Under the tutelage of Orochimaru, Naruto's evil scientist

Kenichi Amemiya looked at the things in front of him with some thought in his eyes, he looked at the young man with some amusement, because the name of the young man in front of him was Otsutsuki Amaterasu, and the one who could be called Amaterasu was not a simple character, after all, if you have seen some related operations of AB, you will find that AB especially likes to bring these things to this place, such as Kaguya, Isshiki, etc., actually all have very clear legendary references, and now an Amaterasu has appeared, Kenichi Amemiya has no doubt that this Amaterasu will become the main character of the future, and may even become the main character in the future, thinking of this, Kenichi Amemiya had some strange ideas, after all, this Otsutsuki Amaterasu did not look like a simple character, Kenichi Amemiya had some new ideas when he thought of this, but how to deal with it and how to solve it was a problem that made Kenichi Amemiya Kenichi had some headaches, and Kenichi Amemiya also had some ideas at this moment, but after all, he had not seen the subsequent plot, so he did not know whether these people would create Otsutsuki Amaterasu. Anyway, it had nothing to do with the current Kenichi Amemiya. Thinking of this, Kenichi Amemiya also had some other ideas. Kenichi Amemiya looked at the opponent's illusion, and then picked up the one next to it and took a look. After handing in this technology, Kenichi Amemiya gained the recognition of the Otsutsuki clan, but also paid some price. However, in general, there are still some conveniences, such as Kenichi Amemiya can do something else to solve these things at this moment, but looking at the illusion setter called the comic title in his hand, Kenichi Amemiya felt that he still needed to make some improvements to it, but how to improve it, this is a problem that gives Kenichi Amemiya some headaches.

“Then let me see. Ah, this is the sequel to the movie I made before?” Amemiya Kenichi looked at the thing on it and immediately knew what this thing was. Or rather, this thing itself was set up by Amemiya Kenichi himself. It tells the sequel to the murder comic that was previously modified by Orochimaru, starting from the time when Lao Zhao was killed by his wife. In fact, after Lao Zhao was locked up, his wife almost strangled him to death. But because of the arrival of the heroine Jiang Zhiyun, she opened the door and saved Lao Zhao's life, but it was only temporary. In fact, Amemiya Kenichi felt that this was a rather peculiar place. That is, if Lao Zhao sincerely admitted his mistake to his wife and then regretted it, then Lao Zhao's The wife will still let Lao Zhao go. After all, if you watch the movie "Murderous Comics" carefully, you will find that not all evil spirits will kill the people who tricked them without hesitation. For example, although the little girl was tricked by the assistant, the little girl did not kill the assistant, and finally let the assistant survive. Amemiya Kenichi thought that it might be because the little girl heard that the assistant's child was about to be born, so she didn't want the child to be born without a father, so she spared the unlucky assistant. In addition, the assistant actually thought about saving the little girl at the beginning, but because of some things that happened later, he finally did not choose to rescue her. It may also be because of the assistant's kindness at the beginning, so this saved his life, but the unlucky guy encountered a violent and stupid boss and a gun that went off accidentally, and eventually died.

The cartoonist Jiang Zhiyun also killed Lao Zhao's daughter, who could actually see ghosts. But because Jiang Zhiyun had been good to Lao Zhao's daughter, Lao Zhao's daughter finally gave up revenge and let Jiang Zhiyun survive. In fact, we can see from here that in this script, if ghosts want to kill people, the necessary condition is to let the people who hurt them see the comics, and then the ghosts can take revenge. After the ghosts start to retaliate, whether their enemies can survive actually depends on the ghosts and the enemies themselves. If the ghosts are kinder, or the enemies find a way to beg for mercy, then they can still survive. This is a very ordinary karma movie influenced by Confucian culture. It can only be said that these things are more important in Southeast Asia, while in Europe and the United States, they are more bloody and violent. However, after watching too much bloody and violent movies, people are actually not interested in them. At least that's the case in the eyes of Kenichi Amemiya. However, as he watched the plot in this illusion setter, Kenichi Amemiya found that something was wrong with the plot again. It was the original plot of the murder comic before, but the later plot became too bizarre, and Kenichi Amemiya was a little confused, so the plot was changed again, right? Are you guys crazy? Huh? ! Why do you have to change the plot you have already made? Kenichi Amemiya was very upset, but he still forced himself to endure it. Although the script was changed, Kenichi Amemiya could understand it. After all, the Otsutsuki clan also needed to rely on this to re-educate their family members and the people under their rule. Even the so-called free speech countries in the previous life actually made certain changes to these comics, so there is nothing to say about these things.

