Chapter 19 Chapter 19 I’m here, don’t be afraid. …

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The police followed far behind.

Fujiwara Kiyoshi threw Mo Shiyu to his subordinates, took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and growled at a very fast speed.

"There's been a change of plan. Send a helicopter over immediately. Get to the top floor of the hotel. Now!"

There was a response from the other end, he hung up the phone, got into the elevator, and when he turned around, one of his subordinates asked him.

"Boss, is everything okay?"

Fujiwara Kiyoshi first glanced at Mo Shiyu, with a sneer on his face.

"Everything has been arranged in advance. What could go wrong with just a small accident?"

The subordinates behind him laughed a few times and their faces relaxed.

Some of them even took the opportunity to touch the hostages' hands in a frivolous and flirtatious manner while walking towards the elevator.

They didn't notice anything wrong with Mo Shiyu and just regarded him as an unlucky and handsome hostage.

Mo Shiyu had no intention of running away, he kept his eyes downcast and said nothing. He only dodged to the side nonchalantly when the dirty hands came closer.

Fujiwara Kiyoshi put down his phone, walked over to Mo Shiyu, pinched the young man's chin with one hand, and whispered coldly in his ear, "Why are you hiding? Little bitch, I'll be your man from now on."

The voice approaching my ear was filled with malice.

Mo Shiyu didn't react at all, and turned his head indifferently. His expression was cold and indifferent, as if the person standing in front of him was air.

Fujiwara Kiyoshi sneered. After removing the disguise of a dandy young man, his eyes were filled with the coldness and cruelty that had been soaked in killing for a long time. Just one glance at him could make people feel cold in their hearts.

"Cherish the time you have now. I look forward to you crying and begging me to let you go." He whispered, "Do you know what I want to do to you?"

With a sneer that made people's scalps tingle, he leaned close to Mo Shiyu's ear and spoke word by word.

"Aside from your beautiful face, every inch of your skin, organs, and torso will be carefully and meticulously transformed by me to suit Cheng Huan."

"I have a virgin complex, but my subordinates don't. You'll spend the rest of your life regretting why you didn't act decisively today. Go die."

As he said this, his rough fingers moved down along the jaw and shoulders, finally lingering on the narrow waistline.

Mo Shiyu suddenly raised his hand and waved away Fujiwara Jie's hand. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were cold as if they were tempered with a sharp cold light.

He said word by word, "Don't touch me."

"It's not up to you to decide." Fujiwara Kiyoshi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, laughed softly in his throat, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

The elevator door opened.

The situation was urgent and the hotel had not had time to be completely evacuated. There were even customers walking in the corridor on this floor. They saw several tall and strong men in black clothes coming out of the elevator with guns in their hands. They were all scared and stuck to the wall with pale faces.

The police had already reached this floor through the stairs. When they saw the hostages, they were all afraid to move and could only choose to evacuate the customers first.

"I said, police, get out of this building!"

Fujiwara Kiyoshi fired a shot straight into the air. The booming sound of the gunshot caused the customers to scream, "There are so many ordinary people here, I don't mind taking a few more!"

Mo Shiyu saw a child lying on the ground and crying. He looked away, pursed his lips, and shook his head at the police in the distance.

The police officers' faces were gloomy as they watched Fujiwara Kiyoshi open the door to the rooftop.

The sound of rain suddenly became clear.

It was raining heavily outside. As soon as they walked out, they were drenched. Mo Shiyu raised his head and saw a helicopter slowly landing under the rain in the dark night, making the clothes of the people on the rooftop whistling.

"Hahaha! So what if they arrive before me?" Fujiwara Kiyoshi laughed heartily as he looked at the helicopter. "Once I leave Japan, what can these cops do to me?"

——

From another building, a police inspector was looking at the rooftop through binoculars.

"Captain, the snipers are in place," someone stepped forward, a worried look in his eyes. "But... there are too many of them. If we open fire rashly, the hostages will be in danger."

The inspector closed his eyes and said, "No, you can't shoot for now."

The police officer nodded with a heavy face.

Although they said so, they knew very well that if they allowed this group of ruthless desperadoes to take the hostages on the plane, the hostages would only be in greater danger.

To rescue the hostages, we must do it before they get on the plane.

What should we do now that the police can’t get close and snipers find it difficult to shoot?

However, the next second, he saw the police captain holding the binoculars suddenly open his eyes wide, stand up in a panic, and blurt out "Fuck!"

The police officer staggered with fright, and when he turned around in confusion, he saw the calm police captain cursing loudly.

"Those two troublemakers—!"

ah? ?

The camera turns.

With a loud bang, Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda kicked open the door of a hotel room and pushed open the window, and the strong wind and rain outside blew on their faces.

"That's it." said Hagiwara Kenji.

Jinpei Matsuda responded, casually extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He leaned forward and measured the vertical distance between the room and the rooftop with his body, then sneered lazily on his handsome face.

The next second, without any hesitation, he straddled the window frame with his long legs, used his hands to gain leverage on the top, flipped in the air, and his entire body flipped out of the window!

Like a professional parkour athlete, he used the windowsill and air conditioner on the hotel's exterior wall to gain leverage, and grabbed the edge of the rooftop with both hands. His whole body was bent like a tight bowstring, and he stopped effortlessly at a height of dozens of meters!

These few seconds make people feel terrified, but at the same time, their hearts are overwhelmed with emotion.

If this were to take place in an aerial parkour competition, I'm afraid all the audience would cheer and applaud for this most exquisite aerial climbing skill!

