The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

As a phenomenon that cannot be explained by science, ghosts have always been outside the normal society, so which side is stronger?

Fu Zhao now knew the answer.

No matter how fierce the so-called ghosts are, science and technology are still the primary productive forces!

The capable Comrade Loki, relying on his existing technology and his own unique aura as an evil god, successfully sneaked into the West District and kidnapped a second-generation ghost, and then disappeared.

Why did he kidnap Toshio?Like little boys?

No, that guy is obviously a brother-controller.

So there is only one result left, that is, the residents of the West District have some kind of use value that cannot be known temporarily.

In the dark night, the ghostly blue ghostly fire elongated the figure, and Fu Zhao stepped on his own shadow and walked around in circles beside the car. When he accidentally got dizzy, he staggered and supported the car and looked up. not far away.

Standing in front of the single-family villa, Sherlock's voice was mixed with the howling wind.

"...What happened to you after you found Junxiong?"

Gayoko pushed his long hair like water plants back, revealing a face mixed with anger and worry, and viciously broke his knuckles: "Don't worry, my ability is to attach grievances to people who enter my house. Although it is very troublesome to leave the enchantment in the West District, it will be much easier to find you next time, or I will crawl out of bed every night to ask about the situation?"

People full of resentment, and ghosts appearing in the warm quilt...

Sister Coconut, can you take it with you in the West District?Your son died a long time ago, and you don't care to die again!

Sherlock nodded very calmly...is this a consensus?

After walking a few steps, he turned around and stopped, looking straight at the pale grimace: "I'm not trying to comfort you, but after the visitor from the other world disappears, he will leave a record at the headquarters, so Junxiong must be alive...hasn't been killed yet. Exceed."

Fu Zhao silently covered his ears, opened the car door and got in to completely cut off the conversation.

Freak!Total freak!

Which young man who grew up in ordinary society can solve the case calmly in the face of ghosts, and the most important thing is to find out the truth?

He is now in a state of weakness and fatigue all over his body, his eyelids are heavy and drowsy as if he had a low-grade fever.

I took out my mobile phone with no signal and checked the time. It was already early morning in the outside world, but the night in the West District was extremely long, and there was no sign of dawn until now.

Fu Zhao sat in the turned-off car, yawned lazily and closed his eyes, planning to take a nap for a while and suddenly remembered something, straightened up on the co-pilot and went to the back seat to fumble.

"Ah... so sleepy, let Sherlock drive back later. By the way, I haven't eaten the Crab Crab Burger I bought yet." Fu Zhao finally got a little bit more motivated when he thought of the food, and picked up the crab on the back seat. The portable paper bag with the Fort King logo opened with a clatter.

The iced cola tasted like ordinary sugar water because it had been left for too long, so Fu Zhao let go of the straw in dissatisfaction, frowned and took a bite of the cold crab cake.

Hmm...the burger was still hot, even unnaturally warm.

At the same time, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, the spilled juice dripped on the leather seat.

Fu Zhao lowered his head sluggishly, and realized that what he had bitten was not a crab cake, but a beating, human heart.

heart!

Waking up as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, Fu Zhao let out an exclamation and threw away the things in his hand, opened the car door and ran wildly!

"Sherlock Sherlock! Hamburger... offal... I just said you can't come to the West End!" He almost fell when he stepped on the curb, and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously.

Sherlock should have just finished saying goodbye to Ms. Kayako, and when he turned around, his panic expression and the blood stains on his fingertips were reflected in his eyes, and he frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

The sticky and soft visceral taste on the tip of Fu Zhao's tongue has not dissipated, he covered his mouth and shook his head desperately, nauseated to the extreme, tilted his head and bent over to cough desperately, the scene in front of him began to blur and distort.

"Are you injured? Or did you accidentally eat something from the West End?" Sherlock firmly supported his shoulders to stop him from falling, with a rare concern on his face.

Fu Zhao stopped coughing for a second, straightened up with tears in his eyes and backed up step by step: "Who... are you?"

The person in front of me is very similar to Sherlock, no, it is exactly the same, but it is absolutely impossible to be him!

Sherlock stiffly restrained his concerned expression, and quietly watched the symbol without saying a word.

On the pitch-black ghost street illuminated only by will-o'-the-wisps, the partner who went here together suddenly changed... No, he was replaced by someone else.

Fu Zhao spit out the blood he ate just now, his eyes vigilant under his messy and curly hair: "Sherlock will not ask others out of caring...Of course I am not used to being abused, just stating the facts , you are not him."

"It was discovered? It seems that the temporary workers of the Security Bureau can't be underestimated." The monster leaned against Sherlock's face, bent down and made a gentlemanly greeting, "My name is... Freddy."

Fu Zhao tilted his head and repeated in standard Japanese English: "fladdy?"

"It's not l, it's r! Say it to me again... frrrrreddy." Freddy pointed to his mouth and reminded him, "Pay attention to the shape of my mouth, my tongue should be slightly curled up."

"Freddy." Fu Zhao scratched the back of his head and finally found the correct pronunciation. He could feel the smell of blood when he moved his tongue, "I'm sorry, but our organization doesn't have a few English-standard speakers, so they infected me too."

Sharp iron claws suddenly appeared on Freddy's raised right hand, and his body changed while grabbing him fiercely: "Hehehe, it doesn't matter, I will forgive you!"

When Fu Zhao backed up, his back was already on the car, and he rolled to the left in a panic to avoid the attack: "Isn't it forbidden for the residents of the West District to hurt ordinary people? Do you still have the quality!"

