No one knew what the mysterious monster was in that shell, and the only one who knew it, Haiyinsi Suyou, just held the red notebook tightly in silence. Some hidden desires arose in his heart, but he could not make such a wish.

In order to survive, Haiyinsi Suyou’s determination became stronger again.

Outside the window, the surveillance from ghosts and gods was still real, but the fear in his heart seemed to have diminished a lot because of the existence of faith.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his vision seemed to be clearer than before.

On the other side, in the Tateda residence, the police's fear of "eggs" is still spreading.

Humans seem to have some peculiar emotions towards life. Mammals' worship and destruction of life are deeply imprinted in everyone's genes. Those emotions passed down from the ignorant times make them worship and fear it at the same time.

This is probably why the thought of resurrection from the dead is so terrifying. Most people hope to be resurrected from the dead and desire immortality, but when faced with similar people who have been resurrected from the dead, they often show a fear and rejection that far exceeds that of death.

It is an innate rejection written into our genes.

This tense atmosphere also gave rise to countless barrages, and the audience in another world seemed to be infected by this atmosphere through the screen.

[Fuck, I’m starting to get scared]

[Isn't it true that he's resurrected?]

[Holding up my fat orange cat to block the screen, I’m sorry, cat daddy]

[Resurrection from the dead, I haven't heard of any ghost or god that has this ability, right? Or does it mean that resurrection from the dead is not real?]

[What if the previous one is a naturally awakened ability? Like the one in the detective agency and Akiko Yono before?]

[But it's been dead for so long, it's too buggy to be able to revive]

Fukuzawa Yukichi's sword has been unsheathed, and the thin and sharp blade is suspended steadily in the air, trembling slightly in the cold room temperature.

The silver-haired swordsman had seen supernatural powers that could bring the dead back to life, but the ability to bring a corpse that had already begun to decay back to life still made him wary.

This was supposed to be a sultry late night, and the heavy rain in the weather forecast was about to arrive at noon tomorrow.

But everyone could feel a cold and slippery fear, as horrible and horrible as a poisonous king cobra, slowly moving up their spines, disappearing into the nerve endings, and bringing burning tremors.

The silver-haired swordsman stared at the "person" on the dining table with his sharp eyes, just like a silver wolf, using a scrutinizing and vigilant look to guard against prey and intruders who violated his territory.

"Click", "Click", "Click"

No one knew who started it first, but the first policeman who reacted to the suffocating fear couldn't help but draw his rifle. Then, it was out of control. As if alerted by the sound of loading guns, the others also hurriedly drew their rifles.

This product of human technology, a weapon made of a metal shell and elastic springs, becomes a deadly devil with the blessing of bullets.

Ghosts and gods are not afraid of weapons, and the police who drew their guns seemed to understand this, but drawing their guns seemed to have become an instinct at this moment.

They seem to be able to gain a certain courage from holding this weapon that can take their lives.

From this perspective, the priest seemed to be the most indifferent, but no one knew what kind of panic was hidden beneath that piece of protective paper.

Cold sweat dripped down the priest's face hidden under the protective paper. As the most talented person among his peers, the young priest no longer had the air of confidence.

At a certain moment, his consciousness seemed to be thrown beyond the stars. When he was about to get lost, he slowly came back to reality because of a casual glance from the young Wang.

The priest's heart shuddered, and when he faced the boy, he lowered his head even lower, showing unusual respect.

Only as a person born with clairvoyance could he understand more deeply the power that the little king possessed at this moment. He was extremely grateful that the boy was a real human being.

The things in the "egg" on the table struggled more and more, and the dead police officer Tateda really appeared among the fragments of the "egg" with a long cry.

The man who should have become a corpse seemed to be in disbelief at his resurrection. He looked at his hands in confusion, and felt the power gradually filling up this cold body. The man slowly walked down from the dining table.

The knife made a clanging sound, and the knife in the silver-haired swordsman's hand was held very steadily and tightly by its owner. The battle-hardened silver wolf was ready to chop off the devil's head.

Just when this one-sided battle seemed to be about to break out, a boy with golden hair as bright as the sun walked up to the resurrected Officer Tateda.

"The chocolate is delicious, so I came."

Wang spoke in a very self-willed tone, without any context, just like a child who always gets strange obsessions over trivial matters.

Haiyinsi Suyou said this in a disguised manner, took out the unsealed chocolate from the drawer, broke off a small corner, and slowly put it into his mouth. The slightly bitter taste of the chocolate lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time.

A note fell out from the gap in the wrapping paper, and the man wrote his blessing on it in a strong and vigorous handwriting: I wish you good luck in your studies - Yuichi Tateda.

The little king's words also stunned the man. Officer Tateda seemed to remember something and his eyes suddenly became gentle.

"Well, tell me what you wish for, uncle? As a subject who has sacrificed his life for me, I can generously fulfill one of your wishes."

The bitter taste seems to spread all the way down the throat to the heart, but the character setting and the play have to continue with the tour back to Haiyin Temple.

And Wang's words seemed to make everyone present nervous.

Just now, the magician seemed to have easily resurrected the dead Officer Tateda. After witnessing such power, everyone began to think that the little boy named Mitchell was more dangerous.

Now, the resurrected Officer Tate is not sure whether he is a friend or an enemy, and he cannot even confirm whether the person born from the "egg" is the original Officer Tate, or whether he is a human being. However, the boy says he wants to help this "Officer Tate" realize his wish.

No one could have predicted what would happen, and no one could be held responsible for the consequences.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to launch an attack, but the atmosphere between the boy and the police officer suddenly made him feel a little reluctant to do so. It was a completely peaceful and friendly atmosphere, a remembrance and condolences for the dead and blessings for the living.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, all the police held their breath and watched the two people at the table in a serious manner, but they only heard the words of blessing and emotion from the resurrected person:

"I hope you can be happy."

