The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

Ichiro Kamiki turned to Inspector Kimura who was sitting next to him and asked his questions.

"Section Chief Kamiki, have you finished reading the autopsy report?"

"Ah."

After hearing the definite answer, Inspector Kimura continued, "The heads of the people who died in the shrine were cut off, but the strange thing is that the cross section of the neck is extremely smooth, without the rough feeling of a knife cutting flesh. Even the sharpest knife cannot be so smooth."

"Not to mention the cervical vertebrae, which were completely cut in half. No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to cut off a person's head in an instant."

After listening to Inspector Kimura's explanation, Ichiro Kamiki could not deny that this was indeed not something that humans could do. Even if tools were used, it would be impossible to leave no traces at all.

"Moreover, through the clues left at the scene, we inferred that the murderer is a male about 1.7 meters tall, right-handed, and around 30 years old!"

"Unfortunately, the public cameras nearby didn't capture any useful information, so there are no other clues."

"Um……"

After listening to Inspector Kimura's explanation, Ichiro Kamiki rested his chin on his hand, thinking about the useful information.

What Bingcun displayed was an absolutely powerful supernatural force, but it was impossible to tell whether it was the power of an individual or the power of an organization.

The backward little village didn't even have widespread Internet access, let alone advanced surveillance cameras, which meant they had no idea what was happening, leading to the entire village being frozen.

Now we can only send people to investigate further, hoping to obtain more detailed information that has not been discovered before.

As for the massacre at the shrine...

"Whether it's offering sacrifices to the evil god or releasing his own bloodlust, the murderer will most likely not stop his actions."

"What's more, this is most likely a human being who has gained supernatural powers!"

Ichiro Kamiki thought for a moment and gave his analysis. In his opinion, although the massacre at the shrine also showed the manifestation of supernatural forces, it was most likely done by humans, and the possibility of it being a native supernatural being was extremely small.

Through detailed clues at the scene, it was deduced that this was a middle-aged man, and for some unknown reason, he went to massacre the shrine.

But with power comes the ability to ignore human laws. With power stronger than that of ordinary humans, it is possible for one's personality to change drastically.

There is a great possibility that good people will become evil, and evil people will become more evil, and they may even think that they are no longer human beings and have become lives that are superior to humans.

There are definitely many people who have lost their inner selves because of power.

"Use Akkeshi Town as the starting point and contact all the surrounding police stations. If a murder case occurs, rush over to investigate immediately. The shrine massacre cannot be just this one!"

"Sacrificing blood and food, gaining power from the evil god, and finally falling into darkness, a typical old-fashioned story, but this kind of story is often the most likely to happen."

After all, the story comes from reality, and reality is even more absurd and bizarre than the story!

Ichiro Kamiki did not say this out loud. He just calmly issued his orders. Although he was not Akkeshi Town's direct superior, he had the right to issue orders directly to the police station here.

"Yes!"

Inspector Kimura bowed slightly, walked out of the meeting room, and prepared to contact the nearby police station to inform them to pay attention to the recent murders.

After watching Inspector Kimura walk out of the meeting room, Kamiki Ichiro leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. Thinking will consume brain cells.

He didn't know whether his speculation was correct, he just gave the most accurate possibility based on his own experience.

There are countless possibilities, and his task is to speculate the biggest one among them!

I hope his speculation is correct.

………………

Hokkaido, Tokachi, Hakuhiro City.

Akito Sakai was washing away the worldly filth from his body and purifying his body and mind in a sailor's hut.

Although the filth on his body had some color, it had completely dyed the clear water in the sailor's house blood red.

But Akito Sakai didn't care. Anyway, no one would come to this shrine in the future because the god enshrined here was also fake, and he had tested it.

After taking off his tattered thin clothes and walking a long distance, Akito Sakai was now like a homeless person, begging on the street with a wooden stick wrapped in cloth.

