"The Morishima Art Museum has caught fire?"

Su Qi was stunned.

"Yes, all the collections inside were burned, and at the same time, you happened to have a car accident nearby, and it seems that this is not an accident."

Andersen used the "tinker box" to get the doctor, making them forget about Su Qi, and then took Su Qi away from the hospital.

"Beluga, it's the international art thief. I saw a white whale tattoo in his palm. He also knew about the mysterious world..."

Su Qi told the story of what he had just happened, his face was covered in sweat and pale. This time he was injured very much, his blood loss had not yet recovered, and...

He raised his left hand, and a little finger was missing from his left hand.

Is the recovery ability of the circovirus ineffective?

Su Qi frowned and clenched his fists. He had a strange feeling that his lost fingers still existed, but it was like being tied up by a thread and thrown into the fog, unable to find... This kind of clamping caused his fingers to regenerate.

Why? What happened at that time? This was done by that white whale? No, it makes no sense...

"It seems that the White Whale is indeed a mysterious organization. The London headquarters had been suspicious before. The methods they used exceeded the capabilities of ordinary people, and...what happened to your hands?"

"I don't know, I can't recover, my divine thing doesn't work."

Su Qi told Andersen about his current situation, and one of his fingers was lost.

"There is no reason for the white whale to do this. It's some art thieves, not human body lovers."

Andersen frowned slightly, turned around and entered a convenience store next to him, bought candy, salt, small metal pendants... and came out and found a nearby restaurant with Su Qi, and ordered some food.

“Hand on the table.”

Su Qi put the palm of his hand with one finger facing upwards on the table.

Andersen put salt, sugar, metal pendants, and the fried fish steak that he had just ordered around Su Qi's hand and dipped it in water to draw a mark.

This is a ritual of a kingdom system.

Su Qi couldn't see anything. The performer was Mr. Andersen. After a moment, Andersen frowned slightly and said:

"People in trouble are coming to Tokyo."

"What's the meaning?"

"You can't know for the time being. I have to discuss this with the director. We will get your finger back as soon as possible so that it will not be used to perform some bad rituals, which may affect you, before that..."

Andersen picked up the emperor's new cane and pointed it into Su Qi's hand. A new "finger" actually grew out.

However, Su started the action and did not feel real. This was just a disguise to help him avoid some troubles in his daily life.

"You have to be careful lately."

Andersen explained.

Su Qi nodded. He was now barely considered an introductory mysterious person and had a certain understanding of the principles of the ritual.

Media, this is the most dangerous thing.

He had been cursed by dog ​​gods before, and he only needed a name, a photo, or a coin he had used to curse him.

Now he lost a part of his body, if someone used it for what kind of ritual...

Before he gets his finger back, he may have to be prepared to deal with the more terrifying trouble than that god of the canine.

Now I have no idea what the person who took his fingers had.

...

The streets of Shibuya, Tokyo.

Avant-garde fashion brand clothing store and hot girls dressed up in trendy styles. As the birthplace of Tokyo's trendy culture, it is full of factors that make women and young people fanatic.

Since the Heisei era, it has represented fashion and trends. In the era of rising labor costs, the value of brand effect gradually surpasses that of ordinary industrial products.

Clothing, leather bags, perfumes, lipsticks, watches, expensive luxury goods, light luxury goods, trendy brands, design celebrities, catwalks, street culture...

From Yokoyama to Harajuku, from Shibuya hot girls to Harajuku style, this is popular and avant-garde.

A unique fashion brand interchain store on the street of Harajuku, with simple black, white and gray tones, solemn and weird, and strange bones, skin-shaped clothing and luggage, which makes ordinary people feel chill.

This interlocking brand store is called "Saru House".

The brand of Boyewu is very niche, but it has a considerable number of fans. Because its brand style is very strange, it is a dark and horrifying style.

The design often uses some bones, organs, flesh and skin elements as selling points, and the workmanship is very realistic, just like using human skin bones as materials, and it is sought after by some curiosity enthusiasts.

I heard that the boss behind the skeleton house is a famous designer in the international fashion circle, but this person has never shown his face in public, and ordinary people don’t know who it is.

Today, a strange customer came to this shop in Shibuya.

On a sunny day, a foreign man wearing a black umbrella, black sunglasses and high cheekbones can be seen with obvious tattoos on the man’s neck and wrists.

The man entered the store, looked around, walked straight to the fitting room, opened the door and went in. There was a mirror on the door, and a decorative portrait of a waiting body was directly opposite.

There is an inverted cross on the portrait, with an upside-down man tied to the cross, holding a crown on his chest with both hands.

The man walked to the portrait and reached over the chest of the hanging man on the cross. On his hand, he wore a bone ring that looked like a bone made of bones, and murmured the prayers of the ceremony:

"I am guilty of the Lord's Saint Peter's Gate..."

Blood oozed out of the bone ring and slid down the fingers. The lights in the fitting room became dim. The mirror behind him dimmed and then lit up again. The figure that was reflected disappeared. Instead, a shadow of a room appeared. The man turned around and stepped in.

In the room, a human skin was creaking on the sewing machine. The mannequin was extremely realistic. It seemed that facial features were drawn with oil paint. The eyes were blinking. The bones of different types on the workbench were threaded with dried blood vessels, the flesh and blood tailor, and the broken eyeballs on the vise were polished and embedded in the watch like precious diamonds...

The man breathed the atmosphere in the room with great comfort, his inspiration and the source of his masterpiece, and countless great works he thought were born here.

The man was extremely sacred to wash his hands in a leather pelvis, sat down at the table, sorted out the workbench, turned on the backlight, took off his sunglasses and replaced it with a complicated magnifying lens set, and then took out his pocket seriously: a piece of finger cut.

"There is such a creation in the world. This is a miracle, this is a treasure left by God..."

The man suppressed his fanaticism in his eyes behind the lens, murmured and murmured. Looking at the cut off finger, it seemed that it was not a piece of silence, but a holy object, and the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.

"I will polish you well, and you will become the most outstanding piece in my work."
Chapter completed!