Creation of Dongying Guitan

Sequoia and Frogman stood on both sides of the table, one on the left and one on the right of the phonograph, one left hand and the other right hand, one was holding the front end of the crank, the other was holding the back end, shaking without touching the skin.

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

The vinyl record turned slowly, the stylus lightly landed on the record, and the light in the room became gentle.

Sequoia's eyes froze, and she will never forget the scene at this time.

Soothing and warm music is faintly surging in the D-004 room——

"Calling

Calling somewhere deep in the soul,

いつもえがででも梦を描（えが）こう

Painting dreams all the time,

かなしみの数を言い忍(つ) くすより

Instead of pouring out all kinds of sorrows,

Same as じくちびるでそっとうたおう"

It is better to sing lightly with this lips.

"Is it "Forever Together"?"

Spirited Away's ending song "Together Forever".Sequoia couldn't help being a little surprised, this is her favorite song, but,

"Are you sure this kind of warm song will make Fujino fall into sadness?"

The red shirt turned to look at the frogman. This ugly face that looked a bit like a frog was abnormally white at the moment, his skin was bloodless, and he seemed to have aged a little in an instant——【Gramophone】Finally chose to attack the frogman .

"Are you okay?" Sequoia asked.

As he spoke, the other hand grabbed the frogman's wrist, trying to remove his hand from the crank.

"It's too late, the ones that should be smoked have already been taken away, probably this is the malice of the world towards ugly men, haha,"

The frogman laughed dryly and said, "The rules of this phonograph are only for

The grotesque works, and we may sound warm and healing, but to the grotesque, it's terribly sad.If you don't believe me, look—"

Sequoia looked at Fujino.

The grotesque and stiff expression in a suit gradually softened, and he stopped impatiently. He sat on the chair beside the desk, resting his chin with one hand, his eyes were absent-minded, as if thinking about the past in his life.

"You can start!"

The frogman turned around and took out a blank record from the giant black box, "When Fujino is at his weakest, just record him on the record, and then the power of rules will be completely cut off, and it will be completely settled."

The frogman said, and put the record on the [gramophone] disc...

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Chapter 56 Crisis?Dead end?Live bureau?

Failed.

After the frogman put the blank record on the turntable, colorful notes visible to the naked eye popped out from the speaker of the [gramophone], and drilled into Fujino's ears.

The moment the first note entered, Fujino's body blurred and twisted, but then a circle of gray ripples radiated out, and the moving note had no resistance, and was thrown to the wall on the other side and disappeared.

"how come!"

The crank kept turning, and the frogmen repeatedly tried to contain them, but without exception, all the bouncing notes were strongly rejected by the sad Fujino.

"This..." Hongshan was speechless, "You played for a long time, and this is the result?"

"I tried my best……"

The frogman was also very depressed. Looking at Fujino, who was still holding his chin and exuding a melancholy temperament, he looked a bit like a hero who walked out of a beautiful love movie.

He hurriedly put gold on the opponent's face: "As expected of a D-class humanoid grotesque, although the power of the rules is completely restrained, and it is also brought into a state of absolute sadness by the [gramophone], there is still room to resist..."

"Come on, what should we do now?"

After finally catching such an opportunity, Hongshan didn't want to give up easily.

But the frogman told her—the D-level [gramophone] doesn't work, let alone other E-level and below grotesques in the black box.

Soon, the sound of "da da da" crutches came from the corridor, getting closer and closer.

After a while, it became the same stiff footsteps as Fujino.

"It's grandma..." Hongshan sighed, "I knew I wouldn't need that gramophone."

"You can't say that, at least we tried it, and we don't have to regret it in the future."

Perhaps it was because the punch that hit Fujino's chin just now vented too much distress and unhappiness. Although he was sucked out of two years of life, the frogman's mood did not become too bad, but he was worried about the upcoming another. uninvited guest,

"You said, grandma won't deal with us, right?"

"Did you let the usury go? Or forced someone to death?"

"Not at all."

"Then don't worry about it," Hongshan looked at the door, "I'm afraid I can only go to the theater."

"By the way, poisonous tongue."

"Ok?"

"How do you usually decompress?"

"Decompression?"

"That's right," the frogman opened a drawer and looked inside, "Don't tell me there's nothing wrong with you, there's nothing mentally ill in our line of work, and you don't even dare to call yourself a freak investigator."

"At a time like this, why are you asking this?"

"Just talk about it, just consider it a wish of mine - I just saved your life for two years at least."

"You did it voluntarily!" Having said that, Hongshan replied, "I keep parrots."

"Keeping a parrot?"

The frogman was stunned, "Does this kind of elegant hobby help to vent emotions?"

"You know how good it is every morning and evening to have an hour of scolding with a bird that doesn't talk too fast."

"Hahahahahaha, I really deserve to be a poisonous tongue, so I practiced like this... Guess how I usually decompress?"

"Ok?"

The frogman turned around and walked to the giant black box again, took out a pair of green gloves from the drawer,

"The rules of this glove are super low, only

It can slightly increase strength and speed, but it's very exciting to hit people. I didn't expect that one day it could be used to fight monsters. "

"You came here to contain the grotesques," Hong Shirt frowned, "Why did you bring such useless things here?"

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime..."

Frogman puts on one glove and throws the other to Red Shirt.

He posed as a boxer facing Fujino, with his shoulders sideways, his left and right feet hopping alternately,

"Poisonous tongue... Now that we have determined that Fujino cannot be contained, it is useless to regret. My two years of life can't be wasted, just treat it as spending money on a disposable humanoid grotesque sandbag!

Remember, don't hold back, let out all the frustration and anger we have had over the years! "

"boom!"

As the frogman said, he kicked Fujino's right cheek.Then, another punch was thrown out, with great force, and it hit Fujino's lower abdomen heavily.

"Don't waste your time."

Hongshan immediately grabbed him and hid to the other side, "No one knows what will happen after grandma comes!"

The next moment, "Boom boom boom!"

There was a stiff knock on the door that was the same as when Fujino knocked on the door in the past...

Fujino stood up awkwardly, and appeared at the door of the room the next moment.

The door opened, and Satomi's grandmother stood at the door with a smile: "Fujino-san, the loan you owe to my company is due, please repay it."

Suddenly, there was a box in Fujino's arms. When he opened the box, it was full of money. He handed it to Satomi's grandma: "The money is here, even the interest is included. You can count it."

Satomi's grandma took the box, and the moment she got it, there was only a small half of the money left in the box, which was probably less than 50 yen.

"Is there only so much?" Grandma said.

Seeing this situation, even though Fujino was expressionless and grotesque, he couldn't help showing a dumbfounded state.

"You see," Hongshan said with a sarcasm, "I've researched it, and the most powerful thing about Grandma Satomi's rules is to give you back all the bad things you've done. She's simply the spokesperson of karma."

"It's only natural to pay off debts,"

Grandma Satomi's tone became exactly the same as when Fujino was demanding debts, "Look at this contract, your name is written on it."

Grandma finished speaking and raised her hand to close the door.

Fujino tried to stop him, raised his arm a little, but couldn't move an inch.

"Boom!"

The door shut abruptly.

A huge wood chipper appeared in the room, and the huge roar almost shattered the walls.