Thousands of feathers formed wings more than four meters long after they were spread. Takahashi's pitiful body flew off the ground, and the high collar covering the scars of his neck was opened by the wind.

There is no need to hide, and there is no need to hide.

Under the gray sky, the white wings did not feel holy, and the light gray smoke seemed to render the white feathers to the same tone.

The flapping wings flapped the smoke all over his body, and Takahashi's poor face was blurred and invisible in the misty smoke.

But only those eyes were particularly clear, and the scarlet eyes were filled with endless sea of ​​blood, and a black floating island appeared in the eyes.

The staff of the transportation company fell to the ground with a timid urge: "Heaven, heaven, angel, angel..."

What happened, what happened.

How could a colleague's daughter... be an angel, how could it be a supernatural existence, and what exactly is going on?

Say it earlier! If you say it earlier, he will be a good person who will not kill people!

Why do you, a beast like you, get involved in the flock of ordinary people?

"Huh~"

The huge wings flapped, and the arrangements in the funeral home were blown to the point of being swayed.

"My...mom..." The staff of the funeral home were in a mess. He grabbed the door frame and trembled with his upper and lower gums.

A horror incident that I was worried about while working in a funeral home happened.

After the supernatural happenings announced in recent days, the funeral industry across the island has shown a great recession. The continuous wave of resignations has put the entire industry in trouble. There are only two employees left in this funeral home in Kakuda City, and few normal people will take their lives for a few cents of salary.

The funeral industry is an unpopular and invisible position, but now there is life danger. Who dares to continue working? Don’t look at professional articles in the media that have humanistic care from time to time, and there are also TV series such as "The Master of Consort" on TV that have great love in the world, but because of discrimination, this kind of publicity to eliminate discrimination appears.

If he survives this time, he must resign and must also receive a compensation before resigning.

This is our eastern territory. Why are there Western angels coming to cause trouble, the sunrise place blessed by the Kingdom of God, and our eight million gods?

God, Buddha, come and save us quickly.

"Monk... Are the monks next door still useful? Hurry up and summon the giant Buddha to come out."

The Buddha statue in the temple next door seemed to have no feeling that someone was challenging his beliefs, and he still had a stern face pretending to be a ghost.

The monk's chanting stopped abruptly, and he held the wooden fish and looked over the funeral home.

"Abbot, what kind of Bodhisattva is that."

“…The great compassionate Michael Bodhisattva…”

The appearance of angels next to his own temple impacted their three views. The abbot put down the wooden fish and Buddhist scriptures and picked up his cell phone: "Hey, 110?"

Majestic and solemn.

Paranoid, crazy.

The angel floating in the air scares the momentum that makes people bow their heads and bow down.

Takahashi's poor Sharingan almost squeezed out the blood in her brain, hatred hit her brain, and her soul was twisting hard.

Chakra, which is much larger than normal LV1, is clinging to feathers.

"What the hell happened!"

The Sharingan starts!

"explain!"

The terrifying fantasy swept over the driver on the ground, and the mind of ordinary people was instantly penetrated by the Sharingan.

"I...I said..." The transport driver looked up at the angel, but his eyes were distracted without any focus. He was already trapped in deep memories.

"My father and I were driving a long trip from us to Akita. That night I was the main driver and your father was resting next to me..." The man's face slowly twisted, "And then things happened like that... I was a little tired that night and was confused, so I ran into the opposite car..."

"The truck overturned, but I didn't die. It was your father who died... No, he wasn't dead at that time, but he almost died. There was a woman in the car opposite him who was hit and killed. I was scared, I was so scared, I was afraid that I would go to jail."

"Coincidentally, the person driving the car opposite was a young man who had drunk alcohol. If the police arrived, I was driving over the line in a fatigued way. He was driving under the influence. He was driving under the influence of both lives and neither of us could escape. We didn't want to take responsibility, so..."

"I killed your father and watched him die. Then I dragged his body out. The driving record in the car was smashed and stuffed into the wreckage. In this way, we pushed all the responsibility down on your father. The young man opposite also promised me that after his vehicle insurance was compensated, I would be given half of it... I, I'm sorry for your father. When I saw your father's body, I felt panic, so I lied about the company's name, spent money to operate illegally in the funeral home, cremated on the spot, and what other abilities can a family with only a lonely little girl be left? Such a closed countryside can still make a fuss..."

Takahashi's poor red eyes narrowed tightly, and his white teeth bit fiercely.

She no longer wanted to continue listening. There was another person who killed her father and had to die, and no one left.

What did a man as dull and honest as his father did wrong? His biggest ideal was to get himself into college. The most luxurious thing he had ever eaten in a year was to buy some sashimi during the Chinese New Year.

"Die! Die for me!"

She spread her wings with all her might, and thousands of feathers flew up together, and the white feathers poured out like rain on the sky over ten meters!

rain.

Downpour!

Only limited to the heavy rain falling from the sky with a radius of one meter beside a man, and each of the thousands of feathers made of paper is a sharp knife.

The continuous feathers connected into a straight line like a waterfall, and the man sank on the ground was poured over his head by heavy rain.

Pieces of flesh and blood were cut off from his body, and his nose, fingers, ears, scalp, and thousands of feathers were divided into thousands of small pieces.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi!"

The blood-red with a strong fishy smell spread, and each feather was a blood-red insert. Because the force through was too strong, the ends of the feathers inserted into the ground could not stop trembling and making a buzzing sound.

The transport driver mixed with the ground into a sticky mass that was inseparable, and the rolling blood seemed to be saying sorry, sorry.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The feathers covered with blood returned to Takahashi's wings with a whistle. The originally white wings were half blood-red and half gray.

This image of an angel will only make people feel desperate.

"All you all participate and those who are bystanders deserve to die!"

The funeral home clerk who received the money cried loudly: "I'll give you all the money... I'll let me go, it's not my father who killed me..."

"Let the world feel pain!"
Chapter completed!