Although he didn't care about his own clothes, some places were clearly marked as not allowed for homeless people. In order not to be mistaken for a homeless person, Akito Sakai changed into a black kimono found in the shrine, and wore a haori with shrine patterns on the outside.

Although it is strange to wear a kimono on the street on ordinary days, it is much better than dressing like a homeless person. At least you will not be stopped when entering certain places.

After wrapping the demon sword with cloth again, Sakai Akito put the sword on his back and walked out of the shrine.

Keep moving towards your destination.

Chapter 135 Why is it so peaceful?

Europe, Romania.

In an apartment somewhere in Bucharest.

Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at himself in Batman costume, Wayne twisted left and right to admire himself, then nodded with satisfaction.

That's right, how can a superhero not have a strong body and a cool combat suit? Now he looks like a qualified superhero.

And tonight is the first night of his debut.

After testing his own strength in the abandoned factory, several more days passed before Wayne was able to successfully control his sudden surge of power.

Although he can consciously control the strength he uses, he sometimes inadvertently forgets his current strength, such as suddenly pulling off the door handle when opening the door, or directly crushing the can when taking a drink.

This caused Wayne to not dare to make any big moves in the past few days. He was very cautious in everything he did, for fear of making a big mistake.

After breaking hundreds of pencils and puncturing countless sheets of sketch paper, he finally drew a complete sketch of a portrait with just a pencil without deliberately controlling his strength.

Although it's a bit ugly, his original intention was not to draw, but to exercise his control through this method.

The moment the painting took shape, it was like his game character had been upgraded. He successfully maintained his strength within the standard of an ordinary person without even thinking about it.

Since then, he has always wanted to go out and punish evil and make a name for himself as a superhero. Although it is a bit silly, becoming a superhero is what he has always dreamed of. After all, which boy has not dreamed of becoming a superhero?

Just as he was preparing, the school curriculum suddenly became more demanding. For the sake of his degree certificate and future career choices, Wayne could only suppress his restless heart and continue his academic courses peacefully.

Even superheroes have to learn.

It was not until today that he took some time out to return to his hometown and brought his cosplay costume to the apartment.

It was not until night fell that Wayne put on his Batman cosplay costume. Although it was not the high-tech bat suit in the movie, its quality was excellent among ordinary cosplay costumes.

At least when performing big actions, the cosplay costume will not suddenly break, or the decorations on it will suddenly fall off. If the decorative parts on the superhero's body suddenly fall off, or the pants suddenly break and tear when he is executing justice, wouldn't that be too lame?

"Ahem." Looking at himself in the floor-length mirror, Wayne cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Aimubateman!"

"As expected of me, so handsome!"

After saying a line that seemed shameful to outsiders, Wayne did not feel any discomfort, but rather felt a little excited.

He threw his cape and opened the window of the apartment. The window faced a small alley on the street. There were no street lights, which was perfect for a hero in the dark.

Wayne squatted on the windowsill and looked outside. The windowsill was seven or eight meters above the ground. Although he would not get hurt if he jumped down, making noise was inevitable.

Without thinking too much, Wayne grabbed the window eaves with his backhand, flipped over and grabbed the bulge on the outer wall of the apartment, and climbed towards the roof like an nimble black cat.

The strength of his fingers allows him to easily grasp the edge of the wall. With a push of his feet, he can jump up three or four meters, then grab the edge and continue to jump upwards.

A few seconds later, a hand wearing a black glove suddenly grabbed the edge of the roof, and with another effort, Wayne's entire body was brought to the roof.

"Bang~"

Wayne fell in a superhero-like posture, half-kneeling on the ground, then propped himself up and stood on the edge of the top floor, looking at the city in the dark.

Although there were vague white street lights on the roadside, most of the city was still shrouded in darkness.

"Bucharest! Your superhero is here to protect you!"

Looking at the city in the dark, Wayne opened his arms, felt the evening breeze blowing across his body, and uttered bold words.

At this moment, Wayne was extremely excited. His face under the mask became flushed due to the rush of blood. He exhaled a breath of hot air and tensed his muscles.

