Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Without waiting for Hagiwara to offer any polite words, Takeshita Miko gracefully adjusted her sleeves and said calmly, "Priest, I still need to practice my Kagura dance for tomorrow's festival. Please allow me to leave first."

The corners of Kenji Hagiwara's mouth twitched and his pupils trembled.

W-what?

Dance?

He hurriedly held the samurai sword in his arms, feeling that only this sword could give him a sense of security at this moment.

I never expected that a grown man would learn to dance.

When Takeshita Miko looked over, Hagiwara Kenji's eyelids twitched, and he said with a twitch of his face, "You, you've worked hard."

"Do you dislike me, Hagiwara-kun?" the shrine maiden asked softly.

Kenji Hagiwara shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I didn't." How could I dare to do that?

The witch smiled slightly and turned away.

Kenji Hagiwara: ...Well, does this expression mean that he holds a grudge, or not?

He guessed that he didn't hold a grudge, as Officer Takeshita looked like a generous person.

Relaxed, he carefully memorized all the advice from Priest Miyamura, his eyes sparkling, and he was almost obsessed with learning.

Jinpei Matsuda, who was home alone with his child, responded: "......?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who had been waiting for Hagi to come back for a long time, looked down at the baby blowing bubbles and said speechlessly, "Boy, your father Hagi left us at home."

Could it be that the guy was dragged to a social gathering by an acquaintance?

His eyes drifted towards the cell phone not far away, but after thinking for a moment he decided not to make the call.

Hagi is not at home.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said coolly: "Xiao Guang, I will teach you how to assemble the model."

Little baby: “…”

Oh, is this how you raise children?

failed!

Jinpei Matsuda placed the child on his lap, took out a simple model and began to assemble it with great concentration, not even noticing that the child had fallen asleep.

United States.

A day later, Cigar, one of the largest underground gangs in New York, was wiped out by the Black Organization's action team. Eighty percent of its members were killed or seriously injured, and only the leader was in hiding.

Half a day later, Shuichi Akai, fully armed and tightly wrapped, led the FBI to raid the Cigar Organization again. The remaining 20% ​​of the members were all arrested and put in jail, and even the leader who was on the run was arrested.

The cigar leader was handcuffed with a haggard look on his face. What had he done to cause his good organization to be destroyed twice, and he had lost the chance to make a comeback.

Another unlucky guy, Calvados, was sent directly by Vermouth to Hotchkiss School to temporarily serve as the guardian of Miyano Shiho after he recovered from his injury.

It was his fault for not doing his job well, and the person was kidnapped by the FBI in his hands.

Taking care of Miyano Shiho is a good time to calm down and clear my mind.

Not to mention how uncomfortable Calvados was, after Akai Shuichi couldn't find any trace of Furuya Rei, he turned his attention to Calvados, trying to trick Calvados into joining the organization and lying in wait.

Five days later, Rei Fūya had been in the organization's laboratory for seven days.

He had not left the operating table for five days. He was injected with nutrients every day, the brainwashing never stopped, and the pain caused by the drugs kept amplifying.

Finally, after the brainwashing was announced to be over, Ling Xiaoya, who was squatting in the system space, had an idea.

[Host, please draw a card for the third time——]

Fūya Rei pressed the button with a determined brow.

The red and black lights intertwined, and boundless coldness spread in the heart.

In a trance, Jōguchi Ling seemed to see the God sitting high in the clouds, leaving behind decrees of judgment.

[Human beings are such despicable creatures that they get used to anything.]

[One can torture out evil from purity, and one can also torture out purity from evil.]

[What can save evil is something darker and more horrifying than evil.]

[Sin is thinking, sin is breathing. I offer sinners the salvation of death.]

Let us dye this land red with the blood of sinners.

I want to create a world without sin.

[May God forgive you and may you be saved.]

The whispers turned into a card, and on the card was a young man standing on the rooftop, bathed in darkness and wearing a gorgeous cloak.

The look he gave me was like a casual glance from a god.

The card turned into a ray of light and merged into the center of Fūya Zero's eyebrows.

Outside, after removing the brainwashing and restraint tools, the researcher injected a dose of medicine into Rei Furuya and began to wake him up in a cold tone: "You can wake up now."

The blond young man opened his eyes indifferently, his purple-gray eyes were like the abyss.

When God does not exist in the world——

I am God.

he thinks.

When the man on the lab table woke up, the two researchers looked down at him, as if they were looking at their own polished work with a critical eye.

"Are you awake?" the female researcher asked indifferently, "How do you feel?"

Fūya Rei struggled to support his body and finally sat up after a long while. He lowered his head, and his blond hair wet with sweat covered his eyebrows and eyes.

"I'm awake now. I don't feel anything except pain and weakness."

He replied honestly, his tone extremely gentle, with a feeling of being docile and well-behaved.

In fact, he felt great.

Better than ever.

The world became extremely clear before his eyes, and people's hearts and natures were manipulated by him, as if everyone had a puppet string that could be controlled.

The male researcher asked coldly, "Do you remember who you are?"

A confused look appeared on Fūya Rei's face. He had lost a lot of weight at this moment, and he looked as if he would fall down with a gust of wind, and he was completely unable to arouse the vigilance of others.

His purple-gray eyes were cold and empty, and his lips were extremely pale. He seemed to be immersed in chaotic memories, trying hard to dig out his fragmented memories.

After a long time, he came out of his lost memories, tilted his head slightly, and his falling golden hair fluttered on his shoulders.

His increasingly distant gaze fell on the researcher, and a friendly smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He said harmlessly: "You can call me -"

"Agent."

He sat at the lab table, casually surveying the area, and spoke slowly, "Under the gaze of the gods, we humans are all sinful. By their grace, I shepherd the world on their behalf, purifying sin and weighing guilt and punishment."

In the spacious and cold laboratory, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The two researchers looked at each other, glanced at the monitor next to them, and a moment of guilt flashed across their eyes.

What's going on? I was just following the boss's orders to brainwash people, but how could I brainwash them into becoming a charlatan?

After waiting for a while, they did not hear any instructions from the boss.

The female researcher said stubbornly, "Do you know where this is?"

Fūya Rei stumbled down from the lab table. His hand, bruised by the needle, grasped the IV stand beside him. He frowned slightly and spoke softly and elegantly:

"A place of sin."

So dark, so sinful...

The researcher choked and continued to probe: "Do you know why you are here?"