Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Furutekawa Shinmi packed his bag and sword bag, took a breath, raised the intensity of "Nightmare" to the maximum, and then went out quietly.

In the darkness, the eyes watching his home did not change at all.

He glanced at it, looked away, and rushed towards the location written on the letter.

The night is dark tonight, and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle during the day. At this moment, it seems to be back in the village.

He went to the station, did not buy a ticket, went directly through the station hall, which was closely guarded by the special commissioner, entered the carriage, sat on the empty seat, and thought again in his heart that it was time to take a test, or buy a car Bicycles, relying on No. 11 road every time they travel, it is really embarrassing.

Take this time as an example, the place where the other party asked him to meet was on the edge of Kita District, near Saitama Prefecture, and it was really far away from his home.

Soon the tram started to move, and there were immediately armed special commissioners patrolling back and forth in each carriage, but they seemed to turn a blind eye to him.

Kotegawa Kamimi watched the night outside the window for a while, and when the car arrived at the stop, he got up and walked down.

He still used [Nightmare] to cover himself, especially when he was leaving the station, facing an opponent whose strength was unknown, he couldn't be too cautious.

He is a swordsman, with a firm belief in going forward, but he is not a fool, knowing that it may be a trap, he went in recklessly.

After more than 20 minutes, he came to the place where he met in the letter. This is a rare open field, hidden in the middle of several factories.

This kind of open place is not very suitable for hiding the body, and maintaining the [Nightmare] is exhausting enough, he glanced roughly, and walked around to the other side.

Although it is not yet eleven o'clock, the other party must be watching here somewhere, and there is a high possibility that if he can't see him, there is a high probability that he won't show up.

It's just that no matter how thoughtful the other party thought, he still couldn't imagine that he could not only sway around like this, but also use his sense of smell to track.

Although I often smell some very bad smells, I can't help but be sure of its practicality.

Furutegawa Shinmi tried to catch the stench he smelled on the envelope in the afternoon, but he walked around and found nothing; he looked at the address again, checked it with his mobile phone, and after confirming that it was correct, he thought for a while , expanded the search area a bit, and started sniffing from the nearby streets.

Finally, when he passed a "talent dispatch agency", he smelled a familiar stench.

He stopped and looked up at the unlit two-story building in front of him and the infrared camera facing the road.

"Is it here?" The domain of [Nightmare] opened up, enveloping the building. He stepped closer and sniffed again.

The stench in the air was very light, seemingly absent, and somewhat weird.

Kotegawa Kamimi went around the building, and finally chased a thread back to the open space just now, and found several quite secretive cameras.

"It should be there!" He was sure, turned back, turned it off first, and threw it into the bag, then found an angle, jumped suddenly, and jumped out of a half-open window on the second floor. go in.

He was already very familiar with things like jumping out of windows.

The room was abnormally dark, without any light. In addition to the stench unique to the cannibal sauce, there was also a disgusting rancid smell in the air.

Guate Chuan saw that his stomach was nauseated for a moment, and he stopped sniffing. He took out the gas mask from his bag, and took out the long sword from the sword pouch. Then, relying on the power of [Nightmare], he turned on the flashlight and shone it into the room.

This is an office room. Rows of desks are arranged around the house, and blank papers are scattered everywhere on the desks and on the ground.

Suddenly, he lowered his head slightly, and used his feet to remove the white paper on the ground. On the floor below, there was a layer of dark brown things.

It's dried blood.

"Someone died at the place where I am standing now..." Furutegawa Shinjian realized in his heart, a burst of cold air suddenly hit him, he suddenly raised his head, and in front of him was a middle-aged man with a broken chest and a large amount of blood on his body, Pyo-chan, looking upright Gou looked at him.

The flashlight passed through its phantom body and hit the wall behind it.

His pupils shrank, and the long sword in his hand almost came out of its sheath.

One person and one ghost just looked at each other quietly, he calmed down and stepped aside.

As expected, the ghost was not looking at him, but looking out the window behind him.

Furutegawa Shinmi stood beside it, watched it quietly for a while, and then walked towards the door.

The few surveillance cameras outside are either on the first floor or in the basement.

But just as he was about to open the door, there were slight footsteps on the stairs downstairs.

He turned off the flashlight for a moment, took a few steps back, stood to one side, and cast his gaze to the wall next to him.

A faint light flashed through the crack of the door, and the door was pushed open little by little.

The person outside the door hid behind the light, looked coldly around the room, and after finding nothing wrong, closed the door again and left.

Kamito Furutogawa came back to his senses, his face was tense, and he almost couldn't control his emotions just now.

The person standing at the door just now was a person?And he's still a great monk with a bright head?

Well, it should be a great monk, not a bald man, because the man has ring scars on his head.

"Why is there a monk here?"

His thinking became a little bit confused, even if he thought about everything before coming, he never thought that he would meet the monk.

"Could it be that a great monk wanted to mediate this matter? Why? If it's really Gui Ji, why didn't they get rid of it?" He stood there silent for a while, then opened the door and went downstairs.

Just as the great monk just walked up to the stairs with the small lamp in his hand, Furutegawa Kamimi stepped forward and followed him down.

The stench on the first floor was stronger than that on the upper floor. Even if you don't use your olfactory talent, you can already smell it. At the same time, there is still a strong smell of tea in the air, which is similar to the smell on the letter sent to him in the afternoon. Same taste.