When Jiang Zhiyun was handcuffed on the cold iron chair in the police station, the raindrops outside the window were winding into twisted shapes along the anti-theft net. She watched the police officer slam the portrait of Lao Zhao's wife on the interrogation table. The corners of the photo licked by the flames were burnt black, and the woman in the photo always maintained a weird smile. Assistant Xiao Chen sat in the monitoring room, his fingers unconsciously stroking the chocolate bag in the car - there was some kind of red powder similar to cinnabar on it. "Tell me, motive." The police officer lit a cigarette, and the smoke formed a gray-white barrier in front of Jiang Zhiyun's eyes. She remembered that rainy night when she broke into Lao Zhao's house all wet and saw his wife lying on the graffiti-covered wall and dying. The monitoring screen was frozen at a weird moment: the old lady's hands with scarlet nails scratched five blood marks on the canvas, and the girl's neck in the painting was being tightened by invisible silk threads. "I just went to save people." Her words were interrupted by the sizzling sound of the electric baton touching her skin. The interruption made her memory rewind to a year ago, when her editorial office was so empty that she could hear an echo. Her cell phone screen lit up blindingly in the darkness: an anonymously contributed comic chapter, "The Red Rope of Life," was on the list of Qidian Chinese website. The blood-soaked images made her fingers tremble - high school students chained with iron chains, unfinished buildings in heavy rain, human bodies swinging from ceiling fans. When she uploaded these stories after slightly modifying them, the website editor called her immediately: "How did your style suddenly become so sophisticated?" The sound of raindrops hitting the glass of the interrogation room overlapped with her memory. Jiang Zhiyun thought of the assistant in Officer Chen's car, the man who always brought her breakfast in the early morning. At this moment, she finally realized that the date on the footer of the comic series coincided with the year when Lao Zhao's daughter died. The wall clock suddenly made a sound of gear jamming, and a dark red liquid oozed from the dial, solidifying into a blood-like mark at 23:13.

"This is not my handwriting." Jiang Zhiyun stared at the handwritten manuscript that the police officer threw in front of him. On the ink-stained paper was a layout of Lao Zhao's house. A fragment of his memory exploded - on a rainy night five years ago, Lao Zhao's daughter rushed into the studio soaking wet, holding a dripping canvas bag in her arms. "They're chasing us," the girl's voice trembled, and a bloody art knife fell out of the bag. Jiang Zhiyun remembered the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground when he threw the knife into the trash can. His assistant Xiao Chen suddenly pushed the door open, shaking the newly discovered clue in his hand. The sweat on his neck was shining under the light of the interrogation room. With a strange halo, "The broadband records of Xingfu Community show that on the night of the crime..." The voice stopped abruptly. Jiang Zhiyun noticed a string of cinnabar charms on the inside of his wrist, which was exactly the same as the vague pattern in the background of Lao Zhao's wife's portrait. Lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the unfinished instant coffee on the police officer's desk - fine pearl powder was precipitated at the bottom of the cup. When the technical department sent the comparison results, the whole police station fell into an eerie silence. The earliest creation date of the graffiti folder stored in the comics computer was the day when Lao Zhao's daughter disappeared. Jiang Zhiyun stared at the jumping characters on the screen and suddenly Suddenly she remembered the leather envelope that Lao Zhao had stuffed into her hand on that rainy night. At that time, she felt something hard inside that hurt her palm, but she just thought it was a drawing tool. Now she finally remembered the matchbox that was scattered when she opened it. The convenience store logo printed on it was only two blocks away from the anonymous submission IP address. "You have never seen a ghost." The police officer slapped the appraisal report on the table. The fingerprint pattern made of carbon powder perfectly matched Jiang Zhiyun's right index finger. She suddenly laughed, and her laughter shook off the floor plan of Lao Zhao's house on the wall. The dense traces of modification appeared under the light: a room that had been repeatedly painted In the corner, half of a rotten face gradually appeared - it was the victim of the "ceiling fan murder case" reported by the media last year. The assistant Xiao Chen's mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and an anonymous number sent a short video. In the picture, Jiang Zhiyun was standing in front of the ruins of the fire, holding a burning paintbrush in his hand, and behind him was the crying Lao Zhao. The assistant's pupils suddenly shrank - the shooting watermark in the lower right corner of the video was clearly from his secretly filmed dashcam. Memories flooded back like a tide. That night he clearly saw Jiang Zhiyun squatting at the alley burning documents. In the flickering flames, the drawing paper actually pieced together the cover pattern of "Red Rope of Life" by itself.

