Laugh to death, there are no ordinary people at all

Wutiaowu: "..."

I:"……"

The two of us stared at each other in silence for several seconds.

Probably because the warning value has been exceeded, instead of being hysterical due to anger, I am extremely calm.

In addition to organizing the language to prepare for the police to say, things like a thousand ways to die and thinking about how many years will be sentenced for killing in self-defense flashed through his mind.

Gojo Satoru pulled down the blindfold again.

This time he took a good look at the person. If he just thought this young woman was interesting, now he is in the state of 'wow, what a good thing I missed'.

He searched through his memory to make sure he didn't know this person.Yigu Youtai's investigation report did not show that there was such a person in his interpersonal relationship.As for Satoshi, there is nothing more.

Back then, in order to investigate the matter of 'Cursed Queen Kimoto Rika', he checked the eight generations of the ancestors of Kimoto Rika and Otoko Yuta. If there is such a young woman who is closely related to them, it is impossible for him not to find out. arrive.

His beautiful eyes turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of him again.

She is of average height.The skin is fair, but there are light dark circles under the eyes, and the hair is neatly tied up, with only sporadic hair sticking to the cheeks.

He also wore home clothes without any special features—it looked no different from the countless young office workers who passed by on the street.

But her eyes are very bright, and the expression on her face is unconsciously overflowing, like a female animal protecting her calf, she is fierce and not fake.

It’s weird.

He has never met himself, has never been in contact with Yuta, and does not exist in Lixiang's relatives and friends, but he will be genuinely angry because Yuta likes Lixiang.

This is really... so much fun.

Gojo Satoru didn't want to leave.

Compared to listening to those rotten oranges, this 'Miss Chuanping' is much more interesting.

I didn't pay attention to Mr. Wujo's gaze, and really called the police.

It's just that it was the same as the countless calls I made before, but it didn't connect—maybe my mobile phone is too advanced, and the signal here doesn't support it.

"Your expression seems to say that you are ready to fuck again."

It was obviously a matter involving his own students, but Gojo Satoru showed no sign of anger.

"I do think so."

I didn't deny it either.

"If the law can't sanction this perverted lolicon, then I can figure it out myself."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, blinking his beautiful eyes:

"But I know...the two of them are childhood sweethearts, right?"

"Pure P!"

"You're too old to tell elementary school students that it's pure love, so go tell the police whether the police believe you or not!"

This is Lolicon!It's kidnapping!

Before I could finish my roar, the atmosphere suddenly changed. A milky white mist suddenly rose from the world outside the convenience store. Almost at the moment when the mist surged, Minano Shuichi and Kuwahara Kazuma stood in front of me, one on the left and one on the right. I blocked it.But the fog was invisible, and soon poured into the convenience store.

"Kawahira, be careful—"

Before Shuichi Minano could finish his words, the mist engulfed us all.

After a few breaths, you can't see the people around you.In the world of dense fog, you can't see other people, and you can't see the shelves and counters that should exist in convenience stores.

It was as if I was the only one left in the world.

If it is normal, I will definitely be vigilant, and even my heart beats faster and I become frightened.

But I'm in a rage right now, so not only am I not afraid, I'm even kind of annoyed—annoyed that these dudes who don't know what interrupted me.

Like all foggy ghost films, something began to emerge faintly in the thick fog.

Some of them are in human form, and some are indescribably strange shapes, but without exception, they are all approaching me in the dense fog.

As they approached, various disturbing voices came.

There was the sound of ticking water, slapping windows, and more wailing.

"Why are you crying? What about reporting a funeral?"

I roared impatiently, and the rationality that I didn't have left disappeared in my mind with a 'swoosh'.

I just wanted to cry, but somehow I was thrown into the past time period, and I also encountered gangsters making trouble, and I was chased and ran eight streets when I came up.

I finally reunited with my friend, and before I was happy, I learned that the pervert coveted my sister not for a day or two, but for several years.

Probably because I didn't expect me to be so fierce, the 'existence' in the surging mist suddenly quieted down, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and soon it became more intense and boiled again.

First a vicious man holding a knife appeared in the mist, and then a woman with a child with dark eyes, prostrate on the ground, and her neck twisted at a strange angle appeared.

After that, the tongue stuck out so long that it dragged to the ground, and the whole body was covered in bruises like corpses.

Looking back, you can vaguely see more strange things struggling to come out.

It's like being on the set of an immersive horror movie.

As if it didn't scare me, I vowed not to give up.

My face sank and my brows became pimples.

These fuckers are so annoying, they don't care about the time when they do things - they don't know that others are busy confronting each other.

I took two deep breaths, then strode forward with a blank face, and kicked the man in the front with a kick full of my anger.

The man immediately let go of the knife in his hand, covered his chest with his hands and fell down hunched over.

