Bizarre beater

"1. There is only one headquarters building of the Port Mafia, please do not enter the wrong building, or you will bear the consequences.

2. Please do not carry dangerous items. If you carry a controlled knife, please hand it over to the nearest person in black suit immediately. If you carry guns and other items, please throw them on the ground immediately, and lie on the ground with your head in your hands.After accepting the staff's body search, you can continue to act after showing your identity.

3. All Mafia members wear black suits. If you see a woman in a red kimono or a little girl in a red skirt, please stand against the wall and bow your head immediately. Don't speak, and please pretend you didn't see it.

4. There are no little girls and no little boys in Port Mafia.There are no children's dolls anywhere.

5. If you see a little girl with blond hair who is not wearing a red dress, please don’t panic, and don’t help her hide, as soon a doctor in a white coat will take her away.

6. If you see a doll with a bandage on its head and bleeding on its face, please pick it up and hide it in your clothes immediately, and go to Director Dazai.

If you meet a boy with stars in his eyes on the way to Dazai, please do not respond to any words of the other party and avoid physical contact with him. (If the other party asks you if you have seen the doll, please keep walking at a normal speed; if the other party asks you if you want to play with him, please run in the opposite direction at a speed of [-] yards and enter the elevator)

Little boys don't cry. If you hear crying, please hold the doll in your arms tightly and protect it from any bumps and damages.

7. Places with open doors such as smoking rooms, entertainment rooms, and canteens are within the scope of access. Entry is prohibited in the basement and above the [-]th floor without permission. Entry in the basement is prohibited without the leadership of members above the cadres.

8. The Port Mafia does not eat lemons anywhere, please stay away as soon as you see them.

9. The shadows swaying in the corridor, the fangs of the shadows on the wall, the smell of blood in the air and the sound of coughing are all normal phenomena. Don’t be surprised. You just need to lower your head when you see adults who are frowning but have no eyebrows.

10. The Port Mafia has no visitors, and non-headquarters staff suggest surrendering immediately. "

Party B's Yunhe was stuffed with no less than five similar leaflets from the time he entered to the cafeteria.

It looks like they were all torn from a similar notebook.

The people who stuffed the leaflets were either in a hurry, or pretended to have done nothing with serious expressions, but all of them left quickly.

Seems to be a parody campaign initiated by someone who intends to scare people with this behavior.

He remembered that he had bought a book that hadn't been opened yet, and was going to read it when he was going back.

The staff in the cafeteria seemed to have been greeted in advance, and a luxurious dinner was packed early, and when they handed it over silently, there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

Traditionally, basements are not good places to be.

Damp, dilapidated, dimly lit, the air will be filled with the smell of rust and decay, rustling sounds can be heard from the corners, and heavy chains are wrapped around the door of the cell.

Then a big beauty who was covered in bruises but still shining was locked inside, waiting to be rescued.

None of the above except the Great Beauty.

The deepest underground of the port mafia headquarters was built as a garden that can cut off the detection of abilities.

Although the sun is not visible, there are weather and light that can automatically simulate the outside world, and even the flowers outside the window can still bloom beautifully.

The decoration style is romantic European style, there are several rows of bookshelves by the wall, manuscripts are piled on the table, and a handsome blond man sits on a wicker chair by the window, exuding a lazy atmosphere.

It appears to be the poet and his residence.

But Party B, Yunhe, felt that the other party must be making money for the port mafia—the time, technology and materials needed to build such an underground world would be astronomical if converted into money.

After looking at the gentleman who was staring at him for a moment, he said kindly, "Are you alone here?"

The client did not give the name of the target person, but only said to send it to the basement.

Verlaine: "If it's for delivery, it's for me."

Compared with other people who saw Party B Yunhe for the first time and regarded him as a non-lethal ordinary person, the assassin king with rich experience can be said to be able to see the opponent's force value at a glance.

Some people's eyes are casual because they are ordinary, and some people's casualness is because there are few things in the world that can threaten them.

This man is both.

It's a bit strange to come to deliver food to him, but he doesn't bother to investigate (as long as it's not necessary to kill, he doesn't care who delivers food to him).

He is not interested in these.

The beater who is obviously the strongest but still has to work puts down his dinner, opens any door and leaves.

Probably there were only three incidents. Among the ten orders today, only three orders were relatively bizarre (he even thought it was not surprising that the fisherman caught a big octopus and a beautiful woman lived in the basement...).

At night, Party B Yunhe turned on all the lights in the house, and then wrapped up in a blanket and hugged the pillow to open the newly bought book.

Just as some people love to play games, there are also people who are afraid of ghosts and watch horror stories at the same time.

As the title of the book says, this is a collection of various rules and strange talks, focusing on novelty and thoughtfulness.

When Party B Yunhe looked at the first one, he didn't know what to say.

When I saw the second one, I felt that some rules were inconsistent.

When I saw the third one, I wondered what would happen if the rules were broken.

……

When I saw some bizarre content in the back, I was thinking, "Can this emergency measure be done by humans?".

When he turned to the last story, the corner of the pillow was about to be bitten off by him.

After reading the results, I was still disappointed.

There are twenty pages at the back to encourage readers to create their own.

No decryption, no decryption, no decryption.

The brainless reader who has reread it three times, Mr. Yunhe, the second party, is stupid.

He bit his finger like Mr. Neighbor, opened the first page and looked again.

