A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Ironically, just like the murderer who was extremely arrogant towards Kenmei Isayama, he was about to be released.

The newspaper clearly stated that there would be no prosecution, but the patient would be forcibly admitted to the hospital.

"I think I understand now. The fact that there are so many cursed spirits in Japan is really related to the laws of this 'land of outstanding people and abundant resources'."

Isayama Kenmei slowly exhaled and gestured for Uncle Lan to bring the trash can from the house. With a wave of his hand, the broken cup automatically fell into the trash can, and without any protection, the teacup immediately shattered into pieces.

Despite losing his anger, the calmer Kenmei Isayama became, the more his sister's mutilated corpse appeared in his mind.

Kenmei Isayama's original intention will never change; the criminal who killed his sister will not receive the punishment he deserves.

It's ok

"If you can't do it, I'll do it myself."

And why there are residual curse energy fluctuations in his deceased sister's body—all these questions will be answered when Kenmei Isayama catches him in person.

"Hey, time's up."

In a mental hospital in Tokyo, a physically strong but strangely shaped person is firmly restrained to a hospital bed.

Takashi Nakamura, a criminal who committed two heinous murders, has been in this mental hospital for ten days and is about to be reintegrated into society.

He yelled at the doctor and nurses beside him, his tone extremely unfriendly.

"Untie me right now, or I'll sue you for patient abuse."

The trembling dean tossed the key to the intern and told him to unlock it.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

After the lock was unlocked, Nakamura Takashi twisted his stiff body, making cracking sounds.

"Putting everything else aside, the environment here is quite to my liking; this is my second time staying here."

"I'll go out for a few days and kill a few people. Next time, I'll tell the inspector, and we'll pick this place again, this room, understand?"

Takashi Nakamura was arrested twice and spent a total of one month in this mental hospital. He got used to staying here and treated it like a hotel.

"understand!"

What can the trembling mental hospital director, doctors, and nurses say?

“Welcome next time.”

"Whoosh!"

As Nakamura Takashi walked out of the mental hospital, stood on the street, took a deep breath, and sighed.

"The taste of freedom is truly the best!"

But he didn't notice that, under the cover of night, several worms, each the size of a human hand and covered in dark red shells, were crawling on the treetops beside him. These terrifying insects stared intently at him with their tiny eyes.

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Chapter 61 The First Victim

"Tch, people's hearts have really grown cold."

Walking down the street, Takashi Nakamura, wearing a hoodie, looked at the forum on his phone. Several popular discussion sections were basically talking about how he hadn't been imprisoned because of his mental illness.

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"You guys are still discussing this, but I've already come out. It's hilarious."

Because Nakamura Takashi was released in secret, no one knew about it; otherwise, those damned media outlets would have swarmed in like flies drawn by a foul odor.

"Isn't it a bit cold? And why are there fewer and fewer people around?"

Takashi Nakamura shuddered, feeling as if the surrounding light was getting dimmer and dimmer.

It was the height of summer, yet there were no cicadas chirping at night, the temperature was quite low, and he didn't know when it had started, there wasn't a single pedestrian around him anymore.

"Damn it, what bad luck."

In a terrible mood, Nakamura Takashi cursed under his breath and kicked a discarded aluminum can straight into the alley.

"They've only been there a few days, and the place is already like this?"

He came here to seek pleasure, not to contemplate life while looking at the empty streets.

What Nakamura Takashi didn't know was that shortly after he went in, he received an anonymous tip that all the shops he frequented had been raided by the Japanese police, and all the shady shops had been shut down.

He automatically ignored the abnormal ambient temperature and the constant chill that surrounded him.

Is there something dirty around me?

If Nakamura Takashi had such feudal and superstitious beliefs, he wouldn't have killed people, much less used such perverse methods of torture and murder.

"Just a little further ahead, and we can close the net."

In the area in front of Nakamura Takashi, the video surveillance system had already been compromised by the Ripper Bugs, which had chewed up the wiring and cut it off completely.

It's best to be careful; Kenmei Isayama doesn't want to get himself caught up in it.

Meanwhile, what appeared in Kenmei Isayama's mind was a live broadcast of Takashi Nakamura's operation, thanks to the tearing worms in the vicinity.

