[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Outside the villa, the night was cold and wet, only the bonfire in the barbecue grill was burning, and the group listened fascinated.

It was hot and cold, and I forgot to remove the meat from the grill. Black smoke curled up, and the light in the hall was dim. Hold it in the palm of your hand.

"Ah," someone remembered the forgotten skewers: "I forgot to turn off the fire, the meat is burnt!"

"What a waste..."

The story was interrupted in the middle, and it happened that Akutagawa Jirou also had some dry mouth, and he unscrewed the purified water and took a sip. Since he tried dried Sadaharu's dry juice, he has been quite cautious about drinks at parties.

He took a big gulp of water. The fire from the barbecue made him dry and his face was hot. The transparent water was swallowed down his throat. Jiro Akutagawa put down the water bottle, and the corner of his eyes swept away. To the window with no curtains drawn, there is a mass of dark shadow on the frosted window, like a hunched old woman with a bun on her head, lying on the window sill outside and peeping here.

"Ahem..." Choking a sip of water into his throat, Akutagawa Jirou pinched his throat and pointed to the window: "Ah..."

The boys looked in the direction he pointed, there was only an ordinary piece of frosted glass, and there was a candle stub that was about to burn out. The white candle tears solidified on the window sill and flowed down the short window sill , the candle kept casting all kinds of weird shadows on the ceiling and the wall, and finally shook violently and went out instantly.

Perhaps it was the candlelight that dazzled his eyes, and a cold light was reflected on Yoshiro Kote's lens: "Akutagawa, are you scared? You have crushed the bottle in your hand."

Akutagawa Jirou shook his head: "No, I was dazzled just now."

He also didn't say what he saw. Sometimes the effect of hesitating to speak is far better than telling the whole story.

Kite Eishiro snorted softly, only thinking that he was deliberately setting off the atmosphere, and didn't ask any more questions.

However, Jirou Akutagawa did a good job creating the atmosphere. Many people have already been brought into the story by him. Someone urged: "Jiro, please continue. Although it's a bit scary, it's better to talk from the beginning to the end."

Young people are bold, not to mention there are so many people gathered together, young people are fearless, not afraid at all, it seems that Jiro Akutagawa has too many worries.

The woman at the window...

Akutagawa Jirou was disturbed, but he continued obediently: "Afterwards, the most terrifying thing that happened to my aunt in her life happened.

That moth-like face with a human silhouette had a smiling expression on it, but it wasn't actually a smile.

I have never seen the creature my aunt mentioned, but I heard the description and found the corresponding reference in the encyclopedia-if any of you have ever seen a smiling moth with a hooked blue face It looks like a person laughing from a distance, it's that kind of moth, you should be able to imagine what I'm talking about.

That's right, the smile on that face is not like that shown by the hooked lips of a human being, but the curvature of the moth's face.

The straw-like tongue of the moth protruded from its mouth. My aunt didn't know what it was, nor could it be sure that it was a moth. Although it has insect features, it inserts straws into people's heads to suck blood. Definitely not a normal moth.

My aunt was quite close to this thing, so close that I could clearly see its body structure.

This thing is still wearing Toriyama's clothes. The upper part of the elbow is a human limb, and the lower part has become an insect's hairy hook pincers, which are embedded in the body and tremble frequently. Cut in half.There was a whirlwind head-on, and my aunt instinctively avoided it. The tent was split into two by the downy hook, and the moth-faced Toriyama smiled strangely.

Human beings can only react in two ways under sudden panic, one is to be sluggish, and the other is to burst out with a huge survival force. My aunt undoubtedly belongs to the second type.

She was so scared that she lost the ability to speak, but according to her aunt's later memories, she smelled a strange smell at that time, and that smell made her lose consciousness instantly. I think if it is really a moth, it is very likely It is a sex pheromone secreted by moths, but it is said that only female moths can attract male moths from afar by secreting sex pheromones, and my aunt is obviously a woman... This is a later story.

Bewildered by the scent, my aunt fell forward, her upper and lower teeth hit her tongue immediately, the bloody smell filled her mouth immediately, and the severe pain woke her up.