Furutegawa Kamiton was confirmed, and the great monk was involved in this matter.

"Could it be that the big man that Boss Shuiyue said that Gui Ji took refuge in is not a ghost, but a human being?"

He frowned tightly, and followed the monk in front of him into the basement.

There were faint lights in the basement, and several monitors were hung on the wall.

Three elderly monks sat cross-legged in the middle of the basement, surrounded by a middle-aged monk, and were silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The middle-aged monk exuded a solid black mist, and the pupils of his eyes were pitch black, revealing an incomparably cold evil.

Kamito Furutokawa couldn't comprehend it again, he was startled and puzzled, could it be that the great monk was possessed by a ghost princess?Why does this sound so fantastic?

Monks will also be possessed?

What are they doing now?Is it helping to suppress the ghost girl on him?

The monk who went upstairs to inspect just now put down the lamp, walked to the side of several people, clasped his hands and said softly: "No abnormality."

Contrary to what Kotegawa Shinmi imagined, the middle-aged monk who was surrounded in the middle turned his head slightly, looked at the monk who was obviously nervous, and asked calmly, "Has our guest arrived?"

"Haven't received a reply from there yet."

There was silence in the air, Furutegawa Shinmi, who was standing a little far away, watched quietly, and he would know what was going on right away.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle, the obviously abnormal monk murmured: "Wait a minute, if you don't come tonight, then think of another way."

"I can't delay..." The old monk next to him sighed: "Ghost Ji is too powerful, if she doesn't let her settle this grievance as soon as possible, she will be out of trouble sooner or later, and she will bring disaster to the world again."

The two monks next to him recited the Buddha's name together, and then continued to chant sutras.

Furutegawa Kamimi next to him was even more surprised.

Ghost Ji was really caught by them?Then why don't the people in the special department know anything about it?And this doesn't seem to be the same as what Boss Shuiyue said.

Boss Shuiyue said that Gui Ji found a stronger backer, and even the envoys of the gods who chased her were killed and seriously injured... It seems that this kind of thing is not something a monk can do.

Is Shuiyue lying to him?It shouldn't be, she also said that she is from Inari Taisha, oh no, she is a fox from Inari Taisha, she dare not lie at all...

"So these monks have a problem?"

Furutegawa Shinmi pondered and observed carefully.

Except for the monk in the middle, each of the other monks had a look of compassion and worry on their faces.

There also seems to be nothing wrong with this.

He couldn't figure it out at all. After thinking about it, he had better take another look just to be prudent.

The other party secretly asked him to come to such a hidden place, and monitored him with cameras, even around his house. Such a cautious approach must be extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, the monk next to him went upstairs to inspect again with a lamp, as if the previous time had been reproduced. After the latter came back, he put down the lamp, clasped his hands and said: "No abnormality."

The monk in the middle asked again: "Has our guest arrived?"

The old monk next to him sighed, his face full of worry: "I can't delay."

……

All actions and conversations cannot be said exactly the same as ten minutes ago, only exactly the same.

After another ten minutes, it was past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and the five monks repeated everything before.

Furutegawa Kamimi stared at them for a while, feeling inexplicably cold in his heart.

something wrong!There is something wrong with these monks!

Not to mention anything else, just the same speech and behavior repeated over and over again as in the video tape, it is very self-explanatory!

"Could it be that they guessed that I have a way to hide myself, so they did it on purpose so as to lure me out?" Furude Chuan Shenjian thought so, his eyes fluctuating, and at this moment, his heart suddenly thumped, and he remembered something. Possibly, maintaining the "Nightmare", turned around and left without hesitation, jumped out of the window on the second floor, and ran to a place where no one was there.

He took out his mobile phone from his bag, turned it on, and quickly found Bai Chuan Hutao's phone number, shouting in his heart: "Quickly answer the phone!"

……

At this time, at the gate of the White Horse Shrine, Bai Chuan Hutao and Sanriyue Qingkong looked at the three smiling handsome monks standing outside the gate with puzzled faces.

"It was Gu Techuan who asked you to pick us up to meet him?" Shirakawa Kurumi asked with a frown.

The three monks nodded silently.

Bai Chuan Hutao didn't believe it: "Then why didn't he call himself?"

A monk bowed slightly: "Furutegawa-kun was seriously injured and was in critical condition. We came here on the orders of Master Mokichi."

"He was seriously injured?" Sanriyue Qingkong subconsciously stepped forward, and the eyes of the three people outside moved at the same time.

But immediately after, Sanriyue Qingkong was pulled back by Baichuan Hutao.

The expressions of the monks outside changed instantly, and they quickly returned to calm.

"Don't worry, something's wrong." Bai Chuan Hutao comforted her softly, took Sanriyue Qingkong back a few steps, and asked under the delicate expressions of several monks: "Which monastery do you belong to? It's getting late now , why don't we go see him tomorrow."

The three monks shook their heads in unison: "Mr. Furutegawa may not last until tomorrow."

"Really?" Shirakawa Kurumi didn't believe that Guatechuan would hang up so easily. She took out her mobile phone and called Furudegawa Shinmi, but soon, a shutdown reminder sounded on the phone.

Her heart sank slightly, and she was a little uncertain.

Could it be that something really happened to this kid?

Sanriyue Qingkong looked at her nervously.