A live broadcast of a Yokohama strange talk

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[Devil Live Room] Only during the live broadcast, viewers can send private messages to the owner of the live room.

Some people choose to guard the live broadcast room day after day, waiting for a certain luck to strike, and become the lucky one who can fulfill their wish without paying a price.Some people couldn't bear it for a moment, and opened the private message dialog box with trembling fingers.

【Whatever price you want, I will give it to you! 】

Tonight, Uesugi Le has a guest who is about to fulfill his wish.

With death as the premise, as the price.

"Wait a minute! It might rain tonight, according to the weather forecast...Anyway, please bring your umbrella."

California Qingguang caught up with Uesugi Raku who was not far from the gate.

Moisture has moistened the air, and there will indeed be a rain tonight.

Uesugi Raku did not refuse. The umbrella Qingguang Jiaqing gave him was a slender black umbrella with a long handle, which looked very formal and was one of the things left behind by the previous homeowner.

Holding the umbrella, Uesugi Raku said, "Is there anything else?"

California Qingguang hesitated to speak, and after a few seconds, he said: "... I wish you success in collecting materials."

The boy's figure disappeared into the night.He may have gone to a place not far away, or he may have gone to another city.Their house is located deep in the forest, only a well-built stone road extends down the mountain.Looking at the road stretching into the distance, with the end hidden in darkness, Qingguang Qingcai recalled the time when he first arrived in Honmaru.

At that time, the Honmaru had not yet developed, and the judge was still new, and he was very polite to his initial sword.

At that time, every time he went out to battle, the God Judge would specially see him off at the door.But later, he became more and more afraid of seeing the god judge standing at the door of Honmaru.

[Why didn't I get the knife I wanted? 】

California Qingguang didn't want to see the judge look disappointed, so he worked harder to fight, but gradually, he didn't even have the chance to play.

...Actually, he just wanted to say, "Can I go with you".

But couldn't say it.

Uesugi Raku said before that their time can be freely arranged since then, and California Kiyomitsu is no longer confined to Honmaru as before and cannot go anywhere.

But he was afraid of even simple words like "can I go with you" and dared not say it.

——In Qingguang of California in the past, as many times as there were requests to go out, there were as many times that he faced the evil words of the judges.

There were footsteps sounding from far and near behind him, California Qingguang looked back, it was Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada.

"Someone is awake."

……

There are no lights in the dark alley, and naturally there will be no cameras.

Therefore, this place has become the best place for unscrupulous teenagers to vent their emotions.

"Uh...uuuu..."

The thin boy protected his head with his elbows. His struggling movements became slower and slower, and his whimpering became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

The baseball bat hit the flesh-body, the sound of some hard objects being crushed rang out on the human body, blood bloomed on the bruised skin, and a depression was hit on the skull at the back of the head, hidden in the No one noticed the blood sticky and wet hair.

"If I die, I want those people to go to hell with me."

Someone is standing in the alley.

The blood spread along the ground, and only the last person standing was left in the pool of blood.

Tick-tick, thin raindrops dripped down, and soon turned into violent rain and hit the ground, washing the blood-red liquid in the darkness until its color gradually faded.

"It's raining a lot..."

Uesugi Raku held up a long-handled umbrella.The sharp part of the umbrella tip was still stained with blood, and it was washed away by the rain in an instant.

This is Yokohama, which is very far away from Yahara. Compared with Yahara in the countryside, this is a modern city full of neon lights at night.

...Well, by the way, this is a city with a slightly dark side.

The waves of the sea were hit by the heavy rain, creating manic ripples one after another. In this rain, the sound of bullets was hidden in the middle of the rain, making it difficult to hear clearly.

The port is an important part of maritime transportation. The large port has a lot of containers loaded with goods in an orderly manner. Uesugi Le walks out of the alley, which is connected to the road next to the port.

The gunshots in the middle of the night represent trouble. Uesugi Le still has writing work after the live broadcast tonight, so she has no idea of ​​participating.

But this idea was quickly shattered.

The fierce chase took place on the road between the containers, and the range of the firearms was quite far. In the night, no one seemed to care where the missed bullets would go and what they would hit.

Uesugi Raku held an umbrella, and in the small rain curtain where raindrops were sliding down the edge of the umbrella, he saw a figure of a man jumping up from the bottom of the port with one hand clasped on the edge of the road.

Holding two guns in his hands, the man raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the boy standing at the entrance of the alley.

"How can there be such a place—"

His pupils shrank, and he fired a shot into the air diagonally above with his backhand.

The bullet hit another bullet traveling straight along its trajectory, knocking it off at a different angle.

The man stuffed one of the guns back into the holster on his shoulder strap, strode forward without saying a word, and stretched out his hand to grab Uesugi Raku's wrist. Before the pursuers from behind arrived, the man pulled Uesugi Raku along the alley. The boy ran forward.

"Listen, this place is very dangerous. Even if you are a high school student who ran away from home or a rebellious teenager, you should leave now—is this?!"

The man's unfinished words were swallowed in his throat by the scene in front of him.

A boy who looked like a high school student fell in the middle of the alley, and not far from that person were scattered pieces of human flesh.

It was too dark in the alley, but the moonlight was so bright that even without lights, you could still see something vaguely.The internal organs and blood were washed clean by the rain, and they lay quietly near the piece of meat, with round eyeballs falling on the lower part of the head.The rainy night in Yokohama looks particularly cold and terrifying here.

The man suddenly turned his head to look at the boy behind him who was holding his wrist tightly. The umbrella handle of the blue-haired boy was hanging to the side, and his hair was wet from the rain just like him.

The rain slid down the boy's pale skin, and the boy looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know what happened.He also looked like a teenage high school student, wearing an ordinary black shirt and dark jeans, no matter how he looked at it, he had nothing to do with the scene in front of him.

This level of damage to the corpse was either done by a person with superpowers, or by an adult male with a larger body and stronger strength.

"...Did you come out from here just now?"

"Yes." Uesugi said.

"Did you just see these... Forget it."

The man heard footsteps approaching, he took a deep breath and calmed down.He touched the boy on the ground, and the boy was dead.

He probably understood why the young man walked towards the port instead of turning around and going along the other end of the alley to a relatively prosperous area.

He was worried that the boy would not dare to take a step, and he still held that thin and slender wrist, leading him to stride over the internal organs and corpses on the ground.

"You should have the consciousness of what you have encountered. Listen carefully. After I take you out, you can run as far as you can. Don't get close to this place."

Uesugi stared at the place held by the man.

The human body temperature was conveyed to his perception along the contacted skin, a little warm.The man pulled him across the scene of tragic death, and ran forward quickly.

The strong wind caused resistance to the canopy.

The opened long-handled umbrella fell from the palm of his hand and fell to the ground, Uesugi Raku looked behind him.But before he could think about anything, Uesugi Le had to squint his eyes when the rain slapped on his face.The eyelashes blocked some of the water droplets, and in his vision, the man's back in the rain was not so blurred.

Ah... It seems that I can't go back to Yayuan immediately.

The umbrella given by Qingguang in California still needs to be taken back.

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The author has something to say:

It’s a thing that can drop the san. In order to save trouble, it’s a big move. There will be some discordant pictures that need to be turned on w

Lele: Every time I encounter such a harmonious scene, I will turn on the lights in the live broadcast room. I am a good person (nodding)