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Forcing himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and organizing his thoughts, the boy put back his notebook and handed his schoolbag to a criminal police officer behind him. He already had a guess in his mind.
Taking out the pistol from his windbreaker and turning on the safety, the boy quickly rushed to the gravekeeper's hut not far from the cemetery.
This is where the gravekeeper usually lives. The boy went to take a look yesterday morning when he was asking the gravekeeper about the details of the case.
"Bah!"
With a gunshot, the boy broke the lock of the door.
Pushing the door open, I saw a narrow hut of only ten square meters.
The boy looked around first, then quickly walked up to the small table in the corner of the room.
On this small table, there is an open notebook, pressed by a kettle.
The notebook had crude drawings and words that indicated the location of a path that led to the back mountain.
[It’s you…]
The boy took a look and took the pencil beside him. He copied the contents of the notebook at a very fast speed, tore it off and handed it to the two detectives behind him.
"Send a request to the Metropolitan Police Department. We have discovered the base of a cult group. The number of people is unknown. The other party may be armed with dangerous weapons. We need to send additional police force to support us, and quickly."
"Yes!"
After giving this instruction, the boy did not stop, rushed out of the hut, and ran directly towards the path behind the mountain recorded in the notebook.
"In that case, just do as you wish..."
On the other side, in the cult’s base on the back mountain, Mr. Muraki nodded expressionlessly after listening to the gravekeeper’s words.
"Muraki?!"
Upon hearing this, the believers nearby all widened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief.
"You, what are you doing..."
"Are you going to betray the Lord too?!"
But Muraki shook his head silently, stopping them from talking, and still looked at the gravekeeper expressionlessly.
"Thank you, Mr. Muraki. May you also truly be saved by the 'Lord'."
The gravekeeper didn't say anything else. He turned around and prayed to the statue of "the Lord" for the last time. Then he walked towards the unconscious Xiao Wuwan and reached out to untie the ropes tied around her.
This was something he had already made up his mind about. He was going to turn himself in, and he also believed that this was what the "Lord" wanted him to do.
It was at this moment that Mr. Muraki, who had been standing behind the gravekeeper and looking at him expressionlessly, suddenly and slowly raised his right hand hidden under his robe.
Inside was a black hole-like muzzle of a gun.
"Bah!"
Chapter 640: Wooden man, come and save me quickly!
"Bah!"
In the dim room illuminated only by candlelight, a gunshot suddenly rang out.
Mr. Muraki, who was standing behind the gravekeeper, raised his hand expressionlessly, and a bullet shot out from the pistol hidden under his robe, instantly penetrating the chest of the unsuspecting gravekeeper in front of him.
cough! "
As if he hadn't figured out what had happened, the gravekeeper, with his eyes wide open, covered his chest which was gradually turning red, and slowly knelt on the ground with a puzzled look on his face.
"He... betrayed the 'Lord'."
The other believers in the room seemed to be frightened by the sudden gunshot, and there was silence at the moment.
Mr. Muraki put down his hand, looked down coldly at the kneeling gravekeeper, and said:
"Not only was he manipulated by filthy people and brainwashed by the vulgar and perverse ideas of the world, he even wanted to distort our doctrines for them, pollute our faith, and tarnish our 'Lord'.
With such evil deeds, he...is no longer our companion. We should eradicate the traitor on behalf of the Lord!"
After saying this, Mr. Muraki turned around and looked at the other believers around him with cold eyes.
The believers looked at each other, no one spoke, and there was a hint of fear on their faces to some extent.
Although these people shouted for war and killing, in fact, none of them had ever killed anyone with their own hands. In the past, when there was a similar need within the cult, it was done by the gravekeepers. Now, Mr. Muraki's sudden shooting really scared them.
"No, that's right!"
Finally, in this suffocating silence, a believer finally stood up and shouted loudly:
"This guy has betrayed the Lord! He must be eradicated!"
"Yes, yes! We must eradicate it! This must be the Lord's idea!"
"That's right! Kill him!"
When the first person stood up, the rest of the believers no longer hesitated and echoed his words.
Although they kept saying that it was the "Lord's" thoughts, everyone present knew in their hearts that they were killing people, and they were killing people to cover up their crimes.
At the beginning, there were Apricot and Hanada, now there is the gravekeeper, and in the future there will be this little girl and that young police officer...
"Well……"
I don’t know if it was because of the gunshot, but the eyelids of the originally unconscious Xiao Wuwan suddenly moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
"It's all for the Lord."
