East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 109
"Yo, the flat-chested woman finally got her autograph,"

On the red shirt's chest, the blood parrot fluttered its wings, "However, this photo doesn't look very good."

"Hmph, silly bird,"

Staring at the Sickle Reaper in the photo, the corners of Hong Shirt's mouth almost turned up to the sky, "It's a pity that I didn't take a group photo."

After looking at it for a long time, imprinting every detail in the photo in his mind, Hongshan put it away, "Get ready to withdraw, call it a day, and go home."

"Huh?" The blood parrot said, "Aren't you going to the saury?"

"Kawamoto Renpachi was shot down by my idol, why should I go back?"

"You're still an idol," the parrot said disdainfully, "Why are you a policeman? You don't care if an idol kills someone? Take this bastard to jail."

"Are those killed by my idols still human? Scumbags are better than them. I can't wait to go up and make up for it. Including Kawamoto Renpachi just now. This guy has definitely done extremely bad and disgusting things. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of being an idol?" I came all the way from Dongdu."

Halfway there, I saw Nobuo Soma lying on a bench.

"Where's this guy?" The blood parrot nuzzled, "You're not going to leave him here, are you?"

"Isn't he the old enemy of the idol?"

The corners of Hong Shirt's mouth turned up slightly, "You won't catch a cold and have a stroke because of the wind blowing on the bench outside all night, right?"

Not far away, the chains on his chest suddenly vibrated.

Immediately afterwards, the blood light flickered, reflecting scarlet on the surrounding ground.

This scarlet color is very penetrating, but only she and the parrot can see it.

"Is this the darkest color? Can't it get any redder?"

The parrot raised its paw, looked sad, and stared at the bloody chain, "That means, in a few days, the gates of hell will be completely opened to flat-chested women."

"Say it like you don't have to go."

Hongshan stood in the middle of the road, the nearby street lights were very dim, and the light was far away from him.

"I've turned into a bird anyway..." said the parrot.

Red shirt raised his head, looked at the dark night sky, stared at the chain for a long time, and suddenly said: "Hey, silly bird, you are right... maybe in a few days, we will both die."

"Don't worry, you idiot die a hundred times and I will live well..." the parrot cursed.

"I mean,"

The red shirt said solemnly: "Before we die, shall we... one last fight? Maybe we can survive?"

The parrot nodded repeatedly.

"go!"

Hongshan hails a passing taxi casually, gets in and says, "Go to the Nara apartment."

The dark red taillights went away, disappearing in the night of the post.

The bright lights of the car illuminated the alley, and the inquisitor recognized it as an empty taxi.

Throwing the motorcycle to the side of the road, the judge stopped the car, got in, and sat all the way to the gate of an abandoned Yihujian in the southern suburbs.

Walking into the room, a little girl with a jacket on her upper body and a pleated skirt on her lower body, with a very delicate appearance, looks a bit like a half-race, holding a hand-made doll in her arms, lying on her side on the sofa and falling asleep.

The judge walked lightly and sat on the sofa on the other side.

"uncle!"

The little girl opened her eyes with surprise, "Are you back?"

The judge put a photo of a man with a big hole in his forehead and his face covered in blood on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of the little girl.

The girl looked at the man in the photo and trembled all over.

"He is dead," said the judge.

The girl lay on the coffee table, crying unabashedly.

Half an hour later, with the backpack hanging behind him, the judge led the little girl into the night.

"Uncle," the girl said with tears still on her face, "Where's the motorcycle you used when you came, why don't we leave on it?"

"I borrowed that car from an idiot, and it has a locator on it,"

The judge said: "Besides, I'm afraid that if we sit too much, the two of us will become as stupid as him."

"Oh~ forget it then."

Two people, one big and one small, walked forward side by side, and the street lamps cast a high and low shadow, sometimes elongated, sometimes shortened, like the rapid rotation of the earth, and like the cycle of life from nothing to existence, from existence to nonexistence.

One hand was propped on a lamppost near the Nara apartment, and the other hand was put in the pocket——

Redshirt has maintained this position for a long time.

The light above the head shone down, and the shadow given to the red shirt was only a small ball on the soles of the feet.

"Hey,"

The blood parrot flapped its wings, "Are you going to get in or not? You've been standing here for half an hour."

"Aren't I just thinking about it?" Hongshan held his forehead with his hand in his pocket, "I don't know how to start..."

"You are the slutty witch who tricked 120 men into a hotel."

"Those were just playing around."

"..."

"otherwise,"

Hongshan suddenly raised her head, "Forget it? Death is a small matter, but injustice is a big deal..."

"..."

"Anyway, in this state, I can't knock on his door."

"I'll teach you a way."

"Ok?"

"As long as you don't do it yourself, it's easy to get drunk, right?"

Hongshan rushed into the convenience store, bought ten bottles of soju, and left.

"Nowadays beauties can drink a lot," the salesperson looked at the back of the red shirt, "the more beautiful they are, the better they can drink."

Customers who are checking out: "Why are you so emotional?"

"Just now, there was a lovely-looking girl who also bought several bottles by herself..."

"咚咚-"

In the basement of Nara Apartment, there was a knock on the door.

Zaohui, who was wearing a red dress, immediately stood up nervously.

Gu Xing was reading "The Collection of Bizarre Stories of Sayae Ogami Who Likes to Wear Red Dresses", when Fang happened to see Red Shirt's investigation of domestic violence man Tokuo Hirashima.

"Who?"

"It's me~"

Gu Xing stood up and opened the door.Zao Hui stood aside and stared at the door.

"Gu Xingjun! Good evening!"

Standing outside was Shengzi, holding a convenience store bag in his hand.

"good evening……"

"Good weight."

The Son shook the bag.

Zaohui on the side seemed to snort.

Gu Xing took the bag over, it was really heavy.

Looking inside the bag, there are several bottles of sake, as well as sushi, rice balls, and some messy snacks.

"This is……"

"I suddenly want to drink today, so..."

Gu Xing let the Son into the room.

Zaie glared and tried to block the son with her arms, but the son passed through her body.

Gu Xing thought for a while, since the last dinner to celebrate the smooth resolution of Fujino's weird incident, Gu Xing hasn't had a drink for a while.

Surrounded by grotesques, dead people happen almost every day. This reality is still very depressing, and I really need the help of alcohol to relax from time to time.

"Tonight, you must not get drunk or return home!"

Shengzi is already on the table, setting up sake, wine glasses, bowls and chopsticks, appetizers, and various snacks, "You must have fun."

In fact, until half an hour ago, the Holy Son had no intention of drinking.

But just now, when he was lying on the bed and checking the listing information with him, Sheng Zi's heart suddenly throbbed.The source of the throbbing seemed to be right next door.

"It's something bad."

She always felt that something very bad was going to happen about Gu Xing.

She could even quite keenly feel that what is about to happen may not be bad for Gu Xing, but it must be devastating for herself.

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