Yokohama has a psychic

Brush pull.

The wide floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn, and the room was full of sunshine. For Yokohama, which has been rainy for several days, this morning is a rare good weather.

There are people coming and going on the street, and the office workers walking on the asphalt road are in a hurry, occasionally looking down at their watches from time to time, and an ordinary and ordinary day begins.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his curly hair that was curled up due to his sleeping position, and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with a blank expression——

The orange-haired young man printed in the mirror had disheveled hair, pale complexion, and slightly dark circles around his eye sockets. He looked as if he hadn't slept well for ten days and ten nights.

But, it's about the same.

He rubbed his cheeks wearily, making sure that nothing strange appeared in the mirror again, then squeezed out a tube of toothpaste and began to rinse his mouth.

As the mouth was gradually occupied by a layer of white foam, and the refreshing and mint-flavored breath lingered on the tip of the nose, Zhong Yuanzhong also gradually relaxed. He swallowed his saliva, thinking that maybe he was under too much pressure recently and was nervous up.

After spitting out the last sip of mouthwash, he put the toothbrush into the glass beside the sink, turned on the bathroom heater, let out warm water, and then unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his delicate collarbone.

Unsurprisingly, I had a nightmare last night, and my body was sticky when I woke up in the morning. I guess it was still early, and Zhong Yuanzhong also planned to take a bath first.

When the shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, Zhong Yuanzhong, whose back was facing the mirror, did not see it either. On the originally clear mirror behind him, like the magic mirror of a witch in an ancient fairy tale, flickered twice as if it was out of contact. Then it was covered with a light silver sheen.

The luster dissipated quickly, and in the originally empty mirror, a girl who should not exist here appeared out of thin air.

The girl's face was as pale as a dead body that had just escaped from the freezer. She pulled the corners of her lips stiffly, as if she wanted to smile.But the mirror is like an old-fashioned machine used before the 90s. The picture freezes and can only output frame by frame. Coupled with her face, it is like Miss Sadako crawling out of the midnight bell.

The girl in the mirror is obviously not aware of this, she seems to be trying to speak.But helplessly, all that can be shown in the old-fashioned TV mirror is her slowly opening her blood-red lips, looking like she is about to devour human flesh.

Click.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around and punched.

The spider-like lines spread out along the mirror, and the girl's figure also disappeared.

It's a pity that this mirror has just been replaced for a few days. Obviously, it will be sent back to the manufacturer soon to reunite with its former companions.

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As the port's number one gravity envoy, Zhongyuan Zhong also had a lot of money and wealth. His first reaction was to raise his fist and hit it. The force not only smashed the fragile glass, but also the wall behind the glass.

After the dust dispersed, a fist-sized hole appeared on the white wall, and the pure white sofa in the living room next door could be seen.

"Bastard!" This is the first time!

He grabbed a handful of hair irritably, and was in no mood to take a shower anymore. He put on a row of white shirts in the closet with his gloves, tidied up his clothes, put on his beloved little top hat, and pressed the brim of the hat to reveal his mischievous smile. With a lock of tail hair, he pushed the door out with a calm face.

Don't worry about the mirrors and walls. As one of the five cadres of the port's No. 5 mafia, a random phone call can be taken care of within [-] minutes.

The problem lies in the female ghost who appeared in his mirror today.

Who is she?What do you want to do?

Countless questions swirled in Chuya Nakahara's mind, but unfortunately there was no clue at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat in the back seat of the sports car, his body pressure was low as if he was going to kill someone, and the subordinate who was driving the car shrank his neck and dared not make a sound.

The last time I saw the cadre so angry was because Mr. Dazai blew up his car two years ago, but this time I don't know why.

The subordinates are trembling, they dare not ask anything, they dare not say anything, they just want to be a tool driver in peace.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat in the back row. After deliberating for a long time, he still spoke, and asked with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

At this time, the subordinate who was passing by a traffic light intersection heard this sentence, and almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.

The car body drifted slightly, and the subordinates wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads like the rest of their lives, before they had time to think about the problem of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Huh huh huh? ?

What's the matter with this sense of déjà vu that seems like a primary school student who saw a horror comic for the first time and went home and asked his mother?Their gravity, which can be called a human killer, makes adults think about this kind of problem?

Or, are you afraid of...?

The subordinate secretly glanced at the cadre with a gloomy expression on the brim of his hat through the rearview mirror, always feeling as if he had discovered some terrible secret.

He laughed dryly, and had an inexplicable premonition that he would not be able to get out of this car if he didn't say anything: "Master Chuya, uh, have you encountered anything recently?"

"It's nothing."

After a long silence, a deep voice that belonged exclusively to the cadre came from the back seat.

"You drive well."

So during the distance after arriving at the destination, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't speak again.After getting off the car, under the watchful eyes of his subordinates, the petite back of the orange-haired young man in a black windbreaker gradually moved away.

In other words, Mr. Chuya's face is not very good-looking recently, it can't be true, what happened?

The port mafia belongs exclusively to Zhongye Zhongye's office.

There was a sudden "clang" sound from inside the door, followed by the non-stop sound of ping-pong-pong. The clerks who were walking in a hurry stopped and looked at each other, not knowing what happened inside.

Although I believe in Chuya-sama's fighting power, it really doesn't work if I let it go.

The silver-haired elderly man knocked lightly on the door: "Master Chuya, do you need any help?"

