Who stipulated that hot weapons are not allowed to kill spirits?

Bang!

The next moment, the monster's huge and weird head exploded directly!

Flesh, brains, bones, whatever it was, were smashed to pieces under the powerful kinetic energy of this bullet! !

The monster whose head was shattered by one-third died instantly, and its whole body crashed to the ground. The last bit of inertia brought by the running just now made its body slide the last distance with the help of its own brain and flesh and blood.

The brutal monster who was invincible just a second ago was almost crushed to death in the blink of an eye.

Tsukikawa Miura stared at the monster's body in a daze, looking at the head that was less than a third left, unable to close her mouth for a long time.

dead... dead?

Just... dead?

A monster that killed countless people and mutilated countless lives was simply shot to death...?

Tsukikawa Miura thought of her various experiences after entering this villa, and the string in her heart could no longer be stretched, she threw herself into Wei Xuxu's arms and began to cry loudly.

The spirit and belief that had persisted for a day and a night were completely relaxed at this moment, and the armor she used to protect herself to pretend to be strong was removed, and she lay on Wei Xuxu's chest like an ordinary girl and cried loudly.

Dead, really dead.

That monster is not something invincible!

Only at this moment did Tsukikawa Miura truly feel hope.

The hope that this unknown handsome sister brought to me....!

Hope to leave this villa alive!

Chapter 140 Communication

"Okay, okay, don't cry."

Wei Xuxu comforted:

"The face is already as dirty as a dog has chewed it, and it will be even uglier if you cry again."

"Hic-"

Tsukikawa Miura choked up like a goose strangling her neck, feeling a little angry for no reason.

Will this person comfort people?

Seeing girls crying so sputteringly, shouldn't they be more gentle!

Tsukikawa Miura slightly raised her head to look at Wei Xuxu dissatisfied, and then saw Wei Xuxu's sassy pretty face.

...Mmmm, but she is so handsome.

Feeling Wei Xuxu's warm embrace, Tsukikawa Miura suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Most Japanese girls dress up in the cute and Mori style.

There are also mature and sexy ones, but they are very rare, maybe only one in ten women on the street.

As for the A-shabby type dressed like Wei Xuxu, it belongs to the minority of the minority.

What's more, Wei Xuxu's appearance is not bad at all, and with her height of 1.7 meters [-], she looks even more A.

"Cough, cough, cough." Tsukikawa Miura pretended to cough twice, and gently left Wei Xuxu's arms: "Thank you for saving me. My name is Yuechuan Miura. I don't know what your name is?"

When saying this, Tsukikawa Miura glanced at the M500 in Wei Xuxu's hand.

It was this silver-white revolver that smashed the monster's head with a single shot. As long as a person with a normal mind saw that scene, he would not think it was a toy.

Make no mistake, this is the real deal for the real guy!

But how can an ordinary person own such a powerful firearm?

Tsukikawa Miura thought of the bloody and shocking scene just now, and her whole body was shrouded in an unprecedented emotion.

--readily! !

I struggled for a day and a night in this horrible villa, was chased by monsters like ants, and spent more than 30 hours in fear.

However, all of this was shattered by this pistol's merciless shot!

When seeing the monster's head being shattered by bullets, the first thing Tsukikawa Miura felt was not fear and panic, but an unparalleled aesthetic of violence.

Cool!

It's really cool! !

She had already decided in her heart that she would ask this handsome sister where she could get such a big gun later!

For Yue Chuan Miura's friendly thanks, Wei Xuxu returned her a smile: "You are welcome to raise your hand, my name is Wei Xuxu, why don't we introduce ourselves?"

"Hi sister Wei." Tsukikawa Miura bowed and saluted: "It's okay to introduce yourself. In this kind of place, we need to know more about each other to ensure a better survival!"

Leaving aside the stink of the Japanese bowing at every turn, Tsukikawa Miura's last words aroused Wei Xuxu's interest.

What made this girl think that I couldn't survive in this villa with this gun?

Tsukikawa Miura, who didn't know what Wei Xuxu was thinking, began to introduce herself:

"My name is Tsukikawa Miura, I am 23 years old, and my current job is an outdoor adventure anchor."

"...Outdoor adventure anchor?"

"Yes...but I'm not very famous now, and my monthly live broadcast income can barely support myself." Tsukikawa Miura said with a wry smile: "I came to this villa to explore this time, just to increase my fame and earn more money. A little money to improve life, I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect this villa to be a genuine supernatural place, did you?"

"Hmm..." Tsukikawa Miura responded in a low voice.

If she knew that this kind of thing would happen, she would not come no matter how much money was given!

Looking at the depressed Tsukikawa Miura, Wei Xuxu sighed psychologically.

Well, it turned out to be a murderer.

Forget it, for the sake of her qualifications to join the special affairs department, she doesn't care.

"My name is Wei Xuxu. If you are a professional, let me show you this. You may understand it faster."

After saying that, Wei Xuxu took out the police card from his pocket, opened it, and put it in front of Yuechuan Miura.

Tsukikawa Miura looked at Wei Xuxu's police ID, word by word.

"Special Incident Countermeasure Department, Search Division Six, Police Department... Wei Xuxu...?"

Tsukikawa Miura seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Wei Xuxu in surprise.