The book was full of "follow the rules", but when he looked around in the middle of the night, the words "terror" were written between the lines.

The air conditioner turned on at high temperature and the lights turned on everywhere could not warm his heart.

He turned on the game, at three o'clock in the morning, the world channel was telling ghost stories.

Party B, Yunhe, finally remembered the forgotten Smilte, and spent a hundred magic points to summon him out.

Feeling the fear beneath his numb expression, Smilt reached out to pat him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Can you imagine the feeling of a skeleton clapping your shoulder with its crunchy palm, and you turn your head to see the "comforting" spirit of the will-o'-the-wisp in the other's skull jumping lively?

Anyway, Party B Yunhe has never felt that the other party is so scary.

He slapped the opponent to pieces, took two deep breaths, and went to the balcony to observe the neighbor secretly.

At three o'clock in the morning, the industrious Mr. Tosi has not gone to sleep.

He didn't dare to face the darkness of the corridor, so he turned directly to the opposite balcony.

Fyodor, who came out to check the situation after receiving the alarm, saw his neighbor grabbing his clothes at the neckline. He seemed to be frightened and looked at him with high concentration, as if he was looking at the only one of his kind in his own world.

The cold wind was blowing on the balcony in the early morning, shivering the other party with a large collarbone exposed, so that he gripped the clothes even tighter, and the big amber eyes were covered with water, which was very pitiful.

It's a beautiful expression I've never seen before.

This hateful guy always has a casual attitude towards everything he encounters, whether he encounters floods or lava, he drifts with the tide, and he does everything with confidence.

Therefore, he couldn't imagine what could scare the other party like this.

No... he was interested.

I also want to know what can scare the other party like this.

Party B Yunhe twitched the corners of his mouth, tried to show a smile, and asked: "I reflected on myself at night and felt that there are too many things that bother you, so I want to come and ask you if there is anything I can help right away. Such as repairing water pipes, light bulbs, computers, etc..."

He thinks he is as sincere as usual, but in fact he is like a kitten who longs for warmth and companionship, and is born to pretend that "I want to bring happiness to this human being".

Seemingly caring, but actually begging.

"I don't have anything here that I need your help for now."

This sentence made Party B Yunhe's heart plummet, and for a moment he couldn't think of any reason to be in the same room with a living person—he was now indifferent to the sentence in the curse, "the world of the dead and the living cannot be distinguished." "I got scared.

He had no doubt that in the underground and streets of Leibo Street, there were countless wandering souls of the dead.

Therefore, at this time, he lacked the courage to even turn around.

After seeing the other party getting lost and becoming more scared and uneasy, Fyodor lowered his eyes to hide the evil in his eyes, and said thoughtfully: "But I can't sleep well tonight, if someone wants to talk to me Enough."

The white-haired young man who became happy again because of his words let go of the clothes he was holding. The rest of the white silk pajamas were clean, except for a piece of fabric in front of the heart that was pulled crumpled, and the buttons on the collar were all undone. two.

The white hair with excellent texture was scattered in a mess, and a few strands slid down the shoulders and hung on the clavicle that was still wet from cold sweat. It was hard to tell which one was more eye-catching than the current silver moonlight.

Party B Yunhe reached out to shake his hand: "I really want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you late at night."

His words had probably never been so heartfelt.

So it's very comforting.

The kind Mr. Toss let someone come into his house, and lent him his cloak because he had no blanket or anything like that.

In fact, Party B, Yunhe, who was not afraid of the cold, hugged the cloak in his arms, and sat obediently with his legs folded. His eyes fell on what seemed to be a hardcover version of "Ghost Talk Collection of Rules" on the table, and he couldn't help shaking.

Noticing his demeanor, Fyodor deliberately picked up the book and started talking about this topic: "This is a very popular book in Yokohama recently. Have you read it?"

"...Actually, I was reading it just now. It is so well written that I dare not read it in the future."

"why?"

"..." Party B's Yunhe hugged his clothes even tighter, as if he was reluctant to reveal himself, but because of his promise of "I want to chat with you", he hesitated for a while and said, "I'm afraid of ghosts...to be exact By the way, I'm afraid of ghost stories."

Fyodor: ?

He couldn't imagine that this was something a person who raised the god of death could say.

"With all due respect, why? As far as I can see, your attitude towards Smilt is very ordinary."

He doesn't understand.

The author has something to say:

Chapters 19-27 related to the strange talk about rules are a bit of a stream of consciousness according to the feedback description. You can watch the content as needed, but it is not recommended to skip it completely

Paste an explanation of a rule-like strange talk (from Moegirlpedia):

Mention certain phenomena that are obviously contrary to common sense or cannot be explained by common sense;

Describing something that goes against common sense, such as describing something that is usually safe as dangerous;

Suggesting, requiring or even threatening readers to do something that is obviously contrary to common sense;

When making the aforementioned abnormal description, do not explain the reason, reason, or vaguely describe it, or act as if there is no abnormality;

Directly express or imply the existence of "monstrous" things (gods, ghosts, indescribable things, "it"...);

Multiple rules conflict with each other, including different rules given in different rule documents or for different identities of informees;

The writing itself is incoherent, smeared, suspected to be disturbed, etc. (meta nature)

In addition to horror and weird elements, rule-based ghost stories often also give full play to their genre characteristics, adding common elements in the rules/codes in life, such as "ask for help from the staff" and "leave quickly when you encounter XX" and other sentence patterns .