I Am a Light Novel Master in Japan Chapter 205

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The crisp sound of gunshots was transmitted to a place on the third floor in an instant, deeply echoing in the heart of the girl in kimono.

Her eyes trembled slightly, she opened her mouth slightly, clenched her hands subconsciously, and came back to her senses.

"The sound of a gunshot...it sounded like a shotgun..."

The only daughter of the Sawamura family, who was facing the wet and cold wind on the third floor, Sayuri Sawamura was slightly stunned and began to guess.

"It's just a little white mouse that came, oh, hehehe... It seems to be the little white mouse that you like very much, Sayuri. Sure enough, you did the same thing that went against love like that guy Spencer. I said Come on, that idiot Spencer... he would have chosen me earlier. I am obviously so loyal to love, but that guy actually chose you who intervened midway, Sayuri... so he deserves to die, he really deserves to deserve it , you should understand, right?"

In front of Sayuri Sawamura, a woman who could only see clearly with the dim light asked with a sinister smile.

Although it is somewhat unclear, her appearance is basically consistent with the one drawn by Mashiro Shiina. It should be said that she looks almost sixteen or seventeen years old. She has a beautiful appearance, but her smile is unusually ferocious. Her eyes are one big and one small. He looked like he was succeeding.

"...He is indeed a bastard, but you have gone even further wrong, Bu..."

Sayuri Sawamura looked at her with complicated eyes and said.

The once best friend who talked about everything has now become a pathetic, pitiful, hateful, and completely no longer her own Nozawa Ayumu. Sawamura Sayuri has understood that she can no longer look back, and even finally in Li Under Yan's reminder, when she was about to take action, the other party was so crazy that he really wanted to kill her and her daughter...

It was because of Li Yan's reminder that she brought a family heirloom that the Sawamura family had given her. In a place like the third floor, she met her best friend, her former love rival, and now her husband again. The abandoned third party makes the final decision.

"Bu...you can't wake up anymore. I want to protect my family. No matter what, I won't allow you to hurt everyone I like or no longer like..."

In front of the broken window of the attic, the cold wind and water mist kept blowing on this deserted woman with fluttering clothes. As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a black pistol from her belt. This was the Sawamura family. The last self-defense heirloom left over from the past, he raised his right hand holding the gun and pointed it at his former friend. The corners of his delicate mouth moved and his eyes sharpened as he said.

"Bu, stop your curse immediately."

Chapter 131 The painter "Girl" who started over

Under the sky of heavy rain, we were located in the attic hall of a huge mansion.

A lock of quiet black hair was flying slightly, and her pretty and exquisite face was a bit cold and uneasy. She seemed to have made up her mind. Standing quietly in the cold wind, Sawamura Sayuri pointed her gun at the old man. The unspoken friend.

They were once young girls, still yearning for unknown love, equally innocent, and not tormented by the reality of the world and eradicated of hope.

Now, it's too late. She points her gun at the friends who have fallen so low that they want to attack her family members, without seeming to hesitate at all.

"Please stop here, leave my home, and don't hurt my family anymore. Spencer has been tortured enough by you, and you want to take the lives of unrelated people. Now you don't even want to take my daughter." It's enough to let go...step, otherwise...I will really shoot and use my Sawamura family's method to end this grudge."

Her eyes were fixed on the woman six meters away, and without any further hesitation, she put her finger on the trigger and warned again.

The Sawamura family was once a traditional underworld family with certain influence in Kyoto and the UK. Although her father's area has turned to serious business and has faded out of that period of family history, this gun has It is one of the legacies left to her by her grandfather, and its meaning is to protect herself well. This time, the only weapon is in her hands, and she will use it to settle this emotional grudge.

The female figure in the darkness laughed.

"Sure enough, you still don't understand me, Sayuri. I have given up everything to take revenge on that man, and on the person who has everything to do with that man. Do you think my sacrifice is just in exchange for giving him a knife and it will end... …”

The woman named Nozawa Ayumu's eyes were confused and confused. She looked at Sayuri doubtfully, seemingly not seeing the muzzle of her gun at all, and asked with a questioning and angry tone.

"If he hadn't disturbed my life again... I wouldn't be like this, and I wouldn't come to see you again... Hehehe... But that guy, that guy actually happened to be in your pregnancy in ten months Unable to bear the loneliness, he came back to me again, what, what did he think of me, a beast-like guy, do you know what kind of life I lived after being abandoned twice??!"

That sense of resentment seemed to have filled the room on the roof. Lightning flashed in the dark house. She smiled ferociously. Her beautiful face seemed to completely contain her broken soul. She stared at Sayuri and said: "I began to think that he disliked me for being over thirty... I lost my appearance. I am not like you, so I asked a well-known wizard to help me regain my sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance. In the end, he even regarded me as a monster. Got up, my peaceful life has been completely ruined... So you are right, Sayuri... I came to this place to end it all..."

[Bang, dang, dang, dang...]

