People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

But I didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

"Are you afraid, or don't have it?" Fang Zuo smiled and grabbed Jin Meiting's hair, pulled it up, and brought her delicate little face close to his.

Jin Meiting's hair was pulled, but excitement flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes became increasingly moist, and her red lips parted slightly.

Fang Zuo grabbed her hair and pressed her tightly against the floor-to-ceiling glass. "You've lost some weight? Huh?"

She held on tightly to the floor-to-ceiling glass with both hands, but the smooth glass gave her no leverage, and her legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

I could only hold up the floor-to-ceiling glass with all my strength.

A strange electric current made her eyes widen and she wanted to grab something with her hands.

Momonogi Kana rides a skateboard, traveling through the bustling city of Tokyo.

Today, she has already identified a renegade hiding in Tokyo.

After these apostates fled to Japan, they were protected by Japanese law.

These apostates, who are also in the incense system, cunningly hide in the world of incense fusion.

Located in Ueno Park, Taito Ward, Tokyo.

"Come out." Momonogi Kana, wearing a black T-shirt and white shorts, stood in front of Shinobazu Pond: "Or do you want me to catch you out?"

The voice just fell.

There was a ripple in Shinobazu Pond.

Then the sky became overcast and light rain began to fall.

Momonogi Kana felt nervous.

Although she had captured two apostates wanted by Protestantism these days, they were nothing compared to this former ascetic of Protestantism.

Ascetic, a being similar to the Disciple Knight.

The drizzle soaked Momonogi Kana's clothes.

Her hair.

Water droplets blurred her vision.

She wiped her face with her small hands and stared nervously at the surface of Shinobazu Pond.

"You've finally found us. Can't the Archbishop just let us go?" A figure slowly emerged, standing on the water. "We simply escaped from the church and didn't do anything else."

Like a human, but not like a human.

He had an old human face, but dense and disgusting lumps of flesh on his head, normal limbs, and was wearing jeans and a white shirt.

Two thick whiskers hung down to his chest and hung at the corners of his mouth.

Momonogi Kana and he looked at each other and were stunned.

"It's you?"

"It's not you!"

"It's you? Saint Momonogi Kana, why is it you, why not her?" The weird-looking old man with fleshy beard asked in surprise.

"It's not you, why are you like this? Grandpa Steve Kerr." Momonogi Kana said in surprise.

"This is what I really look like, Chanel." The weird-looking old man said, shaking the fleshy whiskers on his mouth.

"How is that possible?" Momonogi Kana looked at the other person in disbelief and wiped her face that was wet with rain.

"How can it be impossible? This is indeed what I really look like." Steve Kerr said with a wry smile: "What you saw before was just my disguise. Not only me, but almost everyone you saw in that town was also their disguise."

"Their true appearance is even more disgusting than mine, and they are even more unfit to be seen by others than I am."

"You...how could you?" Momonogi Kana shook her head: "No, I don't believe it. You betrayed the Protestant Church and fled here. How could I possibly believe the words of a traitor?"

"Really? What about him?" Steve Kerr said, "Look behind you and see who he is. You must know him."

Momonogi Kana turned sideways, and another strange old man appeared beside her.

His eyes bulged out, his face had two strange cheeks that were opening and closing, and he was wearing a Japanese samurai costume.

The hanging arms contained a pair of hands that were much larger than those of an average person, and the fingers had flesh membranes that only amphibians have.

"Chanel, is that you? Child, long time no see!" said the old man with long cheeks, "Do you remember me?"

"Who are you? Your voice... is that Grandpa Devon Burns?" Momonogi Kana said in surprise and with a slight trembling.

Compared to the previous one, Momonogi Kana has more feelings for Devon Burns.

Whenever it rains, he appears and looks at the sky.

Then I sat under the window where Momonogi Kana often daydreamed, and told her some interesting stories in the rain.

"It's me, Chanel, child!" Devon Burns opened and closed his cheeks strangely, then suddenly opened his mouth. His long, thin tongue flicked in the air, soaked in some rainwater, and then retracted into his mouth. "I'm glad you recognize my voice, Chanel. I hope you haven't forgotten the stories I told you when you were little."

"Grandpa Devin, it's really you. How...how did you become like this?" Momonogi Kana stared in amazement at the old man she knew well in her childhood, who had now turned into a monster.

Even his actions are so strange.

"Steve is right..." Devon Burns smacked his lips, seeming satisfied with the rain. "This is who we really are. What you see in the town is just our disguise."

"It's not just us, the whole town is full of people like us, people who live like monsters."

"What? The whole town...is like this?" Momonogi Kana said half-doubtfully.

The small town in my memory suddenly seemed unreal.

