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In the mansion.

The man in a purple snake pattern kimono looked up at the sky, and he gently wrapped his wife and children beside him into his arms.

But the appearance of another child could not be stopped in his mind.

The guy with messy red-brown hair holding a flute and calling himself "brother"...

His impression of that person also stopped in his childhood.

After all, the two have never seen each other again since.

"…How are you now? Yuan Yi."

The man whispered softly, and his hands placed on his wife's shoulders unconsciously squeezed a little.

"What's wrong? Husband..." After hearing the man's contemplation, the wife raised her head curiously and looked at the man in confusion.

“…No, it’s okay.”

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, while feeling a little disgusted with what he had just thought.

——Why did I think of him?

——Thinking of that…the brother who disgusted me.

In my mind, a figure holding a flute and smiling lingered.

In the courtyard, the boy with small braids was still waving the wooden knife hard.

Swish!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The boy waved the wooden knife hard.

The sun is bright, clear, clean.

Time is quiet and peaceful.

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Fuya-cho

It's day now, so there are only two or three people walking on the street.

Street side.

In the corridor of a double-storey mansion.

The corridor was closed, and no trace of sunlight could be revealed.

Pick... Pick...

Blood flowed down the corridor to the entrance of the stairs.

Looking down the blood, a man with his head hanging down and in a brown kimono was pierced through his chest and nailed to one side of the corridor wall.

Wusan sat in the room opposite the wall, squinting his eyes contemptuously, and savoring the blood tea in his hand.

“…Ho…”

The man nailed to the wall gradually let out some hoarse roars, and blood slowly poured into his body along the piercing chest.

The blue veins burst out along the neck, and scarlet and bloodthirsty murderous intent slowly emerged in the man's eyes.

Scream!

The blood on the ground was also evaporating rapidly.

Wu Pang frowned and slowly lowered the teacup in his hand.

Just now, he felt a chill inexplicably.

——Zaomenmao?

——Dead?

He closed his eyes and tried to get some images from the ashes of Tsau Monmao.

In the end, Wusan successfully obtained the incomplete fragment from his mind.

sun.

It's the sun again!

"The ghost killing team..."

Then, Wusan smacked his lips and waved his hand indifferently.

“… Useless guy.”

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At this moment, downstairs.

A long-haired woman holding a pipa leaned against the wall with her hands tremblingly, and several drunken listeners sat in front of her.

She is a singing girl.

This is Maiya-cho.

It is a relatively stable place in Neon at present, but most of the people working here are involuntarily uncontrollably.

Some days ago, someone seemed to have proposed to transform this place into a special flower street.

The renovated name is called "Yihara".

It seems that the man's hometown is in a place called "Yihara".

"Dang--!"

Her hand shook slightly because of some emotion, and accidentally passed the pipa in her hand.

The reason why she trembled was not because she couldn't help herself.

But...

——She hasn’t killed anyone today.

Yes, she hasn't killed anyone yet.

Her husband, a gambler, often uses the rewards she gets from playing the pipa to gamble.

Therefore, as a pipa girl, her family is extremely poor.

Then, one night, her husband sold the kimono she wore when she played the lute to pay off her debt.

This completely touched the bottom line of the Pipa Girl.

Unable to bear it, she picked up the hammer and let her sleeping husband fall asleep forever.

After the murder, the pipa girl unexpectedly found that she received more praise and rewards when playing the pipa.

So, she developed a habit.

Before playing the lute, kill a person.

Over time, if she did not kill someone before playing, she would not be able to adapt and her body would tremble unconsciously due to over-excitation.

Thinking of this, the Pipa girl slowly closed her eyes, she calmed down and said to the drunken listeners in front of her:

"…It's rude, something went wrong with the pipa...it might need to be repaired."

"I'll step down first..."

As he said that, the Pipa girl was about to kneel down and slowly retreat, trying to pull up the door in front of her.

"It's okay, we'll wait for you here."

"Okay! Drink!"

"Recently... it's not peaceful here..."

"What do you do if you do so much..."

The drunk listeners didn't care much, and they were also people who often came here to drink, so they were quite familiar with the Pipa Girl.

"Thank you." The pipa girl nodded to the few people with a smile, then pulled up the door and retreated.

Click.

Then, the girl with a smile on her face seemed to have suddenly changed her face. She skillfully walked to the corridor and opened a sawn secret wall from the corner of the wall.

From the dark grid, I reached out and fumbled a few times, and grabbed a handful of things.

It was taken out and it was a heavy hammer.

After weighing it carefully, the girl of Pipa slowly hid the hammer into her cuffs.

"…hehe." The pipa girl laughed strangely for a few times. She lifted her long hair covering her eyes and looked up at the corridor.
To be continued...