I Am Liked by Non-human Beings and Surrounded by Barrage

So although Jia Luo regrets that he doesn't have a sixth sense, the "simple decipherer" skill is sometimes ineffective.

Especially when the "Simple Decryptor" skill is activated, the system will suddenly startle Jia Luo and tell him that although you are confused, you still subconsciously find something wrong.

Therefore, Jia Luo expressed doubts about the usefulness of this skill.

He wasn't sure if he was jumpy or if something was really wrong.

However, as the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you.

Although Jia Luo has always felt that God is a thief, he closes the door and opens the window for others. Isn't this the only way for people to open the window?

Jia Luo still thinks that the bullet screen will change when it encounters supernatural power. It is not like a bullet screen body protection. It requires the audience to send out a large number of bullet screens. Effect.

I still have some special abilities.

Although Jia Luo still doesn't know what the principle of the barrage is, whether it is his own talent, or the audience's talent, or the time travel is very talented...

Well, in short, it is something that is not clear.

But it is very strange, why is there such a twisted lake fluctuation here?

Could it be that Sadako's power can indirectly affect the surrounding area even if it is stored in the video tape?

If that's the case, Jia Luo couldn't help but wonder if Sadako could discover the peculiarity of the barrage, and then attack herself in advance.

(Well, after all, strong people will always attract each other?!)

While blowing on Sadako, Jia Luo thought while putting gold on his face.

"Are you Akiko's friends?"

The wife named Zhong Chuan looked at the couple at the door with a puzzled expression.

In terms of face, the married woman named Zhong Chuan looks about 40 to [-] years old, but she is well maintained and her complexion is white.

The face was equally beautiful, but a little haggard.

The long black hair has not been taken care of much, so some messy hair hangs on the chest.

She has a graceful figure from bottom to top, and her body wrapped in mourning clothes also has a hint of a mature woman's breath that cannot be concealed.

At this time, Nakagawa looked at the smiling Shemingwan with some surprise.

I have to say that one of her reactions when she saw the other party was not who he was, but was surprised by the other party's beauty.

Although Zhong Chuan thinks that he is pretty and pretty among the people in the vicinity.

If you dress up better, you won't be much worse than the women in those cosmetic advertisements.

But compared with the woman in front of her, she is like a heaven and an earth, she is so beautiful that she is not like a human being.

She had never seen such a beautiful person before.

This made her unable to help feeling fond of the other party when she saw him for the first time. Then she glanced at the handsome young man standing next to her, and continued in a soft and gentle tone:

"Since this is the case, please come in."

Since it's my daughter's friend, it's only natural to come here.

Zhong Chuan thought silently, then turned around and opened the door wider.

Both Shemingwan and Jia Luo were a little surprised by this wife named Nakagawa, and let them in without asking them much.

Moreover, for some reason, the mother who had just lost her daughter didn't seem to see any sadness in her eyes.

Perhaps this is the reason why there is nothing greater than death!

Thinking so, Jia Luo followed into the house.

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Following Zhongchuan's wife, after entering the room, Jia Luo found that the room had been surrounded by circles of black and white funeral decorations, which immediately pulled him into the solemn and solemn atmosphere of the funeral.

He took off his shoes and put them in the entrance. Jia Luo accidentally touched the bottom of the shoe cabinet. Just when he thought he was going to dust off the dust, he found that it was not as dirty as his own home.

It turns out that not everyone here is very dirty?

Jia Luo was a little shocked to find out that the sanitation in his own home was particularly bad, right?

But it doesn't matter, if you think this kind of place that no one will touch is dirty, let it be dirty!

Anyway, he is not like some Japanese with a cleanliness obsession, insisting that everything in the house is as clean as a mirror.

And more importantly, Jia Luo frowned a little and saw that the fluctuations in the bullet chat font gradually became more obvious.

Although it is still only slightly fluctuating, and the barrage font has not yet been distorted and deformed, it can still be seen that this supernatural influence is intensifying.

Does this reaction intensify the closer you get to the house?

So the question is really on the tape?

Gallo was lost in thought.

As he entered the room, the smile on Shemeimaru's face gradually disappeared, and began to change into a sad and dignified expression.

"Sorry, because it's a bit far away from here, so I couldn't come here during the mourning."