Without accelerating, Wayne pushed off with his back foot and leaped high into the air with a standing long jump. His black figure flashed across the black night sky.

"Woohoo~"

Cheers also crossed the night sky. Wayne easily jumped over the distance of several meters. With a snap, Wayne landed steadily on the top floor of another apartment.

Without stopping, he quickened his pace and took a running start to jump.

A black figure leaped through the night, and the tall buildings were completely used as stepping stones. Wayne was like an agile black wolf, shuttling through the jungle of steel and concrete.

The parkour-like rooftop sprint made Wayne's adrenaline surge, and he was completely immersed in this exciting sport, because parkour at night is really addictive, and there is no need to worry about injury.

An hour later, Wayne was a little tired from running, so he stopped. When the cold wind blew away his hot sweat, rationality began to return to his mind. After having enough fun, he remembered the purpose of his trip.

He is out to enforce justice.

After remembering the reason why he came out, Wayne snorted in dissatisfaction. He actually forgot the purpose of his coming out. He was really an unqualified superhero.

But it's not too late now, there's still time to search for those evil incidents that require the help of superheroes.

But as time passed quickly, another hour or two later, Wayne sat on the edge of the tall building somewhat depressed.

There was no case for him as a superhero to solve. There was not even a gangster on the streets, only some stray cats and dogs.

Does he want him to rescue stray cats and dogs?

But this puts superheroes in a difficult position. After all, no superhero in the comics would solve these small problems.

"Alas, why is the city so peaceful!"

On top of a tall building, Wayne sighed helplessly and took off the helmet on his head, a Batman-style helmet that he had customized at great expense.

Feeling the cool evening breeze on his face, Wayne took a deep breath.

"Ha~, the superhero will show up sooner or later, there's no need to rush."

After encouraging himself, Wayne put on his helmet again and leaped towards his apartment. Now that he had enough fun and there were no cases requiring him, there was no need for him to continue running around outside.

In the night sky, the pure moonlight illuminates the flying Wayne. Tonight is another full moon night.

The pendant Wayne wore around his neck seemed to be emitting a faint glow, echoing the moonlight, but because it was inside his clothes, Wayne did not see the change while running.

At this moment, inside the wolf tooth pendant, a weak soul is awakening.

………………

"Huh? Where is this?"

Tsukishima Aya opened her eyes which had been closed for a long time, and what she saw was a pure white, soft but not dazzling, like a thin veil.

"Is this the world after death?"

Although Tsukishima Aya didn't know what was happening at the moment, she still remembered one thing, that was that she was dead. After all, the pain before death could not be faked.

But the current situation does not seem to be like this. After death, one should lose his memory and reincarnate, but she still remembers everything that happened before.

The pain of dying, and everything she had done before dying, sacrificing herself to stop the vampires.

"By the way, I..."

"I……"

Her consciousness gradually weakened, and she seemed to be falling asleep again. Before Tsukishima Aya could finish her words, her soul sank into silence again.

The pendant echoed the moonlight, and the hazy glow gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Chapter 136 The smell of blood

Eight o'clock in the morning, inside the apartment.

"Haa~"

Stretching, Wayne rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He went to bed too late last night, resulting in insufficient sleep. He is still a little sleepy now, but he has to get up early today.

"No, no, I can't sleep anymore."

Patting his cheeks, Wayne quickly stood up from the bed. He had to go out with his girlfriend today and couldn't be late.

If you sleep for another five minutes, you will travel directly to two hours later. This is an irrefutable absolute theorem. As long as you take a nap after waking up in the morning, you will travel through time.

I washed my face with cold water, quickly brushed my teeth, fixed my hairstyle with hairspray, and changed into a set of handsome casual clothes.

"As expected of me, I am getting more and more handsome."

Looking at himself in the floor-length mirror, Wayne couldn't help but feel narcissistic. He was not exaggerating, he was really getting more and more handsome.

"Well, there's still plenty of time, no rush."