The curved, slender first quarter moon hung in the dark sky. Fujiwara Izaya looked up and felt like a white cat's paw stepping on a piece of black cloth.
"Fujiwara, you must send that bastard spider to the Underworld!" Ikeda Seiji looked at the window, his indignant expression illuminated by the moonlight, "The dead female worker was a single mother, and she had an eight-year-old daughter.
, you don’t know what I saw when I came to the scene this morning, the little girl’s eyes when she was stopped outside and not allowed to go in to see the body, how distressing it was..."
Fujiwara Izaya imagined the little girl's desperate eyes and sighed slightly: "Where is that girl now?"
"The old monk made the decision to take her back to the temple and live there first to see if she can find a suitable family to adopt her."
"Keep the 1 million for her, and remember to help her choose a better home."
There are many unfortunate people in this world.
Fujiwara Izaya was not so crazy that he had to save everyone, but since he happened to meet them, he would not be reluctant to show his meager kindness.
Ikeda Seiji glanced sideways at him and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."
The next second, he said again: "But I still have to give you the money. After all, my family is not short of the 1 million yen."
"good."
Fujiwara Izaya is not pretentious.
"It's a pleasure to get along with Fujiwara." Ikeda Seiji excitedly patted his shoulder.
"It's getting late," Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and glanced at the dark corridor, "Let's go in."
"Uh, I'm in a hurry, Fujiwara-kun, wait for me for a few minutes!"
Ikeda Seiji turned around and ran towards the gate very fast.
Then he never came back.
Fujiwara Izaya had already figured out the monk's habits, so the moment the monk turned around, he had already walked into the corridor on his own.
As a monster, he was happy to remove spirits without anyone watching, otherwise it would be a bit tricky if he accidentally exposed the fact that he was also a monster.
Under the dim moonlight, Fujiwara Izaya went up to the third floor of the factory and opened the door to the reception room.
A disgusting, stomach-churning smell blew toward him. He covered his nose, stopped and looked inside.
The room is about four and a half tatami mats in size, and is uneven in some places. Judging from the layout, it should have been renovated, and part of the factory building was converted into a reception room.
In the middle is a tatami with a low table, an ashtray, a small stove, and a set of exquisite ceramic tea cups.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the indoor environment and took steps inside.
There were still some dried blood stains on the floor and walls, and there was a frowning smell of blood in the air. In addition, there was also a foul smell, like the saliva of some kind of poisonous lizard.
The past experience of exterminating spirits told Fujiwara Izaya that these were the traces left behind by monsters after they harmed living beings.
Whether it is a monster, a ghost, or even a human being, as long as you kill a living being, you will be entangled with the resentment of the deceased, and the fishy smell is a side effect of the resentment.
The more you kill, the bigger the smell will be and the harder it will be to get rid of it.
However, if you kill people or ghosts with strong resentment, the smell will disappear quickly.
The principle is unknown.
Probably that old woman in Amaterasu encouraged people in the world to kill less, and if they encountered bad guys, it would be okay to just beat them to death.
Fujiwara Izaya had killed many monsters, but he didn't smell like this.
After all, the mountain god from Nagano Prefecture is a good youkai who keeps his integrity and never commits any crimes.
Observing the surrounding environment carefully, Fujiwara Izaya slowly leaned towards the low table in the middle.
Above the low table, several thin silk threads fell vertically from the ceiling. He pulled the threads with his hands. They were small and tough. As he pulled, an elastic force suddenly returned to his fingertips.
It's spider silk, but it's not an ordinary spider. It's definitely left by monsters.
Following the spider thread, Fujiwara Izaya looked up at the ceiling. There were several nail scratches on the wall directly above the low table.
He looked down at the floor again. There were some fine white putty powder scattered on the floor near the low table.
The murderer quietly poked his head out from the ceiling, wrapped spider silk around the female worker at the low table, pulled her up to the ceiling, sucked her flesh and blood, and then quietly retracted into the hole.
This is the modus operandi used by the Spider Demon Society.
Fujiwara Izaya took the indoor broom and pushed it up to the ceiling, intending to use the sound to check where the passage on the top was.
At this time, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came to my ears. It was not two legs, but eight legs moving together.
Turns out he was hiding outside!
Fujiwara Izaya rushed out the door in an instant and looked towards one end of the corridor. He saw a black figure looking over from the other end. It was a bald spider demon with a human upper body and a spider lower body.
As his figure appeared, the demonic aura in the factory suddenly became thicker, and the dangerous aura rippled in the air, black ripples.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but frown.
His demon power is bright yellow, monsters weaker than him are earthy yellow, and monsters stronger than him are golden yellow.
The black demon power can only mean that this spider demon has killed too many lives, and the demon power has been eroded by the power of resentment, turning from yellow to black.
"Tsk, why is he a man? Unlucky..."
The bald spider spat.
Originally, he heard from his subordinates that there were more female workers in this factory, and he came here for the first time tonight. He planned to take a few young and beautiful people back to complete the tasks assigned by the organization in the future. However, he met a man as soon as he came up. This really annoyed the spider.
.
"Hey, what are you here for?" the bald spider shouted.
Fujiwara Izaya replied: "The one who removes spirits!"
Remove spirits?
The bald spider was surprised and looked at him seriously.
He is seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a student uniform, and has no supernatural fluctuations on his body. He looks like an ordinary high school student.
So he looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard some joke.
"Hahaha……"
"Have you passed the exam for the next priest?"
"...Uh," Fujiwara Izaya scratched his hair sheepishly, "Not yet."
It's no wonder that people laugh at him. As the official priest of Asakusa Shrine, he couldn't even pass the lower-level examination. He felt embarrassed when he told it.
The bald spider laughed even more wildly.
"You are overestimating your abilities. I am a big monster with superior strength. I can kill you with one punch. Young man, are you afraid?"
Hearing this, Fujiwara Izaya frowned.
Didn't we agree on a mid-level spider demon? Why did a high-level spider demon come?
The young monk actually gave false information?
Gift crab!
This is absolutely not possible!
The rules are the rules. If you are in the middle position, you will be charged 1 million yen. If you are in the upper position, you will have to pay more!
Looking at the young man's frown, the bald spider concluded that he already knew the seriousness of the problem, and couldn't help but reveal a playful and sinister smile.
I didn't bother to ask questions such as who the other party was, which shrine he came from, and how powerful the elders in the family were.
As the tenth leader of the organization, Bald Spider possesses a secret treasure that can remove traces of demonic power, which is enough to ensure that if you kill the younger one, the older one won't come looking for revenge.
No matter who this young man is, even if he is Amaterasu's husband, he will die today!
Just when Fujiwara Izaya was about to call the young monk to discuss adding money, the bald spider suddenly activated.
"Call me? It's too late. Just be my food, hahaha..."
The eight legs moved rapidly, and the bald spider rushed over directly.
The corners of his mouth cracked to both sides, and a dense row of sharp teeth leaked out, flashing with a sharp cold light.
What's even more terrifying is that from his cheekbones to his forehead, he has two rows of extra eyes. A total of eight green eyes are staring at Fujiwara Izaya, as if staring at the thing on the chopping board.
Meat.
Amidst the roaring wind, he was unstoppable and rushed forward bravely.