"Squeak—" The steel claws rubbed against his body and made a harsh friction sound across the window glass, leaving deep marks.

"I'm sorry, I just don't have the quality... The regulations only prohibit going out and claiming your life, and it doesn't say that you can't kill people who enter here. Besides, you came to my site on your own initiative..." The person disguised as Sherlock missed a hit. Instead, he licked his lower lip excitedly, "What four queens of the West District, I, Freddie on Elm Street, is the only king here!"

When he spoke, he had completely taken off his disguise, and the silhouette belonging to Sherlock gradually faded, replaced by a man in a dirty red and green striped sweater, as skinny as a skeleton.

Freddy's exposed skin was covered with dark red burn scars, and his face was distorted by the fire, but being ugly was fine, what worried Fu Zhao was his right hand that was covered with weapons.

A sharp finger cot made of metal is wrapped on the palm, and long sharp claws extend from the fingertips.The car window glass has already left almost piercing scratches, if it was caught on Fu Zhao's body, it would definitely end up being disembowelled!

"This thing is scarier than the boss of Gin..." Fu Zhao muttered with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he was stunned for half a second after avoiding the fatal blow, and ran decisively into the depths of the long street!

The swaying wind swayed the will-o'-the-wisp suspended in mid-air, and when the light danced, a running figure flashed past.

Fu Zhao's footsteps are light and fast, and the skills he has learned in running for his life all the year round make him very good in terms of explosive power and endurance.

Now I don't know what Freddy's background is, whether he can beat him is still unknown, and it doesn't sound like he will be afraid of Kayako.

Until he finds a weapon he can get his hands on, Fu Zhao doesn't plan to confront the residents of the West District directly... Besides, are human weapons useful against ghosts?

Also, where did Sherlock go?Wouldn't the same be resolved?Although he has a good mind, he doesn't look like someone who can fight...

Fu Zhao ran with all his strength on the streets of the West District, but he didn't see any wandering spirits along the way, but there were many, many toilets on the street.

That's right, when he came here, he found that there were a surprising number of public toilets in the West End. Maybe ghosts prefer to live in toilets rather than houses.

The street was empty, and there was no sound of footsteps behind him.

He wouldn't follow behind him... Fu Zhao slowed down to conserve his energy, his heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest, and he turned his head tremblingly.

"Hey! Are you looking for me?" Freddy suddenly appeared with a burnt head, and a big smile almost stuck to his face!

"I'm looking for your uncle!" Fu Zhao was so frightened that his legs limp, he barely supported his feet and backed away, continuing to flee along the long street.

The road in the west district was so long that there was almost no end in sight. He ran until he couldn't run anymore without daring to turn back. Feeling that he was almost safe, he panted and walked to the public toilet next to him, and sat down with his back against the wall to rest.

...Now there should be no need to worry about that guy suddenly appearing from behind, and there is no shadow of steel claws within the range of vision.

Fu Zhao sat down tiredly and took a breath, the ghost lights and street lamps floated in the air to cast his shadow, and suddenly found that the shape of the shadow was not right, it was bigger than a person.

Freddy, over his head.

Fu Zhao raised his head slowly, the nightmarish face full of scars was close at hand, and he continued to smile ghostly.

"You have no way out." Freddy hung upside down under the eaves, and flexibly jumped to the ground to make an announcement.

Fu Zhao nodded out of breath, and stood up with a pause gesture: "I have one last question."

Freddy was very patient, his right claw was clasping the concrete wall beside him: "Please tell me."

Fu Zhao glanced at the concrete wall and the scratches on it with lingering fear, took a deep breath and asked bravely, "With this pockmarked face that resembles a Shar Pei, did you imitate Deadpool or did Deadpool imitate you?"

"I'm because of the fire, he's because of the mutation, it's different." Freddy stopped and raised his right hand high, "Do you understand? If you understand, go to hell!"

Fu Zhao had nowhere to hide, so he seized the opportunity to kick Freddy to distance himself, but was still severely scratched by the long and sharp iron claws!

Flesh rolled from the shoulders to the abdomen, and the blood immediately wet the clothes and gurgled on the ground.

In fact, Freddy was not much better. He was kicked three meters away and fell to the ground.

Fu Zhao clutched the most seriously injured place, stumbled and fled in the opposite direction, he had to find... find a safe place, if he continued like this, he would die from excessive blood loss!

After being hit hard, his speed was not fast, but this road came to an end... Is it a playground?

It's not ghost lights, but the colorful neon lights in normal human society. The warm light lights up all the entertainment facilities in the venue.

The carousel, the Ferris wheel, and the pink ice cream trolley are empty, and the atmosphere is peaceful and joyful.

In short, in the gathering area of ​​ghosts, what is normal here is somewhat abnormal.

Freddy's grinning laughter sounded from a distance behind him, and Fu Zhao stood hesitantly outside the playground gate, pressing his left hand tightly on the wound, but the back of his hand was still stained red by the blood gushing out of his body.

Do you want to go in and avoid it?

From the depths of the playground, a boy in a windbreaker slowly walked out. He was tall and thin, with big smoky gray eyes and an extremely gloomy expression.

Fu Zhao closed his eyes in despair, it was over, he pinched back and forth, completely hopeless.

The boy didn't approach, and stopped on the spot and looked over dissatisfied: "Are you waiting for me to hold a welcome ceremony for you? I'm your boss, Sherlock Holmes...Damn it, why did I become a child after entering your dream?" ?!"