East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 359 If I Say, Someone Will Snatch You From Me
"you……"

The writer looked up at his grotesque girlfriend with a surprised expression on his face.

【All the living have told me】—Lvyou Lihui wrote this on the paper.

"Don't worry," the writer turned his head and continued to write, "I can handle it myself."

Green friend Li Hui took a notebook and started writing. After a while, she handed the notebook to the writer, which read:

[I can't help you with novels, but leave the other two things to me]

At this moment, the writer feels that what stands behind him is by no means grotesque, not even a little grotesque.

……

The hotel under the snow, the survivors are waiting alone at the hotel entrance.

Not long after, the director and Shengzi came out from the stairs.

"My assistant told me,"

The survivors greeted him, "You two want to go back to Lidu?"

"Feel sorry,"

The Son said, "Suddenly there is something urgent."

Survivor: "But, the case here..."

"Only Eijiro will go with us," Shengzi said, "The other members of the Weird Alliance will stay, and they will deal with any troubles. As for me and the director, we will be back soon."

"All right,"

The survivor walked out with the two of them, "I wish you all the best, and you must be careful on the road... I am afraid that the organization will make some moves recently."

"Don't worry," Shengzi looked at the director next to him with gentle eyes, "I hope they will do something to me, so things will be easier."

"Eating dog food early in the morning...is so sweet,"

The survivor sent the two out of the door, "By the way, when will you get married? I know that the writer and green friend Li Hui are already planning."

Holy Son: "I don't have that idea at the moment."

Survivor: "Why?"

"Marriage is not a recipe for locking a man—"

Seiko walked towards the car driven by Kita Eijiro, "Love is what it is."

"Well, I shouldn't have asked,"

The survivor opened the car door for the other party in a gentlemanly way, "If you hold a wedding, remember to notify me."

"Yes," Shengzi got into the car, and the living person helped her close the door, "goodbye."

……

Cedar Hotel in the western suburbs of Silver Valley Town.

In his room, Gu Xing flipped through the "Pawn Shop No. [-]" representing the weird trader.As a director, he accompanied Shengzi back to Lidu, while the deity stayed in Yingu to continue to observe Tang Zezhenqin.

So far, Tang Ze is the only one who has seen the head-pulling witch, but there is no black coil on her neck, nor amnesia.Perhaps, this is the key to cracking the rules of the head-pulling witch.

As for the trial ground of the Holy Son and the grotesque reincarnation, since the entry time of the Holy Son has been delayed, it can be put aside for a while.

"Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

Gu Xing opened the door, and Tang Ze Makoto was standing outside the door. She was pale and crumbling, and said, "Detective Guangchuan, I dreamed of her again!"

"Don't panic," Gu Xing invited her into the room, "Tell me about your dream."

"It's still the same as on the plane that day,"

Tang Ze Makoto walked in, sat on the sofa, curled up, "I was lying on the bed, and she bent over and floated in mid-air, directly opposite me, staring at me like that."

Gu Xing: "You still don't have that black coil around your neck?"

"No," Tang Zezhenqin shook his head, "Not at all—this kind of nightmare is really too bad."

Gu Xing: "Can you try talking to her in your dream?"

"I don't know,"

Tang Zezhenqin tried to recall the dream at that time, "It seems to be possible, but I was too scared at that time."

Gu Xing: "As far as I know, everyone who has seen her can't move, let alone open their mouths. If you can talk, then you can give it a try."

Tang Ze Makoto: "I... I can't imagine that kind of picture."

Gu Xing: "Anyway, it won't get worse."

"I can try to talk to her," Tang Zezhenqin looked at Gu Xing, "but I have a condition - recently, you must stay by my side... just like you did when you investigated the eccentric species .”

……

The car is getting closer and closer to Lidu.

In the driver's seat, Eijiro Kita looked at the magnificent city not far away.

