chsdbacks Page 130
Page 130
"Why?!"
"Because I hate it when people ride roughshod over me."
"But you were clearly riding on top of me just now!"
Why should I empathize with you?
Yatohime's answer was so confident and self-assured that Hoshino Saori was speechless.
"I don't care! You have to let me ride back!"
Hoshino Saori unleashed a chaotic "cat punch" at Yato-hime.
"No means no!"
Yato-hime retaliated with her own "Cat Punch" without backing down.
The two girls immediately started laughing and playing around in a corner of the activity room, their cheerful laughter filling the entire space.
As Qingze watched their energetic playful antics, a gentle smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. He then focused his attention on the light novel in his hand, which contained the magic tag.
Chapter 130 The Berserker Avenger
After the club activity ended, Hoshino Saori generously gave the light novel to Aozawa.
She is typically only enthusiastic about things for a short time, and once her interest shifts, it's hard for her to pick it up again.
The only thing that could keep her enthusiasm going was probably her dedication to the identity of a "philosopher".
Qingze naturally didn't stand on ceremony with her. After thanking her, he put the book in his briefcase and then stuffed it into the basket on the front of his motorcycle.
He inserted the key, turned the throttle, and drove the motorcycle away from Changteng High School.
The evening breeze carried a hint of coolness, and the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the old walls of Dongye Apartment in a warm orange-red hue.
He parked his car as usual, picked up his briefcase, and walked into the apartment building.
At the top of the stairs, he met a couple who were laughing and joking as they came down.
Their laughter subsided slightly when they saw someone.
Qingze noticed that the couple had some bruises on their faces, indicating that they had just been fighting.
But their smiles at that moment were so natural, as if they hadn't taken any conflict to heart.
This couple is truly a prime example of couples who fight in bed but make up before they get out of bed.
Qingze found it somewhat amusing. After nodding to the two of them, he turned and walked up the stairs.
Back on the third floor, as soon as he unlocked the door, a familiar "whimpering" sound rang out, and a fluffy, tan-colored figure enthusiastically approached his feet, wagging its tail vigorously.
"Okay, okay, make way."
He used a little force to push the overly excited Big Yellow away from the doorway.
It's said that a good dog doesn't block the way, but this guy he raised seems to particularly like to block his owner's path with his body, as if to express his longing for him.
He closed the door behind him, put down his briefcase, and took out his phone to play some soothing music.
Then she tied on an apron and began preparing dinner.
He took the ingredients out of the refrigerator.
First, there was a bag of snails, a favorite food of his, but he rarely made them because they were troublesome to prepare.
Now things are different. With his current strong control over his oral muscles, he can suck out 100% of the snail meat with just a gentle suck.
The aroma of stir-fried snails quickly filled the kitchen.
Next, he made stir-fried frog legs.
This dish is also one of his favorite delicacies.
Frog meat is incredibly tender, with a texture comparable to fish, but without as many annoying fine bones.
Although Qingze also likes to eat fish, he has to admit that dealing with fish bones is indeed a headache.
He served several dishes one after another, then sat down at the table, picked up the light novel and continued "reading" while enjoying his dinner.
……
After dinner, Qingze petted the comfortably lying Dahuang, then returned to his bedroom, closed the door, and turned on the light.
He wasted no time and immediately activated the [Shadow Binding] spell.
The shadow of the person was pulled into the floor.
The next moment, he leaped through the shadows and appeared in Tomose Park, not far from the apartment.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a large tree.
He immediately activated [Eye of the Birds].
An invisible spiritual force emanated from between his brows, precisely sweeping across a crow's nest on the treetop in the park.
The five crows in the nest suddenly became dazed, then flapped their wings in unison and flew into the twilight sky as if commanded by an invisible force.
Qingze sank back into the shadows and began searching for tags.
……
My luck seems to be so-so today.
The flock of crows flew out of the southwest of Shinjuku Ward, and Aozawa still found no trace of any tags.
Without further delay, he summoned the crows back into the shadows.
He then used the shadows cast by the tram on the ground to travel from Shinjuku to Setagaya in just eight minutes.
He didn't always stay in a fixed area out of caution.
If someone frequently commits crimes in Shinjuku and the surrounding wards, it is easy for the police to pinpoint their activity area.
Expanding the search to all 23 wards of Tokyo would effectively increase the difficulty of police investigations and allow individuals to better conceal themselves.
Aozawa never blindly overestimates the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's investigative capabilities, but he also doesn't underestimate them.
Maintaining unpredictability in one's actions is always a wise move.
Upon arriving in Setagaya Ward, the crows once again emerged from the shadows, like loyal scouts, continuing to act as Aozawa's eyes in the night sky.
He remained hidden in the shadows of the vehicle, moving with the shadows.
A moment later, one of the crows finally caught sight of a striking blue tag in its field of vision.
The Trapped Knight
The man bearing this label lay on the cold ground, his face bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable.
His clothes were covered in dust, and there were dried or still bloodstains on his mouth and chest.
His eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and he lay there like a candle about to burn out.
Nearby, two men were wielding shovels, diligently digging a pit in an open courtyard.
The courtyard they were in belonged to a rather grand traditional Japanese mansion.
Not far away, an artificial pool reflected a broken and cold glimmer in the dim moonlight.
Qingze immediately controlled the crow to swoop down, and at the same time, he instantly jumped into the shadow cast on the ground by one of the diggers.
……
"Cuck!"
In the quiet courtyard, a hoarse and eerie caw suddenly rang out.
Osaki Gaku, who was engrossed in digging a hole, was startled by the sudden sound and turned his head to look impatiently.
On a nearby tree branch, a completely black crow had somehow landed.
Its eyes, glowing crimson in the night, were staring coldly at him.
"Get out of here! You unlucky thing, or I'll roast you and eat you!"
Osaki Gaku waved his hand dismissively, clearly disgusted.
He did not worship Amaterasu, so naturally he did not consider crows to be any kind of divine bird.
As a Buddhist, he only felt that crows were an ominous sign.
If you run into this thing late at night, it's definitely not going to be good.
He grumbled and looked away, only to find his companion had stopped what he was doing and was staring at him blankly...
Or rather, looking behind him.
Hey! What are you daydreaming about? Stop slacking off! Get back to digging!
"Osaki Gaku said in a low voice."
Digging a pit to bury a body is not as simple as it is portrayed in the movies.
Many burial cases are eventually exposed largely because the murderers lack the ability to dig a sufficiently deep and well-hidden pit.
After all, it is undoubtedly very difficult for a person to dig a pit that will not be washed away or exposed even in heavy rain.
"Fox...fox..."
His companion's face was instantly filled with extreme terror, his lips trembling as he stammered out words that made Osaki Gaku's heart stop.
"Hey! You, you're not kidding me!"
Osaki Gaku's voice began to tremble, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. "You fucking tell me that the most fearsome swordsman in Tokyo, who kills without blinking an eye, is standing right behind me?!"
With a "thud," his companion was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch quickly becoming soaked.
This is absolutely not a joke!
But Osaki Gaku desperately hoped it was just a cruel joke.
He twisted his neck little by little, like a rusty machine.
In his sight, a blood-red, chilling glint of light flashed like lightning in the dark night, precisely slicing across his neck.
He didn't even feel pain; he only felt a sudden dizziness, then saw a headless body gushing warm liquid forward, and then...