Tiga returns to take a leisurely look at human affairs

At dusk, in a luxurious villa area on the outskirts of Kyoto, the originally peaceful and beautiful environment was suddenly broken by a woman's scream.

"Dead hooligan!"

Snapped--!

The slap was clear and loud, and the man's scream that followed was halfway through, and then the sound suddenly stopped as if it was blocked by something.

At this time, someone from the nearby villa had already poked his head out and cast a curious look.

Originally, the sporadic people watching the excitement had no intention of calling the police.

After all, this is a well-known villa area. There are all kinds of people living there. It is inevitable that they have some special hobbies. They are playing sitcoms or role-playing. It is not good to disturb them casually.

But soon, what happened in front of them almost shocked the jaws of several melon eaters.

I saw that the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the villa where the woman's scream had just come out suddenly exploded from the inside.

Among the countless white broken glass, a disheveled man drew a parabola in the air, and then crashed into the swimming pool in the backyard of his villa, causing a huge splash.

Soon, the sirens and whistles of police cars came from the distance...

……

In the outskirts of Kyoto, on an ordinary street, there are ordinary small buildings neatly placed along the way.

The small buildings along the street all have red roofs and white walls, and most of them have front shops and back rooms. Each one has its own unique signboard hanging in front of the door.

There are teahouse signs carved from pure wood, daily grocery store signs nailed with metal strips, convenience stores made of colorful plastic boards, and fresh fish and aquatic products stores with a fish printed on the sign.

There is another restaurant with a transparent crystal ball painted on the sign, and a strange face that seems to be smiling but not smiling is reflected in the crystal ball. And behind this unique logo, the name "Gili's Weird Fast Food Restaurant" is clearly written.

According to neighborhood friends, this fast food restaurant was just a recycling bin filled with garbage a few months ago.

Unexpectedly, from the beginning of setting up a shed to setting up a stall, to renovating the old building and building a new one, it would have completely changed in the blink of an eye.

It was past afternoon, and there was no one in the store. Pedestrians passing by the store occasionally heard laughter coming from inside, and those laughter seemed particularly happy.

"Hahaha! What happens next? What happens next?"

In the renovated warehouse, there were several voices asking excitedly. They were male and female, and there were even the calls of cats and sparrows.

An untethered husky squatted outside the house, shaking its head as if thinking about some big problem, completely uninterested in what was happening in the house.

Inside the house, a circle of people were sitting together. They were all different in height, short, fat, and thin, and most of them were dressed in the most casual casual clothes.

Logically speaking, it should be difficult for a group of people with no relatives and relatively large age differences to find a common topic.

But they are not ordinary people. As spiritual beings, the Kirialodians' appearance at this time is actually obtained by occupying the bodies of dead humans.

Therefore, even though they appear to be of different ages, there is no sense of alienation between them.

"Then what? Qingzi, you threw that pervert out the window, and what happened next? Isn't he the big boss of the company you joined?"

A Kiriello man who looked like a middle-aged uncle asked anxiously.

"Of course it is..."

Onuma Keiko, a woman with exquisite appearance, deliberately drawls her voice.

After feeling that the interest of his companions had been piqued, he raised his hands in excitement and cheered loudly.

"Then I fired that little leader and his little broken company! From today on, I no longer have to work overtime until late at night!"

"oh--!"

“Yeah ho—!”

"Ha ha--!"

"Meow meow!"

"twitter!"

The Kiriello people sitting together cheered together.

Several people were excitedly wriggling around in the room. A big orange and a civet flower jumped on the table and performed a jump on the spot, doing a backflip of 180 degrees and landing on their backs. Three little sparrows also flapped their wings. , flying around in the small space in the house.

"Huh? Then you didn't get into any trouble, did you? We made a promise not to interfere in human affairs, so we just waited for the clan gods to come and take us back."

Suddenly, a skinny old man asked. Following his words, the other Kirialos stopped cheering and looked at Keiko Onuma.

Onuma Keiko, who was wearing a red apron, white short-sleeves and half-length pants, responded decisively.

"Of course not. There are video recordings and harassment letters he sent me. I prepared a complete set of evidence! In full compliance with the problem-solving process of human society, I went to the Metropolitan Police Department and walked around, but he, that The pervert probably hasn’t come out yet!”

Then, there was another burst of cheers from the Kirialodians in the warehouse.

"And! And!"

Onuma Keiko suddenly slapped the table, interrupting everyone's cheers.

"I also found a new job, look what it is!"

All the Kiriello people gathered their eyes and looked at the handbag that Onuma Keiko took out. It turned out to be a women's police uniform!

"This is the overalls of the law enforcers of humans on Earth? Master Ritual, do you want to be a treaty enforcer of human society?"

"Does this count as meddling in human beings' internal affairs?"

"It feels like the risk is a bit high, hey!"

The original joyful atmosphere faded a bit in an instant. Seeing everyone's worried and concerned eyes, Onuma Keiko pressed her hands and signaled everyone not to be too nervous.

"The chief in the police station may think that I am stronger and have better physical fitness than a human being, so he plans to use special channels to arrange for me to join some special operations team..."

"What special operations team? Lord Ceremony, you won't end up joining the victory team and become a colleague of Ultraman Tiga, right? Even with D's help, I got a legal residence certificate for me, but this is too risky. point."

Hearing that some of her companions seemed to have a deeper misunderstanding, Onuma Keiko hurriedly waved her hands.

"No, no! Of course I refused. In the end, I just agreed to sit at the front desk of the police station. I would serve tea and water every day, make phone calls, and occasionally receive people who reported crimes."

"Oh I got it."

"That's okay. If you get too involved in human society, it will be difficult to escape."

All the Kiriello people sighed for a while, and as the alarm clock in the warehouse rang, the noise suddenly subsided. The birds didn't chirp and the cats didn't jump. Every Kiriello man had a solemn look on his face. They were divided into two rows and sat on the ground respectfully.

Onuma Keiko stood up and placed a soft cushion in front of the two rows of people with her own hands. Finally, she sat respectfully next to the cushion.

They were obviously waiting for something, and at this moment, a white dog paw pushed open the warehouse door, and the husky outside the house walked in with a solemn expression.

A pair of blue and deep canine eyes scanned the crowd, and then it slowly came to the soft cushion and sat down.

"Oooh?"

The husky barked seemingly casually, but in fact he had used telepathy, and the Kirialos immediately understood what he meant.

As a grand ceremony for all Kirialo people, Onuma Keiko responded on behalf of everyone.

"Yes, Lord Prophet, today's human social life experience exchange meeting has ended, and everyone has learned a lot."

"Woo-woof."

The Husky Prophet nodded his dog's head, seeming quite satisfied.

Then it stretched out its claws and touched the ground, and the invisible force closed all the curtains.

After the warehouse became dark, a five-pointed star array gradually lit up on the floor, shrouding all the Kiriello people in a lavender glow.

Just like that, it was the Kirialodians' daily routine, time to pray to the clan gods.

That solemn voice seemed to be singing or reciting.

And it sounds gentle and rhythmic, and the sound is not too quiet, and even the neighbors on the left and right can hear it a little bit.

The neighbors were naturally dissatisfied at first, but after listening to it, they found it quite interesting, so they finally let them go.

And this also became a small opportunity for things to develop in an unexpected direction.