Conjurer?I, the Warhammer Psyker

Chapter 61 The First Victim

"Tsk, people's hearts are really old."

Walking on the street, Takashi Nakamura, wearing a hood, looked at the forum on his mobile phone. Several popular sections were basically talking about the fact that he was not jailed because of mental illness.

There was a sarcastic smile on his face

"You are still discussing, I have already come out, you are laughing so hard."

Because Takashi Nakamura was released secretly, no one knew about it, otherwise those damn media would have swarmed him like flies that smelled the stench.

"But isn't it a bit cold, and why are there fewer and fewer people?"

Nakamura Takashi shivered, feeling that the surrounding light was getting darker and darker.

It was midsummer, but there were no cicadas chirping at night, the temperature was quite low, and it was unknown when there were no pedestrians around him.

"Made, bad luck."

In an extremely bad mood, Nakamura Takashi cursed and kicked the discarded cans on the side of the road straight into the alley.

"But it's only been a few days since I've been here, and it's already so messed up here?"

He came here to look for flowers and flowers, not to look at the empty streets and think about life.

What Nakamura Takashi didn't know was that not long after he entered, he received an anonymous report that all the shops that this guy frequented had been swept away by the Neon Police, and all the unscrupulous shops had been sealed.

As for the abnormal ambient temperature and the coldness that always surrounded his body, he automatically ignored it.

"Is there anything dirty around you?"

If Nakamura Takashi had such feudal and superstitious thoughts, he would not kill people, let alone use torture and killing techniques that can be called a change.

"If you go a little further, you can close the net."

In the area in front of Nakamura Takashi, the video surveillance Isayama Nomei had already let the tearing insects bite the lines first, cutting them all off.

Be careful, Isayama Nomei doesn't want to send himself in.

What appeared in Isayama Nomei's mind was the live broadcast of Nakamura Takashi's operation, which was also the result of the tearing bug nearby.

The Tearer is the lowest-end Zerg of the Tyranids. Isayama Norimei's Lifeshaper Queen is still in the "infancy stage" and can only produce this type of unit at present.

This life-shaping insect queen of Isayama Norimei has the same function as [Hive Mind] and has become a new terminal.

The Ripper Worm can share its sight with the Life-Shaping Worm Queen, and then the Life-Shaping Worm Queen packages all the received messages with psychic energy and transmits them to Isayama Norimei. This is how the live broadcast picture he sees in his mind is formed. .

The Ripper Worm is equivalent to a scout, greatly improving Isayama Norimei's investigative capabilities.

"Ok?"

The physical fitness enhanced by the strength value of up to 50 points allowed Isayama Norimei to jump flexibly and freely in the building. Finally, he stopped on the roof less than [-] meters away from Nakamura Takashi.

Isayama Kenmei sensed a curse spirit and forcibly tore apart the double barrier he had set up. The idlers dispersed and the demon retreated. (The former is to make ordinary people voluntarily ignore and avoid going to the neighborhood here, and the latter is to kill some low-level curse spirits that accidentally break into this place.)
Everything was ready, but there was a slight surprise, which was this curse spirit that forced its way into his barrier.

Isayama Nomei asked the tearing insect closest to him to transmit the picture.

The latest picture transmitted soon made Isayama Norimei slightly stunned.

What did he see?
A humanoid cursed spirit wearing an idol costume, holding a three-meter-long steel bar, moved quickly under the moonlight.

This picture is simply inconsistent. Don’t be too strong.
The purpose of the curse spirit that suddenly appeared was very clear. It seemed to be consistent with Isayama Nomei, and it was aimed directly at Nakamura Takashi beneath him.

"Boom"

Nakamura Takashi casually threw the trash can aside. He took out a can of drink from the smoking vending machine that had a big hole in it just now, opened the bottle cap and drank.

"Sure enough, something that costs nothing tastes good."

But at this moment, several street lights not far away from him that were working normally began to flicker, disappear and go out, as if they suddenly malfunctioned. "Fuck! What the hell is the weather like?"

"Why is it getting colder and colder?"

Feeling that the weather was getting colder and colder, Nakamura Takashi wrapped himself up in clothes.

But by chance, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly noticed someone not far away.

"After being gone for so long without anyone, I thought I was possessed."

Nakamura Takashi's tense spirit instantly relaxed a lot and he was no longer so nervous.

When he saw the "person" clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yo, she's still a girl."

The upper body was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen, but the scene Takashi Nakamura saw was absolutely undeniable.

Under the mini skirt covered with lace patterns, those two slender white thighs are really eye-catching.

The right leg is wearing black mesh-shaped hollow stockings. The fair skin in the black mesh is even more white. Correspondingly, the left leg has no decoration, only a white plain leg.

Mud, it’s really Saigao.

Nakamura Takashi recalled his first murder experience, when he accidentally saw a performance by an idol group. The little girl on the stage seemed to be shining and so charming.

Only then did I have bad thoughts and wanted to have it.

But when he found his residence, he never discovered that this popular innocent idol already had two children.

Watching the two children calling her mother and hiding behind her in fear.

This made Takashi Nakamura so sick that he even felt angry that he had been deceived!

Sure enough, any innocent persona shown on TV is fake. Privately, I still don’t know which neon chaebol or the wife of a political dignitary.

The furious Nakamura Takashi's eyes were blood red. By the time he reacted, there were three more corpses on the ground and a messy accident scene.

Nakamura Takashi had no experience in killing people for the first time. He threw the body at the construction site and faked the scene of death by falling steel bars. However, it was caught on surveillance and he was arrested.

Then Nakamura Takashi became obsessed with this feeling and started killing for the second time.

Now the third urge to kill was burning in his chest.

Nakamura Takashi likes to criticize this kind of little girl the most. It goes without saying what the reason is for standing on the street dressed like this at night.

"Hahahahaha, luck is here."

Nakamura Takashi blew a loud whistle, and the heat burning from his heart to the other head directly drove away all his unhappiness.

He made a "hehehehe" sound in his mouth, walked over quickly, and took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket with ease, which was used as a deposit and to show his strength.

But unexpectedly, the tried-and-tested routine failed this time.

"The last thing I need is money, please serve me..."

Nakamura Takashi was stuck before he finished speaking. A chill spread along his spine, along with a sense of absurdity.

"Impossible, I know"

Because he saw a pair of particularly familiar eyes, and he was very sure that they were the first victims who died in his hands, so the memory was particularly profound.

The pupils that were as bright as stars that only she had were now so red that they could bleed, filled with cruelty that made people want to drink their blood and eat their flesh.

(End of this chapter)