East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 108

Koda Manami's pain didn't last too long.

After a while, the figure of the man with a big hole in his forehead and the smell of fried chicken swayed and disappeared.

Koda Masahiro let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, God didn't kill them all, leaving him a way to survive.

But where did that person go?

Was it rescued?

Those who can save people from grotesques must also be grotesques. Can a grotesque also come to save me?

Koda looked directly above, at the lights hanging on the top of the passageway of the toll booth—the light was right in front of him, but he just couldn't reach it...

The lady at the toll booth poked her head out of the window again.

The light from the headlights shone on her face, making it extraordinarily clear.

"It's been an hour overtime,"

Muraoka Hanao went to the streetlight where Kawamoto Renpachi was marked, and looked around, "It seems that Kawamoto Renpachi really can't come back."

In another world that Muraoka Hanao couldn't see, Kawamoto Jinpachi screamed with all his might:

"Here I am! Open your dog eyes and look at me!"

Muraoka Hanao was completely indifferent.

"please!"

Kawamoto Renpachi knelt down, tears streaming down his face,
"Please help me, I really don't want to go back to that toll booth and become a zombie like those two people... Also, it hurts too much when the big truck runs over!"

Before he finished speaking, the transparent sticker on the back flickered, and there was a sharp pain of tearing.

When he opened his eyes again, beside Hitohachi Kawamoto lay the zombie man with shock, disappointment and panic all over his face.

Kawamoto Renpachi wanted to know the other party's name, why he was taken to this place by taxi, and maybe it was because he tampered with his friend's brakes.

But it seems that two people, or two zombies, can't communicate with each other at all.

And it was obvious that the other party looked very unwilling to see him.

"I don't want to come back either,"

Kawamoto Renpachi cried and said, "But there is no way."

Why does he keep going back and forth between toll booths and street lights?This is completely different from what that saury said before!
The blinding high beams flashed.

Kawamoto Hitohachi looked into the distance, and a heavy truck slowly drove into the passage.

Under the streetlights, a car sped past with its high beams flashing.

"Let's go."

Saury was holding a book called "Big Sword" and was taking a taxi by the side of the road.

"I told you when I came here," Muraoka Hanao hurriedly followed, "Isn't it good to bring your special car? Now I have to take a taxi in the middle of the night. What if I encounter that weird taxi? .”

"Flower."

"kindness?"

"Have you noticed that the driver's recent selection of triggers seems to... deserve it?"

"Uh..." Muraoka Hanao was taken aback by Saury's question, "This should not be something we need to consider."

"Then what should we consider?"

"Restriction? Containment? Even extermination... Anyway, regardless of whether the grotesques are doing good or bad things, no one can guarantee that one day, they will collectively go crazy."

"In the future, use your limited energy where you need it more,"

Saury stopped and looked at the majestic street lights in the distance, "There are still so many chaotic and disorderly grotesques in this world, it is meaningless to waste time on such law-abiding grotesques.

Even if one day, he will evolve to the point where he can't control it, let's wait until that day. "

"Then our next step..." Muraoka Hanao said.

"Observe for a while longer,"

Saury lowered his head and stared at the manga, and turned to the page where Claire rescued Raky, "If that driver chooses this kind of scum every time, I can feel at ease even if I let it go."

A taxi stopped in front of him, and Saury opened the door.

"and many more!"

Muraoka Hanao tried to stop him, "Shouldn't it be better to see if there is anything strange about this driver..."

Saury flipped through the comics and sat in.

Reluctantly, Muraoka Hanao had no choice but to quickly follow and got into the passenger seat.

The seniors in the class said that Mr. Saury can be insulated from the weird rules just by reading the comics. I hope the legend is true.

"Wait! Don't go...I'm still here!"

Behind the taxi, Hitomi Kawamoto ran as fast as he could, but could only watch the shadow of the taxi getting blurred in the dark night,

"Saury! Hanao Muraoka! And that red shirt! You bastards!"

"Wait, don't forget that some of you have eaten fried chicken made by my wife!"

"Just wait, tomorrow night, we will meet again in the passage of the toll booth!"

"At that time, I will continue to make fried chicken for you!"

