Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“You… …Who are you!? Why are you following me!?”

Yui Yuigahama, though she had already guessed the answer in her heart, still forced herself to remain calm and asked this question.

“Who am I?”

The hooded man stopped, his gaze towards Yui Yuigahama filled with a strange, almost artistic appreciation.

He opened his arms, standing in the pouring rain, his voice filled with twisted madness.

“I am the savior who will bring sunny days to this world!”

Immediately after, the man's eyes locked onto Yui Yuigahama's face, and he slowly opened his mouth.

“And you, will become one of my works of art, leaving a mark on human history!”

“No…”

Watching the man approach her step by step, Yui Yuigahama took two steps back, her already weak legs becoming even more powerless due to nervousness, and she accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground.

The delicate cookie box in her arms fell to the ground, and the cookies inside scattered all over the place.

“No.”

Yui Yuigahama bit her lip, looking directly at the person in front of her, having already guessed his identity, and mustered all the courage in her heart.

“You… …are just a psychologically twisted murderer, nothing more, nothing less!”

“What did you say!?”

Hearing this, the man's emotions became noticeably more out of control.

As a serial killer, what he enjoyed most was watching how his actions changed the weather of the entire Sakura Prefecture, giving him a sense of accomplishment.

From this feeling, he could also gain a sense of control over everything.

But now, everything he had done was completely denied by this prey?

Not only that, but the so-called feature report also showed a contemptuous attitude towards everything he had done?

“That writer… …and you… …and that Yozora…”

The man stretched out his right hand, and Yui Yuigahama could clearly see that there were many gray-black spots on the back of his hand, which were disgusting to look at.

“You all deserve to be sacrifices!”

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Yui Yuigahama, a clear and pleasant sound like a wind chime suddenly rang in her mind.

Accompanying the sudden sound was a reassuring black figure in front of her.

Burning black flames stood on the rain-soaked street.

A pure, deep black color made the sound of raindrops falling on the ground quiet down at this moment.

The man's wrist was directly grabbed.

He raised his head, and what caught his eye was a pure black mask, and a pair of black eyes that had no pity at all, and even more madness than his, the serial killer.

“Got you.”

Chapter 167 The Inescapable Mark, Yui's Awakening

Seeing this mysterious person wearing a pure black mask, wearing a black coat, and dressed like he was cosplaying, the Sunny Doll Killer couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his pupils shrank in shock.

“You… …'Mask'?”

Yozora didn't answer, but his right hand turned pale, and the black sharp nails on his five fingers pierced deeply into the flesh of the Sunny Doll Killer.

The latter seemed to feel something, and an unbelievable color appeared in his bloodshot pupils.

Immediately after, the Sunny Doll Killer made an astonishing move.

He directly grabbed the elbow joint of his right arm with his left hand, and without much effort, he actually tore off half of his right arm!

In the next second, the Sunny Doll Killer turned around and quickly fled without hesitation.

His figure gradually became blurred in the pouring rain, until he finally merged into one.

“Heh.”

Yozora didn't chase after him, but just made a sound that seemed very disdainful and contemptuous.

He turned around, walked to Yui Yuigahama, who was paralyzed on the ground, and stretched out his left hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… …Yeah, I'm fine.”

Yui Yuigahama took a deep breath, took Yozora's left hand, and stood up with his help.

Next second.

She suddenly felt that she had entered a very warm place from the heavy rain.

Her wet hair was being carefully wiped, and the heat on it was like a hair dryer, gradually drying her originally dripping hair.

It was like getting close to a lit stove in the coldest winter, feeling warm all over.

Yui Yuigahama raised her head and found that Yozora was blocking the top of her head with his black coat, just like an old hen protecting her chicks.

Feeling the warmth from the burning black flames or Yozora, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she said coquettishly.

“Are you… …are you treating me like a child?”

Yozora lowered his head and glanced at a certain part of Yui Yuigahama's body, which was outlined because it was wet by the rain, and shook his head seriously.

“Small… …you are really not small.”

Yui Yuigahama didn't react at first, but when she did, her pretty face instantly turned red, she protected her chest, and bit her lip shyly.

“You… …can't you make an umbrella?”

