Tokyo Ghost Diary

Bloody flowers scattered like rain in the venue, centered on the headless man.

But strangely, it did not splash on anyone, but left little dark red spots on the ground between the seats and the gaps between the seats.

Tachibana Akina's breathing was stagnant, and she stared at the headless body that fell back on the seat, her face turning pale slightly.

As the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, she has absolutely no shortage of worldly experiences. She has seen human corpses before, and she has seen quite a lot of them, but this is indeed the first time she has seen such a miserable death.

And more importantly, that person's head suddenly exploded and died without any warning! Listen to the loud noise just now, and look at the miserable condition of the strong man now... Is it a large-caliber sniper rifle? Is there a sniper rifle aiming at the scene? Everyone sitting in the venue is exposed to a sniper rifle barrel that may pull the trigger at any time?

Tachibana Akina turned her head stiffly to look at Sasaki Ayane beside her, only to see that her friend, who had been dazzling everyone since childhood, looked as usual, with only a slight frown on her eyebrows.

"Ayane-chan..." Tachibana Akina called her in an extremely small voice. Sasaki Ayane looked sideways and saw her friend's pale face. She paused, then reached out to grab Tachibana Akina's hand and comforted her. : "Don't be nervous."

In fact, just when the strong man stood up and said the word "demon sword", the temperature in the venue dropped instantly, Sasaki Ayane had already realized what kind of occasion this was.

The auction is true, and it is true that you can participate by paying money, but the main target audience of this auction is not ordinary people. As for why ordinary people can come in... The purpose of the organizer is to make money, not to please extraordinary people.

In this world, money comes first, not extraordinary people. Not long ago, after Sasaki Ayane realized the other side of the world, her grandfather Sasaki Shinichiro told her that there is no need to yearn for the extraordinary. Compared with what she already has, The supernatural powers possessed by most extraordinary beings in the world are not worth mentioning.

At a time when extraordinary people can also be killed by hot weapons, having money can not only make ghosts push the mill, but also allow extraordinary people to "pull the mill", especially those extraordinary people who are awakened from the lower classes of society. Without the support of background, at least More than half of them will become thugs used by some big forces to do dirty things.

The definition of strength is never just your own strength.

Just like those famous ministers and brave generals in ancient times, even a mediocre king will have countless capable people and strangers under him who are willing to fight to the death for him.

Of course, there is no need to respect extraordinary people, but they must not be underestimated. After all, compared to ordinary people, they at least have "swords" that can resist at any time, especially those extraordinary people who often deal with ghosts. Much less scruples...

Although her thoughts were a little divergent, Sasaki Ayane's attention was still mostly focused on the venue at the moment. After all, although she felt that the strong man's death was because of the "crossing the line" words he said earlier and breaking the rules, but The world of extraordinary beings cannot be judged by ordinary theories. After all, the proportion of lunatics here is much higher than that in the outside world.

But fortunately, things did not turn to the bad side. In the solemn atmosphere, the auctioneer on the stage suddenly smiled.

His voice was amplified by the loudspeaker and reverberated in every corner of the venue: "The headless gentleman is right. Everyone is here to buy things, not to listen to nonsense, so... let's skip those headless things. The meaningful link - the auction, begins."

"Here's our first auction item!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, a woman in kimono walked out of the side door carrying a black wooden plate. She placed the black wooden plate on the display stand and immediately turned around and walked back to the side door.

The auctioneer gestured to the lot on the black wooden plate with his hand and said loudly: "Antique - porcelain Geisha doll, unknown year, unknown location, safe condition, starting price of five million US dollars, no increase in price allowed each time Less than $50,000.”

The auctioneer smiled and said, "Everyone, you can start."

Even the headless corpse was not disposed of. The auction officially started with the smell of blood.

A porcelain geisha doll whose year is unknown, where it was unearthed, whose origin is unknown, and who even doesn’t know if it was produced last week, dares to sell for five million dollars? No, the starting price is five million US dollars! Crazy?

This was the first thought that came to Tachibana Akina's mind after the auctioneer finished speaking. Then the next thing she thought about was, didn't anyone come to take away the body?

"Five million and one million."

Someone asked for a price.

"Five hundred and fifteen."

There are still people following me. Is this money laundering?

Tachibana Akina swallowed. This auction that was full of weirdness made her want to run away, but the scene where the strong man's head suddenly exploded made her afraid to make any eye-catching movements.

She quietly took out her phone and looked at the interface. Sure enough, there was no signal.

Tachibana Akina took a deep breath and secretly made up her mind that she would never buy anything in this auction, and she would never bid once. She would just go with the flow and leave as soon as it was over!

In fact, Tachibana Akina was not the only ordinary person at the scene, and most of those people had the same thoughts as Tachibana Akina.

It's just that in their view, the suspicious item on the stage at the moment is not the same in the eyes of another group of people——

"Oh, the starting price for a second-level load-bearing object is five million, which is a bit conscientious." Asaha Nobuichi crossed his legs, as relaxed as if he were watching a movie in a cinema, except that he didn't have a bucket of popcorn at hand.

After hearing his words, Hoshino Gen, who had his hands in his pockets, couldn't help but glance at him: "Level 2? How is it defined?"

"It's simple. The special task force has four shelters. Generally, after receiving the load, it will be placed in the corresponding shelter according to the degree of danger. Place number 1 is the safest, and place 4 is the most dangerous. Like you, my Muramasa Demon sword-level carriers like the Onikiri belong to the third level."

Hoshino Gen nodded in understanding, and then couldn't help but ask: "Does your special task force have Level 4 people?"

"Yes, there are three in total." Asaha Shinichi turned his head and smiled at him: "And it is said that the three fourth-level load-bearing objects were stored there before the establishment of the special task force, and later the No. 4 shelter , was also built on the same site without touching the three objects. It can even be said that the so-called Shelter No. 4 exists just for those three objects."

"Guess, what are those three things?"

'...' Hoshino Yuan thought for a while and said: "Three artifacts?"

Qian Yuxin smiled and said nothing. He stretched, then raised his number plate No. 43 and shouted loudly: "Six million!"