I Create Urban Legends In Tokyo

　　 ["Okay, don't waste time, bring that person here." Hongyin said with a grin, but there was anxiety deep in his eyes. The Qing pheasant's words made him nervous, and he was obviously afraid of something. 】

　　 Shinji Shinhara looked at the plot generated by the notepad text, he was not surprised.

The subpage of 　　 Hell Girl will naturally record the story of the person who contacted the Hell Girl.

　　 But just now, the student named Luren Eguchi has been taken to the Metropolitan Police Department.

　　 Without even being interrogated, he was directly locked up in the detention room.

　　 And when the Jiangkou Luren is in one place, and there is no movement for a long time, and there is no story, the notebook will not record it.

　　 But the story continues now, because the scarecrow, who belongs to the Eguchi Riku people, was held in the hand by a woman named Koike Oto.

　　 This happened a few days ago. There was a student who was in school and sat in a chair for a long time. After no story happened, the notepad stopped generating text.

　　 Because the student forgot to bring the scarecrow with him, the perspective of the story was placed on the scarecrow.

　　 If there is no plot story next to the scarecrow, then notepad will really stop the text generation.

　　 Before, Shinji Kamahara thought this function was very powerful. He even researched whether he could monitor the situation in various areas with a notebook.

　　 It's a pity that I think so beautifully.

　　 The text generation of the sub-page of the notepad is always related to the person who is encountering the urban legend. This is uncontrollable.

　　 Moreover, the text generation of the subpages can only record the language and emotions, and cannot present the thoughts in the mind.

　　 But even so, in the view of Shinji Kamahara, the function of notepad is powerful enough.

　　 When "Sight in the Cracks" generated subpages before, he thought that the generated story was too depressing, so he only read a few pages.

　　 But the current situation has let him know that maybe he will have to pay close attention to these stories in the future. If you can't say it, important information will be revealed.

　　 like now...

　　 He has been wondering whether there is anything extraordinary in this world.

　　 Now he is sure that there is indeed a transcendent existence.

　　 Because in the conversation between these people just now, they talked about spiritual power and also talked about special classes. But the details are not detailed, because the attention of these people is all in this weird incident of the **** girl.

　　 This makes Shinji Kamahara a little nervous, can these people eliminate the **** girl?

　　 He thought, but his eyes still focused on the story on this page.

　　 Shinjuku District, Linjing District.

　　 As the red tone spoke, members of the Metropolitan Police Department outside quickly brought in a middle-aged man.

　　 As soon as he entered the door and saw the red tone, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of hostility, and his strong resentment made his eyes bloodshot and red.

　　 Qing pheasant looked at each other up and down, and said strangely, "An ordinary person hates you so much? What did you do?"

　　 "I killed his son." Hong Yin yawned. "Who do you think he hates me?"

Koike sound next to 　　 looked at each other suspiciously.

　　 On the other hand, Shutaku didn't have any emotions, he obviously understood the situation.

　　 "Weird incident?" Qing Pheasant is not in a hurry at this time. He understands Hong Yin. This guy will not attack ordinary people for no reason, so he directly asked.

　　 is not to be curious, but to learn some information.

　　 Maybe he will encounter in the future, if there is enough information, then there is no need for trial and error by himself or his assistant.

　　 After all, every trial and error, there is a risk of death.

Hong Yin scratched his head without concealing it. He bluntly said, "At that time, I was out shopping, and then I sensed a faint breath attached to the students. You know, when I joined the special class, it was weird. Very hateful."

　　 Hearing this, Qing pheasant nodded.

　　 Hongyin's parents died in the weird hands. If the other party can escape, it is still lucky enough.

　　 So, the red tone at the time was not the same as the humorous and annoying appearance at that time, the other party was still very gloomy at that time.

　　 Almost as soon as a weird incident occurred, the other party volunteered to investigate. At that time, Hongyin was still clamoring to eliminate the weird innocent guys in the world.

　　 Now... he was beaten up weirdly, he no longer had such unrealistic thoughts.

　　 Since then, the special class found weird and wanted to find the other party to investigate. Hong Yin has countless reasons to shirk.

　　 If it weren't for this weird incident, it would be his turn according to the turn.

　　 Qing Pheasant did not speak, he motioned to Hong Yin to continue.

"At that time, I followed that student to the house. Then I was discovered, and then I killed him." When Hong Yin said this, a look of doubt rose in his eyes. Even now, he didn't understand what the weird thing was, "Death. Before, the student shouted "found" and died."

　　 To be honest, I want to come to Hongyin now and I still have a little admiration for myself at that time.

　　 When encountering weirdness, just go straight up.

survey? What is that stuff! Mang is over.

　　 "As for what the weirdness is, I don't know. After the student died, the weirdness disappeared. If you want to know, you can go to the special class to check the information yourself. Maybe this weirdness has already been investigated."

　　 "But I found out that the student actually died very early."

　　 "You fart! Obviously you, it was you who killed my son." The middle-aged man stared at Hong Yin, his face with a hideous look, "You murderer, executioner!"

Hong Yin didn't try to defend, but sneered, "Yes, I killed your son. Now...give you a chance to take revenge, did you see that computer? The website above is **** communication, as long as you write me on it Name, I will go to hell."

　　 "You guy finally admitted it!" The middle-aged man was emotional, UU reading www. uukanshu.com The two Metropolitan Police Department men almost couldn't hold him. He scolded loudly, "You worms, scumbags, he admits it, why didn't you catch him?"

　　 The atmosphere is a little silent.

　　 "You go out first." Hong Yin waved his hand.

　　 Green Pheasant took Koike sound, who was still a little confused, and went straight out. Xiaoshu Taku followed, and the two Metropolitan Police Department members hesitated for a while and let go of the middle-aged man.

　　 "Oh? Shall we come out too?" After leaving the house, Koike sound asked questioningly.

　　 "There is a weird item in the special class." Qing pheasant said lightly, "That item is called a death file. As long as you prepare a photo, add your name and height, you can die instantly."

　　 "So, regardless of whether it is me or the red tone, it is usually the code name. Our real name belongs to the highest authority, and no one can consult it except the head of the special section."

　　 "Then...what about the person just now?"

　　 The person in Koike's mouth naturally refers to the middle-aged man just now. After all, what **** communication needs to enter is the name of the person who resents.

　　 Qing Pheasant did not speak.

　　 Seeing this, there was a chill in Koike's heart.

　　 After all, she had just joined the special class, and only served as the assistant of the green pheasant for a few days. There is something soft and unbearable in the heart. This is not the Virgin, but the goodness in the heart of man.

　　 On the contrary, the small tree next to Taku also held up his glasses, and glanced at Koike sound.

　　He slowly said, "Mr. Ueki has had mental problems since the death of his son. He spends all his time drinking and making troubles, and he will beat and kick his wife when he comes home, so..."

　　 Koikeon glanced at the other person, and she knew that Assistant Xiaoshu was comforting herself.

　　 It's just...this comfort, it's better not to speak.