When he met Sugita again, Kitagawa Temple learned that Sugita had injected 50 million yen into the Kitagawa Mishen Society in his personal name.

Kitagawaji did not say anything thankful for this, but just handed Aikawahara to Sugi Logi. After explaining the general situation, he handed over the recording pen to Sugi Logi.

After doing this, Kitagawaji was not interested in witnessing the subsequent situation of those scumbags, so he went home and brought out the poor Nishikojo and Kagurasu.

Kitagawa Temple closed the notes of Shinhara Tamako's mother Shinhara's Ruriko, and after confirming the information above again, he murmured to himself:

“Tonight should be over.”

"Tonight ends? Will this be a little too anxious? Kitagawa is better to proceed step by step." The god of the side fell slowly and analyzed in a calm tone: "It is true that you have already received a lot of information now, but you are still in the world of your heart."

"I know what I know." Kitagawaji replied simply.

"Really?" Kamizumaki was a little unbelievable.

Next to her, Nishikotsuko shrugged at her with smugness, and her cute look seemed to be saying, "You really don't understand my fellow sect."

After doing this action, Nishikujo pitied Kitagawaji's collar again and lay on his shoulder again. The doll looked at the night view outside the window with a vague look.

This is probably the first time Kitakawaji took her out at seven or eight o'clock.

And it was a wealthy shopping area in Shibuya that she had never seen before, with young couples walking back and forth everywhere.

Especially when seeing some young men and women wearing couple outfits, Nishikotsu jumped to Kitagawaji's head with pitiful excitement.

While patting Kitagawaji's head, she pointed at the couples in couple outfits, her eyes full of eagerness to try.

"I'll wear it together next time I'm free." Kitagawaji replied expressionlessly, but his eyes were also attracted by the night scene in Tokyo.

A crowded crowd

Passersby playing with their mobile phones, flashing neon lights, advertisements on the large LCD public notice board in the distance

Tokyo at night has a charming charm.

As a resident of this place, isn’t the scenery seen in the eyes of Tamako Shinhara?

But these have little to do with Kitakawaji Temple.

All he had to do was pull out Shinhara Tamako, who was immersed in her dreams.

That's all

Shinhara Tamako's ward exudes a sense of silence.

Shinhara Tamako's heart rate flashed on the screen of the electrocardiometer.

The neat and white hospital beds and thin curtains used for spacing, all of which make the air float completely different from other wards.

Kitakawaji pulled open the thin curtain and pulled a round chair to sit down.

"Since I decided to end this time, I will go in with Poor," said Kamizumaki, bangingly.

"Can you still do this?"

Kitakawaji looked moved and asked curiously.

He was not surprised that the gods were able to enter other people's hearts and worlds, but what surprised Kitagawaji was that she could also let Nishiko's hearts and worlds enter Shinhara Tamako's hearts and worlds.

"You can also have the ability to attract souls. I have experience before and now I am a spirit body. In terms of ability, my ability is much stronger than I did back then."

Kamizuki explained with a stuttering, then said, "My dear and I will be considered as a way to take care of you."

"Okay." Kitagawaji did not refuse the god's residence Masae after thinking about it.

This is a good method. There is a God-Shuo Masae and Nishikotsu Poor, and there are also objects to discuss things, so there is no need to refuse at all.

"Let's start." Kitagawa Temple began to use his ability to attract souls.

After two entrys, he gradually became proficient.

With a subtle sense of separation, the viewing angle suddenly sank into darkness.

At the moment when darkness came, the woman's regretful sigh came to Kitagawa Temple's ears:

"The animals that always disappear will come the same way. Let's bury them under the tree in the yard."

The voice of words gradually fades away.

A bizarre halo flashed in front of Kitakawaji Temple.

The next moment, I felt like I was stepping on the ground at the foot of Kitakawaji.

But this time it is different from the past.

"Um?"

Kitagawa Temple stretched out its hands.

This is the same palm as in reality.

He glanced at the clothes on his body again.

It is also the same clothes as in reality.

Kitakawaji walked to the waiting mirror and looked at himself with a look.

Black eyes, pretty face, and deep facial features, giving people a sense of coldness and hardness.

"But this place is completely different from reality."

Kitakawa Temple took a look at the surrounding environment.

This is also a familiar health care room location.

The dim sunset spreads like blood throughout the health room.

But it's completely different from the previous two times.

The meat columns that fell from the ceiling were covered with human eyeballs above the pink and tender pieces of meat.

They stared at Kitakawa Temple directly.

The ground is also covered with soft pieces of meat. They are attached to the floor and are constantly squirming.

The smell of fishy smell ripples in this space, and even if it is naturally opened, it is also filled with this stench.

This stinky smell is very familiar to Kitakawa Temple.

It was exactly the smell of Yusuke Hanagaki and his girlfriend who had just smelled in the morning.

Nishikojo, who was lying on Kitagawaji's shoulder, covered his nose with his round arms in disgust.

She still maintained the appearance of a doll under this situation.

But is there another god who stays in Masae?

Kitakawaji raised his head and finally found an illusory shadow beside him.

When the god Shue Masae saw him looking over, he stammered and asked:

"What's going on here? It's not like Kitagawa you said"

"The world of mind may not be unchanging." Kitagawa Temple analyzed rationally: "The last time I came here, Shinhara Tamako's mental state was obviously very stable. But after time, her mental state was unstable, so she became like this."

"I'm not talking about what you are going to do next? There may be monsters in this kind of heart-like world." Jizawa Makie stuttered and wanted to say something, but saw that Kitagawaji had already opened the locker on one side and took out a broom from it.

"What are you doing?" asked Mitsue in a strange tone.

Kitakawaji did not answer, but he broke the front end of the broom without raising his head. The broom head fell to the ground, and at the same time, the part of the broom iron was twisted into a sharp spiral shape.

He raised his hand expressionlessly and inserted it into the deformed flesh column next to him.

Puff!!!

Blood splattered everywhere, spilling all over Beichuan Temple's face.

"What are you doing?" The god of Shizuo Mie looked at Kitagawaji's cold and fierce look, and his mouth moved, but he never dared to ask again.

"Make a weapon." Kitagawaji held this thing in his hand, and at the same time he pulled out a crowbar from the messy storage cabinet.

He inserted the crowbar behind him and continued, "Now that Sacred Heart Women's Middle School has become what it is now. I don't know what is inside. It's always right to be fully prepared."

"How come you, on the contrary, have you become a physical entity? Are you still a phantom?"

Kitagawa Temple looked at Masae with a slant.

"I don't know whether it might be because of this inexplicable problem of heart-like space."

There are meat pieces around, and the wriggling meat is attached to the ground

It seemed as if the three of them had entered a creature's body in an instant.

"Poor, it's time for us to set off." After Kitagawaji prepared everything, he turned around and greeted Nishikojo, who had jumped onto the table and didn't know what he was doing.

Nishikotsuko heard Kitagawaji's words and turned his head directly and pointed his round arms at something.

That's a book.

A hard black book cover with a creepy painting of an angel dragged into hell by endless pieces of meat.

"Is this?" Kitagawaji put a sharp iron rod aside and picked up the book.

The book is very heavy, like it is made of iron or copper. The pages are very thick and there are not many pages.
To be continued...