My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 68 Ikebukuro and the Headless Horseman.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the time for club activities has just passed.

Fujiwara Xingkong, who ate dog food for two hours, came out of the ghost club, and walked out of school with Ishigamigawa.

During the period, Sakata Zeren sent a message of Xia Xilin's whereabouts, Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at it, and replied that he didn't need to send it again.

He had already made up his mind to strip Xia Xilin from his life.

Although there was a feeling of ruthlessness, it should be considered a good thing for both of them.

Walk out of the campus, cross the Shibuya intersection, and come to Shibuya station.

Ishigamigawa's family lives at the west exit of Ikebukuro. If you start from Shibuya, you will arrive after seven stations on the Yamanote Line.

As the tram swayed all the way, it arrived at Ikebukuro Station around 06:30.

Ikebukuro is also one of the busiest areas in Tokyo. The shopping street extending from the station has an aquarium and a planetarium, as well as hotels, shopping centers and a large conference center with exhibition facilities.In addition, there are places full of cultural atmosphere such as Tokyo Metropolitan Art Theater and Rikkyo University.

The two left the station, bought a P5 disc at the Sony video game store on the roadside, and walked back to Ishigamigawa's house while chatting.

"Have you heard of the black locomotive?"

"The black locomotive?"

"It's quite a big mess, and it's been reported on the news."

Fujiwara Xingkong has never paid much attention to the news, so he has no idea what he is talking about.

Walking downstairs, Ishigamichuan opened the door and said, "Actually, it's an urban legend that has been circulating before. Recently, many people have taken photos."

Fujiwara Xingkong asked: "Could it be just an ordinary bosozoku?"

While changing his shoes, Ishigamigawa said, "Those bosozokus are not so cool."

Fujiwara Xingkong put on her indoor shoes and walked in.

Ishigami Chuan went to the refrigerator, threw a can of Pepsi over, and then continued, "You know "The Odd Records of the Headless Horseman", right?"

"I know, why?"

"The photo recently circulated on the 2ch forum is exactly the same as the one in the animation, a knight riding a black motorcycle, wearing a black tights and a helmet."

"Just like that, it can't be concluded that that person is the Headless Horseman."

"But don't you find it strange that you don't turn on your headlights when you ride a motorcycle in the middle of the night?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora thought for a while and replied: "It's indeed strange."

"So, it might really not be a human being."

"It's not a human, could it be a monster?"

"Maybe it's really a monster, but what does it matter to us?" Ishigamichuan waved the newly bought game disc, "Compared with that, I think playing games is more important."

Fujiwara Xingkong praised: "Heroes see the same thing."

……

The boots sank into the flesh, making a slight cracking sound.

The kicked punk turned half a circle in the air, drawing a twisted arc.

Jiang Chuan Yangsheng hit the ground with his body sideways, and he was so dizzy and dizzy.But he didn't dare to take a breath, and desperately crawled on the ground with his limbs, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible.

The surrounding air was bitterly bitter, and even the concrete floor under him became extremely cold. Jiang Chuan Yangsheng was like a person fleeing in a nightmare. He fled desperately for a long time. Looking back, he found the source of fear In fact, it was always behind me.

That's a person.

If it is really a person.

She was wearing a black motorcycle rider outfit without any extra patterns or badges on it. It felt as if the already dark black clothes had been soaked in a deep ink color.Had it not been for the reflection of the fluorescent lights from the parking lot, I would have never noticed anyone there at all.

The most strange thing is that the part above the neck is wearing a helmet with a strange style.

A very cute helmet, yes, a Pikachu-colored helmet whose style is extremely different from her own, and there are these two pointed Pikachu ears on the top of the helmet.

The part of the goggles was as black as the one-way glass of a high-end car, on which only the fluorescent lights flickered obliquely, and it was impossible to see the expression under the helmet at all.

"Say something! Who are you? What the hell are you!"

The knight didn't answer, just fell silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan Yangsheng's expression became even more distorted, and the fear continued to expand on his face.

For Jiang Chuan Yangsheng, today was originally a very ordinary day.

He and his little friend just gathered in the underground parking lot as usual and were going to drive for a drive.

This is no different from usual!

What mistake did they make, what did they do to attract such a monster?

Jiang Chuan Yangsheng remembered very clearly that their locomotive had just driven to the exit of the parking lot, and then their lives suddenly collapsed, without warning.

The black locomotive in front of him passed by Jiangchuan Yangsheng silently, and Jiangchuan Yangsheng noticed something strange at that moment.

How can a locomotive be silent when it is running?
There may be a slight tire screeching sound, but there is no engine sound at all.Of course, it is also possible that the other party has stalled and is coasting by inertia, but even so, there should be an engine sound before stalling, but no one present heard the so-called engine sound.

What made Jiangchuan Yangsheng even more unusual was that not only the body of this locomotive was black, but even the rims were dyed black. There was no headlight, and the license plate was also a black iron plate.It was only through the light of the street lamp that everyone could barely see that it was a locomotive.

Driven by the instinct of curiosity, Jiangchuan Yangsheng and his little partner drove their own locomotives and chased after the black car.

At the same time, he also sent himself to hell.

"Who are you guys?"

"In the end what you want?"

Jiang Chuan Yangsheng crawled back in fear.

Although the knight was motionless, it gave him enough pressure.

He couldn't forget the scene where his companion's head was cut off one by one by the knight while racing.

The body was still rushing forward at high speed on the locomotive, the blood from the gap was sprayed in the air, but the head fell and rolled on the asphalt road behind him.

Jiang Chuan Yangsheng absolutely didn't want to see the bloody scene that was so frightening to the extreme, let alone experience it for himself.

There was a "click".

The knight's footsteps moved, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground making an unpleasant sound.

The sound was quite weird, giving people the feeling that it had gone beyond the uncomfortable category. Jiang Chuan Yangsheng instinctively heard the siren sound representing [danger].

Soon, I felt a chill on my neck.

This feeling came so suddenly that Jiang Chuan Yangsheng had no time to react.

In his sight, he saw his body slowly fall on the concrete floor.

From the crack in his neck, blood gushed out like a fountain and sprayed on the ground.

It's strange, although I can see my own body, but I don't feel any pain.

The pulling sensation from the hair told Jiang Chuan Yangsheng that the knight was now grabbing his hair and lifting his head up.

What is she going to do?

Maybe it's dead, but Jiang Chuan Yangsheng doesn't feel any fear now, and his consciousness is more curious.

What does she want my head for?

The knight lifted his head and swung it in front of the helmet's black visor, as if observing.

Then, throw it away.

It's like throwing out the trash.

Hmm. That's it?
A little reconciled. Jiang Chuan Yangsheng still has his eyes open, but his vision has been plunged into darkness.

(End of this chapter)