The moment my aunt lost consciousness, she saw many, many things. She really saw them, but they were not directly reflected in her mind through vision.

So maybe you don't understand, you just assume that this is a memory that was forced into your brain, and my aunt passively received it.

She 'saw' ancient warriors, Taoist priests, and some strangely dressed people. Those clothes and moon-generation heads looked old, and seemed to be residents of the Sixth Heaven Demon King or even earlier.

Most of the people that appear in my mind are men, they appear quickly, and then disappear very quickly, without exception, they die in the same way of death: being entangled by countless silk threads, and the mouth of a person is also entangled by this thread. It is strangled, the silk thread is corrosive, the white thread is strangled into their flesh little by little, cutting the brains horizontally like a knife, the white brains flow out like this, and it is too late to scream. With a 'boom', it was wrapped in silk thread and bleeding, just like the processed char siu pork was wrapped in circles of silk thread waiting to be cooked.

This kind of thread was sharper than a knife, and it was cut into their bones in one fell swoop.

If you remember the scene of cutting a watermelon with a [-]-degree knife, you can imagine how the bones of these people were cut into sections, and their bodies were cut into even sections.

My aunt suddenly thought: Maybe this is the person who died in the hands of this thing in the past.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down her head, her body was frozen like a block of ice, but she had already started to act before her consciousness, and she ran very fast, but going up the mountain was not as difficult as going down. The instinct to survive is rushing, and at the same time, he is ready to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

If you can use your life to drag this guy a little farther, and then fight him desperately, it will be a death. Akutagawa's ancestors went back several generations, and they were all famous warriors. Influenced by this kind of history, my aunt also Knowing the true meaning of the chrysanthemum and the knife - "I would rather die with the fragrance on the branch", she was exhausted with tears.

But after running for a long time, I found that the other party did not come after me. My aunt hesitated for a while and found a tree by the side of the road to rest. The other party did not come after me, but my aunt did not relax.

The rustling of branches and leaves was getting closer and closer, she got goosebumps all over her body, and hid behind the tree holding her breath.

'Akutagawa? '

My aunt heard someone calling her name, poked her head out, and called out in surprise: 'Mr. Matsuda! '

Although my aunt was angry with Matsuda, that is, the future uncle who has not yet become my uncle, ordered her to be locked up indiscriminately, but now is not the time to be angry, it is a good thing if someone comes, and she is finally not as flustered as before:' Matsuda-kun, what are you holding in your hand? '

'I went to the mountain temple. '

My uncle briefly explained: "This is the wilderness, and I can't contact anyone. This is what I found in the mountain temple. You can take it with you." '

My aunt took the thing in a daze. It was a broken blade, only half-cut, without any edge and covered with layers of rust, and it looked like it would break soon.

'Although I don't know what is the use of this, but since it is a mountain temple on this mountain, there must be some restraint on that thing. '

'Then this thing should be left to you. '

"I don't need it, since I gave it to you, you can take it."

My uncle is actually a restrained person. When he said this, his face was a little red. If the environment they were in was not too harsh and did not allow this romantic atmosphere to ferment too much, I think this is a pretty good situation. .

My aunt reacted belatedly: "Matsuda-kun, you were..."

'This will leave more time for preparation. '

My aunt was very moved, and she felt relieved of her grievances: "Mr. Matsuda, but that thing has already run out, and it ran in that direction." '

My aunt pointed in the opposite direction, but it wasn't that she didn't want to save her companion. On the contrary, my aunt only wanted to save her companion by herself, and she didn't want to make unnecessary sacrifices. Moreover, my aunt blamed Yuezi's death on herself body, wanting to repay all of this with his life.

But my uncle nodded and said: 'The other people are in a very dangerous situation, you don't move here, I'll go over and have a look now. '

My uncle didn't go in the direction my aunt pointed, but hurried back to the camp. At this moment, my aunt hurriedly called him: "Sorry Matsuda-kun, that thing is in the camp now, I..."

