Uchiha Sea King Rollover Record

Fyodor: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also used gravity to quickly rush towards the positioning in the mobile phone.

The positioning has stayed in one place for a long time without moving, and the bad premonition in Zhongyuan Zhongyao's heart is getting stronger and stronger, which makes him panic.

It's okay, it's okay, the sea won't die, he won't die, he has the ability to come back from the dead...

When Zhongyuan Zhongyao rushed to the abandoned building where he was located, he didn't see Osamu Dazai, who was half-kneeling beside him, and seemed to be at a loss, and he didn't see Lanbo, a young man with cold sweat on his face. All he saw was the headless corpse on the ground. .

At that moment, Zhongyuan Zhongyao's heart stopped.

He walked over and stood beside the corpse, cold all over.

He saw the familiar black choker stained with blood on the neck of the corpse, and saw the familiar body that he could describe with his eyes closed.

"...The sea?" Zhongyuan Zhong also asked in a trance.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, gently picked up the corpse, and then hugged it tightly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held the headless body tightly, raised his head and asked Dazai Osamu next to him in a panic, "Where is the head of the sea? Find the head of the sea! He can still be resurrected! He can still be resurrected!!!"

Dazai was silent.

Mori Owai has been waiting for them to come back with Hai, even if it is a corpse, it does not matter if the body is incomplete, it will be resurrected in the end anyway.

That person Hai didn't care about his own life and death. Even if he knew that he was being used, he would stay because of Zhong also. After a while, he would forget even his anger.

He was still calm as he waited for a headless corpse to come back.

The missing head was not found, the mouse hid in the dark, and he barely kept his composure.

Mori Owai and Zhongyuan Zhong also cleaned up the headless corpse they brought back. The corpse was as soft and white as it was alive, but it lost its temperature.

Dazai Osamu watched silently from the side.

But they waited and waited and waited and waited.

One day, two days, three days... A week passed, and the body still didn't come back to life.

They finally realized that the corpse would never come back to life.

Dazai Osamu turned and left the port of Mafia, defected with Oda Sakunosuke, and joined the Armed Detective Agency after a period of whitewashing.

There, in Edogawa Ranpo, he got another possibility.

Hmm... do you want to tell a certain slug dwarf who is only one centimeter shorter than him now~

Of course, Mr. Sen don't want to know.

In a world where demons and humans coexist.

As the King of Oni, it was rare for Oni Mai Tsuji Wu to go out for a walk during the day.

Today is a cloudy and rainy day, even ghosts can come out.

The man with black hair and red eyes was handsome, wearing an expensive black kimono and holding a black umbrella, walking slowly on the bustling street.

As he walked, he suddenly became irritable.

He didn't want to only dare to come out in rainy weather, he didn't want to walk down the street with a dark umbrella, he wanted to stand under the sun in a fair and honest way!He wants to be the most perfect creature!

When the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated and the golden sunlight fell, his irritability almost reached its peak, and he even wanted to kill all the humans in this street.

He is obviously an inferior human, but he can live in the sun healthily——

Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, his nose moved slightly, the anger in his heart dissipated in an instant, and he walked from an alley to the forest outside the city almost as if he had been hooked.

At this time, the sun had reached the point where he could not bear it. Only when he walked into the dense forest did he feel a little better, and continued to follow the smell.

So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant...

The taste of blood!So fragrant!

Wu Mian has never smelled such a fragrant smell in thousands of years, and his saliva can't help but secrete frantically, almost making him lose his reason and etiquette.

Thin blood?

No, it is a hundred times more attractive than thin blood!

As the distance gets closer, the smell is getting stronger and stronger, and the sanity of the miserable is at stake.

He has completely forgotten his human disguise, the red eyes have turned into vertical pupils, and all the fangs and claws are coming out.

Finally, the owner of the fragrance burst into his field of vision at the next corner.

Surrounded by several towering trees, a circular open space was left at the very center, and the dazzling sunlight hit straight down from above, forming a golden beam of light, shrouding the head of unparalleled beauty on the grass. Under the Holy Light.

That astonishing beauty shone brightly and gleamingly in the sun.

Even Wu Mian, who was almost irritated by the smell of blood, was stunned.

Severed head, scarlet blood.

Beautiful face, golden sunshine.

Weird and holy coexist.

It was the flesh and blood that was so fragrant that the ghost almost went mad, and the low-level ghost who suddenly jumped out of the darkness.