After waiting inside for about ten seconds, a voice that seemed to be subdued and irritable, but still pretending to be calm: "It's okay, I just accidentally spilled the coffee, help me get someone to change a cup."

Spilled coffee?

Guangjin Liulang frowned almost imperceptibly.

Accidentally spilling coffee is normal for an ordinary person, but for a highly trained killer mafia like Zhongya Zhongya, it represents two completely different concepts.

Chuya-sama, did something happen to you?

Guangjin Liulang called someone to deal with the overturned coffee on the table and some documents soaked in coffee juice. After hesitating again and again, he ordered before leaving: "Master Chuya, if something happens to you, please don't hold back." In my heart, maybe I can speak it out and let others help me solve it.”

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, recalling the pale female ghost that appeared in his coffee cup just now, he bent his index finger and unconsciously tapped on the table.

After a long time, he raised the brim of his hat, and there was a rare sense of bewilderment in his cobalt blue eyes, which were as magnificent and broad as the ocean, looking at the other party: "Guangjin, I always meet the same female ghost recently."

"..."

Guangjin Liulang: Huh? ? ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also told Guangjin Liulang about the things he encountered recently, and at the end, he added: "That's it, I found that she appeared more frequently recently, do you know why? "

Hirotsu: ...I suspect that you are embarrassing me, and there is evidence.

To be honest, if he heard these things from another person, his first reaction would be to wonder if the person on the other side was trying to make him happy.

But now the person who said this is Mr. Chuya... emmm, no matter how much you fancy Mr. Chuya, you won't be so boring.

Then, assuming that there is indeed such a female ghost who appears beside Mr. Chuya every day, then... this matter is a bit big.

Guangjin Liulang's face was serious: "Master Zhongye, did this female ghost do anything to hurt you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned back, sank into the seat, and searched his memory carefully with his eyes closed: "No, this female ghost is very weak. I suspect that the carrier she lives in may be a reflective object. Every time the carrier is broken or destroyed, She'll be gone in no time."

"But," he rubbed the center of his brows irritably, "she appears more and more recently. It used to be once every two days, but now it has become twice a day."

"I have no idea what her purpose is and what she wants to do?"

Guangjin Liulang: "Then this matter is very difficult. Does Master Chuya know this female ghost?"

Nakahara Chuya slammed his fist on the desk, and a circle of spider-like cracks appeared on the desk instantly: "That's the problem, I've never seen her before! I don't know why she keeps pestering me. put!"

"If that's the case, then it's not a debt of love," Guangjin Liulang nodded, commented seriously, and then met the other party's shameful eyes.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Nakahara Chuya: "How could it be a love debt! Please wake me up!"

"Ahem...Okay, I understand," Guangjin Liulang coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and then suddenly became serious, "Forgive me, I don't know, Mr. Chuya, have you ever tried to communicate with this so-called female ghost? "

Guangjin Liulang still considered Zhongyuan Chuya's mood, deliberately slowed down his tone, and asked word by word, but it was not surprising that they saw a bit of stiffness on the face of their cadres.

Yes, they are omnipotent Master Chuya, and they are not afraid of anything, but they are particularly bad at dealing with things like ghosts.

For him, it would be easier for him to go to the battlefield to attack the entire mafia organization than to let him communicate with ghosts.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stiffened his body and gritted his teeth: "That's... no, is there any other way?"

"Not for the time being," Guangjin Liulang said in embarrassment, "or Chuya-sama simply put away all the reflective things and don't look at them, so naturally you won't be afraid."

"Who, who said I'm scared!" The orange-haired youth hammered down the table as if upset, "Isn't he just a little mouse hiding in the dark and not daring to come out? I don't have the word fear in Zhongya Zhongye's dictionary." !"

With a cold face, he grabbed the windbreaker on the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, then unscrewed the doorknob of the bathroom and walked in.

Behind him, Guangjin Liulang sighed worriedly as he stared at the cracks on the ground caused by a slight loss of control of gravity.

Chuya-sama is like this, is there really no problem?

There is indeed no problem. Facts have proved that Guangjin Liulang thought too much, because when Zhongyuan Zhongye was going to face the female ghost with all his strength, he was surprised to find that the female ghost who had been appearing for several days disappeared without a trace, as if the world had evaporated generally.

Although this kind of incident made his prestige in the hearts of his subordinates somewhat jeopardized, it did not hinder his good mood at all.

After waiting until the third day, the female ghost who had troubled him for a long time still did not appear. Even he himself couldn't help wondering whether he had some mental problems some time ago.

But in any case, Zhongyuan Zhong also finally let go of his heart. In order to celebrate his liberation, Zhongyuan Zhongye opened a bottle of 89-year-old Petrus for himself to drink at home.

Zhong Yuanzhong also likes to drink, so he even built a wine cellar at home, which is filled with all kinds of expensive and expensive wines.

He is not short of money. According to a rough calculation by the port staff, Chuya Chuya earns more than [-] million yuan from each business trip. Some people speculate that the total property of Zhongyuan cadres even exceeds their leader. When in the port, I often swipe the card of the Central Plains cadres to eat.

The amber liquor swayed gently in the goblet, and after drinking two or three glasses of wine, a faint blush appeared on Nakahara Chuya's face, and his bright blue eyes were also stained with mist.

He only felt that his world was shaking, as if he was in a soft cloud, his whole body was dizzy, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

The next day, Zhong Yuan also woke up from a hangover...

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In my arms, who is this? !