Although he was looking at the blond boy, Officer Tateda's eyes seemed to be looking elsewhere through the little king, and Kaiinji Suyou also seemed to feel the friendly gaze through Michel Ende's vision.

The whole villa fell into silence again, but this time the silence was not based on fear, but surprise.

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly felt fortunate that he did not take action just now, but the scene before him still gave him some feelings.

In this state, Officer Tateda has undoubtedly been turned into a demon by the magician, but Officer Tateda unexpectedly still retains his humanity, even though the man who came back from the dead is turning into a demon at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Can I hug you, kid? Although that should be considered as a second wish."

The emaciated walking corpse smiled. The price of resurrection seemed to be his rapidly fading vitality and liveliness. However, that ferocious face was the most gentle gift in the world to Haiyin Temple Suyou.

"Since you have said so, the king will reluctantly fulfill your small request."

The proud little king seemed a little overwhelmed by such a request, just like a little hedgehog that was turned over unexpectedly, revealing its soft belly, but was defeated by the tenderness of the culprit.

Under the gaze of the police officers, the little blond boy awkwardly threw himself into the cold embrace of the man who was gradually becoming a deformed child, as if he was oblivious to those deformities.

The priest stopped Fukuzawa Yukichi's move and used his eyes to make the silver-haired swordsman, who was originally undecided about whether to kill Officer Tateda, stop his action.

Perhaps it is wrong to destroy a scene like this, even if it is a disregard for professional ethics, Silver Wolf thought calmly.

The boy's appearance suddenly reminded him of another young man who also stood out among his peers and even everyone else, which made him remain silent.

At the moment of the hug, the man named Yuichi Tateda took off the pendant around his neck. He seemed to understand that his resurrection was because of this.

The resurrected man ignored the collapse and decomposition of his body, and used his last bit of strength to hang the pendant back on the boy's neck, then hugged the child tightly.

The man whispered something in the ear of the blond little king before he disappeared. He had already learned from Michelle that Haiyin Temple would get to the bottom of this matter, and this was the only thing he could do.

The barrage had been silent for a long time and only became active again now.

[I didn’t expect that I could cry while watching a horror live broadcast…]

[Who is crying so hard and can’t find a tissue? It’s me!]

[It doesn’t matter if you make one more wish, it’s so tearful, wuwuwu]

[Human nature is indestructible, and even ghosts and gods can be gentle]

[I really want to know what the story is between the little magician and the policeman]

After taking off the necklace, Officer Tateda also lost the power to revive and turned into black dust at an extremely fast speed, disappearing into the air.

After the black dust completely dissipated, the body belonging to Yuichi Tateda was exposed again, lying quietly on the smooth dining table. However, his expression was no longer as panicked as before, but calm and contented.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal, which made the police doubt their own eyes. However, the change in the corpse's expression forced them to believe that some supernatural phenomenon had indeed occurred.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy remained standing after the man disappeared, as if he was in a state of loss facing the man's body.

Something slipped away from Haiyin Temple's heart and could never be captured again.

"you……"

Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to say something. He had seen the genius look distraught in another equally proud child before.

But before he could comfort her, the boy suddenly turned around, and when he put on the necklace made of two snakes, one black and one white, again, the little blond king seemed to have regained his dignified and proud look like a famous breed cat.

"It's so annoying."

The boy with blond hair and blue eyes turned around, like some rare cat, with slightly red eyes, and spoke in a very light tone, but because the scene was too quiet, Fukuzawa Yukichi and the priest who were nearby also heard his words.

The object of Mitchell Ender's complaint was actually something mentioned in Officer Tateda's last words to him, but Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to have misunderstood something.

Although the silver-haired man's expression remained calm as before and even looked a little stern, the look in his eyes when he looked at him had a hint of complexity and understanding.

[Textbook-level arrogance]

[This arrogant and spoiled cat is so sad, but he still says he hates her. It makes me cry. Sob. Sob.]

[I’m really curious about the relationship between the deceased and this child. Damn, I can’t guess it at all]

After saying this, the boy seemed to have no desire to communicate with the police officers and left without further ado.

"Are you leaving now?"

The priest said this before the little king jumped onto the windowsill. He seemed a little confused. It seemed that the boy had forced his way in here just to fulfill this so-called wish.

"What else?" The boy who called himself Lord Mitchell had already sat on the edge of the windowsill. The template nailed to the window was a negligible obstacle to his ability.

The evening breeze lifted his coat high in a soft arc. In the night, the boy's impatient expression seemed to soften a little, making him look even more willful and adorable.

"Unless you have a desire for fun, the king has no time to play with you," the boy jumped down from the window sill, "It's still a long way to go for me to receive the Lord's praise."

The false gods mentioned by Michel Ende in Haiyin Temple seemed to cause a huge uproar in the barrage.

[Surprise! This sounds like... a new god has emerged in Yokohama?]

[An alien god? That one looks like a foreigner]

[Didn’t we just announce a wild god…]

[I’m still curious about how far this wish can go. The one just now didn’t seem to have any cost at all.]

Fukuzawa Yukichi almost rushed out after the boy, but when he landed on the grass on the first floor, he did not find any trace of the little king at all. It was as if the little king had disappeared out of thin air, and the Silver Wolf had to return empty-handed.

At this moment, Haiyinsi Suyou, lying on the bed, couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The words that Officer Tateda said in Michel Ender's ear were still echoing in his mind.

That was a clue and also a life-saving straw.