Chương 54: 9. Strong sense of sight
Although the purple-haired girl should be vigilant, Shinji felt a very familiar feeling from the purple-haired girl's tone and eyes for some reason... just like the little boy who just came to Matou's house a few years ago. General Sakura.
Lonely, inferior, and extremely uneasy about his own situation, like a frightened little beast.
And when talking about his family, he used a very alienated tone, as if he was talking about a stranger.
Throwing a girl in poor health into the rain, Matou Shinji would not do such a ruthless thing, but it is not what he is good at to appease others and communicate with women, so he can only look at Mousse, and he is backward Take a step back.
Mousse glanced at Shinji a little helplessly, then said to the purple-haired girl, "You don't look like you're okay now... Is your stomach hurting?"
At this time, it no longer rained in the sky, and Mu Si put the umbrella in her hand on the ground, supported the purple-haired girl with one hand, and rubbed the other hand gently on her abdomen.
The soft voice is very gentle, and the warm palms are slowly rubbed on the lower abdomen, which makes the purple-haired girl feel a slight relief, which is much more effective than what she had been pressing just now, and in the face of Mousse's inquiry, the purple-haired girl After a while of silence, he said, "It hurts..."
"Can you tell me your family's contact information? Or where is your home?" Mu Si asked softly.
However, there was no response to this question. The purple-haired girl just stared at the ground for a while, then slowly shook her head and said, "Please don't bother them..."
Mu Si sighed secretly in her heart. She had several guesses about the relationship between the girl and her family. After looking up at Shinji, she said to her again, "I don't know what your name is?"
"...Asakami Fujino."
The purple-haired girl said her name in a low voice. There was an air about Mousse that made her want to get close to her. .
Matou Shinji picked up the mousse and threw the umbrella on the ground, and said to Asakami Fujino, "If you really have nowhere to go, you can spend the night with us, of course...if you're worried, forget it."
Asakami Fujino felt that the pain in her abdomen began to gradually disappear again, but she did not say it. This kind of tenderness and warm embrace that made people want to immerse in it was reassuring.
So she raised her head and said, "...then it will trouble the two of you."
Mousse showed a sweet smile, not only Shinji felt that there was a sense of Sakura in Asakami Fujino, but also Mousse, and Mousse, who was used to taking care of Sakura, just subconsciously regarded Asakami Fujino as a Sakura took care of it.
After the rain stopped, Matou Shinji's sensitive nose could smell a trace of blood from the purple-haired girl, and in a small alley next to it, there was a strong smell of blood.
"...Musi, you take her back first, and I'll follow in a while."
Matou Shinji glanced at Asakami Fujino, then said to the two of them.
Mousse didn't ask anything, and walked directly towards the hotel with Asagami Fujino. In the process, Kirito Shinji watched the latter's back all the way.
When the two of them turned a corner and disappeared from view, several translucent crystal butterflies flew out of Matou Shinji's windbreaker and flew towards the alley where the strong smell of blood came from.
And Matou Shinji also walked into the alley. Matou Shinji's sense of smell is much more sensitive than ordinary people, and he is particularly sensitive to special smells such as blood. Following these bloody smells, he came to a very common place. speakeasy bar.
Dirty walls full of all kinds of graffiti, garbage and canned food on the ground, and even occasional needles that don't work. The original brown counter is full of marks from cigarette butts.
At a glance, this bar has been abandoned for some time and has become a lair for some less friendly people.
And the strong smell of blood gushed out from here, red paint was sprinkled on the originally filthy walls, and the blood flowed on the ground like earthworms.
There was a light in the bar, and at the entrance, which was at Shinji's feet, a severed hand with a strangely twisted arc was lying there quietly, letting Matou Shinji squat down and carefully observe the broken arm.
"Very peculiar wound... With a force that is impossible for humans, the limbs are directly torn off in a short period of time... No, no, not torn off, but forcibly twisted, the bones, muscles, all inside It's a mush... it's not like an outside force, it's more like being twisted into a machine like this... fun."
Matou Shinji was in this place, as if he was at ease in his own home, his eyes stretched slightly, and he saw the owner of his arm, who was lying dozens of centimeters away from the severed hand, his face full of panic and despair.
"Have you seen something incomprehensible? You still dye your hair, are you a gangster? ... This guy is still miserable, his hands and feet are broken one by one, but fortunately they are still attached to his body, but it will be a little more troublesome when condensing the body. "
Crystal butterflies fluttered in the air, and two others flew out the door, guarding Shinji outside.
And he stepped directly over the corpse at the door, and then came to the center of the bar that could be called a slaughterhouse.
Countless blood splattered on the table and walls. There were four corpses here, and Shinji watched them one by one with great interest.
The second corpse was near the door, and its legs were twisted together like a twist. The most powerful thing was that the bones were directly twisted into pieces, not a single stubble pierced the skin, and the hands were twisted with the neck. Together, he twisted his head behind his back, and at a glance he knew how he died.
The third one is similar, except that this person is twisted into a ball, his hands and feet are entangled with each other, the whole person is twisted together like a rag, obviously the juice inside is about to be wrung out, this person has contributed at least hundreds of wall 50/50 paint source.
As for the fourth corpse inside...that's interesting.
The way this guy died was quite clean and neat, without any other injuries, just a 180-degree turn on his head.
What caught Matou Shinji's attention were two pieces of underwear on the ground, a bra and panties, with dirty footprints and bloodstains on them, obviously a woman's underwear, and at this time, Matou Shinji remembered, just now. Asakami Fujino was wet from the rain, and the curve of her back was very graceful and smooth, without any trace of underwear straps.
And in the hand of the last corpse, there is a sharp dagger. Except for the two drops of blood that splashed on it, the whole thing is very clean. What did this guy want to do with the dagger before he died?
In the end, the corpse was not wearing pants, which made Shinji Matou's eyes flash clear. A fat butterfly flew out of the blue windbreaker and fluttered in the air with difficulty.
[Wenmu Butterfly] As a butterfly once developed by the Matou family, it is now reproduced in the hands of Matou Shinji. The senses between Matou Shinji and the familiar are instantly connected, and countless strange and unpleasant smells are Wenmucho smelled it, and then transmitted it to Matou Shinji's mind, using his brain to distinguish the smell.
"Ow—damn! I finally know why the witcher's expression on the carrion is so ugly! It stinks!"
The first thing that floods into the brain is all kinds of odors. There is no cleaning here for a long time. These gangsters let the garbage pile up in the corners. Even some mice have settled there, and some things are also rotten and smelly. Once strengthened The sense of smell, these odors that humans can't smell at ordinary times, suddenly flooded into my mind.
Shinji covered his head, and it took a while to recover, and then let Wenmudie carefully smell the indoor smell, the smell of sweat, the sweet smell of blood, the smell of smoke... Finally, Matou Shinji found the expected smell. , that is like a heather-like smell, which is very difficult to distinguish in the air.
"really..."
Matou Shinji shook his head, glanced at the women's underwear on the ground, and shrugged his shoulders, the smell of butterflies in the air turned into dust and fell on the ground, and then Shinji left directly and walked towards the hotel.
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