'I can go alone! '

'Calm down, what are you talking about? '

'But--'

'If you feel guilty in your heart, then you come with me. '

My uncle just said this sentence and rushed into the camp without looking back. My aunt wiped away her tears and followed him to the place where she struggled to leave before.

When they returned to the camp, the worst thing had happened. There were a bunch of people lying on the ground in a mess. They were some shriveled people. My uncle gently pulled the clothes of one of them with his right hand.

click.

It's like pulling out the bottom firewood from a burnt firewood pile, and the other dead branches and leaves that have been burned into charcoal will be broken into ashes as soon as they hit the ground.

The person who was touched fell apart immediately, and the flesh on his body turned into ashes, and it was blown head-on to my aunt who was standing aside.

Those are human ashes.

My aunt broke down and screamed: 'Ah! '

This kind of screaming is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, but anyone who encounters this kind of situation will inevitably collapse. My aunt covered her mouth as soon as she screamed, but the sound has already attracted that thing, Toriyama's body It has been completely assimilated. It has a human body and a moth face. It has two pairs of incomplete wings on its back. In addition to the normal two hands, there is a row of tentacles swinging along with the body. The human scalp is numb.

My uncle stared at all this dumbfounded, he couldn't leave, because Toriyama was still holding a person in his hand, Mishima's face had turned purple: "Help me!"Matsuda, please help me! '

'I'll come to your rescue right away! '

My uncle looked around, picked up a thick wooden stick on the ground, prepared to run for a while, and knocked the stick hard on the top of Bird Mountain.

Probably because of being slammed with this stick, Toriyama's chaotic eyes appeared clear for a second: "Matsuda-kun..."

The wooden stick in my uncle's hand fell: "Mr. Bird Mountain?" '

Although Toriyama has been assimilated, he is still bleeding from his forehead like a human being. This makes my uncle hesitate, he is not sure whether the other party still has human consciousness.

It was this moment of hesitation that caused my uncle’s lifelong regret——Toriyama’s strange smile, his tentacle-like hand forcefully turned, Mishima’s cervical spine made a cracking sound, and then his head turned abnormally Overturned, like a man with a back and face on one side, his eyes slowly rolled white.

Mishima is dead.

Toriyama smiled and flapped the wings on his back and flew into the air, aiming his mouth at Mishima's head, or to be precise, his ears. The long proboscis was inserted through Mishima's ear hole, The transparent beak tube was like drinking watermelon juice, and was quickly dyed red by the red liquid. Mishima's head was gurgling, and then white things were sucked up from the beak tube, not too clear, a little thick, translucent off-white turbid liquid.

When he couldn't suck anything anymore, Mishima's body was like a drunk bottle, which was randomly thrown to the ground by Toriyama, and immediately turned into a puddle of ashes as soon as he hit the ground.

'Mr. Bird Mountain! '

Mishima died in front of him like this, and my uncle was shocked. Seeing a few students sneaking down the mountain behind Toriyama, he decided to use himself to attract the opponent's firepower.

My uncle shouted his name vigorously, over and over again, trying to call back his little consciousness: 'Mr. Toriyama, I know you are still alive!Please come out!Don't be fooled by this guy! '

When Toriyama was shouted like this, the thing in his body seemed to be really suppressed. His eyes struggled, the blood red in his eyes slowly faded, and he yelled at my uncle: "Matsuda-kun, please, kill me." , I don't want to be treated as a puppet by this guy, keep killing people!Please kill me! '

My uncle burst into tears and shook his head desperately: "This guy killed you, I will definitely rescue you!" '

"It was this guy who killed his companions with my hands." Toriyama's face assimilated by moths showed humanized grief: "There are eighteen people who died in my hands. Live, Doomed to bear these life debts, it is too painful, please allow my selfishness, let me die easier. '

After finishing speaking, Toriyama yelled at him: "Quick! Take this opportunity! Quick! Take out your Swiss Army knife and stab it towards my heart!"

