Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Yasuhiro Ishikawa used his ability to take him back on the Shinkansen he was riding now.

The car was empty, only the waiter pushed the trolley to help them get snacks.

It was free to eat, Furutegawa Kamian was not polite, and asked her to leave the trolley, and let her go back by herself.

The four gathered together, looked at the scenery outside the car window, and chatted quietly.

The little priest was looking at his mobile phone. Judging from the trace of anger between his brows and the afterimages of his thumbs on the screen, he should be talking to someone somewhere.

Furutegawa Shinmi sat alone on the other side, wiping his long sword carefully, frowning, thinking that Shinjuku is so big and crowded, where should I find Fujiwara Koko.

Could it even be a little late?

After all, it has been so long, and no matter how you think about it, this kind of incident is beyond the reach of ordinary people or monsters.

It's just that it's already like this now, and he can't let time go back. If he can do it now, he can only calm down and talk about it in Tokyo.

While he was frowning, several girls on the other side were watching him quietly.

"Going back in such a hurry, what happened?" Xiaoniao Youhuawu asked in a low voice.

You Jia guessed wildly: "Could it be that the house was blown up?"

This random guess immediately made San Riyue nervous.

The ashes of her parents are still at home!

"How is that possible?" Shirakawa Walnut shook his head: "He has a good relationship with Mr. Ishikawa of the special department and Mr. Fujiwara of the second class. No one dares to demolish his house without authorization."

"Why is that? Is it a part-time job?" Youjia looked strange: "Although Guatechuan always said that he was working part-time, he never seemed to say what kind of work he was doing..."

Mikazuki Qingkong knew about it, but she promised Guatechuan Shenjian to keep it a secret, so she could only keep silent at this time.

Xiao Niaoyou didn't know, but also looked curious, looked at Bai Chuan Hutao, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know?"

"Well, I don't know too well." Hu Tao shook her head, also a little puzzled: "He didn't tell me anything."

The four of them were speechless for a while.

"Every time around this time, I always think he's so mysterious!" Youjia lay down on the table as if frustrated, and said something with her mouth pouted.

"I think so too." Hu Tao nodded in agreement: "It's so strong, but it doesn't seem to be well-known at all, but it's too strong to be ridiculous!"

Just like last night, which normal person would jump into an unknown deep lake to fight monsters?

And what's even more outrageous is that they even won!

Several girls pouted and nodded, only Sanriyue Qingkong remained silent.

She doesn't care whether Furutegawa is mysterious or not, anyway, in the future, marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog.

Unless one day, Kamito Furukawa no longer wants her.

Thinking of this, she bit her lower lip and reached out to touch the hammer in her bag.

Three hours later, outside Shinjuku Station, the sun slanted westward in the sky, but the sun was just right.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, was leaning against the wall, pouring coffee into his mouth, and checking the time from time to time.

He didn't wear the uniform of the special department this time, he didn't bring an assistant, and he didn't drive the car of the special department.

Because his status is not ordinary now, if he is too high-profile, he will attract attention, and this time he is here to pick up someone, if it is too high-profile, Furutegawa Shinmi will definitely not want to go with him.

He tried to keep his eyes open, but couldn't help but yawned again, closed his eyes, and started fishing.

At this time, Furutegawa Kamimi and his group came out from the station.

The clothes worn by Shirakawa Walnut and the little priest brought a lot of convenience.

Kamito Kamito planned to take them home first, so he stopped two taxis and went straight to Bunkyo.

When the car started, Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly woke up, and saw the side face of Furutegawa Shinmi who had just gone away.

He couldn't help opening his mouth, and after a few seconds of stunned, he suddenly slapped his head, with annoyance, by the way, he didn't tell Gutegawa that he would come to the station to pick him up!

Thinking of this, he patted his cheek vigorously, opened the door, started the car, and hurriedly chased after him.

……

At this time, in Ina City, in the village where the Furategawa family lived, the Ishikawa family returned from Nagoya.

A little taller than a month ago, Xiao Chizao with picturesque features got out of the car and ran into Furutegawa's house. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted happily: "Miss! Mien! Are you at home?"

Aunt Qiuye walked out quickly, opened the door, looked at her, and said in surprise: "Welcome back, is the trip to Nagoya over?"

Xiaoqian jumped to her side a few steps earlier, raised her face, and said angrily: "Nagoya is not fun at all! So I came back early! Akiba Mama, where is Xiaojian? He said on Le that there are people at home .”

"Ah, this..." Aunt Qiuye pondered for a while, and said to her, "Come in first? Speaking of which, Xiaojian brought you a lot of presents."

"I know, he told me." Xiao Qianzao lowered her head, a little bit shy.

Auntie Akiba kept nodding, and while taking her back to the house, she said: "Well, Xiaojian suddenly had something very urgent in Tokyo. His teacher asked him, so he went back to Tokyo a few hours ago. But it will be summer vacation soon, so we can play with him then?"

The expression on Xiao Qianzao's face, who entered happily, froze instantly, and the highlights in her eyes lost their light.

Not long after, loud crying came from the house.

