Damn! I'm surrounded by beautiful women's ghost stories

"Yukinoshita Yukino?" The man suddenly realized: "Oh, I know her."

"You call this three-dimensional face blindness?" Xia Shu stuffed the comic back and complained. When he found that the other party didn't care at all, he said, "I don't know if Ichika has mentioned it to you. How should I describe my current problem? After falling asleep, I will enter a dream. The first time it was only a few days, and the second time it took two months. She said you might have a way."

"Chang Meng!" The man suddenly looked excited. He walked to the shelf where the "Ama Zong Belt" was placed, picked up a comic book and handed it to Xia Shu.

The desire to share that is unique to otakus is very pure.

Xia Shu took the comic and said, "Isn't this Tomie?"

Tomie Part 2, published in April 1999.

What does it have to do with Chang Meng?

"I have his signature." The man came over, flipped open the first page and pointed at the signature on it.

Xia Shu, who thought he had a very creative brain, also felt that he could not keep up with the other person's thinking speed.

"It's pretty good," he commented dryly.

"You and she are both considered third-type contact persons, right?" He put away the comic book as a treasure and asked a question without any context.

Xia Shu was also very interested in aliens, such as Bermuda, UFOs, and ET riding a bicycle across the moon. After all, these were the characteristics of the times and were hotly discussed all over the world.

Astronomer Hynek once proposed the classification of "three types of contact", which is mainly aimed at UFOs and aliens. Of course, it is mentioned frequently in pseudo-science fiction works because this setting is very useful and quite cool.

Later, more enthusiasts added to the list, and it was expanded to nine kinds of contact.

The first kind of contact, a simple sighting, is like suddenly taking a photo of a UFO and then having no further contact.

The second kind of contact involves interaction. Although it is only an eyewitness event, it has already had an impact on people.

The third kind of contact, real contact, conversation.

But the third kind of contact here should not refer to aliens, but a strange story.

"I participated in a war before," Xia Shu said, "and then, all those things disappeared from this world."

"Holy Grail War?"

I really shouldn't say ambiguous things in front of a otaku. His ability to associate ideas is too strong.

Fortunately, the other party is not very interested in ghost stories.

"When you enter a dream, you will go to another world?" He was very interested in the other world: "Like Silent Hill, directly entering the other world? Not sure what will happen if you die there, maybe you will become a vegetable in the real world?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly took a few steps back, putting some distance between him and Xia Shu: "Maybe you have germs from another world."

Cautious, but slow to react.

Natsuki didn't think the other party was overreacting.

He didn't mind going to another world, but he couldn't stay asleep.

In response to Natsuki's question, he said, "If you sleep at my place, I might be able to check it out for you."

"I'm worried that I'll sleep through a whole year this time." Xia Shu shook his head gently: "I don't plan to sleep until I find a way to wake up."

Chapter 239: Different World Exploration Team

The jeep lurched.

The driver's driving skills were not very good, and Yuuma Ueda, who didn't like Western food, almost vomited the hot dog in his stomach.

The taste of the meat sauce rose up from my throat, with a sour taste.

A big hand holding a bottle of mineral water was handed over.

"Three grams of oil"

He took the mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few big gulps, barely relieving the urge to vomit.

When he handed the mineral water back to the other person, the other person waved his hand and asked him: "Do you know Silent Hill?"

Games, novels, movies. As one of the most influential IPs in the history of games, if you haven’t played this game, you must have heard of it.

Yuma Uda looked at the American soldiers in front of him. As an Asian, he was face-blind to Western white people.

They all have big beards, so they all look the same in his eyes.

What's even more "similar" is the other party's language. The other party's Japanese is very average, at the level of just spouting out one word at a time. The combination of Japanese and English makes people's scalps tingle.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the bearded man took out a handheld game console and pointed at the screen on it.

Silent Hill, I didn’t expect the other party was playing this old game.

"Yes!" Yuuma Ueda nodded. His English was actually pretty good. After all, he was a serious college student.

However, British Japanese and Japanese English mainly rely on guessing each other.

It's really torture to chat with him.

Fortunately, the other party's attention was on the game, and Yuuma Ueda was so carsick that he doubted his life and was really unwilling to rack his brains to review his English speaking skills.

The car finally stopped.

Yuuma Uda opened his eyes and got out of the car.

The moment I breathed in the fresh air, it seemed as if the whole world came alive.

"Hospital?"

He was a little surprised.

It seems to be a hospital located in the suburbs. It looks new, but it is separated by iron fence.

