The daily vest cannot be dropped

Kento Matsumoto walked in front, and Shigero Yamashita took a sip of wine from time to time, and the two walked to the shrine with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The brown-red door was open, and there was no one inside, only the chirping of birds could be heard, and the crimson corridor could be seen.

Two people who have never been to a shrine do not know what a normal shrine looks like. They only know that there are many people enshrining, and there will be a lot of money in it, and the guards of the shrine are basically old men who have nothing to do, and part-time jobs Miko is very weak.

"It doesn't look like it can be built in a day, why don't we usually see it?" Yamashitaro took a sip of wine, excited and a little scared.

A gust of wind blew by, and the sound of bells accompanied by the expression of the beckoning cat waving its hands formed a strange scene.

Taketo Matsumoto was in charge of driving, and he didn't drink alcohol, but he was much more courageous than Shigero Yamashita. The two grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and their thinking could connect.

He walked up to the Lucky Cat, saw the words "Lucky Fortune" written on its belly, and bowed reverently.

"What's there to be afraid of? How could the Lord God hurt us believers." Takento Matsumoto said, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Shan Xialang swallowed, not wanting to lose face in front of his companions, thinking about the money in the offering box, he said bravely, "Let's go!"

The two walked in through the open red wooden door.

Passing through a long corridor covered with long red sticks, and bypassing the rusted copper clock, the two finally felt something was wrong after a while.

"Why are there so many signatures here, and their names are written all over them?" Matsumoto Kento said in horror, "Isn't it a newly built shrine?"

Yamashitaro drank the last sip of wine, his face was a little dull, obviously drunk.

The night wind in the mountains brought a whistling sound, and the long sticks swayed, making the sound of colliding with each other. No one touched the huge copper bell, but at one point, it rang out a vast and distant bell.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Taketo Matsumoto looked at everything like the opening scene of a horror movie in a daze, and didn't know how to react for a while.

He and Yamashitaro are just ordinary fishermen in the village, and they have never seen any scenes of gods talking in this life, and they never go to the shrine to pay homage because they have no money.

Even if you usually go to a shrine, you only need to throw "five yuan" to show your relationship, but five yuan can buy a bottle of low-quality soy sauce!

What is it-

His eyes were in a trance, and he could only see that the continuous red suddenly turned into a dark ocean, spreading all the way from a distance.

The ocean roared, bringing up huge waves, and Matsumoto felt that his nose was filled with the fishy smell of the sea. It was a frightening and greedy smell, and he was sitting on the dilapidated boat, trying to catch the fish with his hands. Holding the fishing net, praying to God to spare his life.

This is the biggest fear of every fisherman. No one can predict whether he will return smoothly after going out to sea. The sea has both the resources to feed everything and the power to swallow life.

Taketo Matsumoto couldn't recover for a while, his face was covered with cold sweat, his legs and feet were a little weak, but he couldn't see anything to support around him when he stretched out his hand, so he could only stagger back.

"Come in! Come in the hall!" A clear and sweet female voice pierced the terrifying atmosphere.

Takento Matsumoto suddenly came back to his senses. The sea and waves in front of him were all gone, but his body was still wet. He raised his hand and put it under his nose to smell it. It really smelled like sea water.

He turned his head subconsciously, and rushed into the hall, dragging Yamashitaro who didn't even realize the wine bottle was broken.

The door closed with a "creak" and the candles in the room were flickering, only a faint light could be illuminated, and even the statues of the gods and gods worshiped could not be seen clearly. The woman in red stood beside them with her hands folded in her sleeves.

Takento Matsumoto said repeatedly: "What's going on?! Who are you!"

"She's just a little witch in this shrine." As the woman in red walked around, the bell on her body made a crisp sound. Under the dim light, her eyes were picturesque, her skin was white and greasy, her eyebrows were slender and curved, and she was smiling. meaning.

She approached the two of them, handed each of them a piece of silk, and said angrily: "The shrine is not open at night, how could you trespass and disturb the gods?"

Taketo Matsumoto subconsciously apologized, holding the handkerchief that smelled of incense powder, he didn't know how to react for a while.

The two men had wives in their families, and they were living their lives through bumps. When they suddenly saw such a beautiful woman, it was impossible not to be touched in their hearts, not to mention stealing money, and their souls were in a state of ecstasy.

It's just that compared to Matsumoto Taketo, who was so shocked that he couldn't come back to his senses just now, Yamashitaro, who drank for courage, was much bolder.

He directly squeezed the veil, leaned over, wanted to grab the witch's little hand, and said with a flattering smile: "Little girl, we don't know the rules, how much does it cost to worship the gods? Brother, I can buy some."

"Look at your shrine, the clock is broken, and there is not even a light in the main hall. Life must be very difficult."

The red-clothed witch lightly flung her hands away, avoiding his movements, and said softly, "By God, please don't offend me. Mister, I'll get angry if you try again."

Shan Xialang thought of the old woman at home, who yelled fiercely all day long, cooking by himself was unpalatable, and he had to hand over his money every day, and he would sneak around on the road after drinking for half a day ...

It's a pity that the little witch in front of me is alone in the shrine at such a flowery age. I just want to give her warmth and care, and I haven't done anything wrong!

He squinted at Matsumoto Taketo, who subconsciously turned his head when he received his signal, without saying a word.

Yamashitaro felt a lot more at ease, the lights were dim, his skin was dark, and he looked the same, even if there was anything, it was difficult to be identified, not to mention what age it is, where is there such a thing as a god!

Hehehe, anyway, that guy Matsumoto is a good guy, as long as he doesn't tell, how dare a woman go to sue the government.

