I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

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The crisp sound of gunshots instantly passed to a place on the third floor, echoing deeply in the heart of the girl in the kimono.

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

"The sound of gunshots...it seems to be the sound of a shotgun..."

The only daughter of the Sawamura family, the woman facing the damp and cold wind on the third floor, Sawamura Sayuri started to guess after a moment.

"It's just a little white mouse here, oh, hehehe...It seems that it's the little white mouse that Sayuri you like very much. As expected, you did the same thing that violated love like that guy Spencer. I said Come on, that idiot Spencer... Just choose me earlier, I'm so loyal to love, but that guy actually chose you who intervened in the middle, Sayuri... So he damn, he really damn. , You should understand, right?"

In front of Sayuri Sawamura, the woman who was able to see clearly with the dim light, asked with a grinning smile.

Although she is a little unclear, her appearance is basically the same as that drawn by Shiina Mashiro. It should be said that her appearance is almost sixteen or seventeen years old. She is beautiful, but her smile is unusually ferocious. Her eyes are one big and one small. A look of success.

"...He is indeed a bastard, but you are getting more and more wrong, step..."

Sawamura Sayuri looked at her with complicated eyes and said.

The friend who had been the best and talked nothing but turned into a sad, pitiful, and hateful at this moment. It was no longer her own Nozawa Ayumi. Sayuri Sawamura had understood that she could not look back anymore, and she was finally in Li Yan's reminder, when she was preparing to act, the other party was already crazy enough to start killing her and her daughter...

It was also Li Yan’s reminder that she carried a family heirloom that the Zecun family once handed her. In a place like the third floor, with her best friend and former rival in love, she is now her husband again. The discarded third party makes the final decision.

"Step... You can't wake up anymore. I want to protect my family. In any case, I don't allow you to hurt everyone I like and no longer like..."

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

"Step, stop your curse immediately."

Chapter 131 The Restarted Painter "Girl"

Under the heavy raining sky, it was located in the attic hall of that huge mansion.

A lock of quietly beautiful black hair fluttered slightly, and her pretty and exquisite face was a little bit cold and uneasy. She seemed to have made up her mind. Standing quietly in the cold wind, Sayuri Sawamura pointed her muzzle at the former speechless. The best friend not to say.

They, who were once young girls, have the same longing for unknown love, the same innocence, and have not been tortured by the reality of the world and wiped out hope.

Now, it was too late. She aimed her gun at a friend who had fallen to the point of attacking her family, without the slightest hesitation.

"Please stop here, leave my house, don't hurt my family anymore, Spencer has been tortured enough by you, and he wants to take the lives of unrelated people. Now you finally don’t even plan to even my daughter. Let go of...steps, it's enough, otherwise...I will really shoot and end this grievance with my Zecun family's method."

She stared at the woman six meters away, did not hesitate at all, squeezed her finger on the trigger, and warned again.

The Sawamura family used to be a traditional underworld family with certain influence in Kyoto and the United Kingdom. Although her father's area has already faded out of that period of family history in terms of business that began to turn into a serious business, this gun, It is one of her grandfather's legacy left to her, and the meaning is to protect herself. This time, the only weapon is in her hands, and she will use it to end this emotional grievance.

The figure of the woman in the dark laughed.

"Sure enough, you still don't understand me, Sayuri. I have abandoned everything to avenge that man, and avenge the man who had everything to do with that man. Do you think that my sacrifice will be paid for by giving him a knife now... …"

The woman named Nozawa Ayumi looked confused and confused, looked at Sayuri in confusion, as if she hadn't seen her muzzle at all, and asked in a questioning and angry tone.

"If he doesn't disturb my life anymore... I won't be what I am now, and I won't come to meet you again... Hee hee... As a result, that guy, that guy actually got pregnant when you were pregnant in October. Unable to be lonely, he came back to me again, what, what did he think of me, a brute-like fellow, what life did I live with after being abandoned twice, do you know??!"

That feeling of resentment seemed to have flooded this roofed room, and in the dark house flashing with lightning, she grinned, her beautiful face seemed to fully contain the broken soul, she stared at Sayuri and said: "I began to think he despised me for being over 30... I don’t look like you anymore, so I asked a well-known wizard to help me recover my sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance, but he even regarded me as a monster. When I get up, my peaceful life is completely ruined... so you are right, Sayuri... I came to this place to completely end all this..."

【Dangdangdangdang...】

Immediately, Sayuri Sawamura realized something slightly. In the dark attic living room, a gust of strong wind blew everything in the room, brushing the pages of the book slapped with a gloomy noise, and the wooden door on her left side, But quietly and gradually opened...

