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Chapter 119 Torrential Rain, Tokyo, A Bloodbath at the Auction (Part 3)

Amidst the pattering rain, cumulonimbus clouds blanketed the Tokyo sky.

The rain intensified, showing no signs of stopping. Thousands of tons of rain poured down from the sky, as if trying to submerge the entire city.

At this very moment, in a remote, abandoned building.

Xia Pingzhou sat in the corner at the very top, playing chess with Ayase Origami while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Robert, the No. 7 member who was taking a nap with his head down.

“Robert is still here, why?” he wondered. “If the leader had infiltrated the auction, he should have taken Number 7 with him.”

"It's your turn." Ayase Origami's cool voice interrupted Xia Pingzhou's thoughts.

Xia Pingzhou looked up and drew an X on the Go board with a pencil.

“I won.” Ayase Origami drew a circle, then connected the five circles with a pencil. “Kitty, you’re not paying attention.”

Xia Pingzhou didn't take it to heart; his mind was filled with thoughts.

"If the leader wants the other members to enter the auction, he must use the ability of member number 7, 'Robert'—Robert can open a door that connects to any place he has been."

"But Robert, member number 7, is staying in the abandoned building and hasn't moved an inch."

"So...only the group leader managed to infiltrate the auction?"

Thinking of this, Xia Pingzhou turned his head and asked the hacker member of Team 9 with a blank expression, "Where is the team leader? Didn't he say that he would tell us the plan five minutes before the operation begins?"

"The guild leader's words are already at the auction."

The hacker, head down, fiddled with his phone, speaking without looking up.

"Is the group leader inside the auction?" Xia Pingzhou asked, emphasizing each word.

The hacker turned off his phone and looked up at Xia Pingzhou: "That's right, Robert is also in the auction house now. He'll open a door for us from inside the auction house soon, and we can just wait here."

Xia Pingzhou was slightly taken aback and asked, "But isn't Robert here?"

The other group members turned to look at him, a hint of surprise on their faces.

Then they all looked at Robert, member number 7, who was leaning against the wall with his head down, taking a nap. The mechanical box head obscured Robert's expression.

In the silence, Anron, the No. 11 member sitting next to Robert, suddenly took out a pistol from inside his suit.

Then Anron removed Robert's mechanical box head. Inside was a man with a rag stuffed in his mouth and a bruised and swollen face. The man was unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, Anron covered his ears, raised his pistol, and with a smile, pulled the trigger toward the man's head.

"Bam—!"

A sharp gunshot rang out in the silent, abandoned building, blood splattered, and the man slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Hacker, explain yourself," Jack the Ripper said coldly, tilting his head. "What's going on here?"

"An amusing farce." The Bloodline held his cheeks in his hands, raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly.

Origami Ayase also raised her head and glanced sideways at "Robert," who had been executed.

Lan Duoduo stared blankly for a moment, then tilted her head and murmured, "If the Robert here is fake, then where is the real Robert?"

The hacker spoke up and explained to everyone:
"The real Robert is inside the auction house with the leader. The Robert who slept here for a few hours is an underground boxer that Anlens kidnapped last night, but Anlens put a mechanical box head on him."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "The leader said there might be a mole among us. That mole revealed our abilities to the people at the auction, so they had the two of us put on this show in front of you..."

At this point, the hacker turned to look at Xia Pingzhou and said calmly:
“Newcomer, I initially thought you were the mole. But you’ve been with us all along, and I’ve been monitoring your phone records. I’ve seen every single text message you’ve sent, and even every single word you’ve said during this time, which proves that you’re not the mole.”

Xia Pingzhou's face was expressionless.

After a long silence, he calmly replied, "That's quite a joke. My heart is still in the hands of the Ripper. Wouldn't betraying you be suicide?"

Bai Tanlang raised his left eye, which was covered by a white film, and gazed silently at the scene before speaking:

"Did the commander even lie to us...?"

Andrew pulled down the brim of his cowboy hat and smirked, "As expected of the captain, he always manages to come up with something I never expected."

“Alright, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up,” Anrons said, putting his pistol back into his suit pocket. “It’s about time Robert opened a door for us at the auction.”

At this point, he lowered his voice quietly and said, "Let's go, we should go and cause some trouble."

Meanwhile, inside the auction hall in the mirror world.

The crimson curtain on the auction stage had been drawn back, and guests from underworld families applauded, creating a lively atmosphere. One guest even let out a loud cheer.

Immediately afterwards, a male and female host appeared on the auction stage and began to talk about the draft used to warm up the atmosphere of the event.

The man had a憨厚 (honest and simple) appearance like a golden retriever, with thick, short eyebrows raised and a gentle smile always on his face; the woman wore a light blue dress and was responsible for enlivening the atmosphere, holding a microphone and teasing the guests' emotions.

Blue Arc crossed his arms and watched this scene quietly.

Suddenly, he received a series of text messages, so he opened his phone to take a look.

[Black Chrysalis: The leader of the guild is among you. He's an exorcist, a superhuman, and also participated in the bodyguard team at the last auction, which is why he's misleading you.]

[Black Chrysalis: Think about it carefully, he's hiding among the exorcists in the bodyguard team.]

Blue Arc was slightly taken aback when he received the message.

He stared at the text message sent by Black Chrysalis, recalling the exorcists in the core bodyguard team... Needless to say, there was no way there could be a traitor among the Ghost Train Group members; therefore, the leader of the group could only be someone infiltrated by the Japanese.

Excluding Mirror Guardian, that leaves only "Nobunaga Fuyuyama" (Sky Chaser: Long Sword) and "Ritsu Haibara" (Sky Chaser: Playing Card).