Yozora's answer was as straightforward as ever.

“I can, but I prefer this.”

“More, more, more prefer?”

Yui Yuigahama felt her heartbeat accelerate in an instant.

She opened her lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but her eyes suddenly glanced at the cookies scattered on the ground, and her face changed, and she said in a panic.

“The cookies I made… …are all… …”

“Did you make this for me?”

Hearing Yozora's question, Yui Yuigahama nodded with a complicated expression, and said softly.

“Yes… …but now… …”

“Oh, it's for me.”

In Yui Yuigahama's surprised gaze, Yozora actually bent down and picked up a piece of cookie that had been soaked from the rain-filled ground.

“Don't… …”

Before Yui Yuigahama could finish speaking, a ball of black flames ignited in Yozora's hand, drying the soaked cookie, then he raised his sleeve and casually wiped off the dirt and dust on it, and finally put it in his mouth.

“Yozora-kun… …you… …”

Watching Yozora really put the cookie in his mouth, Yui Yuigahama stood there blankly, not knowing what to say.

“This… …this has already fallen on the ground… …”

“It doesn't matter.”

Yozora waved his hand and smiled.

“This is the cookie you made yourself and wanted to give me, I must taste it.”

Hearing this, Yui Yuigahama felt the throbbing in her heart even stronger than ever before.

As my mother said… …

Yozora-kun, is a gentle person.

The two of them tacitly didn't mention how the cookies tasted.

The taste of the food is no longer important.

Although the corners of Yozora's mouth were twitching unconsciously.

But… …

The taste is no longer important.

Yozora took out his phone from his pocket, dialed Rio Futaba's number, and after the other party answered, he went straight to the point.

“Futaba, the operation has begun, I'll send you the location.”

Rio Futaba's voice was as calm and rational as ever.

“Yeah, I know.”

… …

Ten minutes later, Mai Sakurajima, Rio Futaba, and Miko Yotsuya, who had changed into clothing formed by the soul's embodiment ability, arrived on this street.

“Open your eyes, Hyakume.”

With Miko Yotsuya's soft shout, Hyakume, wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, appeared again, his feet stepping on the puddles of water on the street, but without causing the slightest ripple.

“How is it, can you see it?”

Hyakume nodded slightly and said softly.

“Yeah, I can see it very clearly.”

In Hyakume's vision, the world between the rain seemed to be divided into three areas.

The first layer is the faint gold contained in those raindrops, like the color of a goat-headed god.

The second layer is the black, viscous mist that exudes an evil, twisted, and ominous meaning under the cover of the rain.

And the third layer… …is also the most obvious layer.

The pale white haze was stretched into the shape of a thread, extending all the way forward from where everyone was standing at this time.

“Phew… …that's good.”

Hearing Hyakume's affirmative answer, Rio Futaba breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Yozora decided on the general direction of luring the snake out of its hole, the specific action plan was the responsibility of her, the staff officer.

Before the Sunny Doll Killer took the bait, Rio Futaba had already considered that the members of the Exceptional Measures Team could not defeat the opponent at this stage, or that the opponent had some kind of peculiar ability that was enough to escape from Yozora's hands.

For this reason, Rio Futaba thought of a brilliant plan, named "Dyeing Ball" by Yozora.

She didn't know what a Dyeing Ball was, probably Yozora was going crazy again and just came up with the name.

The principle of the plan is very simple.

Miko Yotsuya's Hyakume has the special ability to find and track even the smallest traces of evil spirits.

Hyakume and Miko Yotsuya are originally one.

This means that if it is an aura that Miko Yotsuya is familiar with, Hyakume will be more comfortable tracking it.

Then the question comes.

What is the evil spirit power that Miko Yotsuya is most familiar with and has had the most contact with?

It is… …Yozora's something.

Simply put.

Hyakume is very familiar with Yozora's power aura, and in the short few seconds of contact with the Sunny Doll Killer's body just now, Yozora had already completed the process of dyeing.

The Sunny Doll Killer also realized something was wrong, so he would do the same thing as a gecko cutting off its tail, tearing off his arm.

It's a pity that Yozora's dyeing is not targeted at the body, but a brand engraved on his twisted soul.

Once caught, there is no way to escape.