"……this is?"

She looked a little surprised, as if she had seen something terrifying, she slowly backed away, and at the same time pointed the muzzle of the pistol at the dark doorway. She was about to move, twisting the weird shadow, and the black hair went straight from In that gaping door, I don’t know when it will fill the entire room...

In a hurry, she realized the imminent danger, and immediately pulled the trigger, but found that she couldn't pull it... After looking closely, she found that the trigger of the pistol had long been entangled with strands of black silk.

"...!"

At this moment, Sawamura Sayuri's body was suddenly tightened by her hair that was secretly entangled. She couldn't even stand on her feet for a moment. She fell heavily to the ground and the pistol fell to the floor.

"Your determination is not enough, Sayuri... Let's go to **** together, the three of us will start again..."

Nozawa stepped in, stepped on the pistol, his eyes seemed to have paid a heavy price for manipulating evil things, two traces of blood and tears were left on his pale face, and his tranced eyes took a look. The two barrels of gasoline on the third floor said: "Just warm the three of us in this way, what do you think?"

With a smirk at the corner of her mouth, she took out the lighter and threw the lighter with the flame onto the oil drum. All of a sudden, the dark and wet room was finally lit by the fire...

Sawamura Sayuri’s cheeks were filled with black hair that fell on the ground, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t get rid of the monster’s hair. It seemed wishful thinking to fight evil spirits with a pistol in a dark place. She looked sadly at the corner of the house where the fire was found, and suddenly remembered the little Ying Lili running in the grass pavilion. It seemed that all her strength had been sucked away, and her consciousness gradually became blurred...

"Yinglili..."

This is the name she thought of at the last moment of her consciousness.

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Inside the British-style mansion, in the darkness, a light reappeared, illuminating the pictures on the table. Almost all the photos were torn to pieces, proving that someone who hated this family had been here.

The torrential rain outside the window kept beating against the windows of the corridor, making noises.

"...Huh...huh..."

The light breathing sounded a bit rapid.

A rough palm covered with sawdust picked up a fragment of a photo. As a result, under the dim light of the mobile phone, he saw two photos of Yinglili with small single ponytails when he was a child. Li Yan looked at it, but didn't say much. , But I have to admit that when she was a child, Ying Lili was so innocent and cute. No one could have expected that such a cute mixed-race would become a GL book painter when she grew up.

Five murderous dolls fell apart in the corridor, and ordinary people could hardly confront the evil spirits head-on. Even Li Yan was hit against the wall severely in the melee, with a blood on the center of his forehead. After a short break, he stood up from a doll, carried his shotgun and started walking towards the third floor.

"The culprit is on the third floor. I didn't expect it to be here directly. Sayuri won't be involved, too?" Li Yan was worried about Sayuri's safety and thought.

The hall was still trapped by an inexplicable force, even if it was a broken window, no one except Li Yan could get out from there. He knew in his heart that the power of the curse had not dissipated, so he could only hold it. Gun go to the third floor to understand the source of everything.

In front of the stairs on the third floor, a heavy door was tightly locked, but a smoky smell faintly filled the cracks of the door. Li Yan immediately realized something, and immediately slammed into the door. Even if Li Yan is strong enough to deal with theft, he can't help this door in the slightest.

The first method didn't work, and Li Yan had to use a more rude way of opening the door.

【lb! 】

As a result, Li Yan shot a gun at the lock of the wooden door that blocked the attic. As a result, Li Yan was almost dumbfounded. The powerful shotgun was as if it had touched a steel-reinforced iron door. Intact.

"Waist... my waist..."

After Li Yan fired this shot, he covered his poor waist in pain, and the recoil of each shot was almost able to shake his injured waist, but his waist was almost broken, and it was blocked. There is nothing to do with the wooden door on the third floor.

While thinking about how to break the door, suddenly, the voice of a girl behind him sighed and asked: "What are you doing, after you tear the cursed doll, are you planning to break the demon with your bare hands?"

Li Yan shook slightly and turned around. When he saw the helper figure appearing behind him, he was silent for a while, but then, his frowning brows finally loosened slightly, and his confidence in the control of the situation was obviously improved. More than a few times.

"Unexpectedly...you came here too." Li Yan said quietly, looking at a figure in the dark.

Suddenly, as if under the impact of an unstoppable strange force, the originally immobile door was immediately broken. There was a loud bang, but a pungent smoke came in front of you. Sure enough, the third floor had suddenly caught fire. Li Yan was already prepared, and after covering a layer of damp cloth, he rushed up with a shotgun.