Chapter 1 Geisha and drinking tea

At nine o'clock in the evening, on the street in Tokyo's largest red and romantic area, two men with travel bags on their backs, their heads tightly wrapped in cloth scarves, and only their eyes exposed stood on the street, looking around furtively. with.

It was the first time for the tall man to visit this kind of place, with big bright eyes, he didn't know where to look first.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man standing next to him, with a stable and calm demeanor, skillfully waved his hands and stopped a few women who wanted to strike up a conversation. Go to the alley.

The alley is very narrow, and there are brightly lit buildings on both sides, and there are faint sounds of merry-go-round.

The tall boy has good hearing, so after walking like this for a while, he had to recite the Qingjing Sutra silently in his heart.

Think about how he has experienced such a scene since he was a child?

What's more, he is only sixteen now!It is the age when the blood is vigorous, strong and straight.

But he still has to bear the... temptation that this age shouldn't bear.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Ishikawa Yasuhiro who was leading the way, and lowered his voice: "Didn't you say to investigate the case? Why do you go to this kind of place? Do you really want something... to clean up the dust first?"

"That kind of thing should wait until you are 20 years old and officially set foot on the adult ladder..." The person in front coughed and said: "There is no clue at all now, let's wait for the results of the investigation here in Shinjuku, and touch casually." Good luck."

The big boy was silent, he wanted to turn his head and go to find someone by himself, and he wanted to kick in front of him before he left.

Sure enough, everything about picking up the wind and washing the dust, and riding the horse galloped all the way to lie to him!

The people in front didn't realize the danger, and carried their travel bags around in the alley. Finally, for some reason, they turned in front of a very old-fashioned store with red lanterns lit.

The tall boy raised his head and looked at his eyes, and then he heard the people around him whisper: "I would come to this place occasionally when I was young, and [Fantou] here is a very important person in the underground world, let's go first Take a look here."

As he spoke, he stepped inside.

The big boy followed behind, muttering softly: "What is [Fantou]?"

"Oh, it's like being the manager of a store."

"...the bustard!"

"Huh? Furutegawa knows how to do it?"

"No, even though I've never eaten pork, I've always seen pigs run away."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly fell silent, because a beautifully dressed woman went out to greet her, and he whispered: "This is a handmaid, yes, it is to negotiate the price before drinking tea."

Seeing that there was no reply, Furutegawa looked down and lowered his head.

The insight of the world is knowledge, learn to be old, live to be old.

The sending woman who came over was a woman who was nearly 60 years old, wearing a gaudy and frivolous kimono, her face was thickly painted with powder, and her hair was also tied into a round plate hairstyle in ancient times.

She took small steps, walked all the way to the two of them, bowed her hands, and sang in a slender and slightly rising tone: "Welcome!"

[Master, let’s play! ] This is what Furutegawa Shinami understood.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who often came here to inquire about information when he was young, gave a heavy hum, and walked with his chest out and his hands behind his back.

Mengxin, who came to this kind of place for the first time, followed behind without saying a word, didn't look much, and didn't make any noise. He just listened to Ishikawa Yasuhiro talking about the "jargon" he didn't understand, and saw him take out a big A stack of banknotes... Soon, he went upstairs and walked into a room with screens on both sides and a strip in the middle.

The room was clean and warm as spring.

Freshly served side dishes, fruits and tea are placed on the table.

Kotegawa Kamimi glanced at the paintings on the walls and screens.

They are just some ordinary landscape paintings of ladies.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa next to him took off the cloth towel wrapped around his face, then let out a breath, and pushed the fruit on the table towards Shinmi Furatekawa.

Furutegawa Kamimi thought about it, and took off the cloth towel, and replaced it with sunglasses and a peaked cap.

The main reason is that his face is too young, if people see that he is only sixteen, he might be kicked out.

Although the old saying is good, the body is not afraid of the shadow.

But being kicked out or something is always ugly.

At this time, there were crisp bells in the corridor outside the door.

It was the kind of little bell tied around the ankle, crisp and melodious, one after another, as if echoing in the heart, as if it had a unique charm.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes revealed an obsessed look.

Kamito Furutogawa's mind was also turbulent, and the talent [Nightmare] seemed to be stimulated, and he disperse on his own initiative. He suddenly woke up as if cold water had been poured on him.

He froze for a moment, lowered his eyebrows instantly, opened the travel bag with one hand, and kept his mind on it.

The feeling just now was very wrong.

There was a soft knock on the door, and then, an orange-red patterned dancer's dress appeared in his eyes.

The clothes are really good-looking, and the person is really good-looking. The skin exposed to the air is white and delicate, and the things in front of him are round and full, but the cheeks are small, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyebrows are curved like willow leaves, and the big eyes are like Without makeup, she looked as if she was younger than Double Ten.

"It's so beautiful..." A thought flashed in Furutegawa Kamijian's mind, but he didn't let go of the hilt of the sword at all.

Having had experience fighting against [Nightmare], when encountering such weird situations, he would subconsciously think a little more—could the other party be a big monster stronger than Nightmare?Possesses an illusion ability that he can't see through, or something else.

The woman kneeling in front of the door straightened up, lowered her head and walked in with small steps.