【言切】nervous

At the apartment that afternoon, Kotomine Kirei received a courier, and the sender and delivery address were blank.He opened the package, and inside was a tightly sealed glass bottle.The bottle is stuffed with chopped garlic, crosses, and golden Buddhas. It is estimated that opening this bottle will not only be laborious, but also prepare for anti-gas.

A small human doll with half of its body buried in finely crushed garlic glared at Kotomine Kirei with hatred, with a ferocious expression that could not be humiliated.

When he got the bottle that "sealed" the puppet in a special way, Kotomine Rizheng didn't know what expression to show for a moment.

"I will order to stop the hunt for Emiya Kiritsugu." He put the bottle on the table and rubbed his forehead, "What an unreasonable killer."

"Is there any news that Emiya Kiritsugu has been traced?" Kotomine Kirei asked.

"Yes, in City B. It seems that I plan to go to a small town in City B, where incomprehensible things happened." Yan Fengli was thinking about his words, "Some investigators sent back the investigation report It seems to be a wishing machine... It's too general, and the person died unexpectedly soon, and the follow-up personnel haven't found any useful information."

"Let me go."

"Kirei? Although some strange things have happened, there is no sign that they are caused by the holy relic." Kotomine Risei said, "If it is just something caused by humans, then it is not within our scope of responsibility."

"It's better for me to take a look. The wishing machine doesn't sound like something that can be made by humans. Father, my injury is completely fine, so don't worry."

"There you will meet Emiya Kiritsugu, that magician killer is a very dangerous guy..."

"I will be careful, that person is not suitable for close combat."

Yan Fengli was thinking for a moment, and finally nodded.

Qifeng Town.

It's just a small place with nothing unusual, because it's located in the middle of two cities, and the traffic is relatively developed, so although the place is small, it's not too shabby overall.

The investigator who gave the "Wishing Machine" such a vague but shocking news died suddenly in a bar. Without any warning, a person who was healthy and healthy a minute ago suddenly fell down without a heartbeat.And the target that the investigator was tracking and investigating also disappeared afterwards, just like disappearing from the world, an ordinary person suddenly disappeared one day, and there was no news of him after that.

On the surface, the death of the investigator seems to have something to do with the disappearance of the person under investigation, but the witnesses who have questioned the bar all say that the investigator suddenly fell down while walking towards the bar, and no one touched him at that time. to him.

Kotomine Kirei came to the bar where the investigator died suddenly, and as soon as he entered, he saw Emiya Kiritsugu being held by a man's thigh in some embarrassment.

"Just one time!" the drunk man wailed loudly, "Let me do it once!"

Kotomine Kirei couldn't help but laugh, all he saw was Emiya Kiritsugu's back, but he could guess what the latter was thinking right now.He crossed his arms and leaned against the bar door.That Mr. Assassin must really want to shoot that drunk in the head right now, but the circumstances don't allow it, but it's okay to teach him a lesson.

Emiya Kiritsugu stomped the drunk to the ground, turned around and walked out of the bar with a poker face but an insignificant anger.He saw the clergyman at the door, and the lingering ghost was a perfect way to describe the current situation.

The two walked down the street together.

—sounds a little strange to walk the streets with people who have been bombarded and threatened with guns not so long ago.But in fact, they don't have any great hatred...Of course Kotomine Kirei definitely has reasons not to think so, but now that he never mentions the previous incident, Emiya Kiritsugu just treats it as nothing.Emiya Kiritsugu didn't want to make any extra troubles until the things to be done were done.

He was more concerned about why he was so unlucky, when he came to the bar to look for clues and just happened to run into this guy, when he was being stalked by a lunatic.

"...It's very general. He probably hasn't fully confirmed whether the investigation is what he said, but we haven't received any further reports from him, and he died suddenly. The autopsy did not find any abnormalities. A man who was absolutely healthy and in his prime died suddenly for no reason." Kotomine Kirei said, "The person he was following and investigating also disappeared very suddenly."

"I just heard that there are magical things here."

Emiya Kiritsugu spoke vaguely, he took out two cigarettes, gave one to the person next to him, and lit it.

"The risk of the mission is not directly proportional to the reward, Emiya Kiritsugu, what are you looking for?" Kotomine Kirei asked.

From his position, Emiya Kiritsugu's face can be observed from the upper left angle.He was a little thin, with restrained emotions in his eyes, and some stubble on his chin. The smoke from cigarettes rose slowly, covering the latter's face a little blurry.