"The Special Event Countermeasures Department, is it, is it a department set up by the Yao family to deal with supernatural events!"

"Bingo, you guessed it right." Wei Xuxu snapped his fingers: "You are lucky, you met me this time."

Regarding Wei Xuxu's words, Tsukikawa Miura believed them without any doubt.

A person who can be sloppy in such an environment is either brain-dead or extremely confident!

Plus the gun and police ID in her hand... If this is a fake, then she did a great job!

"Great, great!" Tsukikawa Miura grabbed Wei Xuxu's hand excitedly: "Sister Wei, there are many people trapped in this villa besides me! Save them all!"

"First of all, you are older than me." Wei Xuxu put the M500 back into the holster on his waist, and sighed: "Secondly, there are no other living people in this villa."

"How, how..."

Tsukikawa Miura's eyes widened, and the eyes were once again filled with water vapor.

"Everyone, everyone..."

Those vivid faces emerged from his mind, Tsukikawa Miura covered her face and sobbed.

Wei Xuxu sighed and said nothing.

She didn't lie to Tsukikawa Miura.

Before entering this private villa, Wei Xuxu had allocated ten points of sword energy to physical attributes.

In order to cope with troubles, increasing physical fitness is the second priority. The main purpose is to increase one's breath perception ability. After all, one of the key links of this mission is to let Takayama Naoto practice on the spot.

Wei Xuxu had already planned to find a reason to slip away, and then hid in the dark to observe Naoto Takayama's actions, and would never make a move unless necessary.

But she didn't expect that the supernatural events that happened in this villa were not as simple as a simple haunted house, let alone that there were survivors in this villa.

When entering the villa with Naoto Takayama, Naoto Takayama who was following Wei Xuxu disappeared almost at the time interval of the front and rear feet.

She could still feel Naoto Takayama's aura, but she was very far away from her in an extremely mysterious way, and there seemed to be an invisible film in between, which greatly blocked Wei Xuxu's aura perception.

But even so, Wei Xuxu is still not worried about the safety of Naoto Takayama.

The small bag given to him before entering the villa contained the supplies rationed for this operation. As long as Naoto Takayama was not stupid, those things would have no problem keeping him alive.

The most important thing right now is to investigate clearly what is going on in this villa.

Chapter 140 Nine Tired and Sleepy?Give it a shot!

"Huh...huh..."

Naoto Takayama put his back against the wooden door, panting heavily.

Even though the weird laughter from behind the door had disappeared, he still didn't dare to relax.

"Student, are you alright?!" Naoto Takayama pressed against the door and called anxiously.

In front of him, a boy was curled up and lying on the dirty floor. Because of the pain, his body was curled up tightly, and there were inaudible moans of pain from his mouth.

If you look carefully, you can see that the boy's entire left arm is missing, and there are large pools of blood flowing out of the bloody fracture. The boy's face should also lose too much blood and become extremely pale.

There are certain medical training courses in the police academy. As an elite graduate of the police academy, Naoto Takayama can roughly judge the current situation of this male high school student.

Pale skin, cold extremities, rapid heart rate and respiration, sluggish mental response, and blurred consciousness.

If this continues, the boy will completely fall into a state of shock within 3 minutes, and he will die from excessive blood loss in a short time.

Naoto Takayama took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the boy who fell on the floor.

He has no time to think about whether the door behind him will be knocked open by those monsters. At this moment, there is only this ordinary student who needs immediate help in front of him!

Naoto Takayama opened the small pocket that his senior gave him before entering the villa, and took out a bright green injection from it.

Use your index finger to release the safety button of the treatment needle and pierce the boy's neck.

With the injection of the bright green liquid medicine, the painful expression on the boy's face relaxed a little, and the bleeding from the wound on the severed arm also slowed down a lot compared to before.

After observing carefully for a few seconds, Naoto Takayama confirmed that a treatment needle alone could not safely save the boy's life, so he took out a small bag of white medicinal powder and a bottle of spray from his pocket.

Tear off the packaging bag that says '5g quantity', pinch the boy's mouth with his right hand, carefully feed the powder into the boy's mouth, then pick up the spray, and spray it on the boy's broken arm wound Twice the blue-purple medicine mist.

After some operations, the wound on the boy's severed arm finally stopped bleeding, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

Naoto Takayama breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

The materials given by the seniors are amazing.

The potion made of extraordinary biological materials can crush modern medical technology...!

The boy lying on the ground opened his eyes with a blurred vision, and after a few seconds, he blinked vigorously a few times to make himself more conscious.

"thank you, sir."

The boy first thanked Matsubara Naoki gratefully, then turned his head to look at the wound on his broken arm, showing a surprised look.

Although he is only a high school student, he has basic common sense.

With such a large wound, unless unconventional methods such as scalding with a branding iron are used, it is absolutely impossible to completely stop the bleeding in a short period of time.

When his left arm was torn off by that monster, he already expected that he would definitely die.

Either be devoured by monsters, or bleed to death.

But the current situation really made the boy unexpected, but he was not too shocked.

After all, I have personally experienced the existence of supernatural things, so isn't it normal to have other things that cannot be understood with modern common sense?

The boy asked suspiciously: "Sir, did you stop the bleeding for me?"

Naoto Takayama nodded first, and was about to speak, then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he stood up abruptly and ran back to the door, pressing his back firmly against the door.