My uncle let out a long growl, took out his Swiss Army Knife and rushed towards Toriyama, but Toriyama's soul was probably at the end of his rope, and he could no longer resist that guy's manipulation. His expression changed, and he stretched out two I went to my uncle and slapped him hard, trying to put my hands together and hack him to death.In the nick of time, my uncle stepped on a small stone and fell directly to the ground. He rolled to the side, dodging the vertical knife from Toriyama, and quickly got up, kicking the opponent with a heavy kick from the tree trunk next to him. Kicked four or five meters away.

No one else would have known how to deal with this situation, but my uncle came from a police family, and although he chose to paint, he also received formal training.

If this heavy kick is kicked on someone else, even if there is no fracture, it will fall to the ground, but for Toriyama, such an attack is not painful, it stands up quickly, spreads its wings, and all its tentacles stand up , flew into the air and exhausted my uncle with aerial attacks.

This tactic is undoubtedly effective, and the two of them were torn together quickly, but my uncle was much more cautious than Toriyama's unscrupulous uncle. The furry tentacles looked non-aggressive but could easily break open the tree trunk. He has to play 12 points carefully to avoid being affected.

But even so, the disparity in combat power quickly defeated him.

Toriyama flew down, and his transparent wings slapped my uncle's face lightly. My uncle fell to the ground after a faint, but he didn't lose consciousness, but his body couldn't exert any strength, and the moth's beak tube was exposed again. I came out and wanted to suck the brains out of his head as before (my uncle didn't say much in detail when he relayed the incident, I think he was worried about what Mishima did before).

At this moment, my aunt ran out. She looked ashamed as if she had gone to dig a mountain to find treasure. Toriyama turned to look at her, and suddenly became angry because my aunt was holding a round black object in her hand:' Let go of Matsuda!Otherwise I will destroy this thing! '

The moth's wings flapped twice, and the strong and strange atmosphere immediately enveloped the small camp, but this time my aunt was unexpectedly unaffected, she stared at the Broken Blade in her hand thoughtfully, Suddenly realized something.

Toriyama straightened up in horror, flapped his wings and flew over. At that moment, my aunt stabbed the broken blade fiercely into the black round body! "

When the story was about to reach its climax, the phone in the hall suddenly rang, interrupting Jiro Akutagawa's narration inappropriately.

Atobe Keigo was the closest to the phone, stood up and answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

A group of people mentioned the anger, and the sudden interruption of this story is like scratching the itch when it is rising and not scratching the itch.

But it’s not easy to interrupt Atobe Keigo to answer the phone. It’s not that they haven’t tried to contact the outside world before, but the mobile phone has lost signal. Even the compass on the body suddenly turned in a mess, as if it was subjected to a strong magnetic field. It seems to affect.

It was a relief to finally make a phone call.When Keigo Atobe ended the call, everyone asked with concern: "How is it?"

Atobe Keigo rubbed his frowning eyebrows: "They said that the fog has blocked all this place, but it's just this area, no matter what method you use, you can't measure the specific situation here, and you don't know when the fog will be closed. Scattered, in short, the situation is not optimistic, it may have some impact on tomorrow's training."

Everyone was silent for a while, brainstorming is useless in this situation, the competition time is very tight, and training opportunities are even more precious, it is a pity to delay these situations now.

But Kikumaru Eiji quickly figured it out: "Haha... Anyway, everyone is trapped here collectively. Thinking about it this way, there is nothing to be nervous about. I think the point now is..."

"What is it?"

"Cilang, finish the story just now!"

Akutagawa Jiro said distressedly: "I still have to talk, but it's very late now. If tomorrow...oh, yes, I can't practice at what time tomorrow, then I can sleep in, okay."

On the other hand, Oishi Shuichiro frowned, feeling very worried when he remembered something.

"If the situation here is not clear, then Buer and them, I remember the last time I contacted Buer, he said he had entered Kumamoto County..."

"That's also a problem."

Atobe Keigo suddenly looked at Jiro: "In your story, at that time, did there appear the same fog as now?"

"Atobe-kun probably took this story seriously, hahaha..."

A group of boys laughed as if they heard some joke: "I didn't expect Atobe-kun to be the most childlike one among us hahaha, don't we all have girlfriends?"

"Maybe, you guys understand hehehe..."