The Ripper is the lowest-tier Zerg unit among the Terran. Kenmei Isayama's Shaper Queen is still in its "juvenile" stage, and currently can only produce this type of unit.

Kenmei Isayama's Queen of Life-Shaping Insects possesses the same function as the [Hive Will], and has become the new terminal.

The Ripping Worm can share its vision with the Life-Shaping Worm, and then the Life-Shaping Worm can package all the received information with psionic energy and transmit it to Kenmei Isayama. This is how the live broadcast scene he sees in his mind is formed.

The Tear Bugs acted as scouts, greatly enhancing Kenmei Isayama's reconnaissance capabilities.

"Ok?"

With a strength rating of 12, Kenmei Isayama was able to leap nimbly and freely between buildings, eventually stopping on a rooftop less than 50 meters from Takashi Nakamura.

Kenmei Isayama sensed a cursed spirit and forcibly tore apart the double barrier Isayama had set up, causing bystanders to disperse and demons to retreat. (The former was to make ordinary people deliberately avoid this area, while the latter was to kill any low-level cursed spirits that had mistakenly wandered in.)

Everything was ready except for a tiny accident: the cursed spirit that forcibly broke into his barrier.

Kenmei Isayama had the nearest Tear Bug transmit the image to him.

The latest transmitted image quickly surprised Kenmei Isayama.

What did he see?

A humanoid cursed spirit dressed in idol attire, wielding a three-meter-long steel bar, moved swiftly under the moonlight.

This scene is just too jarring.

The purpose of the suddenly appearing cursed spirit was clear, seemingly aligned with that of Kenmei Isayama, and aimed directly at Takashi Nakamura, who was under his command.

"Boom"

Nakamura Takashi casually tossed the trash can aside, then took a can of beverage from the vending machine that had been smashed open and was now smoking, opened the cap, and drank it.

"Sure enough, it's so refreshing to drink something that's free."

At that moment, several streetlights that were working normally not far from him suddenly started flickering and going out intermittently, as if they had malfunctioned.

"Damn it! What kind of weather is this?"

"It's getting colder and colder."

The weather felt increasingly gloomy and cold, Nakamura Takashi said.

He wrapped the clothes tighter around himself.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed someone standing not far away.

"I've been walking for so long and there's no one around. I was starting to think I was possessed."

Nakamura Takashi's tense mind relaxed considerably, and he was no longer so nervous.

When he saw the "person" clearly, his eyes lit up even more.

"Oh, it's a girl."

His upper body was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen, but the scene that Takashi Nakamura saw was absolutely stunning.

Beneath the mini-skirt covered in lace trim, her two slender, fair thighs were truly captivating.

Her right leg was clad in a black mesh-like openwork top, which made her fair skin appear even whiter through the black mesh. In contrast, her left leg was unadorned, just a stark white bare leg.

Damn, that's really amazing.

Takashi Nakamura recalled his first murder, which was when he happened to see an idol group perform. The young girls on stage seemed to be shining brightly and were just as charming.

That's when he had the evil thought of wanting to possess it.

However, when he found her residence, he was surprised to discover that this popular, innocent idol already had two children.

She watched as the two children called her "Mom" and hid behind her in fear.

This disgusted Takashi Nakamura, and he even felt a sense of anger at being deceived!

As expected, all those innocent personas portrayed on TV are fake; who knows which Japanese tycoon or politician's mistress they are in private.

Enraged, Nakamura Takashi's vision turned blood red. By the time he came to his senses, there were three corpses on the ground and a chaotic accident scene.

Nakamura Takashi was inexperienced in killing for the first time. He dumped the body at a construction site to make it look like he died from falling steel bars, but the scene was captured on surveillance cameras, so he was arrested.

Then Nakamura Takashi became addicted to this feeling and began his second murder.

Now, the urge to kill for the third time is burning fiercely in my chest.

Takashi Nakamura loves to criticize these kinds of young girls. Dressed like that and standing on the street late at night, you can imagine what their background is.

"Hahahaha, my luck has turned around."

Takashi Nakamura whistled loudly, and the heat that surged from his heart to the other head instantly dispelled all his displeasure.

He chuckled to himself as he strode over and expertly pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, serving as both a deposit and a way to demonstrate his financial strength.