Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Furutegawa Shinmi thought for a while: "Almost all the members of the Evil Spirit Association have died, and next time the disaster will come in person. You'd better be prepared."

"Get ready? Funeral? Arranging funeral?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face turned green in an instant.

"Psychological preparations for possible encounters with disasters."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was stunned, his face was like a dye vat, green, white, blue and purple mixed, changing constantly.

After a long time, he sighed and admitted that sooner or later he would face the fate of disaster.

"Old rules are good."

"it is good."

Seeing this, Furutegawa God responded, and pouted at the woman over there: "You can leave some money for her later."

"why?"

"Look at her. The fat C she wears is just a thin rope. Life must be very difficult, right? Ishikawa-san's help is probably needed."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn't say a word, and immediately took a flashlight to shine a light on it. After a long time, he held his nose and mumbled, "You're right, right, why don't you put her down?"

"She smells like wine and perfume. If I touch her, I'll get the smell on my body, so please Ishikawa-san."

The middle-aged uncle looked calm: "Leave it to me at ease."

Furutegawa Shinmi nodded and said, "Call it, it's getting late."

He wanted to leave immediately, but this uncle would definitely not let him go.

After hearing the words, Ishikawa Yasuhiro directly took out his mobile phone, but before dialing the number, suddenly there were many flashlights outside the forest.

The two looked up.

It is a group of special subjects.

Furutegawa Shinmi turned his head and glanced at Ishikawa, who had a look of surprise and uncertainty.

He hasn't called yet, why did he come here?

But soon, the bewilderment on his face turned to gloom.

In front, a middle-aged man with a fat belly, long hair, parted in the middle, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose strode over. Alright, Ishikawa-kun! You really deserve to be the nemesis of the evil spirit society!"

Furutegawa Shinmi had some guesses about the visitor.

This is the class leader who Ishikawa cursed at least eight times a day, and would drag him to death, right?

Ishikawa Yasuhiro grimaced, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Are you following me?"

The head of the section with a strong smile smiled and said: "Otherwise, how would I know the secret of Ishikawa-kun's meritorious deeds every time?"

"You!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro breathed out a lot.

Their relationship has become so bad that they don't even want to maintain the superficial politeness.

Furutekawa looked at a member of the Special Section who took out his camera and seemed to be preparing to collect evidence, and said softly to Ishikawa, "Then I'll go first."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded silently, keeping the unfinished words in his heart, and planned to talk later.

"Wait!" An unharmonious shout sounded.

The two looked up at the front.

The head of the first class looked at Furutegawa and smiled enthusiastically: "Come and help me with things, I will give you twice as much as he gave you."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro became angry instantly, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were burning. If he still had a trace of reason, he would probably have drawn his gun.

Furutegawa Shinmi shook his head slightly, expressing his lack of interest, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The class leader asked persistently, "Really don't think about it anymore?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro stared at him expressionlessly, and made a certain decision in his heart.

Furutegawa Shinmi continued to move forward.

The head of the section finally became gloomy. He looked at the back of Furutegawa Shinmi, and shouted: "Stop! You are not a specialist in the special department! What is your identity? Why are you at the scene of the crime! And evil What's the relationship with the spirit society? Also, where did you get the protective armor on your body?"

As soon as he raised his hand, the special commissioners around him raised their guns in unison and aimed at Furutegawa.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said angrily, "Section Chief Ando, ​​what are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" Section Chief Ando ordered with cold eyes, "Ishikawa-kun, go and lock up that thug behind you! Please go back to the Special Section for a while before investigating his identity! "

"He is my helper!"

"Ishikawa-kun?" Section Chief Ando stopped pretending, and said coldly, "You are not the section chief!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's fists creaked.

Furutegawa Shinmi stopped in his tracks, looked around, turned his head to look at Section Chief Ando, ​​and asked in surprise, "Are you serious?"

Section Chief Ando took a few steps back without a trace, and sternly shouted: "Put down the weapon in your hand! If there is any change, we will shoot immediately!"

"Shoot?" Furutegawa Shinmi sighed, "You asked for this!"

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

Section Chief Ando, ​​who seemed to be feeling a little bad, was about to give the order to "shoot".

But his eyelids suddenly became incomparably heavy, and he was overwhelmed by sleepiness like a vast ocean. He leaned back and lay down on the ground.

In the entire forest, everyone except Furutegawa Kamimi also lay down.

Furutekawa raised his legs and took a step, walked up to Section Chief Ando, ​​who seemed to be asleep but rolled his eyes, as if his brain had been "forced offline", raised his hand, gave him two slaps, and then ordered: " You are a pig!"

After being dazed for a few seconds, Section Chief Ando raised his hand and murmured while slapping: "I'm a pig"

Chapter 150 Demon Tokyo ([-])

In the car, Furutekawa Shinmi patted Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face vigorously, and called out the middle-aged uncle who was dreaming and snoring loudly.