"so,"

In the back row of the car, Shengzi rested his chin and looked out the window, "You agreed to Tang Ze Makoto's request?"

"I said," Gu Xing took her hand, "You won't be jealous, right?"

Shengzi: "Tch--if there is someone who will snatch you away from me, Chiyo, Hongshan, and my idol Karazawa Makoto are one of them, I will never will be sad."

Gu Xing flicked her forehead with his finger, "Nonsense,"

"It's hard to live with a big star,"

Shengzi stuck out his tongue, "Remember to ask for more autographed photos for me."

……

In Lidu, the door of a household of the son's parents' house.Not very distinctive building, surrounded by very quiet, passers-by in twos and threes.

Kita Eijiro parked the car not far from the side of the road.

Holding the gift box in his hand, Gu Xing walked towards the door with Shengzi.

After walking a few steps, the Holy Son suddenly stopped.

Gu Xing turned around and looked at her, "What?"

Shengzi: "I thought about it, you'd better not go in with me."

Gu Xing: "Why?"

"Look at your mask," Shengzi pointed at Gu Xing's face, "I'm afraid it will scare my parents."

"Okay," Gu Xing said helplessly, "But there must be such a day, right?"

Shengzi blinked: "Then let's talk about it later!"

……

Nishii Hiroshi is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, while his wife Sakakihara Miwa is watching a soap opera attentively.

Since their daughter Seiko Nishii joined the mysterious investigation department of the Lidu Police Headquarters, Hiroshi Nishii and Miwa Sakakihara no longer needed to worry about making a living. Seiko would send a large amount of pocket money to their cards every week.

Logically speaking, it is definitely a good thing for his daughter to be promising, but for some reason, Nishii Hiroshi always feels worried, and would rather his daughter return to his original job as an ordinary policeman.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Nishii Hiroshi and Sakakihara Miwa stood up at the same time,

"Is it the Holy Son?"

"Old man, are you confused? The Holy Son has gone to the Eastern Capital."

Hiroshi Nishii opened the door, and it was Seiko standing outside the door, and she threw herself into Hiroshi Nishii's arms...

Nishii Hiroshi: "Holy Son, you are..."

Holy Son: "Father, Mother, I miss you!"

Miwa Sakakihara: "Didn't you go to Dongdu?"

Holy Son: "Come back for a while, I won't be here for long."

Nishii Hiroshi: "You child, how many times have I told you that it is good to work in Jiaoban. Now I go to that special department, which always makes people feel uneasy. I heard that it is now spreading on the Internet. The killing of monsters has nothing to do with you..."

Son: "Father..."

Miwa Sakakihara: "Oh, it's not easy for the child to come back once, why are you talking about this?"

Hiroshi Nishii: "Who made her so uneasy."

Miwa Sakakihara: "Then let her go home first?"

"It's better for mother!"

The Son immediately threw himself into Sakakihara Miwa's arms, "Look at what I brought back from the East."

……

During the day, there are still fifteen days before the head-pulling witch's driving rules.

Dongdu, Iwaki Publishing House office building, a certain office.

"Trash, utter rubbish,"

The editor called the writer while looking at the computer screen, "I can't believe it, this is something you wrote, eight volumes."

Bajuan is a pen name commonly used by writers.

After returning to the Eastern Capital from Kamo Maki, Kamo Maki was overwhelmed with inspiration. In less than half a month, he wrote "The Strange Love Story of Yin and Yang", and immediately sent it to the editor of Iwaki Publishing House.

"Are you joking?"

The writer said: "You think this is rubbish? I am very confident in it. I have never had such a good work."

Editor: "If you really think so, you shouldn't be in this business—trust me, once this novel hits the market, the whole book will make a mockery of our taste at Iwaki Press."

"very good!"

The writer said: "So, you don't plan to publish at all?"

Editor: "This is not a mature work - if you insist on publishing, take a year and a half, and there may be a chance to give it a facelift."

"beep--"

The writer hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)