However, Nobunaga Fuyuyama has been serving the Exorcist Association for the past few years, and his activities can be seen everywhere.

So after eliminating all possibilities, there's only one left.

Thinking of this, Blue Arc suddenly turned his head and realized that Ritsu Haibara had disappeared without a sound.

So... that guy is the leader of the Phantom Troupe? This thought flashed through Blue Arc's mind. He frowned and looked around, searching for Haibara Ritsu's figure in the huge auction hall.

The next moment, Lan Hu suddenly looked towards the auction stage. At this time, the first item had been pushed onto the auction stage, and the staff retreated backstage.

The female host used a loud voice to explain the first item to be introduced;
The male host silently crouched down and took out a square mechanical box and a pistol from a cart pushed by a staff member.

"boom--!"

At that moment, a sudden gunshot shattered the cheers and laughter that filled the auction hall.

The guests fell silent and looked up at the scene on the auction stage.

The male host, who had seemed as gentle as a golden retriever just moments before, was now holding a handgun, the muzzle spitting gunpowder smoke. Beside him, the female host suddenly had a bloody hole in her head.

She was stunned, and with a thud, she slowly collapsed onto the auction stage floor.

The male host then stepped back against the wall and put the square mechanical box on his head. When he looked up again, he seemed like a completely different person.

It was none other than... the appearance of the seventh member of the Phantom Troupe—"Robert".

The black chrysalis's restraints manifested as it sat below the stage, quietly watching this scene. It raised an eyebrow and thought to itself, "So that's how it is... Robert took off the mechanical box he usually wore on his head and mingled with the auctioneer's staff."

He typed on his phone and sent a message to Blue Arc.

[Black Chrysalis: Mr. Blue Arc, I suggest you stop him immediately. This male host is the seventh member of the Phantom Troupe; his ability is to open a door connecting different locations.]

At that moment, Robert on the stage bowed slightly to the guests, and a metallic voice came from the mechanical box: "Well then... guests, I will now open a gate to hell for you."

After saying that, in the dead silence, Robert slowly walked towards the wall behind him.

In that instant, deep blue lightning suddenly burst forth from Blue Arc's body.

But just as he was about to rush forward, thousands upon thousands of crows blocked his path, forming a gray curtain. Blue Arc instinctively stopped, slowly raising his head, and murmured, "The ability to control crows… the White Raven Brigade… the leader?"

Blue Arc squinted at the figure surrounded by crows.

Black crows flew and circled in mid-air, creating a storm.

Meanwhile, Haibara Ritsu had appeared in the middle of the crow flock at some point, less than ten meters away from Blue Arc.

He took off his round-framed glasses, revealing no expression on his face, but his deep pupils reflected Lan Hu's face.

“Qi Yuanli…that’s my real name.” The young man gazed at Blue Arc and said slowly, “I am also the leader of the White Raven Brigade. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blue Arc.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man named "Qi Yuanli" turned his head and looked at the guests in the auction room who were stunned and speechless with a neutral gaze.

"I happened to be in the bodyguard team, and I managed to get the job of checking whether guests were wearing 'face masks'."

Qi Liyuan put his hands behind his back, his long, jet-black hair dancing with the flock of crows.

He lowered his deep-set eyes and spoke expressionlessly.

"Then during this inspection, I played a little prank by leaving a 'playing card' in the suit pocket of every guest in the room, without them even realizing it."

At this point, Qi Yuanli paused briefly and slowly turned his head.

He looked directly into Blue Arc's eyes: "Then... you can guess, Mr. Blue Arc, what will happen to these hundred-odd guests with playing cards in their pockets?"

Blue arc pupils contract.

The next second, a deafening roar echoed inside the auction hall.

More than a hundred celebrities from the underworld suddenly emitted an extreme heat from their suit pockets, and the playing cards turned into towering flames that engulfed the bodies of each guest, along with their seats.

In that instant, the bright and surging flames engulfed Blue Arc's vision.

The series of loud noises lasted for a full five seconds before stopping, and then the entire auction hall was shrouded in a deathly silence, with the stench of blood filling the air like a torrential downpour.

"No..." Blue Arc murmured hoarsely, slowly turning his head to look.

After a while, the smoke carrying dripping blood slowly dissipated, revealing that the figures on the guest seats had not been completely wiped out as Blue Arc had expected.

Of the guests, three survived:
Li Qingping sat in his seat with his legs crossed, his hands clasped together, and his face expressionless. His black suit was spotless, without a speck of dust on it.

Beside him, the bewildered second prince had been protected by the "Octagon Prism"—the very fragment of the strange tale that Li Qingping had used to trap the black pupa that day.

Blue Arc paused for a moment, then looked up at another guest who had survived the explosion.

Surprisingly... the guest was fast asleep in his seat, completely still.

That's right... still sleeping.

Zhou Jiuya rested his elbows on the armrests and his fists against his cheeks, seemingly detached from the world, taking a short nap. A faint golden light enveloped his body, isolating him from the outside world.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the auction house fell silent; one could even hear Zhou Jiuya's soft snoring.

Meanwhile, the auction stage was completely unaffected by the explosion.

Robert, member number 7, slowly walked to the wall of the auction stage, placed his right hand on the wall, and casually created a wooden door.

Then, he turned the doorknob.

Pushing open the wooden door, one is immediately struck by the sight of an abandoned building.

The deafening thunder, accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, echoed from the abandoned building into the auction house.

At this very moment, the ten members of the White Raven Brigade were scattered above the ruins.

Upon noticing the "door" that had suddenly appeared in a corner of the ruins, the ten figures turned their heads and stared expressionlessly at the auction house behind the door, their eyes gleaming strangely in the darkness.

It was like a gaze from the abyss.

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