Shemeimaru followed behind the wife named Nakagawa, and suddenly said in a sad and mournful voice.

"It's fine, it's fine if you can come, Akiko will be happy too."

The married woman named Zhong Chuan did not sob or speak hoarsely, but spoke in a calm tone.

But this kind of indifference that is used to sadness makes people feel even more sad.

"Sorry!"

Shemingwan also said with a sad face.

And probably because of this sadness, her beauty became even more touching.

It's like when a beautiful woman is sad, I feel pity when others see it.

However, Jia Luo, who was watching from the side, didn't feel that Shemingwan was really sad. He would bet that the two parties didn't even know each other before this incident happened.

But to be honest, looking at the black and white, single-hanging and solemn funeral decorations around him, Jia Luo gradually felt a little heavy in his heart.

He stepped on his footsteps as lightly as possible, as if he was really a friend of Akiko Nakagawa, with a solemn expression on his face.

Reverence for the dead is almost an inscribed instinct of any civilization.

This is also the awe of death.

The awe that mortals return home.

The interior of the house is also in a Japanese style, and the doors next to it are all sliding doors. Walking through the monotonous black and white entrance corridor, to the hall decorated as a mourning hall, Jia Luo saw Akiko Nakagawa.

Surrounded by white flowers, she showed a refreshing smile like the morning sun, but it was a black and white, monotonous and depressing photo.

According to Japanese custom, after a night of mourning, a memorial ceremony is held in the morning of the next day, and after the ceremony, they are sent to cremation.

So behind the photo is the urn of Akiko Nakagawa.

Although Jia Luo doesn't understand what the customs in Japan look like, he feels that he has completed a solemn worship according to the behavior of Shemeiwan...

Well, it shouldn't be a problem.

She Mingwan took a step forward with a solemn expression, raised his right hand, and stretched out his thumb, index finger, and middle finger to pinch some agarwood on his right hand.

Then he turned his hand over and raised it to the level of his forehead, with a pious and respectful expression on his face.

Then, she moved a little above the censer on the left and rubbed her fingers to scatter the aloes into the censer.

After all this was done, he stepped back.

The wife named Zhong Chuan looked at this scene with a calm expression, as if she had gone from unfamiliar to familiar, and finally no longer throbbing.

It's like the despair from the collapse of the sky and the earth to the peace in the last ruins.

Jia Luo felt a little heavy in his heart. He hadn't experienced the death of his relatives yet, and when he went to funerals, he often came and left with his parents in a hurry, and those funerals were also the death of old people.

So it's hard for him to understand what it's like for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

In a depressed mood, Jia Luo followed suit and took a step forward, and then he was uncontrollably astonished.

Because I was talking about the different bullet screens of Japanese and Chinese funerals in front of me, it seemed to shake something distorted as if it was pushed against something.

Then the previous water ripple became more intense than any previous moment.

What's the situation?

Gallo was confused.

He suddenly thought that maybe the other party took the video tape as a relic and put it next to the altar together?

Can you do this?

Jia Luo was a little shocked but didn't show it, and continued to move forward with a calm expression on his face.

However, because he was thinking about other things in his heart, his mind was no longer on the worship. He was concentrating on looking at the tablet and the things around him. He just casually picked up the agarwood with his thumb and index finger, and put it on his forehead. place, rubbing it into the incense burner.

The doubts in Jia Luo's heart became more serious.

Because he didn't see a video tape from the side of the altar, there were not many things there.

Unless Akiko Nakagawa's family was stupid enough to throw the videotape into her urn, they would definitely be able to see it from Jia Luo's perspective.

However, if you have any personal talisman, it’s fine, and put a videotape in the urn?

If this is the case, Na Jialuo can only say that your Zhongchuan family can still play!

After the worship was over, Jia Luo slowly returned to the original place full of confusion, unable to figure out why.

Sadako's video tape made the barrage fluctuate. He could understand it, but why did it fluctuate in insignificant places?

Could it be that Sadako's power gathered more in the place where she killed people?

Or was that Akiko Nakagawa turned into a vengeful spirit?

There are many possibilities, but something always feels wrong.

This is what he can't figure out.

Unfortunately, Jia Luo didn't want to be kicked out as a lunatic talking to himself because there were people watching at this time, so he could only temporarily give up discussing this strange matter with the audience.

And that last possibility made him a little uneasy.