I Create Urban Legends In Tokyo

　　 Borrow the bathroom to take a bath?

　　 Hearing this, Shinji Kamahara's face was startled, and his expression was slightly startled.

　　 Are you not satisfied with borrowing things?

　　 Obviously, the weirdness in front of me has entered the second stage.

　　 He started to invade the neighbor’s family.

　　 Shinji Kamahara didn't say a word, he knew it was useless to refuse. Now he wants to try, what will happen if he doesn't respond?

　　 One minute later, he silently watched Mr. Matsune step into his home and watched him enter the bathroom.

　　 Obviously, even if it doesn’t respond. The other party will come in directly.

　　 Sitting on the sofa in the living room, listening to the sound of bathing in the bathroom, Shinji Kamahara held his mobile phone expressionlessly and looked at the time.

　　 When Mr. Matsiuchi came out, his hair did not feel wet and his clothes did not change at all.

　　 It's as if the other party just went in for a while.

　　 "Kamihara-san, thank you very much." Mr. Matsune smiled, and he bowed to thank him.

"You're welcome."

　　 Shinji Kamahara responded coldly, holding his phone and looking at the time.

　　 From entering to exiting, it happened to be ten minutes.

　　 Every minute is not bad.

　　 "Then I won't bother you." Mr. Matsuuchi's politeness couldn't escape the problem, he bowed slightly, and went out with a gratifying smile.

　　 Shinji Shinhara sits on the sofa and observes with spiritual power.

　　 A minute or two later, Mr. Matsune went out and he pressed the doorbell for 2003.

　　 "Who?"

　　 "Mrs. Tanaka is me."

　　 "It turned out to be Mr. Matsuuchi, what's the matter?"

　　 "Mrs. Tanaka, I'm sorry. The shower facility at home is broken. Can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"

　　 "Of course you can, come in quickly."

"Thank you."

　　 Hearing the voice, Shinji Kamahara was silent.

After 　　, when Mr. Matsuuchi went to the 21st floor, Shinji Kamahara followed.

　　 As she expected, he saw that the other party jumped over Mr. Nakano's house again without ringing the doorbell.

　　 What happened to the gift box in Mr. Kasuna’s house? He has determined that the number of gift boxes is related to human lives.

　　 Is the landlord included? But this is more than one hundred and seventy-eight people.

　　 The next day, when Shinji Kamahara finished participating in the club activities and went home and just finished dinner, the doorbell rang again.

　　 "Kamihara-san, the kitchen utensils in my kitchen are broken, can I have a meal at your house?"

"no."

　　 Shinji Kamahara looked at each other silently. He knew it was useless to refuse, but he really didn't want to eat with Weird.

　　 Sure enough, Mr. Matsuuchi came in anyway.

　　 The other party took the bowl and chopsticks to serve the rice, and then ate with relish.

　　 When ten minutes was up, Mr. Matsuuchi stood up and bowed slightly to express his gratitude, "Kamihara-san, thank you for the hospitality."

　　 After finishing speaking, he went out without helping to wash the dishes. Obviously, today is Cengfan, or borrowing food.

　　 Looking at Mr. Matsuuchi's back, Shinji Kamahara frowned slightly. What would happen if he didn't cook today?

　　 wrong...

　　 The other party came to his house to eat, not to eat with him.

　　 The two meanings are not the same.

　　 Just as he was thinking, he heard another voice coming from outside.

　　 "Mrs. Tanaka, the kitchen utensils in my kitchen are broken. Can I have a meal at your house?"

　　 "Oh, my husband and I just finished our meal. If you come here early, Songnaesan will be fine. But it's okay, I'll make you some more food."

　　 The conversation sounded in my ears, and Shinji Kamahara knew it.

　　 Even if these neighbors have eaten, as long as Mr. Matsuuchi comes, he will cook another meal for him.

　　 Although there are some doubts, he still doesn't understand, but he knows most of Mr. Matsuuchi's laws.

　　 This is the information in exchange for three lives.

　　Then what he should consider now is **** and contain the weird Mr. Matsuuchi.

　　 On the afternoon of the third day, the doorbell rang again.

　　 Shinji Kamahara opened the door and looked at Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him. He didn't even smile at all, "What's the matter?"

　　 "Kamihara-san, the bed at home is broken. Can I take a nap at your house?"

"Can."

　　 nodded blankly, Shinji Kamahara watched him walk to the guest room. Then he lay directly on the bed and closed his eyes, as if he had just fallen asleep.

　　 Ten minutes later, Mr. Matsuchi came out of the guest room.

　　 He still looks like that, bowing, saying thank you, but doing something like a bully.

　　 The fourth day.

　　Dingdong——

　　 As soon as Mr. Matsuuchi pressed the doorbell, the door opened.

　　 In the next second, Shinji Kamahara stared at the other person, "What are you going to borrow this time?"

　　 "I really apologize to Kamihara-san, there is a small financial problem at home, can you lend me fifty thousand yen?"

　　 Borrow money?

　　 A thought came to mind, Shinji Kamahara's face was solemn.

　　 looked at each other, for some reason, he seemed to be able to see the deep malice hidden behind that humble smile.

　　 Shinji Kamahara nodded slowly, "Okay."

　　 I borrowed 50,000 yen from Mr. Matsuuchi.

　　 Ten minutes later, Mr. Matsunai returned 50,000 yen to him on time.

　　 Holding fifty thousand yen in his hand, Shinji Kamahara felt urgency in his heart. He has an ominous hunch.

I am afraid…

　　 Tomorrow Mr. Matsudai will borrow something beyond his estimation, or he already knows what the other party is going to borrow from the bottom of his heart.

