Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"You call me Dayong? You are really brave. Aren't you afraid that I will lose this child?"

"I see. If I let them get rid of it, the couple can be happy to get rid of their burden while standing on the side of justice and condemning me."

"Asshole, asshole, asshole! What's this about 'if you can't afford it, just throw it away'? Why don't you two do it?"

"This little guy is pretty smart. He was able to find it even after throwing it so far away. Be careful next time. It will be troublesome if the police are called too many times."

The remaining half of the wall was filled with the old man's soliloquy, telling how he abused the child who could not be thrown away.

How indifferent his parents were, ignoring both him and themselves.

"I went to the hospital today and was diagnosed with cancer. What? Am I going to die? My daughter won't come to see me."

He paused here, and a black ink dot penetrated through the back of the paper and penetrated deeply into the wall.

From here on, there was no more writing on the wall.

Keiichiro Nagayama followed the handwriting in disbelief and carefully checked the time when the line was written.

a year ago.

He stroked the gun calluses on his fingertips and suddenly his eyes widened in horror!

No, not the out-of-control one!

shit!

Chapter 52 The Battle Begins

Kenichi Yoshino sat in the house, feeling a little nervous.

Since Keiichiro Nagayama had left to investigate, he could only sit here and try to comfort the boy. If possible, taking him away from the room would be the best remedy.

So……

"Would you like to go out and play with your uncle?"

Kenichi Yoshino showed an expression that he thought was kind, but he didn't expect the boy next to him to not buy it and pouted and shook his head.

"Uncle, please wait a moment. She's going to get some tea. It takes grandma a long time to do something because she always forgets what she's supposed to do."

Yoshino Kenichi smiled and nodded, and then said, "While you are waiting for grandma, come with uncle to take a look at the door. Uncle also wants to settle down here. Can Dayong take uncle to have a detailed look at this place?"

The boy hesitated a little.

Yoshino Kenichi continued to coax him: "Look, uncle brought money. What do you want to eat? Sushi? Or freshly baked bread? Steak? Uncle will go with you to buy it. You can also bring some for grandma."

The boy stood up, twisting his feet and saying, "Then I'll go tell grandma!"

Yoshino Kenichi grabbed the boy's hand and said, "Shh... let's give grandma a surprise."

He took the boy's hand and was about to walk out of the house when he suddenly heard the old man's hoarse voice.

"Are you leaving?"

Kenichi Yoshino turned around in horror and looked up - and discovered that the old woman had been clinging to the ceiling for who knows how long. Her entire body was like a spider, with her four limbs spread wide, tightly grasping the ceiling.

Her head was intact, just drooping below the ceiling, hanging above the place where the two of them had just sat, swinging like a swing.

When I was talking to the little boy, this head was staring at me from above?

In an instant, all the hairs on Yoshino Kenichi's body stood up, and a cold air current rose from under his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.

That familiar feeling of madness came back.

His teeth were clacking, his nostrils were humming, but his arms stretched out to his waist without hesitation as if declaring independence - as a special police officer for many years, he could still make the right choice even when he was unconscious!

This has become the body's instinct.

Draw your gun, raise it, aim, and shoot!

All in one go!

boom!

A muffled sound echoed in the house.

The long bullet pierced through the old woman's forehead, spinning at high temperatures, burning her brain, and then came out from the back of her head and hit the wall.

jingle.

The shell fell to the ground, and the crazy whispering receded like a tide.

The old man hanging from the ceiling fell down with a 'click' sound. It was not like the dull sound of flesh falling to the ground, but rather a crisp sound like some kind of plastic texture.

Peace returned to the house.

Kenichi Yoshino was breathing heavily. At that moment, the strong adrenaline made him make extraordinary movements and precise aiming.

——So much so that after the danger passed, he felt a little dizzy.

"He still has his sanity. This shouldn't be the case. People who are out of control don't have sanity..."

He leaned forward and muttered the question that had been in his mind for a while.

Can a person who is out of control still behave like a normal person?

He walked up to the 'corpse' and bowed his head.

No?

Kenichi Yoshino finally saw the appearance of the body clearly - there was nothing abnormal about the old man's body.

But the amount of meat is a bit weird...

How can there be so much meat?

"Shouldn't it be?" Kenichi Yoshino squatted down and looked through it carefully, and took out a pair of white rubber gloves from his pocket.

