I Create Urban Legends In Tokyo

　　 It was when the two of Ao Pheasant and Hong Yin in Shinjuku were in a state of confusion.

　　 Shinji Kamahara, far away in Meguro district, looked at the text on the notepad.

　　 There is surprise in his eyes...

　　 This guy code-named Hongyin, has come back from hell?

　　 incredible!

　　 However, he was not too shocked. Qing Pheasant and Hong Yin, who dared to investigate the Hell Girl incident, obviously possessed extraordinary powers.

　　 It's just that, depending on the situation, these two people just came to investigate. Didn't it come to destroy Yan Mo'ai?

　　 Before, he thought that Qing pheasant and Hong Yin were here to destroy Yan Mo'ai, and he was still a little nervous. But after watching the scenes, the nervous mood has also been calmed down.

　　 These two people just came to investigate.

　　Investigation and elimination are still worlds apart.

　　 In addition to the stories he had already recorded in the notebook, he got some scattered information.

　　 Although piecemeal, the combination of this information made him feel awe-inspiring.

　　Special lessons, spiritual power, weirdness, rules...

　　The most important message is that these two people call Yan Moai weird, and weirdness cannot be killed.

　　 No matter who it is, as long as the strange rules can't find the rules of the strange killing rules, then they can't escape.

　　 If you can't escape, naturally you will die.

　　 These information are the information he got from the notepad when Xiaoshu Takuya gave Koikeyin's science popularization.

　　 This made him re-recognize the world, but at the same time it was a little dignified.

　　Because in addition to the "line of sight in the cracks" and the "Hell Girl", there are the same existences as these two.

　　 Doesn't that mean that he is also exposed to danger all the time.

　　 After all, whether it is "Sight in the Crack" or "Hell Girl", they all use weird and unpredictable rules to kill. It is easy for ordinary people to die of unfaithfulness without knowing it.

　　 Can you imagine that if you just look at an eyeball photo from the Internet, you will die?

　　 Can you know that a person who resents himself just enters his name on a website and he goes to **** by himself?

　　 And when you die, you don’t even know why you died.

　　Think about it a little bit, and Shinji Kamahara feels a little nervous.

　　 looked at the pages of the story from the notepad before, he had no real feelings, just like reading a novel.

　　 Someone died unexpectedly, he would only watch calmly, without any sympathy.

　　 Even if he knew that this story happened in reality, but didn't find it in front of him, he didn't feel anything.

　　 Of course, this is also related to the fact that all the dead are wicked.

　　 But at this moment, he put himself in the position, and now his heart is full of crisis.

　　 At this moment, Shinji Kamahara has a sense of urgency.

　　 "I have to improve my strength quickly."

　　 He had this idea in his heart, and if he wanted to increase his strength, he could only increase his spiritual power.

　　 But he obviously didn't know that the improvement of spiritual power only had an effect on ghosts and wraiths.

　　 Hongyin and Green Pheasant can survive the weird event because they themselves have become weird objects or weird containers.

　　 However, although his heart was urgent, Shinji Kamahara did not do it the first time.

　　 In the month that he had just crossed, he was hung over his head, threatened by a sword of Damocles called death all the time.

　　 Although a little breathless this month, it also made his character change a bit.

　　 He turned to the second mother page of the notepad, looked at the four characters of the blood-colored **** girl, and tapped twice with his finger.

"what's up?"

　　 There was no mood swing, and a strange voice came from the side. Yan Moai still had that expression, as if she was always in peace.

　　 "This person is not dead." Shinji Kamahara pointed to the red tone on the subpage.

　　 He called out Yan Moai, just to know how this guy codenamed Hongyin came back from hell.

　　 "He's dead." Yan Mo'ai followed Shinji Shinji's fingers and said flatly.

　　 "Not dead, still alive."

"he died."

　　 "No..." Shinji Kamahara suddenly reacted, feeling that the two of them were the same as the children, and couldn't help holding their foreheads.

　　 He did not continue to go to the bar, but looked at Yan Moai, "Are you sure?"

　　 He thinks that Yan Moai is the weirdness of Tokyo, and can wander around Tokyo, so he must know that Hongyin is not dead, but continues to live.

　　 "His soul is still in hell."

　　 Hearing this, Shinji Kamahara couldn't help thinking. He knew that Yan Moai would not lie to himself, because he created the other party.

　　 Then the problem appeared in Yan Moai's killing rules.

　　 According to the settings, skip the previous steps.

　　 After Yan Moai sends the soul of the resentful person to hell, as long as the soul of the other person is still in hell, then in Yan Moai's view, it is already dead.

　　 Even if I know that the other person is back to reality, continue to live. But the soul is still in hell, Yan Moai will not kill the other party again.

　　 Because Yan Moai also has to follow the rules, she has fulfilled the contract and sent Hong Yin to hell.

　　 That... As long as Hong Yin's soul is still in hell, she naturally has no reason to look for Hong Yin.

　　 "I see." Shinji Kamahara nodded, he didn't continue to say anything, he had his own guess in his heart.

　　 So according to this situation, the red tone's abilities should be somewhat special.

　　 Could it be... how many parts can the other party split the soul into?

　　 Or, the other party has the ability to die?

　　 Or... when your spiritual power reaches a certain stage, can you derive various abilities?

　　 This last point, you need to experiment by yourself.

　　 But in no hurry, he turned to the page that belonged to the Eguchi Luren, at this time the other party's scarecrow was still in the hands of Xiao Chi Yin.

　　 From this page, he can still observe the movements of the red tone and the green pheasant.

　　 Tonight, he decided not to do anything, so he peeped.

　　……

　　 Late at night, in an apartment building in Oimachi, Shinagawa District.

　　 At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Shinkawa Chie is wearing pajamas and lying on the bed. She took her mobile phone and yawned. Although she was sleepy, she was excited.

　　 Tonight was the live broadcast of the magic boy, but when the live broadcast was on the way, it was blocked.

　　 Of course...In addition to the live broadcast, the video posted by the other party's station n also disappeared.

　　What does this mean? Shinkawa Chie is very clear.

　　 Does **** girl really exist? Otherwise, there is no need for the official to block.

　　 After all, in the past, some urban legends were spread so widely, and even when they were extremely hot, they did not see any official action.

　　 Why is it special today?

　　 Although she hasn't really seen a girl from hell, with this information, she vaguely believes in the authenticity.

　　咚咚咚...

　　 Just when Shinkawa Chie planned to continue discussing the Hell Girl with netizens on the Internet, a knock came from outside the door.

"what is the matter."

　　 There are only parents at home, but it's almost midnight now. My parents are going to work tomorrow, why would they knock on her door?

　　 But Shinkawa Chie didn't doubt anything.

　 　 There was no answer outside the door, she had no choice but to get out of the bed. Turn on the light, come to the door, and open the door.

　　 After opening the door, Chie Shinkawa's pupils shrank.

　　 "You...who are you?"

　　 is different from the light in the bedroom, and the door is dark outside.

　　 The darkness enveloped a strange woman, who was thin and slender with her head drooping.

　　 Shinkawa Chie was frightened, and she subconsciously shouted. But the next moment, she had divine eyes and lost her light.

　　 The unfamiliar woman is like a cold machine, her slightly stiff head slowly lifted up, her eyes staring at Shinkawa Chie like a ball of thread.

　　 "Number seven, it's your turn."