Immediately, Sayuri Sawamura slightly noticed something. In the dark attic living room, strong winds blew everything in the room, and the pages of the book flicked and slapped, making an eerie sound. The wooden door on her left side, But it slowly and quietly opened...

"……This is?"

There was a bit of surprise on her face, as if she had seen something terrifying, and she backed away slowly. At the same time, she pointed the muzzle of the pistol at the dark door and was about to move. The twisted and weird shadow, the black hair, came directly from The gap in the door has long spread into the entire room.

In a hurry, she realized the imminent danger and immediately pulled the trigger, but found that it could not be pulled... When she looked carefully, she discovered that the trigger of the pistol had already been wrapped with strands of black thread.

"...!"

At this moment, Sawamura Sayuri's body was suddenly tightened by the hair that had been secretly entangled at some point. For a moment, she could not even stand on her feet. She fell heavily to the ground, and the pistol also fell to the floor.

"Your determination is not enough, Sayuri... let's go to hell together, the three of us will start over..."

Nozawa Ayumu walked in, stepped on the pistol, and his eyes seemed to have paid a heavy price for controlling evil objects. There were two traces of blood and tears on his pale face, and he took a look with his trance-like eyes. The two barrels of gasoline on the third floor said, "Let's warm the three of us in this way, what do you think?"

With a sinister smile on her lips, she took out a lighter and threw the flaming lighter onto the oil drum. Suddenly, the cold, cold and dark room was finally lit by fire...

The cheeks of Sayuri Sawamura who fell to the ground were covered with wet black hair. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not get rid of the monster's hair. In a place that was too dark, it seemed like wishful thinking to fight against the evil spirits with just a pistol. She looked sadly at the corner of the house where the fire was, and suddenly thought of the little Yinglili running in the thatched bunk. It seemed as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away, and her consciousness gradually became blurred...

"Yinglili..."

This was the name that came to her mind at the last moment of her consciousness.

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In the darkness of the British-style mansion, a light lit up again, illuminating the photo on the table. The photos were almost torn to pieces, proving that someone who hated the family had been here.

The heavy rain outside the window kept beating on the windows of the corridor, making a thumping sound.

"...Huh...Huh..."

The gentle breathing sounded a little rapid.

A rough palm covered with sawdust picked up the fragments of a photo. Under the dim light of the mobile phone, he saw a photo of Yinglili who had two small single ponytails when he was a child. Li Yan looked at it and said nothing. , but I have to admit that Yinglili was so innocent and cute when she was a child. No one could have expected that such a cute mixed-race child would grow up to become a book artist who draws GL.

Five murderous dolls were torn apart in the corridor and scattered everywhere. It was almost impossible for ordinary people to confront the evil spirits. Even Li Yan was hit hard against the wall in the melee, and a blood streak flowed from the center of his forehead. After resting for a moment, he stood up from a doll, picked up his shotgun and started walking towards the third floor.

"The culprit must be on the third floor. I didn't expect him to come here directly. Wouldn't Sayuri be involved too?" Li Yan thought, worried about Sayuri's safety.

The museum is still trapped by an inexplicable force. Even with the broken windows, no one can get out from there except Li Yan. He knows in his heart that the power of the curse has not dissipated, so he can only carry it. Go to the third floor to understand the root cause of everything.

There was a heavy door in front of the stairs on the third floor that was locked tightly, but there was a faint smell of smoke in the cracks in the door. Li Yan suddenly realized something and immediately slammed the door hard, but the door was blocked. Even if Li Yan is very strong, he can't do anything to prevent theft from this door.

The first method didn't work, so Li Yan had to resort to a rougher method of opening the door.

【pound! 】

As a result, Li Yan pointed his gun at the lock of the wooden door that blocked the attic. As a result, Li Yan was almost dumbfounded. The powerful shotgun felt like it had hit the door made of steel and iron. One shot could actually In mint condition.

"Waist...my waist..."

After Li Yan fired this shot, he covered his poor waist in pain. The recoil of each shot could almost break his injured waist, but his waist was almost broken, and he was against the blockade. There is nothing we can do about the wooden door on the third floor.

Just when I was thinking about how to break the door, suddenly, a girl's voice behind me asked with a sigh: "What are you doing? After tearing the cursed doll with your hands, are you still planning to break the evil spell with your bare hands?"

Li Yan was slightly shocked and turned around immediately. When he saw the helper appearing behind him, he was silent for a while, but then, his frown finally relaxed a little, and his confidence in his ability to control the situation was obviously improved. Several times more.

"I didn't expect...you came here too." Li Yan looked at a figure in the darkness and said quietly.

Suddenly, as if there was an unstoppable force impacting, the door that had been motionless was immediately broken. There was a loud bang, and what came to face was a burst of pungent smoke. Sure enough, the third floor had suddenly caught fire. Li Yan was already prepared. After covering himself with a layer of wet clothes, he rushed forward with a shotgun.