Laugh to death, there are no ordinary people at all

The little Hades on the other side of the phone continued to talk: "It is reasonable to say that it is not under our control, but if you can help there, you can help. The conjurers have also been dispatched, and I heard that they are leading the special team..."

Speaking of it, Shinjuku is also unlucky. Many years ago, it was almost reduced to a parade place for the night walk of ghosts.

I don't know what enmity these humans have with Kabukicho.Isn't there a landmark building like the East O Tower in the monster movie that must be destroyed.

"There should be no possibility of realizing 'Hundred Ghosts at Night' right now." The red-haired young man, who used to be the demon fox Kurama, did not have any emotional ups and downs because of the other party's excitement

The era of ghosts and goblins has long gone, and it is still very difficult to come back to the Hyakki Night Walk after being destroyed once. (The quantity is not very good)

Xiao Yan Wang explained with a headache: "They used urban legends."

Although there are supernatural stories everywhere in the world.But let's talk about various urban legends, as well as phenomenal urban legends.If Japan dares to say that it is second, no one dares to say that it is the first.

From "Hanako in the Toilet" to "The Beautiful Boy at the Crossroads", to "Gap Girl" and "Head Balloon", all kinds of urban legends are almost familiar to Japanese.

And fear itself is one of the best emotions to produce curses. It is no wonder that these urban legends produced by the unknown and fear have not disappeared for a long time.

If we want to completely disappear these "weirdness" born in urban legends, we can only completely eliminate people's fear of it and at the same time block the legend from continuing to spread.

However, these two points are especially difficult to achieve in the modern society with extremely developed information.

Urban legends keep spreading new fears, and the 'weird' born of legends are constantly being reborn.

At first they don't have much strength, the strength of a normal adult is enough to contend.

The real trouble is that they have the property of growing stronger as people panic.

Sure, how powerful a puppet can be, but how many people wouldn't be frightened for a split second if a puppet were suddenly charged at you with its neck twisted and floating in the air?

One person's fear may be limited, but what about ten, 100, or even 1 people?

This is where the trouble starts.

Speaking of this, Little Hades was full of resentment.

"Back then, I didn't know which wicked ghost made the strange story of the rip girl so big. What happened was that classes were suspended and the police patrolled. A small story was forced to be fed by human fear into a strange story that spread across the country. It was also a flower at the beginning It took a lot of effort to stop it."

Thinking of the sudden and terrifying overtime work, even after decades, Little Hades still feels resentful.

"I'll figure it out."

The red-haired youth glanced at the black mist surging not far away.

Little Hades was moved to tears: "Then please leave everything to me!"

However, before the hot tears fell from his eyes, the next second, he was poured cold water by Minano Hideichi, who has become a mature and ruthless social person:

"One yard owned by a yard."

"This is not the normal scope of work, so overtime pay is calculated separately."

The tone of the young man's demand for overtime pay is the same as that of the majority of human society and animals. It is hard to imagine that his real identity is the famous legendary fox and Tibetan horse.

"..." Little Hades on the other side of the phone couldn't help complaining to his subordinates. "Is he really a demon? Why do I think he is more human than human!?"

Back then, Yusuke never said he wanted wages.

"My lord Xiao Yan Wang, you still have to spend the money on the knife's edge!" The subordinate hurriedly persuaded.

"I didn't say no to flowers." Little Hades took out his calculator and pressed it a few times, then covered his heart.

Solving the financial crisis in the spiritual world is also an urgent matter.

We in the private room still don't know what's going on outside.

It's just that the vague temperature seems to be a little lower, and there is a vague feeling of eerie coldness that makes people uncomfortable.

"Isn't there a water leak upstairs?"

Maybe it's because of the alcohol, I feel a little slow in my reactions.But everyone was happy talking and singing together, so I didn't care.

It's not living here, and a little bit of coldness and forbearance will pass.

Although being drunk is not a good thing, this state of being slightly drunk without thinking so much is really suitable for drawing in feelings.

Maojing and Inukai still pop out some wonderful words from time to time, but probably because they listened too much, they have a wonderfully cute feeling.

The only thing that makes people feel a little regretful is that after a while, the KTV screen began to make a buzzing sound as if it was short-circuited, and gray-white snowflakes appeared on the screen from time to time.The originally beautiful singing voice was distorted into special effects of the underworld.

"what happened?"

The ear-piercing underworld special effects gave me a headache.

"Wow, why is that person's hair so long!"

Quan Kai, who was in high spirits after drinking too much, suddenly pointed at the screen and yelled.I squinted my eyes and saw a black-haired woman with very long hair combing her hair.