While speaking, Renpachi Kawamoto felt severe pain from his back, and he returned to the passageway of the toll booth when a car ran over him...

All night, he flashed back and forth between tollbooths and streetlights, with increasing frequency and tearing pain.

Koda Manami, who watched him appear and disappear, disappear and appear again, and more and more frequently, also felt very desperate.

At midnight, a woman in black with short hair and a little boy passed near this street lamp.

The center of the boy's forehead suddenly split open, revealing a scarlet eye.

"Sister, look,"

The boy pointed under the street lamp, "There is a man over there."

The woman in black looked at Kawamoto Renpachi who kept flashing and disappearing, disappearing and flashing again, and said expressionlessly, "What is this? Look over there."

She stretched out her hand and pointed twice, and the street lights in the whole street were instantly turned off, and then turned on again quickly.

The scarlet eyes on the boy's forehead blinked, and he saw——

On the whole street, under every street lamp, there is a ghost standing, all looking over here...

"Red shirt, real name Nishi Shiori, grotesque investigator of the Special Investigation Section of the Lidu City Police Headquarters, 27 years old, 166 cm tall, 50 kg in weight."

The basement of Nara Apartment.

Kita Eijiro, who had just returned to the house, respectfully borrowed "The Collection of Kita Eijiro's Bizarre Tales of Taxi" from Gu Xing, and then immediately pushed Fujino who was reading a book aside from the desk, opened the book, and read in the latest Started to write on a page——

"Nishi Shiori was included in the proposal to be taken away by the ungrateful because:
The owner of the fried chicken shop Renpachi Kawamoto accepted the signature fried chicken made with natural ingredients and does not contain waste oil, but when Renpachi Kawamoto was about to be taken away by the messenger of justice, he chose to chase his idol - from Dongdu The inquisitor asked for his signature.

Kawamoto Renpachi's resentment soared into the sky..."

Kita Eijiro wrote a long paragraph, heartily, halfway through writing, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Xing... After a while, he lowered his head, frowned, and sketched out all the proposals he had already written, and wrote road--

"Sanken Meguro, a scumbag who killed his benefactor's husband, attempted to possess the widow. He was insane. The Tauren gave him a red card warning. The details are as follows..."

Eloquent is another long paragraph.

[Get 7 years and 11 months]

Gu Xingxin's life span came from Renpachi Kawamoto.

It is probably the remaining amount after Kita Eijiro deducted the lifespan required for his reinforcement rules.

It doesn't matter if talking is better than nothing, or if a little is accumulated, you will be happy if you gain something.

Gu Xing was more curious about how Kawamoto Renpachi teleported back and forth between two places infinitely, and the intervals became shorter and shorter, what would happen in the end—whether it would split into two ghosts, one under the street lamp and one at the toll booth.

"What about the Red Shirts?"

Gu Xing asked, "Can I watch the live broadcast?"

【Let me try】

【…】

[Strange, that judge seems to be able to block prying eyes]

"The angle of view of the red shirt doesn't work either?"

【Obviously...】

"Beauty!"

The curly-haired man in the modified car said to the red shirt who was running wildly beside him, "Do you want to get in the car?"

Hongshan turned her head and glanced at the other party. It seemed that the man was also going towards the judge. She was quite interested in this, and immediately jumped and got in through the opened window of the co-pilot.

"There are two strokes,"

Seeing that the red shirt was sitting up, the man immediately stepped up the accelerator, his speed soared again, and he was a little closer to the judge who was riding a motorcycle in front of him.
"You are from Lidu Weird Investigation Division, right? The code name is..."

Obviously, the other party knows that the name of the weird investigator cannot be known to outsiders.

"red shirt,"

Red Shirt looked at the man, and asked tentatively, "Are you also chasing the man in front?"

"You'll never guess who he is,"

The curly-haired man flicked the lighter, lit a cigarette with one hand, took a puff, and spat it out the window, "Reaper, have you heard of it?"

Red Shirt pretended to be dazed and shook his head.

"A lawless guy whose real name is said to be Mitsui Card,"

The curly-haired man rested his cigarette-holding hand on the car window, "You have to admit that he killed criminals, people who deserved to die ten thousand times with crime and blood on their hands.

