Indescribable cyberpunk

Iwata family estate.

After three hours of "makeup", Iwata Takuro finally returned to his original appearance. He was carefully put into the coffin, while several women cried together.

In the corridor outside the mourning hall, a middle-aged man with gray hair, who seemed to have aged more than ten years out of thin air, looked at the dark and obscure night rain outside the eaves.

The only light he could see were a few lamps in the manor and yellow lamps on both sides of the path.

The road ahead could still be seen clearly, but he still felt that he was shrouded in deep darkness.

The light in his heart had been extinguished last night.

The thick-jointed hand holds a simple sword. The black scabbard has no external decoration. However, even in this late night, it still shows a darker color. It is obviously not an ordinary material. It is oval and dark gold. The sword has a hollow special pattern, and the handle is pure white, which creates a sharp contrast with the black scabbard but does not give people a sense of disharmony at all.

There is also a coiled dragon relief at the end of the handle of this knife, which is only 5 centimeters in diameter, but its texture is extremely delicate, with two golden lightning patterns on the bottom.

This is not a weapon made from modern technology. It is forged by the oldest and most orthodox knife forging technology. Without any special effects, anyone can still know the quality of this knife at the first sight. Extraordinary!

"I have seen the wounds on Takuro's body and the nanny who took care of him at the time. They are not weapons wounds, absolutely not!"

Iwata Hiroshi did not look back, but continued to say to the people behind him,

"Although the Iwata family's manor is not a forbidden area, the guards outside are on duty 24 hours a day, and there are surveillance cameras all around. Because Takuro was attacked once before, I arranged a team of guards around his room, as well as surveillance cameras. Cameras. I checked them all and no one or monster entered the room!"

He was one of the first people to see the scene. Even he who had experienced strong winds and waves found it difficult to accept the scene.

Those fine wounds were all over the two corpses, and not a drop of blood flowed out at the scene. The two living people were turned into two horrible mummies by some kind of monster in just a few seconds!

"Do you think who attacked your son had a target?"

On the inside of the corridor, Zhu Jue was leaning against the wall, with a large puddle of water under his feet. The weapon box was next to him, and some water drops were rolling down from above.

After receiving the information provided by Li Qinglian, he immediately went to the door, hoping to get some useful information from here.

Zhu Jue briefly explained the photos he had obtained and the specific situation. For them, Zhu Jue did not hide the situation of Weird Studio. This was also to gain the trust of the other party as quickly as possible.

It's just that the situation is still a bit beyond Zhu Jue's expectation. It's not that the family's identity is unusual, which surprises Zhu Jue more, but that the victim's family members actually know nothing about the monster.

"If I knew who did it, would I still be standing here holding a knife?"

Iwata Takuro was his only son. His death meant that the Iwata family, that is, if he, Iwata Hiro, could not give birth to a second son, he would have to die. This was an undying hatred!

Even Zhu Jue had a headache when he heard Iwata Hiroshi's words. He came here to find the mastermind through monsters, but who knew that these people didn't know anything about it.

"I've heard about you. I haven't seen the Weird Studio video, but you have defeated those mental pollution monsters. I know this. If you know that it appears again, how sure are you of finding those who control it?"

After a moment of silence, Iwata Hiroshi suddenly asked.

"If the controller is not far away, I can sense it."

There is no need for Zhu Jue to deceive the other party about this kind of thing. With his own perception ability and the inexplicable perception of indescribable things that he had possessed long ago, he is confident that as long as the other party starts some kind of ritual, he is confident that he will notice it immediately.

"Can you promise to kill them all?"

Veins popped out on the palm of the hand holding the scabbard, and there was a cold light in Iwata Hiro's originally dead eyes,

"As long as you can do it, no matter what you want. As long as the Iwata family has it, you can take it!"

"What a coincidence."

Zhu Jue opened the weapon box and took out the evil ghost sword together with the scabbard. He sensed some determination from Iwata Hiroshi, so he continued,

"The purpose of my coming to you is to send all those people who don't know whether to live or die to see God."

"Okay, come with me. Don't follow me. Leave the manor before I give the order!"

Iwata Hiroshi first looked back at Zhu Jue, and then shouted in a deep voice to the night outside. Not long after, dense footsteps retreated in the rain.

"It seems you are also a target?"

Zhu Jue did not take away the weapon box, but temporarily placed it in the room inside. He didn't even bring the backpack containing the wind chime.

Now Zhu Jue's body shape, clothing, and even appearance have been changed by the scavenger. Although he doesn't know why the other party can track his location, he still chooses to hide things that may reveal his identity.

