Chapter 356 Is the murder case in Shikatori Town concluded?
"call--"
Zhi glanced around, taking in all the painters in front of him, and then breathed out gently, adjusting his breathing to soothe his slightly sore muscles.
At this time, she was surrounded by a dense crowd of painters. There were nearly a hundred people in sight at a glance, and the entire intersection became a battlefield.
"What a troublesome guy."
She was muttering in her mouth and retracting her gaze with nothing to gain. These guys all looked the same and could not be distinguished at all. If this continued, her physical strength would be exhausted sooner or later, although it would be a long time later.
.
Without giving her much time to breathe, the painters rushed over one after another, waving thin daggers in their hands, which looked like some kind of exquisite ceremonial items.
Among the daggers stabbing her, only one was real, but Zhi couldn't tell it apart, so he could only block them all.
Zhi's body shuttles among the painters, and the short knife in his hand is constantly waving, like a dancing butterfly. Every time it flaps its wings, it will pierce the body of a painter.
"Maybe I'll just have to make do with this gaudy setting."
The self-proclaimed artist smiled lowly, like a night owl, and his voice echoed around him, triggering waves of echoes.
Zhi didn't speak, but tightened her little face. The dagger in her hand became more and more powerful. Perhaps she felt the boiling murderous intention in her heart. The dagger kept moaning, and the air around the blade gradually became distorted.
Swish——!
The short knife stabbed out, and this time the invisible blade not only penetrated the painter in front of her, but also several people behind her.
It seems that the short sword has been greatly extended. It is an invisible blade condensed from the air. It is thin and transparent, but indestructible.
The swordsmanship that Mikael once taught her suddenly became clear to her. Zhi closed her eyes and no longer adhered to the so-called swordsmanship, but let her own feelings swing the sword.
Everything around her was reflected in her heart, and among the dense shadows, she could vaguely "see" a mass of darkness constantly changing places.
If nothing unexpected happens, this black mass should be the painter's true body. If he can't eliminate all the shadows in one go, he won't really be hurt.
So she needs a more powerful attack, one that can sweep through everything.
Ori stepped heavily on the ground, her petite body flew into the air, and then waved the dagger in her hand. In an instant, countless sword rays were swayed, like a roaring hurricane, sweeping all the painters together with those below.
The streets are all covered in it, without any blind spots.
"Oh oh oh, wonderful art."
The painter was not surprised but overjoyed. He spoke loudly and in an ups and downs tone that sounded like an opera.
"You bloom in the midst of killing, like flowers in the dawn."
Before he finished speaking, all the shadows were torn apart by the sharp sword light, leaving only wanton laughter.
………
………
The quiet streets disappeared, and the noisy sounds rushed in like a tide, engulfing the fabric.
Zhi looked at the painter sitting in front of her and remained silent. There was a constant flow of pedestrians around her, and they were like solid stones.
The drawing board in front of him was still intact and had not been pierced by himself. He held the blank portrait in his hand, and the masked painter looked at him, his blue eyes full of smiles.
What happened before was like a dream. When did she fall into the painter's trap? Was what happened before real, or is it real now? She couldn't tell for a while.
"Your performance is wonderful."
The painter stood up and put away his painting tools.
"But today's performance ends here, but we will have more cooperation opportunities in the future."
He bowed slightly, made a retreat gesture, and thrust out the short knife with force, but as expected, it missed the point.
"Miss Aesthesia?!"
Suddenly, a familiar shout came to his ears. Ori turned around and saw Ryunosuke Kitahara hurried over.
"Mr. Mikael said you needed some help, so he sent me."
"Um."
Zhi nodded and pointed in the direction of the painter,
"That guy is the murderer."
"Are you sure?"
Although he said this, Kitahara Ryunosuke subconsciously took out his pistol and aimed it at the painter's hand.
"Can't be wrong."
………
"The guns in your hands have no meaning or artistry. I can't stand this ugliness."
The painter watched Kitahara Ryunosuke take out a pistol and aim it at him. He still looked calm and unhurried. His hand hidden under his coat stretched out, holding an antique gun that looked as exquisite as a work of art.
pistol.
"Every bullet is a ray of my soul; every gunfire is a ray of my life."
He aimed at Kitahara Ryunosuke, and then gently pulled the trigger.
"I will make you poetic."
boom--
The suddenly remembered gunshots caused a commotion. Ori stood in front of Kitahara Ryunosuke, the blade of the dagger in his hand was dented a little. Not far from them, a brass bullet fell to the ground, exuding silk.
A wisp of heat.
The moment the artist fired the gun, Ori captured the trajectory of the bullet and knocked it away with a dagger.
Katsa——
Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds of broken glass, the figure of the painter gradually disappeared, and the light in front of the drawing board was distorted, and finally a figure of a person was revealed.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhi couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the hand holding the dagger couldn't help but increase his strength.
"You can actually see through my illusion, I'm just an ordinary human being."
The painter looked in the direction of Kitahara Ryunosuke, sighed softly, and finally laid his eyes on his eyes.
"Is it the effect of the magic eye? The script of fate is really interesting. It pulls the threads, and we are like puppets being manipulated, and we have to dance along."
Before he could express his emotions, he saw a white rainbow roaring across the air. As if he felt the fatal danger, the painter's body deployed fixed self-discipline defense techniques, but they were all pierced, and finally pierced his chest.
chest.
The short knife packed with strong kinetic energy flew out with his body, and finally nailed him to the wall not far away. Blood flowed down his coat and gathered into a bright red stream under his body.
, and it looks like someone used a paintbrush to apply red paint liberally.
Zhi walked up to him with a cold face and pulled out the short knife that penetrated Huashou's chest.
"You can try to stop me from creating, but my art cannot be interrupted."
The vitality disappeared rapidly with the flow of blood, but the painter just spoke calmly, not taking the impending death seriously, and his smile did not diminish.
"My audience...has already entered. At this moment, the curtain gradually rises, and our performance...is about to begin."