But the hateful thing about this guy is that when he solves the problem, he never thinks of relying on the law or following the law. He always does it himself, and his methods are extremely cruel and cruel. Scoundrel, a total jerk!

You are a grotesque investigator and a policeman in a sense, you should understand that, right?
law!

No matter what we do, we must act within the rules of the law, otherwise criminals will penetrate everywhere, and this country, this world, will be finished! "

"Um……"

The red shirt looked at the curly-haired man, "What about you, who are you?"

"Toto Metropolitan Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Division First Investigation Section, Nobuo Soma,"

The curly-haired man said: "You can also call me a tracker, I am the lifelong enemy of the outlaw lunatic in front, and my mission from birth is to take this self-righteous guy into prison and bring him to justice.

No matter where he escapes, even if it is another planet, even if he goes to hell, I will chase him in and fish him out, and put him in Abashiri Prison! "

While speaking, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the judge in front of them.

"Look,"

Nobuo Soma pressed a modification button on the steering wheel, and the rear of the car seemed to be equipped with injectors, and rushed forward with a "swish".
"I'm not bragging, I'm the closest to catching this guy in the entire Dongdu city!

Several times I was about to succeed, but unfortunately I missed it by a hair.

I even actually caught him that time in Hotan.But those guards in the Metropolitan Police Department are simply a bunch of poor people!Or let him escape...

This time I will never make such a mistake. "

After rushing forward for a while, the modified car was only more than 20 meters away from the judge. Nobuo Soma raised his pistol and aimed at the judge's shoulder.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

It seemed that the front wheel of the modified car exploded, and the whole body flew up, rolled in mid-air, and fell down heavily.

Nobuo Soma's bullet missed completely, hitting an innocent street lamp by the side of the road.

Fortunately, the safety facilities on the car were well configured. Two people deflated the tightly wrapped airbags and climbed out of the car window.

"Despicable beast!"

Nobuo Soma patted the ashes on his sleeves, watching the Judge ride away,
"Do you know that the modified motorcycle that this guy is riding now is the one I brought to Lidu this time. He is not only a murderer, but also a despicable thief!"

What's even more "asshole" is that when the judge was stealing the motorcycle, the judge would press a remote control bomb on Nobuo Soma's modified car...so that Nobuo Soma thought he was really only a hair away from victory...

The corners of Hongshan's mouth curled up, as expected of her idol who has never changed since she entered the industry.

"What are you laughing at?" Nobuo Soma frowned.

"It's nothing," Hongshan held back a smile, "What are you going to do next?"

"Did he think he had won?"

Nobuo Soma sneered, "It's far from over."

As he spoke, he took out a metal tube with a rather complicated structure from his arms, and pressed the button at the bottom.

The metal pipe crackled and changed into a propeller with a handle.

The propeller spun at high speed, Nobuo Soma grabbed the handle and flew into the air, looking at Red Shirt, "Just wait and see, I will catch him!"

He turned around and chased after the judge. He had just flown more than ten meters...

"boom!"

He was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out on the spot.

After knocking Nobuo Soma unconscious, Hongshan hugged him and put him on a nearby recliner.

Redshirt certainly didn't think Nobuo Soma could really catch the Inquisitor.

But it's clear that this evening, a stalker of legal values, is going to get in the way of redshirts getting autographs.

Red shirt once again turned into a red shadow and chased after him, his speed soaring to the extreme.

At the beginning, she quickly pulled into the distance with the judge.

But when the judge speeded up, he couldn't catch up anyway.It turned out that when he and Nobuo Soma competed for speed just now, the judge didn't use his full strength at all.

"Hey, idol,"

The red shirt shouted loudly: "Since you are in Lidu, how about I treat you to a big meal? If you don't have time, you can also leave an autographed photo."

The judge looked back at her, flicked his right hand back, his wrist shook slightly, and a high-speed spinning card flew towards the red shirt.

Red Shirt reached out to take the card and held it in front of his eyes——

It was a photo of Death with a scythe, exactly the same as the one on the judge's chest.

In the lower right corner of the photo, the name of Mitsui Certificate is signed.

The handwriting is pretty cool.

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