Just like the feeling this person gave him, the whole person was a little fuzzy.

The former Mr. Assassin was smoking a cigarette and glanced at the priest.

"Let's leave if there is no other strange peak business." He said, turned and left in one direction.

Kotomine Kirei watched his back, but did not catch up.

Turner was thrown at the door of the bar and was drenched in water.In the late autumn weather, the temperature of the water made him shiver non-stop, and he returned from a drunken state to a half-awake state.

He yelled at the people in the bar twice to vent his dissatisfaction.Then he stood up, clutched his chest, leaned against the wall and walked tremblingly to the side, wrapped his clothes tightly around his body, and squatted down to rest in the corner of the wall.

That man just now was really cruel, he was just dizzy all of a sudden, and kicked and stomped on him so viciously.

Turner felt his chest and felt his ribs broken.

Hmph, you've come to such a place, why are you pretending to be pure and noble?If you hug a thigh and step on it, won't you be beaten into a pig's head if you touch it? !It can't be seen that the person is very thin, but he can fight quite well.

It's amazing to be able to fight!

He stretched his feet, then retracted them again.With his chin resting on his knees, he stared blankly at the flow of people on the street.

There are so many people, not far from him, but in fact they are not in the same world at all.

"I hear the hollow voice in your heart." A man suddenly appeared in front of Turner, "Turner, you desperately need some satisfaction, don't you?" Not a question.

Blinking blankly, Turner stared at the man who suddenly appeared and knew his name, not knowing how to react for a while.

"who are you?"

"I'm the one who can make your dreams come true."

Turner froze for a moment, then hugged his belly and laughed.The man was not angry either, and looked at him with a flat expression.

"The psychiatric hospital is in the northern suburbs." Turner panted with a smile, "Go over by yourself, I donated my last dollar to the bar." Throw him out.

"You're longing for someone you'll never be able to reach." The man smiled slightly, "Turner, a man who has achieved nothing. You have a very good friend, and you rape him every night in your dreams..."

"Who the hell are you?!" Turner couldn't laugh anymore.

"...But when he stands in front of you and smiles at you, you dare not do anything but pack yourself up normally." The man rested his chin with one hand, fingers on his face Tap lightly, as if unconsciously.

"Didn't I say that?" He said softly, "I came because of your strong desire, Turner, and I can grant any of your wishes."

"Did I run into a game like Truth or Dare?" Turner looked left and right, but no one on the street paid attention to him.

"Of course, this is not a wish for nothing. In exchange, everything after your death belongs to me."

Turner looked at him like a monster, and after a while, he tapped his forehead with his hand.

"It's not bad to play with you." He chuckled, "See what tricks you can play."

The man opposite him just smiled faintly.

"Can wishes, no matter how irrational, be granted?" Turner asked emphatically.

"Yes."

"Well, my wish is... I have countless opportunities to realize my wish in the future. Countless, but there is no upper limit."

"..."

"How about it, can it be realized?" Turner looked at the other party with an expression of watching the show.

"It's not impossible." The mysterious man said with a complicated expression, "But... Greed doesn't end well."

"Whatever." Turner didn't care, and wanted to see how the guy in front of him would come back. "Has my wish come true? I already have countless opportunities to realize my wish?"

The mysterious man grabbed Turner's right hand and let it go after a while.The latter saw a small snake-like pattern appearing on the inside of his wrist, and he tried to pick it, but couldn't get it off, as if it had grown together with the skin itself.

"The contract is established." The mysterious man said, "Your wish has been fulfilled. After you die, it will be my harvest time."

Turner looked at him with a frown, and then looked at his wrist. He thought it was just a joke, but now he didn't know how to define the current situation.

Try it and you'll know it's true.

"My second wish is that my physical injuries get better immediately."

After saying this, Turner's expression became very strange.He stood up suddenly, touched his chest, and found that he really didn't feel it at all.There was nothing wrong with the chest that had been stepped on and kicked.

"Wow..." Turner couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, "It's great!"

He turned around abruptly, looking frantically at the stranger who had brought him so many surprises.

"After I die, it's your property, right? But after I die, all that's left is the corpse." He asked.

"Soul." The man spat out two words.

"Oh... I thought that talk about souls and the like was nonsense, but since you are like..." Turner couldn't find a suitable adjective, "then it's not surprising that souls exist." He shrugged and grinned .

"My third wish," he said, "is to live forever."

The mysterious man raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Turner said sincerely.

"You're welcome," the man said.

He smiled expectantly.