"Yes, we are all monsters created by Protestantism, and this whole town is full of them! We have no parents, no relatives, all we have are names, codes, and someone's genes." Steve Kerr said sarcastically, his whiskers curling around his head and scratching his neck.

"We live like zombies, waiting for various experiments and tasks, not knowing whether we will die today or tomorrow."

"But one thing we understand is that if we die today, new monsters will come in tomorrow."

"You all...all were manufactured?" Momonogi Kana suddenly began to believe it.

A small town that seems a little confusing to her now, full of people who look normal but have eccentric personalities.

Then people often disappeared inexplicably, and then some strangers appeared.

"Haven't you noticed?" Devin Burns's tongue occasionally darted out from his densely packed mouth of sharp teeth. "This entire town is full of lonely people with no family. The only people around them are the Disciple Knights and the Ascetics. After you came out and encountered the world, didn't you think about how strange this town is?"

"Just like...just like..." Momonogi Kana hesitated, the uncle's words echoing in her ears: "Religious...religious concentration camp?"

Devon Burns was stunned and laughed out loud: "Chanel, I didn't expect you to say such a thing. If the Pope heard it, he would definitely send you back to school."

"Take me back to school? What do you mean?" asked Momonogi Kana.

"You just said it yourself, this town is like a religious concentration camp, and the whole town is full of monsters like us, all manufactured monsters." Devon Burns' eyes flickered. "Have you ever thought about yourself? Chanel, are you a normal person?"

'banging'

Are you a normal person?

This sentence was repeated over and over again.

Momonogi Kana's head felt as if it were hit by a heavy hammer, and she felt dizzy.

There was a busy tone.

"No...I'm not...I'm not." Momonogi Kana said hurriedly: "I have parents..."

"Really? How many times have you seen your parents?" Steve Kerr scoffed. "Can you find your parents now? Do you know where they are? Look around you. Can you find a family like yours in the world? Can you find parents like you?"

Momonogi Kana took two steps back in confusion.

Yes.

Are there parents like this?

Since I was a child, I have always been envious of other children who have their parents by their side.

But I never thought about whether these were my parents.

Who would doubt their parents?

"Chanel, accept the reality. You are just like us." Devon Burns sighed and said, "You are also a monster that was created."

"I... I'm not a monster. I... I wasn't created." Momonogi Kana waved her hands repeatedly and shook her head, unable to accept this fact: "Even though my parents are different from other parents, I look normal."

Momonogi Kana tried her best to convince herself.

"Yes, your body is normal, but what about your soul? Is your soul normal?" Steve Kerr laughed sharply. "Don't you feel it yourself? Inexplicable dreams, inexplicable injuries, inexplicable things that don't belong to you. I don't believe you haven't noticed."

"We were created to kill, and you were created only for your body, Saint Momonogi Kana."

"Oh, no, even the title of Saint doesn't belong to you. In a way, even though we are monsters, we still belong to ourselves."

"And you? You don't even belong to yourself. You're just a container."

"A vessel destined to be soulless is no different from a bowl, a bucket, or a cup. Your existence is solely to house the soul of a true Protestant saint."

"Momonogi Kana, you are worse than a monster. You were born to be a discarded existence. Your fate has been determined since birth. Wait for your soul to be gradually devoured, leaving only this body to become someone else's body."

Momonogi Kana was stunned.

These words were like a bomb, shattering everything she had.

She was mumbling something to herself, but no one knew what she was saying.

The pupils of a pair of beautiful eyes were dilated and could not find the focus.

Everything they said matched.

From small to large.

This strange dream of mine.

I often dream about messy things.

After waking up, various bruises and wounds often appear on the body for no reason.

There are often a lot of messy things in the room that don’t belong to you.

They didn't fool themselves.

I am just a shell, an existence that no one needs and was born only to be discarded.

Just a container.

Looking at Momonogi Kana who looked like a wooden chicken.

Steve Kerr's eyes suddenly showed a sinister look.

Wave your hand.

A pair of fleshy tentacles grew wildly, trapping Momonogi Kana like a pair of tentacles.

She only came to her senses for a moment, struggled a bit, and then gave up resisting.

There's nothing to resist.

What else is there to resist?

Momonogi Kana was completely desperate.

What's the point of living?

A container that is worse than a monster would be better off dying early.

Momonogi Kana smiled.

I heard that before a person dies, all the important memories run through his mind like a revolving lantern.

But at the moment.

The only scene worth remembering is probably the uncle.

but.

He hasn't appeared in his dreams for a long time.

Momonogi Kana slowly closed her eyes.

Just end it quickly.

all.

"Steve!!!" Devin Burns frowned, his long, thin tongue entwining the whiskers to stop the other party: "She is a pitiful person just like us. Let her go."