Mr. Muraki, who had not yet noticed that Kogumaru had awakened, finally showed a smile on his cold face amid the expressions of the crowd.
The back of his head was still aching slightly, and Xiao Wuwan looked at the dim room and the robed strangers around him with confused eyes.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
"Well!"
There was a sharp pain like a needle pricking my mind, and all the memories from before came flooding back like a tide.
Yes! This morning when she passed by the cemetery, she was attacked by the gravekeeper who reported the case!
Damn it! So that guy is also a problem? Could he be related to Kyoko's death? Where on earth is this place? Why do these people look like they belong to some religious group? Am I being kidnapped?
Small problem, my family has plenty of money, as long as you don't kill the hostage, everything else is fine...
"Oh? Are you awake?"
Finally, Mr. Muraki noticed the movement of Kougamaru, who was tied up on the bed nearby, and turned to look at her with a smile on his face.
"You...you!" As soon as he saw Mr. Muraki's face clearly, Xiao Wuwan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart, which had been relieved, suddenly hung in the air.
[White teeth, white teeth, white teeth! This is not kidnapping! I am being held hostage! ]
She remembered what the boy said to her in the police car last night, saying that there might be something wrong with the Muraki couple. Combined with the current situation, how could she not guess that she was alone and taken hostage? These people wanted to use her to threaten the boy!
"I, I advise you not to do anything stupid..."
Xiao Karasuma, who was curled up on the bed and trembling with fear, looked directly at Mr. Muraki who was smiling, and mustered up the courage to threaten him:
"My family has a very powerful background, and that wooden man is also very powerful. We have a very good relationship. If he knew that you had tied me up, he would definitely kill all of you..."
"Really?"
"Of course! I advise you to let me go now. That way, I can say a few good words for you when I go back and try to reduce your sentence. Otherwise, otherwise..."
"In this case, it seems that we need to revise our previous plan."
Seeing the frightened look of Karasuma who couldn't even "pull off the tiger's skin", the smile on Mr. Muraki's face gradually became ferocious.
"Why don't we just offer her and the gravekeeper to our 'Lord' now? Then we can go tell the policeman that it was the gravekeeper who brought her to the mountain, and trick the policeman up here as well and kill him and offer him to the 'Lord'. What do you think?"
"Ugh!" Little Karasuma was so scared that his whole body trembled and his little face turned pale.
"madness……"
The gravekeeper's consciousness was gradually fading away. Although the wound on his chest did not kill him instantly, it also made him lose the strength to resist. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, listening to the excited conversation of these people, and whispered something.
These people are truly beyond help...
He had always thought that he could bring these people to surrender himself, and that he had failed the young police officer's expectations of him...
But it doesn't matter. The gravekeeper had already anticipated the current situation. Before going up the mountain, he had left enough clues and instructions at the foot of the mountain to help the young police officer find the way...
There is no mistake. The cemetery is the only way to go up the mountain. During the conversation last night, the gravekeeper realized that the young police officer had become suspicious of the mountain behind. He will definitely come here to investigate today. Then, with the ability of the young police officer, he will definitely be able to detect the clues he left behind and eventually find here.
It doesn't matter, the end result is the same anyway...
"This...is fine."
A believer immediately nodded in agreement with Mr. Muraki's words, and then looked at the shivering little Karasuma on the bed, with a hint of heat in his eyes.
"But if this is the case, why don't we use her to perform a 'holy' ceremony before that?"
"Ah, I just had the same thought..."
"I think that in this way, the Lord will be more pleased with our sacrifices..."
"Hahaha!"
The room was suddenly filled with the joyful laughter of the male believers. Although Xiao Wuhuan had no idea what the "holy" ceremony they were talking about was, as a high school girl, she could still understand the looks in these people's eyes.
[It’s over, it’s over! 】
Boundless fear surged like a tide. Under this extreme fear, her consciousness was already on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, a figure appeared in her mind, causing her to shout out almost instinctively:
"Wooden man! Come and save me quickly——"
"boom!"
Like a miracle, the next moment, the door of the room was kicked open by someone from outside.
Chapter 641 Dabaiheqing Summoning Technique
"boom!"
Amid the laughter of the male believers in the room, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone from outside.
The light outside the door instantly illuminated the dim room. The laughter stopped abruptly, and all the believers, including Mr. Muraki, subconsciously looked back.
At the door, stood a rather young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old. He was panting heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had just walked for dozens of miles.