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The monk Xiunian, who was caught, did not resist. He just completed the last step with his eyes blankly, broke the wall, released the water, and then sat in the corridor, wrapped his hands around his knees, burying his face into his arms.

"What happened?" Several other monks who had the habit of getting up early saw this scene and rushed over.

In their opinion, even five elementary school students and one adult, Qing Liuzhe, were surrounded by Xiu Nian, as if they were making things difficult for each other.

"You can see it yourself." Zhu Xingxiu signaled to the other party to see the broken wall area.

It was the location of the so-called foggy dog ​​breaking the wall when Zhong Nian died two years ago.

"Can... Wu Tiangou appear again?!" Kuan Nian widened her eyes and ran into the confinement room.

Just looked up and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A figure was hanging on the beam of the confinement room.

Long eyebrows and beard.

Monk Tianyong.

“Abbot?!

”

"The abbot was killed by Wu Tiangou...?"

Kuan Nian, Mu Nian, Tun Nian were unbelievable, and his voice trembled.

"No, it was killed by your junior brother Xiunian." Jiang Shouhuang reminded with a smile.

How can you admit the wrong murderer?

"...Xiu Nian..." Kuan Nian and the other two couldn't help but fall on Xiu Nian.

The younger brother who joined the latest has an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, a cowardly personality, and is inconspicuous at all.

But... do you have such courage?

He actually killed the abbot...

"The reason I joined the temple is just for revenge." Xiu Nian said with a hollow look on her face.

After the revenge was completed, he felt that he had nothing left.

After completing the goal, the future is unknown...or it is clear that you know it very clearly.

He will go to jail.

"..." The three monks looked at each other silently.

The way of death of Abbot Tianyong is exactly the same as that of loyalty two years ago.

Plus what Xiunian said about revenge.

The three of them already knew it.

Abbot Tianyong killed Zhongnian, and then Xiunian joined the temple to avenge Zhongnian.

"Is your relationship with Zhongnian..." Kuannian asked hesitantly.

"He is my brother." Monk Xiunian said.

So the three monks didn't say anything more, but just looked at the corpse that was lifted up in the confinement room and closed their eyes silently.

It took a while before the police arrived at the scene.

The team leader is still Officer Meguro.

"Hideshu, how did you think of coming here?" Officer Megu asked curiously.

This is not a famous tourist place.

"We came here specifically for the fog-twist gourd two years ago. Now the truth has been revealed." Zhu Xing Xiushu put his hands in his pockets and said casually.

"That's right." Police Officer Megu nodded in understanding.

Coupled with the previous suspicion of five years ago, it seems that Silver Bullets have targeted the unsolved difficult and complicated suspicion in the police archives.

It's a good thing.

Officer Meguri thought so.

With Xiu Nian being very involved, the police successfully handcuffed the other party.

"Who are you?" Kuan Nian looked at the five elementary school students.

Is this the case for ordinary primary school students?

Why can't they help but kill people as soon as they come to Xiunian?

Why did you endure it for so long before?

"It's just an ordinary elementary school student who came to stay." Takizawa Muri's eyes rolled around and said with a smile.

"Ordinary elementary school students..." The three monks wanted to say something but stopped, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"Take a photo for us quickly." Several elementary school students ran to the bottom of the waterfall and set off.

Qing Liu Takashi also squatted down hard and found the best angle to take photos for them.

Anyway, just don't just take a picture of the face.

The three monks looked at the five elementary school students who took photos from different angles, looked at each other for a moment, and shook their heads.

This way, it really looks like an ordinary elementary school student.

After taking photos, a few people left the temple.

Aoi Liu Takashi also drove the car behind the police car team.

Then he sent several people home one by one.

It was past ten o'clock when Xiu Nian killed someone, and the police arrived at the scene at twelve o'clock in the evening.

And when they got down the mountain, it was already past two in the morning when they arrived home.

I missed Miyamoto's sleep time perfectly.

Several elementary school students started to feel sleepy when they sat in the car.

After getting off the bus, they all floated home.

Aito thought for a while and lay on the sofa.

"I want to play games." He said, holding the bigger big Dafu.

Today is Sunday.

【The virtual game world is unfolding--】

【Detected that the player is in a safe environment.】

[Game login--]

【Login successfully.】

[I wish the players a happy game.]

The mechanical sound of the system is indifferent.

Aito closed his eyes on the sofa.

When he opened his eyes again, he appeared in an unmanned alley.

As long as you walk out of the alley, you will be a street with people coming and going.

"This world..." Aito walked on the street and saw many people with strange, small creatures.

"Is this kind of pet popular?" He looked at the small creature in the street with confusion.

But after he carefully observed, he found that the creatures were not pets.

Even those people can't see those creatures at all.

"Is it the same as...the soul?" Aito tilted his head.

In the real world, he can see the soul of the dead, but others cannot see it.

So he always looks invisible.

Even if you see it, you will pretend that you didn't see it.

So, should he pretend not to see these creatures?

Aito retracted his observation's gaze and continued to walk aimlessly forward, then stopped outside a store.

Through the glass window, he saw his reflection.

And the black ball behind him in the reflection was constantly squirming, covered with eyes, and constantly stretching out his hands... I don't even know if it should be called a creature.

One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, was pale, one or two bloody, or the delicate hands stretched out from the squirming black, touching the pure white boy.

Some covered his eyes, some covered his ears, some covered his mouth, some held his neck, and some grabbed his limbs.
To be continued...