Not only that, there are military green tents stationed outside and soldiers patrolling.

He hunched his neck and followed the team. He was very smart in controlling his eyes and didn't dare to look around. He didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until he entered the interior of the iron fence.

The still confused Yuuma Uda was stripped naked under the command of the soldiers, changed into a set of close-fitting underwear with various sensors, and then put on a bulky and heavy yellow radiation protection suit.

Until now he didn't know what to do and was just being manipulated like a puppet.

However, seeing that other soldiers were dressed the same way, he roughly understood that they were about to enter some very dangerous place where there might be serious radiation.

"Yuuma Uda?"

"Yes!"

Hearing the voice, Yuuma Ueda, who was holding the fish tank hood, stood up and looked at the person who came.

White coat, black women's trousers and high heels.

She simply tied her hair into a ponytail and draped it over her shoulders, nestling against her beautiful swan neck, like a black snake coiled around a white jade pillar.

Yuuma Ueda's eyes just subconsciously swept over the other person, and finally stopped on the man's scarlet lips, as if he had just sucked blood, and it was difficult to move his eyes away once he had put his eyes there.

"Bathory, you can call me Dr. Bathory." When Yuda Yuma looked at him, Dr. Bathory was also looking at him: "I heard that you are a third-type contact?"

"Third type...contact?" Yuma Uda is definitely not a fan of the supernatural.

"Have you ever come into contact with something from another world?" Dr. Bathory asked pointedly: "Snow Girl."

"Yes." Yuma Ueda lowered his head, although he didn't think the deaths of thousands of people had anything to do with him.

That was done by the Snow Woman, and the Snow Woman is dead.

To save myself.

Why do these people only dare to bully him and make demands on him, but dare not go to him - Yahiro Natsuki!

He just thought about it in his mind and didn't dare to really question it.

Even Yuuma Ueda had already guessed the answer in his heart, because the people in front of him were no match for Natsuki Yahiro. Maybe if the girl was still alive, they would not dare to attack him.

Bully the weak and fear the strong!

"You have experience with third-kind contact." Dr. Bathory nodded gently. She didn't care what Yuuma Ueda thought. "There is a singularity here that can lead to a different world. Your job is to follow the team into the exploration."

"Another world?" Yuma Ueda was stunned.

How could you not know about the other world in Japan?

As we all know, Japanese elementary school students are the gods of death, junior high school students have to drive mechas, high school students are responsible for saving the world, and the fate of college students and office workers... is to be sent to another world by a dump truck.

"Yes, another world" Dr. Bathory nodded again.

She seemed to have the habit of nodding to confirm her behavior after speaking. Yuuma Uda was just the one being given orders, and his response was not important.

The two sides fell silent again. Just as the other side started to make a commotion, Dr. Bathory said, "We don't know how dangerous the other world is, or what the radiation situation is. Remember to follow orders."

From beginning to end, I didn't give myself a chance to refuse.

He didn't even mention the situation in the other world, he just talked about his own things.

"Yeah!" Dr. Bathory nodded again, still not giving him a chance to react.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, Yuma Ueda still followed the combat team fully armed in protective suits into the hospital building.

He is also the only member of the squad without a weapon.

There is nothing, just be obedient.

There were only five people in the team, and because they were carrying a lot of equipment, the elevator that could usually easily accommodate a stretcher seemed very crowded.

The exhaled air makes a "whooshing" sound in the fish tank hood, which is very clear.

There was also the voice of Dr. Bathory in the headphones.

"There are strict rules for going to another world. Remember, don't let that woman get on the elevator..."

Yuuma Uda, who was squeezed into the corner of the elevator, quickly understood the method to go to another world. He knew this method too well. It was widely circulated among students. It was a method to take the elevator to another world.

It also sparked heated discussions on the Internet last year.

The elevator keeps changing floors, stopping, changing floors, and stopping.

Ding! The elevator door opened again. A woman tried to enter the elevator. The narrow elevator could not allow more than one person to enter. The team members raised their guns one after another, and the soldier standing next to the elevator button kept hitting the door closing button with his fists.

Finally, the elevator door closed.

The other party couldn't come in either.

Yuuma Uda could clearly feel that everyone was relieved.

In the headphones, Dr. Bathory's voice was still chattering. She didn't need anyone to support her and could just talk to herself endlessly. Yuma Uda suddenly felt that this was good. Although it was very long-winded, at least he could feel that he was still alive.

Finally, the elevator door opened again.