The boys turned on the nasty joke mode inexplicably, which made a few innocent cuties blush and couldn't intervene, and Keigo Atobe looked at the group of people contemptuously: "People who don't even have a date, How dare you say such a thing?"

"Ah, okay, big brother, you are the most powerful, society and society, be convinced."

"Xiu Enaigou is here! Quickly raise the torch of our fff regiment and burn Enaigou to death!"

Before, he was lazy and didn't want to talk about it, but now Jirou Akutagawa took the initiative to say: "Yes."

Everyone fell silent: "Huh?"

"This matter is a bit far away, and I have heard it too, so I forgot to mention it..."

"Thirty years ago, there was such a heavy fog in Tottori Prefecture."

In order to play the game of Hundred Stories, the lights in the entire room were turned off. This was completely turned off, and even a little bit of light source could not be seen, even the moonlight outside the window - I have not seen such a thing for a long time. There are 99 candles left, one or more than one is placed in front of everyone. The flame of the candle is stirred by the wind that sneaks into the room, pulling the shadow on the wall long like ramen, and squeezing it again. Very short and small, twisted and shapeless.

The light from the candles was dim yellow, which should be a warm tone, but it was burning in front of and under everyone, illuminating people's faces hideously, like the legendary Prajna, evil ghosts, Rakshasas, and the darkness made people feel incomparable. repressed.

Akutagawa Jirou still sat on the ground, looking at the previous window from time to time to see if there was an old woman peeping here, his face turned pale with cold: "That happened after my aunt stabbed the broken blade at Hei Gai. matter.

That black lid is like Pandora's box. After being dug out by Toriyama, everything that followed was like a horrible nightmare. My uncle and my aunt were not the only survivors. I mean, my aunt put After the broken blade stabbed Heigai, Toriyama disappeared, and Toriyama's body disappeared in front of them together.

The aunt only felt that the black cover in her hand suddenly sank a lot. She didn't dare to bury this thing in the soil again, and decided to hold it in her hand and take it down the mountain to find someone to deal with.

Such an unintentional move happened to be the most correct decision. If my aunt hadn't done it, maybe it would have caused more casualties, but it was doing so that saved her and my uncle's lives.Because at that time, the thing attached to Toriyama did return to the black cover together with Toriyama, and with the idea that my aunt would take the initiative to bury them back in the soil, I planned to stop them before they went down the mountain. Then kill them all.

My aunt was holding the black object in one hand, while holding the Broken Blade tightly in the other hand. Toriyama struggled inside for a long time, and almost broke the Broken Blade several times. The broken blade is not sharp, but the rust on the broken blade scratched my aunt's hand, blood flowed down the broken blade, the black cover shook a few times and finally stopped.

But at this time, a sudden thick fog blocked the whole mountain. My aunt and uncle had experienced the catastrophe just now, so they were absent-minded and didn't take the fog seriously.

They quickly went down the mountain and entrusted this thing to Mr. Abe, a well-known onmyoji at that time.

Except for the two of them, those who had survived lost their direction in the fog, went around for several days without going out, and finally starved to death in the deep mountains.

Mr. Abe was almost sixty years old at that time, and he had a lot of experience in expelling demons, but after seeing the black thing, his expression changed: "Why do you have such a thing?" '

My uncle hurriedly asked: 'Excuse me, what is this? '

"There are too many ghosts in Japan, and I can't tell what it is. It only appeared in legends... It's a kind of sojourning moth, and the sojourning thing is not an ordinary animal, but a kind of thing called a nymph." A monster, it is rarely born, it will see blood when it comes out, it is said that it feeds on human blood, is good at playing with people's hearts, and also has the characteristics of a bridal woman, can use spider silk to absorb human energy and blood, and then eat people Lose. '

'The one you hold in your hands is the body of the net bride. Hey, that thick fog is a kind of ability of this monster. '

Hearing this, no matter how courageous my aunt was, she was so frightened that she hurriedly backed away, without any of the bravery she had before.

She actually walked around with a big spider in her arms for so long, my aunt couldn't stand just thinking about the scary appearance of the spider.

