Chapter 349 The Three Detectives and the Police in the Murder Case of Lutuo Town
Late at night five days later, on the fifth floor of the private Misaki High School.
Crisp footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. The cold moonlight shone through the glass, just enough to see the road in front of me. The classroom on the right was dark, and the neatly arranged seats looked like nothing.
Like a faint shadow in the darkness, it exudes some kind of ominous aura.
The bustling school during the day fell completely silent late at night, like a cemetery.
Aozaki Aoko took a deep breath, shook her head, and expelled this thought from her brain, and then focused on the movement around her. In such a quiet environment, you can hear the needle drop, and you want to quietly
A silent sneak attack is not a simple matter.
The hem of the red skirt rose and fell slightly with her steps, and her long hair was draped lightly on her shoulders. She did not wear her usual school uniform, but changed into casual clothes that were more convenient for movement.
With that majestic appearance, it is difficult to compare her now with that high school student. Although she is called the "Devil President", compared with that joke, the current Aozaki Aoko has a certain intensity.
His will almost penetrates people.
The door leading to the rooftop was locked tightly for the safety of the students, but the locked door did not bother Aozaki Aoko, the president of the student union. She took out her spare key and found one of the keys.
Bundle.
Some rusty locks made a harsh sound when they were turned. Aozaki Aoko frowned slightly, and the magic circuit on her right arm opened, illuminating the dim space.
Just when she was about to open the door, she subconsciously touched the glass cat pendant hanging on her waist. According to the plan she made in the mansion, she only needed to lead the invading magician to the designated location, and leave the rest to Jiuyuan.
There are beads in the temple.
Although I really want to defeat that bastard with my own hands, considering the strength gap between the two sides, I really can’t do it...
Aozaki Aoko clenched her fists angrily. God knows how much trouble that bastard has caused her in the past few days. If she could stuff him into a concrete pillar and sink him into a pond, I would definitely not hesitate.
The amount of cement will even be doubled.
With a gentle breath, she adjusted her mentality, and then opened the door without hesitation. The moonlight poured in from the outside like mercury, drowning her in it.
The slender human figure stood in the middle of the rooftop, quietly waiting for the invitees to come to the appointment. The soft moonlight illuminated the cold and hard face. The face was surprisingly similar to Aoko. In Aozaki Aoko's astonished eyes,
The corners of the mouth hidden under the long hair raised a slight arc.
[Damn, that guy...]
The mood that finally calmed down once again stirred up waves. Aozaki Aoko felt her fists become hardened. She really didn't expect that guy to have such a bad taste.
It's just a mere doll, watch yourself dismantle it into scrapped, non-recyclable garbage!
The anger in her heart was raging. Aozaki Aoko raised her right arm and unfolded the magic bullet technique. The azure magic bullet swayed with light and left a conspicuous trajectory in the air, and hit the puppet's face unceremoniously.
A face that is not smiling.
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Compared with the teaching building that looks like a mourning hall, the back hill of Misaki High School looks like a mass grave in the middle of the night. The howling cold wind travels through the endless forest, emitting shrill screams.
Mikael put his hands in his pockets and walked in the forest, stepping on the soft fallen leaves. His whole body felt a little erratic. The branches of the fallen leaves occupied the high space wantonly, but there was no need for it.
Worried about getting scratched.
After walking for about half an hour, the forest in front of me disappeared. On the flat hillside, dilapidated low buildings stood alone, surrounded by trees like a wall, seeming to pay homage to the past.
time.
This is the old school building of Misaki High School, but it was abandoned a long time ago. The new tall teaching building with bright and clean windows is very popular among students. The buildings here have long been forgotten and used as warehouses.
"I never expected that Miss Orange's stronghold would be here."
Mikael said with emotion, then stopped in his tracks and kept a safe distance from the old school building.
"It's just more convenient here."
Aozaki Orange's chuckle was mixed with the howling cold wind, and sounded a little distorted. She was still wearing the green slim-fitting suit, looking charming, but full of danger, like a monster lurking in the shadows around her.
Like thorns.
"Are you interested in coming in for a visit? You are the first guest here."
"No, you can still tell whether I am welcome as a guest here. Unexpectedly, Miss Chengzi chose to be my enemy in the end. I am afraid I will lose an old friend today."
Mikael simply rejected Aozaki Orange's proposal. It was taboo to enter the studio of another magician at will, especially when the other magician was proficient in runes.
"That's really a pity."
"I'm sorry too."
Mikael calmly took a step back, and his blue eyes quietly lit up, emitting a soft gleam.
"Can't there be more trust between people? I went to the appointment with great sincerity."
"There can still be trust between people, but Mr. Mikael, you seem to be a Death Apostle, and Death Apostles are not included in the category of human beings."
Aozaki Aoko walked leisurely in front of Mikael, stretched out her right hand and snapped her fingers. Countless words poured out from her back, and golden flowers bloomed wantonly, like exquisite works of art.
These words are not limited to Western European magic forms, there are dozens or hundreds of magic schools, gathered into the shape of two wings, protecting Aozaki Orange.
"And you came to the appointment with the idea of killing me, right?"
"I really can't hide anything from you, so I hate smart people the most, especially smart women."
Mikael sighed softly, and silently held the slender dagger in his hand. The dark-colored blade did not reflect any moonlight, and only the inscriptions etched on its surface shone with the brilliance of magic.
[Demon-Breaking Dagger] This is the gift he prepared for Aozaki Yuko. In terms of the properties of destroying demons, it is no less than a legendary treasure. It is the nemesis of magicians.
"The feng shui here is quite good. It is more than enough to bury a crowned magician at least."
"You like Eastern culture very much, but do you know an old proverb [Smartness leads to misunderstanding]?"
Aozaki Orange seems to have already anticipated the scene in front of him. No matter 500 million pounds or anything else, it is just bait.
Snapped--
The crisp snap of fingers sounded again, and a fierce sense of crisis exploded in Mikael's heart. Without thinking, the dagger in his hand was drawn behind him.
The pitch-black blade cut through the air quickly, as fast as thunder. Although it was a dagger used for assassination, it had the momentum of an epee in Mikael's hand.
The blade seemed to hit something, and the majestic force was transmitted along the dagger. Unexpectedly, Mikael couldn't even hold the dagger and let it fly out.
The small fist knocked the dagger away, and then it landed heavily on his chest.
boom--!
Mikael flew out and knocked down several trees before falling weakly to the ground.
"hiss--"
He touched his chest and took a breath of cold air. He only felt numbness for a while, and his sternum groaned under the weight. He danced on the edge of the crack, his heart almost burst, and half of his right arm lost feeling.
But compared to these, Mikael was more concerned about the guy who could attack him silently.
"I see, Fantasy... Miss Orange is really generous."
Mikael narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the leisurely young man walking towards him, and recognized the inhuman essence beneath his exquisite appearance, which was like a work of art.