Kenji Hagiwara followed closely behind. He chose a spot and climbed silently to the edge of the roof like some large cat, half-crouched on the ground, and turned back to pull Jinpei Matsuda up.

"The rain is so heavy, it's so slippery, I can't even hold on..." Matsuda Jinpei complained unconvinced when he was pulled up.

"This is when wearing gloves comes in handy." Kenji Hagiwara rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender arms, and raised the leather gloves on his hands with a wicked smile.

After they exchanged a few words, they fell silent tacitly. From a blind spot, they silently climbed onto the rooftop, drew their pistols, hid in the sound of the rain, and slowly approached the group of people.

Amid the sound of heavy rain, Mo Shiyu's ears caught something, his eyes moved slightly, he tilted his head imperceptibly, and then turned back as if nothing had happened.

No one in the Fujiwara family noticed that the police were approaching, so their anti-detection capabilities were really worrying.

Mo Shiyu naturally had no intention of reminding them.

The helicopter slowly landed and Fujiwara Kiyoshi was the first to get on.

It was at this time that the accident happened.

As soon as he sat in the plane, the chair beneath him sank deeply, tightly holding his body as if it had life. At the same time, the back of the chair opened its huge mouth, revealing rows of sharp and ferocious fangs, and in the blink of an eye, it bit off one of his arms!

The spurting blood splattered onto the cabin.

Everyone stared at the scene in amazement, including the police who were watching in another building.

Before Fujiwara Kiyoshi could even be surprised, he hugged his shoulders and screamed hysterically.

The pilot in the cockpit turned his head, his right eye was bright red like a bleeding lotus, with the word "six" engraved in his eye. He spoke, and his voice became distorted and turned into a clear child's voice.

"Hi, long time no see." He smiled politely, "You're worse than an animal."

The entire rooftop was eerily quiet, with only the Boss's incoherent screams as everyone was stunned by the sudden change.

Two young police officers not far away looked at each other, quickly stopped their actions, and hid behind a power supply machine.

To be honest, this scene was completely beyond their worldview. The two police officers who were about to rescue the man had never expected that one day they would actually see a chair eating a person. It really is true that when you live long enough, you can see everything.

I wonder if I can take a picture and show it to Hiro and Zero.

Fujiwara Kiyoshi's eyes widened in fear and pain, his face distorted with extreme shock, like a clown in a farce, he spoke incoherently, "Little brat... it's you! You, how did you get here...?!"

In the helicopter, the experimental subject possessed by the pilot chuckled leisurely and happily.

"Because the public security sent a doctor... Thanks to them, I was able to find the strength to come out and find you." He said softly, "Fujiwara Kiyoshi, you don't really think I'd trade one for one with the police, do you? This would do me any good?"

Mo Shiyu thought silently, he clearly had murderous intentions towards the police officer before, what a stubborn little liar.

Fujiwara Kiyoshi's subordinates finally reacted and shouted, "It's an illusion! It's an illusion!"

They raised their pistols in panic and were about to shoot at the pilot, but the next moment they saw a head slowly appearing from the back of the helicopter.

A white doll was lying silently on the helicopter, staring at them.

"There's another one..." someone murmured desperately.

The pilot smiled.

The next second, the illusion came quietly.

——

Mo Shiyu raised his head and met the white doll's eyes.

Vest.

ontology.

They nodded to each other in their hearts.

Mo Shiyu now feels very strange, as if he has evolved the compound eyes of an insect. The scenes in front of him overlap and staggered, and his brain has too much information to process, so much so that he even feels a little physiologically nauseous, but he still finds it very novel.

He thought about it and tried to shake his head along with the vest.

The next second, his entire vision was overwhelmed, and someone suddenly covered his mouth, vomiting—

Almost vomited my breakfast.

In fact, after persistent practice, Mo Shiyu has recently been able to open two accounts stably.

I still feel very uncomfortable when I am in the same space with the vest. The specific manifestation is that I vomit when I move.

Mo Shiyu didn't dare to move anymore and shrank silently behind him, acting as an invisible man.

The white-haired doll's reaction was better than Mo Shiyu's. It lay on the propeller of the helicopter, stretched out its two hands, and covered its eyes with its pointed hands.

One side blocked his vision, and Mo Shiyu felt a little better.

The next few minutes were a complete massacre on one side.

The ability of hallucination is extremely buggy. No matter how outrageous the hallucination is, whether it's fire, sulfuric acid, or electric shock... as long as you believe the attack is real, then wounds will actually appear on your body.

The more pain you feel, the more you will believe it, and the more you believe it, the faster you will die.

Simply put, these people were killed by their own imagination.

Mo Shiyu looked at the blood on the ground and the struggling people, shrinking into the corner, trembling in confusion, and dutifully playing the role of a frightened hostage.

Hagiwara Kenji seized the opportunity, sprinted to the hostage's side, and grabbed his arm, "Tokiyu."

The young man turned around, his face showing an abnormal trance, his wet gray hair stuck to his face, his face was soaked with cold sweat, he was breathing rapidly, and when he saw him, he grabbed him tightly as if he were grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Officer..." He spoke incoherently, "I'm so scared... Take me away..."

Hagiwara Kenji's warm hand held him, the strength light but firm, "It's okay, it's okay."

There was always a touch of intimacy in his voice that was not offensive, like an older brother coming to pick someone up, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

[Hagihara Kenji’s favorability score: 55 (+20)]