There was a sound of heavy objects falling outside the interrogation room. When everyone rushed in, they found Lao Zhao slumped on the ground with yellowed diaries scattered in front of him. "It was her. It was her who killed Xiaoyun." The old man's trembling finger pointed at Jiang Zhiyun, but stopped abruptly after meeting her eyes. The assistant noticed the burn scar on the old man's wrist, which was exactly the same as the red rope pattern that appeared repeatedly in the comics. At three o'clock in the morning, the police station was so quiet that the sound of ink flowing could be heard. Jiang Zhiyun stared at the blank page of the sketchbook, and countless fragments of memory flashed through her mind: the person who hugged her in the fire, the hand that handed her the paintbrush on the rainy night, and the computer at this moment. The self reflected on the screen - dark red lines appeared at the bottom of his right eye at some point, slowly outlining the same curse as the computer wallpaper. The assistant's phone vibrated again, and the light of the screen illuminated everyone's astonished faces: the anonymous submission box received a new email, and the attachment was Jiang Zhiyun's real-time monitoring screen at the moment. The technical department suddenly sounded an alarm, and all electronic equipment screens burst into spider-web-like cracks. Jiang Zhiyun stood up and found that his shadow was twisting and deforming uncontrollably on the wall. The shadow raised his right hand and dipped it in non-existent ink to write in the air: "Game continues." Lao Zhao suddenly screamed, the photo album in his hand was spontaneously combusting, and small bloody words fell from the yellowed paper: "Sister, it's time to wake up." The entire police station began to shake. The dusty old case files in the filing cabinet flew out one after another, automatically turning the pages in the air to piece together a comic-strip-like picture. The assistant watched the red-dressed girl in the comic jump out of the page and lead the rope to the pale police officer. At the last moment, Jiang Zhiyun reached out and grabbed the knot. The moment her fingertips touched the virtual silk thread, countless memories flooded in like a flood - she finally saw clearly that the so-called ghost was just another personality she had split off, and the real devil had been hiding in her body as early as that rainy night five years ago. Only by joining the Otsutsuki clan could she get real redemption. It turned out that the Otsutsuki clan was the real savior, and Jiang Zhiyun also got real redemption after joining the Otsutsuki clan.

"It's just the Otsutsuki." Amemiya Kenichi sneered, people these days are just like this, there is nothing else to pay attention to, people pay attention to the most common and most unreasonable things, that is, these things in front of them, so in this world, the Otsutsuki clan is hailed as the savior, Amemiya Kenichi can understand, after all, in a place like the Ninja World, if Amemiya Kenichi himself hadn't stopped it, then someone would have praised Amemiya Kenichi as the creator god of the world, which made Amemiya Kenichi a little bit amused, but Amemiya Kenichi didn't particularly care about these issues, he now has some other ideas, these ideas gave Amemiya Kenichi some unique ideas, and this unique idea How to create and how to deal with the head, these are all things that need to be done in this world. Anyway, Kenichi Amemiya is too lazy to care. If the Otsutsuki clan wants to play like this, let them play like this. Anyway, Kenichi Amemiya still has the things of Izji to do, and what Kenichi Amemiya intends to do is actually to release the Pandora virus, but how to release it, how to find the time to release it, and how to let the virus spread, this is actually a problem. After all, the universe is a vacuum, and although Pandora is powerful, it has not yet reached the level of being able to cross the universe and travel everywhere, so this is destined. Kenichi Amemiya must find a way to solve the problem of transmission, otherwise, this virus will not cause too serious an impact.