The background is too dark and the snowflakes on the screen are completely unclear.

"What hair, that's hair." I subconsciously corrected him.

"That hair is so long too." Mojing sighed.

"Indeed, it's so thick and enviable."

When I was in junior high school, I also had thick hair, but it was a pity that it was getting away from me day by day since I was preparing for the college entrance examination.

I touched my hairline distressedly.

"It's just that the maintenance is not very good, and there is no luster." The color is very black, but it looks dry without luster. "Pity."

Maybe hair... Bah, hair loss is a common crisis for social animals now. When this is mentioned, our conversation becomes more heated, from shampoo products to hair care shampoos, and from hair dryers to hair growth remedies that we have heard .

Only no one noticed that the woman combing her hair far away on the screen had come to the screen at some point, as if she could crawl out in the next second.

The woman on the screen had probably never seen this scene before, and she stopped in front of the screen for a long time without making another move.

We continued to chat about the special effects of the fifty-cent underworld.

"Actually, I think her hair can be used as a hair model. It's not easy to find such pure black long hair."

After all, dyeing and perm can modify the shape of the face to a certain extent to make people look better, and there are still a few who can persist in it.

"But such frizzy and untreated hair can't do it."

Maojing said in a low voice, for a cat who spends a lot of time grooming its fur, the messy and weedy hair is simply a cat disqualification!

"It doesn't feel smooth and shiny at all, no one will like it."

"That's true." I sighed, "I have made up my mind to grow long hair, why not take care of it?"

I'm actually looking forward to the image of long hair fluttering.It's a pity that the cruel real society does not allow me to spend a lot of time on haircuts.

It's just the three thousand troubles of long hair, whoever has tried will know.

"Oh." At the end, we sighed together.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Maybe it's because of too much humidity, I always feel sticky.

Especially since he ate some snacks just now, the sticky feeling on his hands became more prominent.

I wiped it with a paper towel and felt that I didn't hurry up, so I greeted them and left the room.

The temperature in the corridor is slightly higher than outside, but I don't know if it's because I drank too much, but I always feel that the lights in the corridor are weak.The place that should be brightly lit seems to be in disrepair for a long time.

Even the length seems to have increased a lot.If it wasn't because of the strength of the wine, I would definitely have noticed that I didn't hear any singing from the supposedly lively KTV along the way.

But at this time, I didn't think it was strange at all. I just vaguely felt that I followed the signs of the bathroom for a longer distance than I imagined, and finally found the door of the bathroom hidden in the corner.

"Oh, it can't be so dilapidated even in the corner."

I looked at the wooden door that seemed to be a product of the last century, and complained without thinking.

The wooden door creaked and opened from the inside to the outside, revealing the bathroom with pale lights inside.

The restroom also looks run down...well dated.

I even saw an old wooden barrel in the corner.

"Let's just say it's very broken. The door lock can't even be locked. If you can't afford to change the door, you should change the lock anyway. If a drunk person breaks in, who will be responsible?" There is no sense of security.

The wooden door suddenly jammed, and then hit the wall next to it.

It turns out that not only the door lock, but even the hinges on the door are no good.

But I'm just here to wash my hands.

I shook my head and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom is unsurprisingly shabby, and you can still hear the ticking sound of an untightened faucet somewhere.

In this environment, the brand new large mirror in front of the sink is very abrupt.

The half-height large mirror reflects the whole half of the toilet.

I walked over and turned on the same old faucet. The splashing water took away the stickiness from my hands and made me feel much more comfortable.

But rubbing and rubbing, I suddenly felt that the hand felt strange.

It's not like water, but like string or something.

I looked down, and I saw that at some point, the water stopped flowing from the faucet, but clumps of black hair gushed out.

What I just rubbed was these wet black hairs.

I was stunned.

When I took a closer look, I found that my hands were no longer black hair, but hair that was exactly the same as mine.

I felt like my heart stopped beating for half a beat.

Then I shook off those hairs and touched my own hair subconsciously.The result is a scalp-like feel where there should be smooth hair.

Looking up again, I saw myself in the mirror with only a few strands of hair hanging on.

My throat tightened, my heart beat faster, and the hairs all over my body seemed to explode.

"Ah, why is Ms. Chuanping standing here in a daze?"

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind.

I turned my head and saw a white-haired man with a blindfold standing at the door of the bathroom.

Still the familiar black eye mask, or the familiar smooth and creamy skin.

I screamed out:

"Teacher Wujo! I'm bald—"