With this retreat, Mr. Abe saw the scar on my aunt's hand, and he was shocked: "Are you injured?" '

"It's just a small injury, cut by the rust on the broken blade. I think it will be fine after I give it an injection..."

'Hey! '

Mr. Abe patted his legs vigorously and sighed: "This is terrible!"Eh!This is terrible! '

My aunt's heart sank: 'What's wrong? '

'Don't let the parasitic moth touch your blood, or you will be cursed! '

'Excuse me, what kind of curse is that? '

Mr. Abe shook his head: "——I shall die a terrible death!"Ah, I'm sorry, I don't really know. After all, there are too few such examples. I just heard that I can't give you a definite answer... Maybe, it's just that I think too much, and you don't have to worry too much... ...'

My aunt was still young, and although she couldn't bear to hear such words suddenly, she quickly figured it out: "I think there is nothing to be afraid of even if I die. After this time, my life has already gained depth. It doesn't matter if it's shorter. '

Uncle said softly: 'everything will be fine. '

Since then, the two have been together until they got engaged after graduation, entered the marriage hall, had children, and grew old together. "

Hearing the story here, everyone was satisfied, but still unsatisfied: "That what Mr. Abe said can't be completely taken seriously."

"Ci Lang, is what you said true? I'm so touched!"

Akutagawa Jirou gritted his teeth: "It's scary because it's true."

Atobe Keigo said: "Because the curse has come true."

"Yes."

Thinking of the past, Cilang was still sad: "The curse did not fall on my aunt and uncle, but on their two only sons."

Cirou took a deep breath, his eyes were a little red: "Do you still remember the revenge bombing that caused a sensation in Tokyo in the second year of junior high school? The explosion on the Ferris wheel did not hurt any civilians, only one person died. "

"That person is my cousin, Matsuda Jinpei."

"My cousin didn't have to die, but those damned criminals wrote the prompt information of the next explosion site on the bomb, and they couldn't see the complete address until the last second, in order to prevent the next explosion. Happened, cousin, he... just died in the line of duty."

Only the sound of Cilang's deep breathing could be heard in the room, no one took this as a joke anymore, if it was a joke, the result would be too heavy.

Cilang's voice was a little choked up: "Brother Zhenping, he is a hero in my heart, a hero forever, and the kind of person I always wanted to be since I was a child. He is very smart and a genius. He is a genius for dismantling bombs. He saved the lives of many, many people, but in the end, he died a miserable death."

Everyone was silent. The bombing caused a sensation throughout Japan, and no one knew how tragic it was.

"I miss him so much," Cilang said softly, "I miss him so much, brother Zhenping."

As soon as the voice of this sentence fell, at the same moment, there was a knocking sound outside the gate. The knocking sound was very regular, not light or heavy, no more, no less, three times.

The candles in front of everyone were extinguished, and many people took out matches in a panic to light them, but they couldn't light them anyway. They all stood up, and the knocking outside the door began to sound for the second time.

"Who could it be so late?"

"who is it?"

Someone went to touch the light source, but the light did not turn on even after pressing the switch. This made people start to panic. After all, turning off the light by oneself is not the same as being unable to turn on the light. The only thing left in the room was the ticking of the pendulum. Keigo Atobe was in the room. Going out in the darkness, he groped to the door of the living room, and Ninzu Yushi held his hand: "Are you crazy?"

"Of course I'm not crazy."

There was a man's voice outside the door, and a group of people's voices: "Is there anyone here? We are a photography group who accidentally got lost in the mountains. If you are worried, we can provide a driver's license..."

There was a driver's license slipped in from under the door, Yushi Shinozu picked it up, and took a photo with the light of his mobile phone. The portrait on it was neat.

He nodded to Keigo Atobe, and Keigo Atobe stretched out his hand to open the latch, and a dozen people stood outside the door, as if they were too cold: "Thank you..."

These dozens of people came in one after another in order, and Keigo Atobe watched with cold eyes. These people were men and women, all wearing uniforms, and the names of the specific photography studios were written on the uniforms.

Oishi Shuichiro is still the host: "Please sit down here, everyone."

