future hunt

Chapter 386 Dead Taro 【Send autograph】

What a sad king skill.Shen Jungu thought to himself that being able to predict the death of others is not an interesting thing.

Knowing that they will die, they are helpless and unable to do anything.This king skill can only be foreseen, not prevented.

I tried it before, Shen Jungu had a good friend before.Very nice kind.One day, Shen Jungu accidentally saw a countdown on her forehead.Shen Jun wanted to save her friend's life, but she couldn't predict how her friend would die.She thought of many methods, and the most reliable one was to let her friend stay in the house at the last moment of the countdown, and rule out all dangerous factors.

Despite doing so, the friend suddenly clutched his chest and fell to the ground when there was only one second left in the countdown.

She was exhausted due to myocardial infarction.

From then on, Shen Jungu knew that the arrival of the god of death could not be stopped.

Just as I was thinking, the subway arrived.

The doors opened, and the passengers left the subway one after another.

Shen Jungu also stood up.She saw the old man put away the newspaper and walked in front of her.

As for the black suit, it followed suit.

She followed, toward the escalator.

But there is a lot of traffic on the escalator.The old man changed his mind and went up the stairs instead.

The black suit followed behind him.

At this moment, a hurried white-collar worker ran down the stairs.

Maybe I have to catch the subway, that white-collar worker walks very fast.As he walked, he looked at his watch.

He didn't see the old man from the bottom up at all.

Shen Jungu seemed to have foreseen that the white-collar worker would knock down the old man.The old man fell down the stairs and died.

Is this how he died?

If you stop it now, maybe you can stop it.

Otherwise, just watch him fall to death?

Shen Jungu couldn't bear it, and just wanted to speak out.

Suddenly—"Don't worry about it."

A voice came from behind.

Shen Jun looked back, but saw the elementary school student standing behind him, with a terrible smile on his mouth, and a kitchen knife in his hand.The kitchen knife was stained with blood.

The strange thing is that other people passing by such a strange elementary school student are indifferent, as if they regard him as transparent.

That's right.No one else can see him.

Because, he is the Shinigami elementary school student - called Shinigami Taro.Shen Jungu had met him before, but this was the first time he was accosting him.As for that black suit?That is, a weird office worker, not a grim reaper.And the black suit has already walked up the stairs quickly and left.

"I know you." Shintaro bared his fangs, his eyes were gloomy, "I heard from my colleagues that there is a girl who can see the god of death and predict death. That girl must be you."

Shen Jungu didn't speak to him, but just stared at him.

Shitaro laughed and said, "Don't try to stop that old man's death. If that happens, the god of death will trouble you."

Just as he was talking, suddenly, there was a sound of tumbling and falling on the stairs.

Then, someone shouted.

Someone is screaming.

Shen Jun looked back and saw the old man fell to the ground, his head was bleeding.And the white-collar worker was squatting beside him, checking the situation anxiously, while complaining: "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it."

Sure enough, he died like this...

Shen Jungu sighed inwardly.

At this time, she saw a spirit body floating out of the old man's body.

That is the soul of the old man.Of course, many people call this a ghost.

He didn't seem to have a clear understanding of his own death. He stared at his corpse with a look of shock on his face. It took him a while to recover, "He just died like this." He also sighed. "I still want to pick up my grandson from school and cook him his favorite dinner or something."

There wasn't much sadness in his expression.

When people get old, they die.Probably, many people will have such psychological preparations when they reach their twilight years.

Shitaro walked behind the old man.

"Hello, old man."

His tone was rude.No respect for the elderly at all.

The old man turned his head, "Are you...?"

Shitaro crossed his hips, put the kitchen knife back into his schoolbag, "My name is Shitaro, and I am the god of death who brought you to the underworld."

"Ah! So there really is a god of death in this world."

"Otherwise. Let's go quickly." Shi Taro said impatiently.

"But, I still want to pick up my grandson from school." The old man begged Shitaro, "Can you help me with this?"

"No." Shitaro refused arrogantly, "The god of death does not interfere with human affairs. Your time has come, come with me."

"You child, why don't you have any sympathy at such a young age?" The old man was angry.

Shitaro had a gloomy expression on his face, "Old man Shit, don't get me wrong. I'm Shinigami. Not a brat."

"No matter what. There must be some sympathy." The old man was still arguing with him. "If I can't pick up my grandson, at least I need to make a phone call and ask my son to pick it up."

"Are you sick, old man?" Shitaro said very grumpily, "Come with me."

"If you don't help me, I won't leave!"

At this moment, Shen Jungu stood up, "Why don't I call for you."

Her interruption caught the old man's attention, "Can you see me?"

"Yeah." She nodded.In fact, in the eyes of others, she is a strange guy, talking to herself in the air.

"That's great. Thank you so much. My son's phone..."

Finally, Shen Jungu made the call.The person who answered the phone was the old man's son.After explaining the situation clearly to him, I hung up the line.

The old man settled a concern and was extremely grateful to her.

"This time, you can go." Shi Taro said angrily.

Only then did the old man agree to go with it.

The figures of the two people disappeared like air.

Shen Jungu put away his phone in a sense of loss, and walked towards the escalator.

Signature book question: Who is Shitaro?

(End of this chapter)