In an enclosed basement.

Wet, dark.

This is by no means a good place to live.

But five believers in black robes are gathering here.

This is already their last stronghold in Shinjuku District.

Over the past period of time, the cultists have had a hard time.

Such a big thing actually attracted the attention of society and all kinds of senior officials.

Put huge public pressure on the police.

After all, Japanese police are not waste and have various modern technological means to search.

In fact, there have been many sporadic cultists who have been arrested by the police.

It’s just that those peripheral personnel who were just irrelevant, and many of them even joined the church by brainwashing them.

Not much value.

But even so, it still has a great impact on their actions.

I didn't dare to appear under the camera on the street.

You need to be careful when buying something.

This life is like a mouse living in a sewer and a cockroach in the corner.

As for missionary activities, they have long been stagnant.

If it weren't for that twisted belief, they might have given up long ago.

"How long will I have to last for such a ghost life!"

Among the only five remaining core members in Shinjuku District, a slightly manic voice sounded.

"I'm almost unable to stand it!"

"I... so too! Are we just watching others get arrested?"

Another person's voice was a little deeper, but he also showed an impatient mood.

"The results of our past three years are almost ruined!"

"At least, we have to return the color."

"For example... catch a few police officers and offer gifts to Him."

In the words, there is indescribable blood and madness.

It is conceivable that those who can become core believers have different brains, and it is normal to have such behavior.

"Don't worry..."

The old face was hidden under the black robe.

The tone was calm, compared to the previous two, she was quite kind, as if she was an old man with a good temper.

"Aren't we here today for this?"

When the old man heard the words, the two believers who looked like manic patients closed their mouths tacitly.

It can be seen that the old man’s prestige among them.

It is also because they have witnessed the old man bit by bit, cutting a sacrifice into a skeleton.

Those who have seen this kind of picture will never be forgotten in their lifetime.

"And, the offerings are ready."

The old man said with a smile, but it was filled with a faint chill.

Looking to a corner of the basement.

There, an iron cage was placed.

Dressed in black cloth, it covers the things in the iron cage.

"What's this?"

The believer who spoke at first remembered the old man’s past resume again, and his face turned pale and he had bad associations.

"Don't worry, it's just a qualified offering."

The old man continued.

The black cloth was lifted.

In the iron cage, there is a girl without any trace.

But no one will have any idea of ​​color when seeing her.

Just because, on her body, there were black iron needles.

It's dense.

Almost every inch of her skin was covered with.

Including the top of her head, cheeks, fingers... it can be said that there is no place on her body that is intact!

Blood flowed out of those wounds and condensed on the girl's body surface.

Also spread throughout the body.

The strangest thing is that even a girl with this appearance is still alive!

The slight ups and downs of the chest proved that she still had breathing.

What an unimaginable thing this is.

She was alive and endured the pain of every iron needle piercing into her body.

The girl's face was numb and her eyes had long been blinded by iron needles.

Only silent blood and tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes.

"Gu!"

The other believers couldn't help swallowing hard to relieve the dryness of their throats.

At the same time, calm your mood.

Even if they can be considered cruel, they seem a little naive compared to this old man.

"Look, is she a qualified offering?"

His smile became colder to people.

madman!

Old madman!

Even as a peer relationship, they couldn't help but make such comments.

"Okay, the ceremony will begin soon!"

"Hmm? Just open..."

One of the believers asked questions in some confusion.

But as soon as I spoke, I suddenly felt like my body was paralyzed and my consciousness gradually became tranced.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked around.

The remaining three people all responded the same way.

I looked at the old man in disbelief... It turned out that you didn't even let us go!

Finally, someone fell softly to the ground.

"I said it all, don't worry..."

The old man still had that strange smile on his face.

"You guys are all good materials too!"

Wait until everything is ready.

The old man knelt on the ground and began to chant language that seemed to not belong to this world.

If Aono was present, you could judge that this spell was not the same as what was heard in the ritual at that time.

"As long as you offer a gift, He will make me live longer!"

The old man is already very old.

The kind that is so old that he will die at any time.

The longer a person lives, the more afraid of death.

So, in order to live longer - even if it's only one day - he is willing to do anything!
To be continued...