The correct way to wish for the Holy Grail of Conan

After talking to Mao Lilan and the others about the situation, everyone moved their positions together and rushed to the Metropolitan Police Department building.

The scorched building could no longer see its original appearance, and the cordon was pulled up to isolate the curious crowd. Among the crowd, a little girl with white hair wearing a school uniform was particularly conspicuous among the crowd with darker hair.

In today's era of colorful hair, white is also very conspicuous.Several people standing beside the little girl cast curious glances at her. When they saw the little girl trembling while looking at the charred building over there, they thought she was afraid.

A kind neighbor looked at the trembling little girl, thought for a while, and said to her: "Little friend, the family's house is on fire in front, this place is not suitable for children, you should go back and find the adults at home. "

The trembling white-haired little girl paused slightly, did not raise her head, but asked in a hoarse voice: "Really? Auntie, do you know where they went?"

The neighbor thought that the little girl knew this family, thought for a while, and said, "It should be something like taking a record at the police station? She was rescued yesterday, plus the time to make a record, hey, it seems a bit strange." After a long time, they should have found a place to temporarily settle down, after all, when the firefighters went to rescue, only Mrs. Fujisawa came out, and the other two were dead."

Speaking of this, she was a little embarrassed.

In the early years, the daughter of the husband and wife died. Since then, the relationship between the husband and wife has become very disagreeable, and they often quarrel. Now the house is on fire again, and there is no pillar of the family. These days are not easy.

"Liar."

The little girl spoke suddenly, interrupting the neighbor's brainstorming.

The neighbor frowned, and before he could speak, he suddenly met a pair of golden vertical pupils full of hostility.

Her eyes, which were not at all human, immediately stiffened her body, and the invisible oppression pressed her body, making her a little out of breath.

What kind of eye is this?

There is a deep scar on the left eye from eyelid to eyelid, as if it was cut by some sharp object.Those golden eyes reflected cruelty, indifference, and mixed killing intent. They didn't look like children's eyes at all. Instead, they seemed to want to be targeted by some carnivorous beast, as if the other party would pounce on him in the next second.

Is the other party really a child?

Or, is it human?

At this moment, the neighbor felt the cold rushing from behind.

Just when she thought she was going to die under the stare of these eyes, the voices of other people's comments suddenly came to her ears.

"Hey, have you heard? The police autopsy results."

"Ah, I know, I know! It is said that Mr. Fujisawa and his father were not burned to death, and there was something wounded by a murder weapon."

"Hey, do you think the murderer is..."

"Hush! It might be an outsider. After all, Mrs. Fujisawa is usually a gentle person. Hey, it's a pity that the relationship between her and her husband has broken down."

"But even if it's taking notes or something, it's been so long, so it's time to come back?"

"Yes, I think there are some things left. Why didn't Mrs. Fujisawa come back to get them? Could it really be..."

People's discussions were heard by the little girl, and the sweaty neighbor saw the pair of golden eyes slightly narrowed, looked away, turned around, and walked out of the encirclement of the crowd.

Without this beast-like gaze, the neighbor breathed a sigh of relief. He just wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and never saw the little girl again.

What about people?

This question subconsciously surfaced in the neighbor's mind.

Then she suddenly thought of those inhuman golden vertical pupils, and couldn't help swallowing with difficulty.

No, really not human, right?

The little girl didn't know the neighbor's fear and doubts.

After getting out of the encirclement of the crowd, her figure flickered on the spot before disappearing suddenly.

Some people still noticed her side, but when they didn't see anyone for a second, they couldn't help laughing in their hearts that they had hallucinations.

In the dark alley, a drunk drunk hiccups. Walking on this road that he walks every day, he suddenly hears a faint cry:

"Mom, mom, don't you want me anymore?"

"Jack will be good, mom, don't want Jack."

"Call it by Jack's name, Mom, Jack has met you."

"Mom, why don't you call Jack's name, woo woo woo..."

The cry was like a ghost, which made the alcoholic's skin crawl.

But he also recognized the voice that seemed to be that of a child, so the alcoholic, who was full of alcohol, got angry and yelled at the dark alley: "You're so noisy, brat! Your mother left you behind!" It’s here, so I don’t want you anymore!”

"..."

The crying stopped abruptly, and the only sound left in the dark alley was the whistling wind.

There was no noise in his ears, the drunkard hiccupped in satisfaction, turned around, and planned to continue walking towards his den.

However, just as he turned around, he suddenly met a pair of golden vertical pupils stained with blood.

The wine bottle in his hand shattered on the ground with a "crash".

"You... just said... Mom doesn't want me anymore?"

The little girl was unscientifically suspended in mid-air, and her school uniform covered in dust was also suspended in mid-air against gravity.

The drunkard sat down in horror, raised his finger tremblingly, and pointed at the person tremblingly: "Ghost, ghost!"

"Tsk!" The little girl tutted in displeasure, and two long knives with a gradient of red and white appeared out of thin air in her empty hands. Under the eyes of the drunkard who widened in horror, they stabbed into his heart suddenly, and then the blades After a turn, a large piece of flesh and blood was dug out, together with a beating heart that was still steaming.

It can be said that he is very skilled.

"bang"

The drunkard's body fell to the ground.

The little girl held the heart expressionlessly, handed it to her mouth, and then just bit it down.

Mouth full of blood!

The chilling sound of chewing sounded in the alley, and the fallen body of the alcoholic began to ooze blood from the empty heart, and it flowed all over the ground in a short while.

After the little girl finished eating her heart, the expression on her face did not become relaxed, but became more persistent. In her golden vertical pupils, there was a paranoia that no one could stop.

Holding the two knives, she walked out of the alley slowly, her expression was numb, and she was still muttering something softly.

"Anyone who speaks ill of mother will die..."

"No one can stop me from being with my mother..."

"Mom, Jack is here for you."

The cold wind blew past, and the little girl was no longer in the alley, only the bloody corpse lying quietly on the ground, telling that there had been a killing here before.

At the same time, Bai Mu Shaji, who was isolated in the confinement room, stared blankly at the front, leaning his head against the wall, and muttering something softly in his mouth.

The police officer monitoring Baimu Saki frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

Because she read too softly, the radio could not be put in, so she could only watch helplessly.

What they don't know is that if someone who can speak lips, they will know that Bai Mu Shaji pronounced the word "Jack".