Shake your head to shake those distracting thoughts out of your mind.

Tara continued to control the ghostly soldier's actions.

The Night Bat Mask that should have been floating beside Tara had disappeared.

All that's left are the ninja army's masks.

Chapter 1067 Let Me Help You Put It On

"This is absolutely terrible."

A gaunt middle-aged man with high cheekbones, giving him a sharp and mean appearance, stormed back to his villa in a rage.

His name is Teiji Moriya, originally named Sadaharu Moriya. He is a professor in the Department of Architecture at Toto University in Japan and a well-known architect in Japan.

He enjoys a very high reputation in the Japanese design world.

I started designing architectural works at the age of 30, and they were all adopted.

People around him had a good impression of him, considering him a polite and very meticulous person.

Although the fact that he has been single all this time is a little puzzling.

But overall he's a very good person.

Let's leave aside the actual details for now.

But at least that's how Moriya Teiji is perceived by outsiders.

And they are always mindful of their manners and demeanor.

At the same time, he was so obsessed with his design philosophy that it was almost pathological.

Others might not see it as a big deal; it's normal to have an image to maintain.

Most famous people are somewhat concerned about their image.

Like a certain rat from Tongliao, his recent videos have become increasingly mild.

It can only be said that their aggressiveness needs to be improved.

Back to topic.

I folded my coat neatly, carefully checked that it was aligned, and then placed it on the table.

With his sleeves rolled up, Moriya Teiji turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of water, and vigorously splashed it on his face.

He opened his palm, revealing his gloomy face.

Teiji Moriya was in a bad mood.

To be precise, it's very bad.

His design career should have been smooth sailing, but a high school student who played detective games caused his long-term architectural designs to be shelved.

Simply put, the former mayor was caught committing a crime by that kid, so the former mayor was quickly removed from office.

The newly appointed mayor will certainly try every means to eliminate the influence left by his predecessor and increase his own political achievements.

Teiji Moriya's design plan was rejected without hesitation and replaced with another plan.

There's basically no need to think about it anymore.

Therefore, Teiji Moriya loathed that brat.

The design plan that I had put so much effort into had just become a pile of waste paper.

It was rejected without hesitation by someone who knew absolutely nothing about art.

He knows absolutely nothing about design!

And before, when we tried to contact him, that kid could never reach us.

This made Moriya Teiji even more agitated.

Moriya Teiji plopped down on the sofa, trying to calm himself down.

Upon closer inspection, all the objects in Teiji Moriya's house exhibit a symmetrical design.

Even the entire living room appears roughly symmetrical.

Teiji Moriya himself sat at the symmetrical position on the living room axis.

"Ding Dong."

"Ok?"

While deep in thought, Teiji Moriya suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

It seems like something that doesn't belong to me has entered my field of vision.

Upon closer inspection, a somewhat ugly mask lay quietly on the table.

It doesn't look human; its large mouth contains a dense array of sharp teeth.

Two sharp horns extend from the sides of its head.

If a certain horn-breaking maniac saw this, he would probably be very happy.

"This is......."

Upon seeing the mask, Teiji Moriya immediately frowned.

As an architect, Teiji Moriya naturally has a certain level of expertise in aesthetics.

Furthermore, because of his love for classical architectural styles, his research on classical aesthetics is no less than that of some experts and professors.

In his eyes, the mask was really not very attractive.

It wouldn't be accurate to call it ugly.

But it has absolutely no connection with the word "beauty".

And how did this thing end up in my house?

Although Teiji Moriya did not hire any bodyguards or similar personnel.

But at least he lives in a villa area.

The security here is not something a petty thief could easily breach.

After all, rich people are the most afraid of dying.

Even those who are not afraid of death are afraid that some of their little secrets will be exposed.

These security guards in the villa area may not all be veterans, but they are certainly elites.

However, at this moment, a mask that he had never seen before appeared in his home.

As he picked up the mask, Teiji Moriya's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Who could possibly sneak into someone's home, leave behind a mask, and then just leave?

Did he take anything?

Thinking this, Moriya Teiji immediately became anxious and was about to get up to check.

Although there wasn't anything particularly valuable in his home.

However, some of his architectural design drawings exist.

These are very important efforts for an architect.

The theft of design drawings is a major blow to designers.

If it gets stolen again...

Therefore, for a designer, the reason for murder and dismemberment is very sufficient.

Moreover, there are some shady things in his home.

That's something that absolutely must not be known to anyone.

Unbeknownst to Moriya Teiji, a pair of crimson pupils slowly emerged from the shadows behind him.

Through the ghost soldier's perspective, Tara could clearly see the human's behavior.

Humans are creatures that always manage to surprise him.

For example, this guy in front of me.

Since you want to blow something up and make a big splash.

Why don't you cooperate with me a little and do something else?

Although the human in front of me doesn't seem to have any intention of wearing a mask for the time being.

But this is not important.

Under Tara's control, the ghost soldier peeked halfway out of the shadows.

He quietly reached out his hand, and then...

"Oh!"

With a loud thud, the ghostly soldier slammed Moriya Teiji onto the table.

The dull sound made one wonder if the 47-year-old Teiji Moriya would be unable to catch his breath.

After all, she's not young anymore.

But the Shadow Soldiers, or rather Tara, didn't care about that.

You don't want to wear it?

It's okay, I'll help you.

No need to thank me.

Doing more things is a way of thanking me.

Having completed their mission, the ghostly soldiers quickly retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

They left no trace whatsoever from beginning to end.

"Damn it! Who is it?!"

Standing up with his forehead covered, Moriya Teiji turned around and looked behind him.

But there was still no one there.

This angered Teiji Moriya, but also caused him a slight sense of panic.

what is happening?

"Huh? Who are you, kid?"

Suddenly, a rough, hoarse voice came from behind.

The sound seems to be coming from below me?

Moriya Teiji suddenly lowered his head.

What I saw was indeed that mask.

At this moment, the yellow-green mask seemed to come alive, surveying its surroundings.

And why is this thing stuck to my chest?!

Although I still don't understand what happened, I'm clearly caught up in something really bad.

Chapter 1068 Reaching an Agreement Quickly

"Damn it! Get off me right now!"

"I said."

"What are you doing, kid?"

A rough voice came from Moriya Teiji's house.

It sounds like a vicious demon.

But there was a hint of helplessness and displeasure in that voice.

At this moment, the ghost general attached to Moriya Teiji's chest.

Or rather, Bart asked in a lowered voice.

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