A dozen people nodded in unison: "Thank you."

The leading man was tall and tall. In the middle of the night, the dew was heavy. He still only wore a T-shirt, but he didn't feel a little bit cold.

"Since I'm sorry to bother you, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dahe, and I work in Meipo Studio in Tokyo. These are my colleagues."

Oishi Shuichiro asked eagerly: "In this photography studio, is there a boy named Fujisuke?"

"some."

His face was a little distorted, as if he was trying his best to show pain, but he couldn't achieve what he wanted: "He... something happened."

There was an uproar among the boys: "No, what happened to him?"

Dahe lowered his head: "As you can see, today's fog is so heavy, our car was halfway through, and we had a problem just after entering Kumamoto Prefecture. With such a heavy fog, we dare not drive any further, for fear of something happening. …Then we got off the bus, held hands and wanted to rest in a hotel not far away, but the road was rough and rough, and there were many valleys, but he offered to be at the end of the line, but no one expected , he stumbled and fell down a ravine..."

There was a strange sound in his throat, like swallowing thick phlegm, and the others were in shock and didn't notice it.

Atobe Keigo said: "If you got on and off the road, I do know that there is a hotel there, but it is a full three or four kilometers away from the hotel. How did you get here?"

Dahe seemed to be a little afraid of Keigo Atobe, subconsciously moved a little, Keigo Atobe narrowed his eyes, the sharp eyes seemed to penetrate him.

"I'm going to find Bu Er!"

"I also need to go!"

Dahe said: "I saw that ravine, it's very deep, and the most important thing is that there is a cliff below it, if you really fall, the chance of surviving is almost..."

Probably because of the large number of people here, he didn't finish the following words, but the implication was already obvious.

Not only Youth Academy, but people from other schools stood up: "Fuer-kun must be found, tennis players will not die so easily!"

Atobe Keigo felt the meaningful sight falling on him, and he didn't make any response. He opened the door not because he thought he was acting recklessly, but because he knew that the other party could not hurt him.

Qi Luo's scales were in his body, and Qi Luo didn't bother to take them back. Although the scales couldn't be used by him, they had a natural deterrent effect on ghosts and ghosts.

At this time, the door rang for the second time.

Qingyue's gentle voice shocked everyone.

"Open the door."

Eiji Kikumaru knocked down the candle on the ground: "Fuji..."

Fuji Zhouzhu's voice sounded through a door, he pulled the door knocker on the villa and knocked on the door three times: "Open the door, I am... Fuji Zhouzhu."

"Don't open the door, the person behind the door is not Fuji Zhou who helped us see Fuji fall with our own eyes!"

A woman screamed sharply: "He is a ghost, he is a ghost!"

The people in the photography studio were in a mess, trying desperately to stop the person who opened the door: "I know you are all worried about Fuji-kun, but keep your eyes open and don't put strange things in, or everyone will be in danger !"

Several boys who came forward to open the door hesitated.

They are indeed worried about Fujisuke's comfort, but it doesn't mean they want to bring a terrible crisis to their companions here.Akutagawa Jirou opened his eyes without a trace of drowsiness, and hurriedly grabbed Keigo Atobe: "I remembered—I remembered what Abe said!"

Fuji Zhouzhu outside the door was asking, "What's the matter? Are you not there? Can the people inside hear me?"

Akutagawa Jiro was covered in sweat: "I remembered what my aunt said to me. She said that the monster didn't die. It was just sealed back then. It took a lot of the elite power of the Tsuchimikado family to seal the parasitic moth in Yahara——Kumamoto Prefecture, this is here, this place..."

"So is he the best assistant?"

Kikumaru Eiji squatted down in a breakdown: "How could this happen? He is such a nice person..."

Takashi Kawamura looked firm, looking at the racket in the corner: "Whether he is perfect or not, just let me go out and have a look..."

Dahe hurriedly stopped him: "Student, you heard it just now. If you put it in, this monster who doesn't know what it is will definitely kill everyone here! You don't want anything to happen to Fuji, but Are the people outside the door really the only ones!"