Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

At present, those "slit-mouthed female cosplay enthusiasts" have been gathered together by the sheriff, which greatly facilitates Lenari.

This is a remote medium-sized underground parking lot with many entrances and exits, heavy doors, and complete ventilation, lighting, fire protection and other equipment, but there is no sign of being put into use, which makes people doubt the real purpose of this place.

After secretly observing this group of cross-dressing big men - yes, all cross-dressing big men, no girls mixed in - for a long time, Lenari found a person who was different from others in the crowd.

The man wore a baseball cap, short hair, and the brim of the hat was pressed down very low. He wore a simple white T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, and carried a large single-shoulder travel bag.

Perhaps Lenari's gaze stayed for too long, the man seemed to pace a few steps naturally, raised his head slightly, and his eyes under the brim of the hat were facing Lenari.

At an angle that others just couldn't see, the man raised his right hand, raised his index finger, silently gestured a silent gesture, then lowered his head and naturally pressed the brim of his hat.

Lenari guessed that this person might be an undercover agent temporarily mixed in by Team 7, because the sheriffs who were watching from a distance looked at him with slightly different eyes, and because of his travel bag, Lenari's dark domain could not extend into it, so naturally he could not see the contents.

Lenari was very curious, how would Team 7 deal with such an almost unsolvable weirdness as the Slit-mouthed Woman? The result of this question will directly affect Lenari's future life policy.

Because when the sheriffs first gathered these people, they directly drew their guns, as if they would shoot them immediately if they disagreed with them, most of the cross-dressing bosses cooperated very well, and the few troublemakers did not dare to act rashly.

After all, the sheriffs did not consider their tolerance at all, and directly put the tragic death scenes of several club members in front of them, asking them to cooperate in arresting the "serial killer".

Although many people have complaints about such an obvious "entrapment plan", in front of the muzzle of the pistol with the safety on, they can only pretend to believe what the sheriffs said, "We have a complete and feasible plan."

…

A few hours later, the commotion and dissatisfaction of the crowd intensified.

Suddenly, someone screamed.

A masked woman wearing a coat, with a graceful figure and extremely charming eyebrows and eyes, suddenly appeared in the crowd without any warning. She held a huge pair of scissors in her hand, which flashed with cold light, and immediately aimed at the throat of the guy standing closest, stabbing fiercely.

In a flash, the baseball cap youth who was suspected to be an undercover agent of the seventh team opened the travel bag hanging on his left shoulder, took out a square black box, opened the lid, and shouted: "Collect!"

Before she finished speaking, the slit-mouthed woman froze, her body twisted and stretched, like the undispersed paint swept away by the toilet, spinning and being sucked into the black box.

"Bang——"

The young man suspected to be an undercover agent of Team 7 quickly closed the lid, fastened the lock, and took out a roll of cloth with dense runes painted on it, and rolled it around the black box again and again, changing the angle, until the box was wrapped several times fatter.

After a moment, the young man in the baseball cap tied a knot at the bottom of the cloth and patted the box with satisfaction.

He leaned over to pick up the travel bag that fell to the ground, put the box into it, zipped it up, and hung it back on his left shoulder. He protected the travel bag with one hand and gestured to the sheriffs who noticed the movement and looked over nervously with the other hand: "Done!"

The sheriffs who had their pistol safety on relaxed one after another, and while turning off the safety, they shouted to help maintain order.

——Some people were frightened to pee on the spot, some were paralyzed, and some ran away without thinking.

Lenari silently turned his gaze away from the travel bag and secretly decided that from now on, he must work hard to "be a good person".

The data registration had been completed before, and the members of the "Women's Clothing Club" present were severely criticized through a loud speaker, and then signed a confidentiality agreement one by one, and then were rudely dismissed.

Under the appearance of peace on Green Star, the world in secret has never been safe.

The profession of sheriff has always been at the top of the list of dangerous professions. Accordingly, the Green Star Federation has given it greater rights to act at its own convenience. Smiling service does not exist.

The incident of the slit-mouthed woman has officially ended, and Lenari's work has just begun.

After removing the special effects makeup for the crack on his face, Lenari opened the bedroom door, slipped to the reception sofa booth on the side of the office, picked up the dozing Lucia, and asked Groot with a questioning look in his eyes: "They used a small black cubic box to capture the cracked girl in a flash. What is that?" Hearing this, Groot put down the newspaper in surprise and said: "Sealed secret box?But doesn't that box require the monster to be stuffed into it manually? "

Lenari controlled the shadows and transformed them into little people, demonstrating the scene on the coffee table.

Groot pondered for a moment, picked up the newspaper again, and said with emotion: "It seems that Team Seven has found a 'professional counterpart' of the superpower, and can finally effectively use those sealed secret boxes with a cost of 100 million yuan, instead of letting them gather dust in the warehouse."

Lenari was silent, and said to himself: "Superpower?"

"Yeah." Groot buried his head in reading the news, explaining, "Superpowers are all kinds of strange, just like ghost stories, there is only what you can't think of, and almost nothing you can't do."

"That superpower, the superpower should be something like 'putting a specific target into a container', and with the embarrassing 'anti-monster artifact' made by the General Administration of Team Seven a few years ago, it really became a genuine 'anti-monster artifact'. ”

“This means that many tricky anomalies are no longer unsolvable, which is a great thing!”

At this time, Lucia, who was in Lenari’s arms, woke up in a daze. She only heard the last sentence and yawned and said, “Then do you want to celebrate?”

Groot smiled helplessly: “Okay! It just so happens that a commission has been successfully completed. Let’s go to dinner tonight!”

“Great!” Lucia cheered.

“Great! " Lenari also cheered. - Human food is really great!

...

The boring follow-up surveillance work lasted for nearly half a month while Lenari ate snacks and watched anime.

That night, in a food stall box where friends were gathering, Lenari finally heard the key words for the first time.

"...Hiccup, that bastard," a member of the women's clothing club complained while drunk, "He said he was going to hold a, hiccup, slit-mouthed female cosplay prank competition, and he paid, hiccup, a sum of money, hiccup, and he seriously asked to take, hiccup, take pictures of the frightened people, hiccup, and the sheriff, hiccup, checked and found no such person...ton ton ton..."

"You drank too much, don't drink anymore..." the friend advised helplessly.

Looking at the drunken and unconscious appearance of this person, Lenari suddenly had an idea and whispered in his ear: "Do you still remember the online name of that person? ”

“Hiccup, of course…hiccup, that bastard, bastard, hiccup, called, weird, weird story weaver… snore…”