The latter yawned, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro came to his senses after reaching the gate of Furategawa Shinmi's house, recalling all the previous things, he couldn't help staring at Furategawa in a daze, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

Originally, he thought that Furategawa was only strong in swordsmanship, which was about the level of being able to cut [-] him in one go. But after the incident just now, he realized deeply that as long as Furategawa is willing, let alone [-] him, Three hundred are easy

"When I go back, as soon as I verify my identity, I will immediately transfer the money to the account!" The middle-aged uncle said with great sincerity, his eyes wide open.

Kotegawa Kamito nodded broadly, this uncle is the most likable, he never defaults on the wages of honest workers.

He said gently: "The woman is in your back seat, and a few corpses are in the trunk, but the space is too small to fit them. I'll tie the extra ones to the roof of the car for you. Pay attention when you go back." .”

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback when he heard the words, and raised his eyelids inadvertently, just in time to see a line of blood flowing slowly along the front windshield

He was silent, his voice trembling: "Why don't you come with me."

After another 10 minutes, Furutegawa Kamimi finally entered the house.

It was very late now, and the night in the sky was much lighter.

He took the shoes to the bathroom, closed the door, threw the blood-stained clothes into the washing bucket, brushed the shoes again, and then washed himself. After finishing all this, he wrapped himself in a towel and went to the kitchen, He opened the refrigerator door, took out a large amount of quick-cooked beef, sliced ​​it with a knife, poured a few drops of sesame oil on it, sprinkled it with coriander, took another can of herbal tea, brought it to the dining table, and ate it thoroughly.

Feeling full, he exhaled, cleaned the dishes, re-entered the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth again, then walked back to the bedroom quietly.

In the bedroom, Sanriyue Qingkong had already fallen asleep.

He gently opened the closet, took out boxers and pajamas from inside, weighed his feet, walked out quietly, went to the quiet room on the second floor, changed his clothes, sat cross-legged on the mat, breathed evenly, and closed his eyes to meditate.

I have to go to school after dawn, and I don't have time to sleep.

Disasters may come at any time, and before that, you have to make good use of time.

He cleared his mind and took a longer breath.

In the middle of half awake, half asleep, time seems to have no meaning. When I opened my eyes again, the five o'clock alarm on the phone just rang.

He stood up, twisted his waist and rubbed his legs to soothe the blood, and when he was about to go downstairs, his eyes suddenly moved, and he saw San Riyue leaning against the wall, wrapped in a quilt, with her legs curled up, she was still soundly asleep.

But it was probably because the walls were not as soft as Furutegawa's, and his pretty eyebrows were slightly lowered, a little dissatisfied.

Furutegawa Kamimi scratched his head, walked to her side, squatted down, and pinched her little nose.

The girl who seemed to be sleeping very lightly opened her eyes. After three seconds of being dazed, she focused her eyes and slapped his hand away.

"Slow down, be careful of stiff neck." Furutekawa Kamimi supported her neck, pressed it for a while, and then let go.

Sanriyue Qingkong tried to move her neck, the stiff pain just now disappeared unexpectedly, she blinked, looked at the still dark sky outside, threw away the quilt she had been clutching, leaned against his arms, and murmured Said: "Good morning."

Furutegawa Shinmi gently hugged her in his arms, the extremely soft touch made his mind flutter for a while.

no, no wear

The air became quiet, and after a long time, the girl calmly said, "Are you satisfied?"

Seeing that Furutekawa tightened his arms, he tilted his head and kissed her fair neck lightly.

"No, a lifetime is not enough."

Sanriyue tilted her head slightly, and snorted: "It's time to make breakfast!"

"It's still early" Furutegawa Shinmi who didn't want to get up didn't want to let go.

"Don't you do morning classes?"

"Well, if you eat at home today, you can save the time to go to the restaurant."

"It's ready!" Feeling his faster and faster heartbeat, San Riyue struggled to push him away, stood up, glared at him with blushing cheeks, and ran downstairs holding the quilt.

Furutegawa Kamijian didn't follow, he silently recited the Qingjing Sutra over and over again in his heart, until his mood returned to calm, he stood up and went downstairs as usual.

In the bathroom downstairs, Sanriyue Qingkong wrapped her hair in a towel and applied cream to her eyes.

Furutegawa Shinmi blinked, stood aside, picked up his toothbrush, and started brushing his teeth while looking away.

Sanriyue asked without raising her head: "What's wrong?"

Furutegawa Shinmi rinsed his mouth, a little curious: "This is the first time I've seen Mikazuki putting on makeup, right?"

"It's very hot today, just put on some sunscreen." San Riyue tilted her head slightly: "I'm still young, not yet old enough to put on makeup, so I usually only draw eyebrows when I go to school."

Seeing this, Furutekawa was stunned, and frowned in thought.

Huh?Did you wear makeup in the past three days?