　　 On the fifth day, Shinji Kamahara came back from the Metropolitan Police Department, and he frowned.

　　 In the past few days, he would come to the Metropolitan Police Department every time.

　　 The main purpose is to use the power of the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate whether there have been any murders by neighbors in recent months or years.

　　 The answer is yes, but most of them are just pure neighbours killing people.

　　 Unlike Mr. Matsuuchi, the other party directly expanded the concept of neighbors to the entire apartment building.

　　 Of course, he also knows that it is very likely that the Metropolitan Police Department is not qualified to record strange events.

　　 After all, the special class is for the weird department. If he wants to know, he has to contact the special class.

　　 rubbed his eyebrows, Shinji Kamahara knew. If you contacted the special section to inquire about the information, you would definitely not be able to conceal the weirdness of Mr. Matsuuchi.

　　 He didn't talk to Hong Yin before, so naturally he was selfish.

　　 He wants to contain the opponent alone, but now it seems that the rule is almost the investigation, but **** the weird is the biggest and most central issue.

　　 Humans cannot kill weirdness, only weirdness can kill weirdness.

　　 Looking at the orange-red setting sun that was falling gradually, and the earth was bright red, Shinji Kamahara murmured, "If only I was weird."

　　 This is the first time he has this idea.

　　The monitors live in this world, and they are all struggling.

　　 Ordinary people are even more difficult. Fortunately, they don’t know the desperate thing like weird, which may also be a kind of happiness.

　　 Soon, Shinji Kamahara returned home.

　　 Within a few minutes...

　　 Ding Dong! ——

　　 Shinji Kamahara's eyelids twitched, but his face was still calm.

　　 came to the door and looked at Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him, his body stretched subconsciously, "What's the matter?"

　　 Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him, with a humble smile that has not changed for years. Hearing the question, he said directly, "Kamihara-san, can you lend me your heart?"

　　 Such terrifying words are said to be understatement, as if the borrowed things are trivial.

　　 Even if he was mentally prepared, Shinji Kamahara couldn't help but grow gloomy when he heard this.

　　 At this time, he found a detail.

　　 When Ms. Matsuuchi borrowed things before, he would make excuses. Now I don't even look for excuses.

　　 Shinji Kamahara was silent, he didn't want to talk at all.

　　 But in an instant, his face changed slightly.

　　 At this time, Mr. Matsuuchi, without a response from himself, had already stretched out his hand.

　　 He tried before, if he didn’t respond, there would be a one-minute idle time.

　　 As a result, this time, the other party didn't wait for him to answer at all.

　　 Looking at the hand extended by Mr. Matsuuchi, Shinji Kamahara stared at the opponent.

　　 Unfortunately, it's useless at all.

　　 He couldn't even stop Mr. Matsune for a moment.

　　 However, Shinji Kamahara was not disappointed. When Chiba was throwing coins for nothing, the memory of twenty-two days could tell the existence of the small eyes.

　　 And Mr. Matsuchi in front of him belongs to an existence with a depth of information beyond the power of the coin of destiny.

　　 When thinking in his head, a cold feeling came from his chest.

　　 The next moment, Shinji Kamahara snorted, but he couldn't scream, and a heart-piercing pain came. He made his whole body and even his brain tremble uncontrollably.

　　 The **** heart was pulsating in Mr. Matsudai's hand.

　　 Soon, Mr. Matsuuchi returned to his home.

　　 One minute later, Shinji Kamahara stood up, but sat again at the entrance, although the pain subsided. But the pain in the memory made his cheek twitch.

　　 hiss...

　　 Shinji Kamahara inhaled, remembering that he felt numb to death before, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

　　 The next moment, he hasn't eased from the pain, as if feeling something, he raised his head suddenly.

at this time…

　　Mr. Matsuuchi is standing outside the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if the door is open, he presses the doorbell as usual.

　　Dingdong——

　　 Mr. Matsuuchi did not look at Shinji Kamahara, he seemed to be waiting for something.

"mother."

　　 Hearing a timid voice coming from behind, Shinji Kamahara turned his head and saw the big and small body of the small eye staggering out.

　　 eyes of different sizes are looking at him in a daze.

　　Small eyes, are they also in the scope of the homicide rule?

　　 Shinji Shinhara's thoughts turned sharply.

　　 is also right... Xiaoyan hasn't been in the notebook, and I watch cartoons in the living room every day.

　　 It seems that one of the one hundred and seventy-eight boxes has a small eye.

"Come in."

　　 After not thinking for too long, Shinji Kamahara touched the pendant on his neck and directly forced his small eye into the notepad.

　　 As soon as the small eyes entered the notepad, Mr. Matsuchi's body stiffened.

　　 In the next second, he moved directly back to his room.

　　 Seeing this, Shinji Kamahara breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Notepad is still the best.

　　 can't drag on any longer...

　　 Shinji Kamahara picked up his cell phone and dialed the red tone number.

　　 As a result, no one answered for a long time. He thought that this guy seemed to be training a course to master resentment.

　　 After thinking about it, he pressed the number and contacted Qing Pheasant.

　　 has not been connected yet, Shinji Kamahara's heart is shocked. He slowly raised his head and saw Mr. Matsune outside the door again.

　　Dingdong——

　　 The crisp doorbell sounds like a reminder at the moment.

　　 "Kamihara-san, can you lend me your heart?"

　　 Mr. Matsuuchi lowered his head and looked at Shinji Kamahara who was sitting at the entrance. The humble smile, looking at it at the moment, was extremely mocking.

　　 dead... loop?