Maybe it was because of the pain, he didn't even cry out, but made some meaningless gasping noises.

I picked up the kitchen knife he dropped.

"In my dream, I could kill you with a desk lamp. Don't you think it's enough to use some fog as an atmosphere?"

A sentence that I myself have some inexplicable words blurted out.

But I didn't care, but moved my body with a sneer.

Not sure what exactly these are, but I'm really annoyed right now.

Very, very angry, □□ has no human rights, so you can’t blame me for being rude when it comes to your door.

Probably because of those strange dreams before, I brushed up my proficiency.

Not only am I not afraid of these things, but I also have many bold ideas.

So I grabbed the tongue of the guy sticking out his tongue when he was stunned, raised the kitchen knife in my hand and chopped it down.

I don't know what this thing is, but seeing him rolling around on the ground covering his mouth and whining, his figure blurred by the rapid rolling, it should still be painful.

Based on the principle that most of the specially exposed parts of Two-dimensional monsters will be their strongest weapons, I grabbed the tongue that can mop the floor for more than one meter, and then looked at the blue-white face on the ground, crawling over with its neck twisted. woman and her child.

I waved my tongue in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other.

"Is it you moving or shall I help you move?"

woman:"……"

The woman twisted her neck back and stood up, while the dark-eyed child beside her quickly hid behind her mother, tightly closed her mouth that was about to scream, and even raised a pair of small hands to cover herself. own mouth.

The beings surging in the mist also paused.

I lift my chin.

"What are you doing if you don't live an honest life at this level? You have to be taught a lesson before you learn to be good?"

Not as good as the lord in the dream.

But even that lord, didn't he let me down for Lixiang to do scientific experiments?

At this moment, apart from the trembling man hugging his penis and the guy rolling on the ground without his tongue, the mist and other strange things were as quiet as chickens.

"Heh." Veggie chicken.

The monsters in the fog trembled unconsciously.

But the breath that was suffocating in my heart still persisted.So I imitated Nanye Shuichi, and whipped the tongue-like thing like a whip.

Surrounded by thick fog, I don't know what I hit. In short, once or twice in a few times, I did hit a solid touch.

The speed of the mist surge also slowed down as I swung the whip, and the mist began to avoid my whip as if consciously.

Not to mention, in addition to feeling a little disgusting, the feeling of waving the whip is really cool.

No wonder he was holding a whip when he saw Nanye.

I'm sorry Nanye, I actually misunderstood your hidden hobby.

Obviously, the feeling of flicking the whip is too cool.

"No, I won't let you go."

A hoarse roar came from the mist, and the 'fog' was trembling at the same time.

As a curse spirit born of 'artificial fear', he was supposed to represent all 'things of fear' created by human beings.

Unexpectedly, the fear that had just been born and hadn't devoured a few people, this ghostly place was sealed.

After finally finding a living person who thought he could absorb the strength to repair the damage, he never expected to be beaten up instead.

Is this guy really human? ?

How to face these fear representatives carefully created by human beings not only not afraid, but also beat them like a lesson to their grandchildren?

In the end who is the 'fear' ah.

"Then let's see if you don't let me go or I cut the weeds first."

Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. Treat all evil forces as cold as winter.

The sound in the fog became smaller and smaller, and the rolling speed of the fog accelerated again, but this time it no longer rushed forward, but retreated rapidly.

Before I could find the main body of the mist, it disappeared quickly.

Only the 'tongue whip' and kitchen knife in my hand remained.

I blinked and saw the familiar scene of a convenience store around me, so I breathed a sigh of relief, and unconsciously staggered two steps and leaned against the shelf next to me.

I didn't feel it just because I was holding my breath, but now I feel tired all over my body, especially the hand that just waved the whip, it's so sore that it's hard to lift it up.

"Miss Chuanping! Are you okay!"

Kuwahara Kazuma, holding the same lightsaber as the Jedi Knight, rushed towards me.

"It's okay, it's just that my blood pressure has gone up just now, and now I'm a little dizzy."

I shook my head, let go of the kitchen knife and rubbed my forehead.

"Nano and Gojo..."

I just raised my head, and the words got stuck.

"what happened?"

Noticing my stiffness, Kuwahara Kazuma came over and helped me stand still with his free hand.

"Are you okay? Are you dizzy?"

He looked flustered.

But I'm more at a loss than he is.

I said, "That, Mr. Kuwahara."

"What?" Kuwahara Kazuma replied while supporting me forward.

I pressed my forehead hard, and said seriously: "I think I may need to go to the hospital."

"What, what's the matter?"

"I may have accidentally concussed or broken somewhere"

I stared straight at the fluffy, swaying silver-white tail at the door.

The tail is very agile, it is not the fake props used in cosplay at first glance.So there must be something wrong with my head.

"Otherwise, how could I see a tail growing on a person's body?"