The evil ghost sword has never been used before, but now it happens to be carried with him as a weapon.

"My son has not yet taken over the affairs of the Iwata family. How could there be enemies who want to kill him in this way? I am the only one they want to kill. Takuro is just a warning to me. I am still in the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. I have some power, and I have proposed many proposals, including banning the introduction of full-body prosthetic technology into the market, and opposing the unauthorized replacement of prosthetics by able-bodied people. There are many people who want to kill me, and I have always known that, but they should not do anything to me. If your son takes action, you must kill them, kill them all!"

Iwata Hiroshi turned around and took Zhu Jue towards the manor. When he arrived at the place where Iwata Takuro rested before, he asked Zhu Jue to stop again, and then said,

"If the monster doesn't come out later, don't come out either. As long as we can find those people, you don't have to worry about me even if I die."

Since the other party wants to kill him, then he will give them this chance!

Walking to the center of the corridor outside the house, he glanced at the messy bedding in the room, as well as the messy footprints of the guards who rushed in because of the sudden incident.

Sitting on his knees in the corridor with his sword on his knees, Iwata Hiroshi looked at the rainy night outside, and the noisy sound of rain filled his ears.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes

"Hehehehehe~"

In the sound of rain, there was a sudden sneer. It was not a sound that humans can make. Just a few sounds reached his ears. Iwata Hiroshi still felt dizzy in his head. The nausea soon gave him the desire to vomit. But he forced himself to endure it.

Iwata Hiroshi did not choose to remind Zhu Jue next to him, but turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. Just like he said before, before finding the target, don't worry about him even if he dies!

There seemed to be something in the rain outside the eaves. Although his eyes glanced back and forth under the light, he found nothing.

Only occasionally, the floor lamps on both sides of the stone path suddenly dimmed, and then returned to their normal appearance in an instant.

Something passed there.

"Why can't I see it nearby?"

Zhu Jue stood at the corner of the corridor, with the evil ghost sword stationed in front of him, looking at the position of Iwata Hiro with some strangeness.

In his perception, the source of mental pollution monster had clearly appeared and was nearby, but he did not see any special existence in his field of vision.

No matter what, now is an opportunity to find each other. Zhu Jue turned around and stepped on the railing of the corridor, jumped up, grabbed the eaves and did a backflip onto the roof. The Iwata family's manor buildings all retain the most original old houses. , the roof is not high, only two floors. Zhu Jue exposed himself to the rain, opened his senses, and searched for the mastermind hidden nearby except those currently in the courtyard.

But while Zhu Jue was looking for it, Iwata Hiroshi made the first move. He suddenly pulled his right leg out from under his buttocks, and the moment he stepped on the floor of the corridor, the sword was unsheathed.

Iwata Hiro felt the monster approaching. Although he saw nothing in his eyes, this did not prevent him from drawing the sword!

However, no matter how sharp the sword is, it still depends on the strength of the wielder. He is a person who has not received any armed transformation and has not used ability injections. No matter how proficient the sword is, he wants to kill the one who comes from the rain. The monster is still a little worse.

Before he could make any extra moves, his arms were already bound by invisible tentacles, and then tentacles as thick as a rolling pin penetrated into Haori's wide sleeves. At this time, there was still nothing in front of Hiro Iwata.

Until there was a dull pain in his arms and neck, and the flesh and blood of his body seemed to be cut open by some kind of cold and sharp mouthpart, and the blood was then drained away!

"monster"

Iwata Hiroshi finally saw the vague outline of something.

It was an invisible creature from the stars.

It is completely red, and the rain is mixed with the blood oozing from the wrinkled skin, which looks like sores after the blisters have broken after being burned. It is dripping in front of Iwata Hiroshi. Under this deep red Countless tentacles pulsated on the body, like a jelly block that was constantly squirming and beating.

And at the tip of the tentacles, there is a sucker-like mouthpart, which is constantly opening and closing hungrily. This monster is bloated and disgusting: the big ball has no head, no face, no eyes, only long and never-ending eyes. It has a satiating mouth and sharp claws befitting a star monster.

After sucking human blood, it finally appears!

Iwata Hiroshi, who was originally filled with anger and resentment, was in a state of confusion. He had heard about monsters that were the source of spiritual pollution, and had seen some photos by chance, but at this moment, he only had the deepest fear in his mind. But he didn't know why he was afraid.

Because Iwata Hiroshi couldn't convince himself to recognize the monster in front of him. It was indescribable, and naturally he couldn't form a specific understanding.

It's not that Hiro Iwata doesn't want to, but that his brain refuses to imagine any possibility of such a monster out of control.

That is the instinct of a living creature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages!