Black Gate Club.

Su Qi came after the club activity. He wanted to ask Andersen for advice about the ghosts and gods of the transfer student in the class.

But when I arrived, I found that there was a strange face.

Andersen introduced him:

"Su Qi is here, let me introduce you to this. This is Ms. Yamaruzod, one of the two members of the Tokyo branch that Kuromen was transferred to."

"You are a newcomer, or a student..."

Shanruzod looked at it with interest.

"We use child labor, is it okay?"

“…”

Su Qi was full of question marks.

Andersen said: "I don't think so, and can you help him with physical training and gun use training."

Su Qi was stunned when he heard this. Do you still need this kind of training?

"Do I need a gun, too?"

"Of course, you have also seen Guhuobi and knew that the pioneers had taught. Neither ghosts nor secretaries were easy to deal with. You must have some ability to deal with."

Andersen said, throwing dice on the board of the rich man's chess.

"I have not had a deep attainment in this area, I have enough to use it myself, and I am still a little short of teaching. I told you before that the members of Black Gate are divided into collectors and shelters.

Shelters like Ms. Sanruzod are more professional in dealing with ghosts and gods and secretaries.”

"Did you hear it? Newcomer, I will take care of you in the future."

Shanruzod stood up and walked to Su Qi, reached out and touched his shoulders and lumbar spine, and knocked on his ribs.

"Success in physical fitness, and exercise."

She walked aside, took out a dart from the dart box and handed it to Su Qi, and pointed to the dart board on the wall.

"Aim at the bullseye and throw it."

Ms. Sanruzod is a very strong person.

Su Qi took the dart, weighed it, raised his hand and aimed and threw it out.

Although the distance of nearly 3 meters was not accurately hit, it also hit the bull's eye.

During the process, Shanruzod observed Su Qi's movement and force of aiming and throwing out.

"On the weekend, we go to the shooting range to train. I will take you to touch the gun and teach you some simple close-fitting fighting skills."

Su Qi nodded in agreement.

Then he asked Andersen about the ghosts and gods of the transfer students, and told him that he wanted to investigate its background.

Andersen's opinion is to try it.

Su Qi asked some questions about learning the introductory knowledge of mystery these days, took a few steps to the rich man's chess, and then left.

Go to Akihabara to complete today's fiction and go home.

...

Night, tram theater.

Because of the murder of "King Macbeth", the theater was cordoned by the Metropolitan Police Department to protect the scene and it was unable to operate normally today.

Although the theater manager had a headache, he had no choice but to watch the business closure lose money.

The actors and the opera workers have all gone back. The small theater is empty, and it is more convenient for people with unpredictable goals to lurk in the darkness.

In the darkness, a figure fumbled into the lounge of Ao Village, where Ao Village died and fell to the ground, drawing something with chalk...

"Bang."

The light was suddenly turned on, illuminating the room.

Jiutou walked in, looked at the person in the room, and said, "Are you interested in telling the reason for killing this person?"

"I can't understand what you are saying, I'm just here to find what's left."

Jiutou looked at the ritual array drawn by the other party with chalk on the ground and shook his head.

"I don't think you're an innocent person."

"Okumura died in an accident."

"No, you killed him."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"What he told me in person was that you forced him to inject antibiotics while he was drunk."

"He is dead."

"For my profession, corpses are often better able to speak than living people, Miss Oda."

Jiutou exclaimed the name of the real murderer.

That's right, the one who killed "King Macbeth".

It is not the trainee actor Nobudo who was squeezed and unsuccessful, nor the theater manager, but the actress who reported the harassment of Okumura's workplace to the theater manager.

"I want to know why you killed him, his workplace harassment makes you unbearable?"

"What about that?"

"I'm afraid there's more than that. You and Mr. Nobuki are in a lover."

"This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Nobudo!"

"Let me guess, he instigate you?"

"No!"

Oda's expression gradually became gloomy and she spoke out angry:

"It's all Okumura's fault! It's the fault of this theater! Mr. Nobuki is obviously working hard for this role and practicing.

But every time I go on stage, I am an alcoholic! A lazy clown! This is unfair!"

"So you killed him? Do you think killing Thakin Teng can replace him?"

"No, Mr. Nobuki has no chance. He was diagnosed with vocal cord inflammatory disease. If he does not want to completely lose his voice in the future, he will not be able to perform high-intensity performances again.

His acting career is over, and he will leave this stage forever, ha, no, because that damn drunkard, he has never been on this stage."

"This cannot be a legal reason for you to cross."

Dr. Jiutou took out his cell phone and took photos of Oda and the ritual formation on the ground.

In the capitalist world, two-thirds of impulsive murder breeds class contradictions.

People are fragile, and madness is like a serious illness. Just a gentle push is needed to make emotions overcome reason, and sin will be born.

"This theater is guilty! Their laziness, their greed, and their utilitarianism have killed Mr. Nobudo's career as an actor!"

Oda's expression became more and more distorted.

In the deep sea layer that is invisible to human eyes, the crown of the ghost and god Macbeth is dripping blood.

Crazy will cover the eyes of rationality.

"I want them to pay the price! Okumura is just the first one, there is also the theater manager, and this theater..."

"No, you'll be arrested before that."

Doctor Nine-headed shook his head.

"No, the angel will come to help me!"

Miss Oda suddenly took out a knife and slashed it in the palm of her hand!

Blood sprinkled on the ritual array on the ground.

An indescribable weirdness came in an instant!

"Anything that carries angels will eventually become angels."

Mysterious whispers linger in my ears.

In a blink of an eye, a stone statue appeared in the ceremony.

The stone statue is human-shaped, wearing a crown of osmanthus leaves and spreading its wings behind it, like a devout angel bathed in the holy light.

Holy... weird...

"Tick."

A tear slid from the corner of the stone angel's eyes.

Doctor Jiutou frowned.
To be continued...