He smelled of alcohol, and even his sanity was a little blurred. He stretched out his hand and smiled, patting the maiden's soft little hand, coaxing: "Come here, I am not disrespecting the gods. I am not trying to show you how much money I have."

In his hand, he held the banknotes from the fish he sold, which was full of the smell of sea fish.

The young and beautiful miko frowned in disgust, pretending to turn around and leave, but he leaned over from behind.

"Don't run away."

The man staggered a few steps, and suddenly saw a patch of skin on the side of the witch's cheek, like a crack appeared on the exquisite and perfect mirror, which made people unable to bear to look at it, but also felt uncomfortable.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, but now the witch didn't move, and let his rough hands pick up the gap.

"Hi, look, your skin is rough and peeling! Brother bought face cream, and I'll give you a bottle when the time comes!"

He muttered, and gently peeled it off with his hands, only to see that the beautiful girl with bright eyes and white teeth just now suddenly changed her appearance, and the skin falling from the top of her head was easily peeled off by him like a piece of paper. , revealing the red and white interlaced texture.

The witch's eye sockets were dark, and even the eyeballs fell to the ground, only the white teeth were still colliding, and she let out a "giggle" laugh.

Shan Xialang's legs and feet went limp, and he sat slumped on the ground, with a "ho ho ho" sound coming out of his throat, unable to utter a word.

"Brother, I thank you for the ointment." The skinless priestess was wearing a loose red dress, and with every step she took, blood would drip on the ground. She gradually bent down and approached Yamashitarou.

"Just now you said she was beautiful, what about now?"

Yamashitaro let out a miserable scream: "Help! Help! Matsumoto, come and save me!"

Kento Matsumoto turned around and faced the gate with his eyes closed. He didn't want to get involved in so many messes. After all, the village is too big.

It wasn't until he heard Yamashitaro's cry for help that he turned his head and saw the skinless ghost in red standing under the light, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead instantly.

"Help me!" Yamashita yelled incoherently, the cold blood fell on his face, causing a sharp pain, he rushed towards the gate, forcing Matsumoto to pull the red paint away. door.

The two rushed out of the main hall staggeringly, but the female ghost did not follow, but they saw her leaning down to pick up her skin through the gap in the door, patted the dirt on it, and put it back on her body.

Really hell!

Shan Xialang had blood on his face, but he didn't dare to stay on his feet. The two rushed out with their heads covered, but saw the rough sea again in the long corridor.

"It must be a hallucination! Rush over!" Yamashitaro shouted loudly, and he was the first to plunge in. Matsumoto recalled the wet touch of his clothes, and was a little timid, but he was even more afraid of the female ghost behind him, so he also gritted his teeth and stepped forward. past.

The two of them were given a lot of mouthfuls of seawater, and then they were completely knocked unconscious by the huge waves falling like steel plates.

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[Daily News: A vicious drowning incident suddenly occurred in Jingchuan Village, Yoshino County. On the way home, two villagers were maliciously taken to the seaside and drowned, and then they were thrown on the side of the road. Fortunately, passers-by helped and sent them to the hospital. They are still alive. Danger……]

[One of the men was soaked in seawater, and his facial skin was completely festered. Please come to Yoshino Kilometer Hospital to claim it as soon as possible...]

[The two men had multiple fractures all over their bodies, and they were suspected of being crushed by heavy objects. According to the parties involved, they were attacked by waves at a shrine not far from the entrance of the village, and the maiden among them was suspected to be a female ghost. ]

The corner of the announcer's mouth twitched when he received the newsletter: [At present, the injured person has been sent to the psychiatric emergency department, and the follow-up investigation is still in progress. The police have intervened in the investigation...]

At the end of the news, there was also a video of two unlucky guys being mosaiced. They were all bandaged and fixed on the bed. One of them had a bloody face, and even the bandages couldn't fit freely. They had to disinfect first and wipe off the sea water. The shrill scream could be said to make those who heard it cry.

However, this place has been renamed Yinghuazhou, and the police are not reliable. After Shi Shiran checked around the shrine and found nothing wrong, it hastily ended unexpectedly.

However, there were also a lot of curious reporters. Many people rushed into the ward, put the microphone to the mouths of the two, and asked them about the specific things they encountered.

Matsumoto was lucid. He saw the condolences and money brought by the reporter. Not only did he know everything, he even added fuel to it, dyeing the shrine and the shrine maidens in a strange color.

As for Yamashitaro—according to the doctor, he is almost insane and needs to go to a mental hospital for long-term treatment.

Ever since, many curious anchors, or bold young people, have moved the idea of ​​going on an adventure...

Wen Muqing couldn't help but support his forehead when he saw the police's way of handling affairs in this fart place. He said to the system inexplicably: "With this way of closing cases, it's no wonder they claim that the crime rate is extremely low."

"Flooded by sea water a few kilometers away from the ocean, this can all be closed by accident, but I underestimated their—level."

What's more, Wen Muqing didn't cover up the strange origin of the shrine at all, it was erected within a day, but just like that, the people in Yinghuazhou were blind enough to turn a blind eye.

On the contrary, he made a mistake. He shouldn't have acted so lightly. If he wanted to attract the attention of "Ark", he couldn't let them pass by like this.

Wen Muqing opened the database on the light screen without hesitation, selected the most unworthy guy from the policemen in Yinghuazhou, and threw him into the shrine on his own initiative.

Not only that, he also specially selected a live broadcast host who wanted to go in for an adventure, and made an appointment with him by text message, and "together" went to the shrine to explore.