Zongman: Kaijumon invades, I transform into Seven

Miwako Sato glanced up at the folding knife the man took out.

It was a very beautiful knife.

The folded folding knife was as long as a palm, and the thick and smooth wooden handle was brushed with a layer of maintenance oil, giving the entire wooden handle a beautiful dark brown color.

There were also extremely exquisite decorations on the knife, making the knife look more like some kind of work of art.

The edges and corners of the knife were a little worn, so it looked a little smooth.

It seemed that its owner loved the knife very much and took good care of it.

The man looked at the knife with a dazed look, and his hand in the black glove was stroking it with some obsession.

“She is very beautiful, isn’t she?”

He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking Sato Miwako.

Sato Miwako didn’t say anything, but slowly clenched her fist and unclenched it where he couldn’t see.

She was accumulating strength.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, the man didn’t get angry, but continued to say very obsessedly

“This knife was given to me by my wife. She has been dead for several years. I love this knife very much and never forget to take care of it.”

When the man was talking, Sato Miwako kept treating him coldly and did not interrupt him.

“That day was my birthday. I remember it very clearly. There were many people chasing us at that time, but we didn’t care and lived happily.”

The man opened the folding knife. The folding knife, which was originally only the length of his palm, became as long as his forearm.

There were Damascus patterns on the blade of the folding knife. The blade was sharp and flashed with cold light.

Sato Miwako’s eyes wandered on the blade. She was very good at snatching knives, which was also one of the subjects that police officers had to train.

Many of the criminals they faced were armed with knives.

The man did not notice Sato Miwako’s gaze. He also lowered his head and stared at the patterns on the knife, as if he was staring at his wife.

“On the day she gave me the knife, we were discovered by the white pigeons that had been chasing us. They broke into our home, and she was killed by the pigeons to protect me.”

The man lowered his head and looked nostalgic, frustrated.

“I kept running away with this knife until I got rid of the white dove. I never forgot to maintain this knife, and I swore that I would use this knife to kill the prey every time I hunted. Maybe this way Xingzi could also taste the prey?”

The last trace of regret on the man’s face disappeared, and he grasped the handle of the knife, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at Sato Miwako’s throat.

Not good.

Sato Miwako hasn’t recovered yet, and can only watch the tip of the knife approaching.

A trace of sweat seeped from her forehead, and her back had already been eroded by cold sweat.

She looked at the sharp tip of the knife, as if her skin had already felt the coldness and hardness of the steel.

Tap tap.

Sato Miwako heard clearly that there was another sound of footsteps behind him.

And her neck can’t turn now, so she can’t see who is coming

‘Who is it? A tourist? At such a critical moment, Sato Miwako’s thoughts turned around.

She quickly rejected her idea.

This place is too remote. If she is a tourist, she will definitely not go to the side store after seeing the desolate scenery outside the side hall.

Who is it?

No, if it is a colleague, he will definitely not come alone.

And she only heard the footsteps of one person.

“Run! It’s dangerous here!”

Although she didn’t know who was approaching, Miwako Sato’s sense of justice urged her to speak up and persuade the person to leave this dangerous place.

“It’s okay, it’s safe.”

A hoarse and deep voice came from behind.

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