"Why shouldn't I?"

The answer came from behind Yoshino Kenichi's head.

He was familiar with this voice.

That is Dayong, the voice of the abandoned child!

He turned his head suddenly and wanted to raise his gun, but he heard Nagayama Keiichiro's broken shout again.

"Be careful!!"

Kenichi Yoshino swore that he had never heard his captain's shout so sharp and hoarse. Could it be that the guy who had to maintain his cold-faced persona even when running would lose his composure?

As he thought about it, his vision began to spin, sometimes flying up to the ceiling, sometimes spinning back down to the ground.

Finally, his sight focused on the floor, and a pair of worn-out sneakers occupied his entire field of vision.

Those are Dayong's sneakers.

Then, a huge pressure came from outside and he heard the sound of bones breaking.

It's all over.

........................

Nagayama Keiichiro ran back to the house from the corridor as fast as he could...

I only saw the scene where Kenichi Yoshino was beheaded.

There was still a look of astonishment on his face. Blood was squeezed by the tremendous pressure and spurted out from his headless neck, staining the entire ceiling of the house red.

He looked at the little boy with bloodshot eyes, and stepped on Yoshino Kenichi's head with a smile on his face.

Finally, he looked up and waited for Keiichiro Nagayama to appear at the entrance of the corridor before he leisurely stomped on his head.

"Son of a bitch!!"

Keiichiro Nagayama raised his gun in anger, and the muzzle of the gun spit out flames continuously at the boy.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The boy stood there with a smile on his face. In front of him, two deformed men blocked the bullets.

Keiichiro Nagayama had seen the photos in the corridor and knew them.

Those are the boy's parents.

At this time, the couple no longer looked like in the photo. Their entire faces were cut by the knife and covered with wounds.

The legs that were once considered human had long disappeared, replaced by some huge lower limbs similar to those of an amphibian. The belly was round and bulging, and the eyes were like the old man just now, almost popping out of the sockets.

Like two deformed frogs, or toads.

Keiichiro Nagayama didn't say much, and continued to shoot while moving to find cover.

The two deformed parents blocked the bullets, and the boy hid behind them, leisurely as if he was taking a walk.

He smiled and said to Nagayama Keiichiro: "Look, my parents abandoned me, so I made them into monsters; my grandmother abandoned me, so I made her into a monster too."

"It's obviously them who have wronged me, why do they always say it's my fault?"

Keiichiro Nagayama hid behind the wall and changed the magazine, then took out a grenade from his waist bag.

"To side with Chaos, to hunt down Order. That's enough for you to die a hundred times. Your parents and grandma aren't good people, but you are?"

The boy on the other side listened, his expression gradually becoming grim: "You dogs of order! You just love to meddle in other people's business! What's wrong with chaos? At least it saved my life!"

"If nothing had happened, and you and that guy had sent me back, wouldn't I still have to continue suffering?"

"The ritualists on the Chaos side must be purged."

Nagayama Keiichiro spoke coldly, holding the grenade.

A passage of text appeared in his mind, and his thoughts surged.

Keiichiro Nagayama activated his own mystery.

[Baseball Player (Order): An extraordinary ritual that combines throwing, hitting, base running, and shortstop. ]

[It appeared because of a baseball player, but was obtained by another person who didn't like baseball at all.]

【From this we can see that hobbies and work are two different things. 】

[If they live long enough, the ritualist will gradually activate multiple chain abilities. ]

【ability:

【Strikeout (Origin Level): You will definitely be hit three times.】

[After three attempts, the ritualist can return the favor with an equally accurate throw.]

【cost:

[When the secret is not unfolded, all your throws will fail to hit the target. ]

[Energy level: Lv1 · "Origin"]

Chapter 53: Sure Throw

Keiichiro Nagayama hid behind the wall and gasped.

After the mystery unfolded, that powerful force became a burden on his body, oppressing him all the time.

'A sure throw', his trump card.

Even if all the ritualists in the special service are included, his physical fitness, fighting skills and ritual abilities would rank in the top five.

The key issue is that to use a sure throw, you must be hit three times.

Got hit...

Nagayama Keiichiro quietly stretched out a hand and swept it across the wall - the two opposing parties suddenly attacked!

Ouch!

The huge tongue pierced over quickly from a distance, striking like lightning!