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

The girl with flying black hair and white dress had never been the center of attention like this before. She had had a similar experience at school before, but she was not the protagonist that time.

This was the first time in her life that she was stared at like this, with an eager and non-malicious gaze, but she left very calmly and calmly.

In the Japanese-style alley with ups and downs that looked like a snake path, cars with their headlights on were sirens blaring all over the street.

Kayako walked forward easily.

The crowd, with their hands folded, watched her go to the end.

The sun is just right.

This scene is like the last scene at the end of a salvation movie, except that the flying white skirt corners seem to be quietly reminding people that there are elements of young love in it.

However, except for the heroine, no one else seemed to notice this.

I hope the heroine edited version will be released...

In the past, Kayako longed for attention and wanted to be the center of people's attention.

Now, she just wanted to keep her eyes on him.

Can see with both eyes.

Looks exactly like in my dream.

Very high.

The smile is very gentle.

With a lazy feeling.

And I also like to peek at breasts.

Haha.

Did you think you didn’t see it just now?

very happy.

It was basically him in my dream, basically the same person!

It’s just that in the dream I was a spirit and he was a living person, but now the situation is completely reversed.

Xia Shu was completely unaware that his image was crumbling. He was very happy for Kayako and followed her intimately, pressing her head with his big hand: "Are you happy?"

"hey-hey!"

Hey, just give me this foul smile once in a while, otherwise you will turn me into a pure love warrior.

Wait, I, Natsuki, am a pure love warrior!

Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

"Black building!"

Xia Shu turned around to look back, wondering who was saying such strange things.

It was those young men who put their hands in front of their mouths, shouted "Black Building" loudly, with excited looks on their faces.

He looks a bit like a child who is borrowing light from Tiga.

Japan seems to be particularly experienced in "lend me strength", and it's full of the sense of second year education.

So, what is the Black Building?

Black building?

hero?

Japanese English, that's fine.

Chapter 255 Black Building!

Chapter 256 What is our doctrine?

"Heart palsy, a genetic disease?"

The test results of Master Dayun caught the old policeman off guard, but he also felt it was very reasonable.

How could a healthy person suddenly get a terminal illness?

But if these things are related to "that thing", a terminal illness is the best explanation. Doctors can't detect that the other person is cursed by evil spirits, monsters, etc.

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, the old policeman left the hospital. Sending the person to the hospital was the last thing he could do, and even the doctor said that Master Dayun would definitely not survive.

In that case, let’s go back and write the report.

Someone died in the case and I knew how he died, but I couldn't write it in the report.

The old policeman scratched the top of his head, making his sparse hair look even more precarious.

"That's the end of the matter."

No explanation, no reason, just a very simple sentence.

The order from his leader made him realize that all he could do was do nothing.

"Yes!"

He bowed habitually.

In the evening, get off work.

All problems have been solved. Isn’t it a great feeling? It’s great.

He just feels a little aggrieved in his heart, and it has nothing to do with his sense of justice. After all, his sense of justice was exhausted decades ago. What keeps him working until now is not his passion, but his pension.

As a childless man, if he cannot retire peacefully, suicide by charcoal burning may be what awaits him.

The old policeman declined his old friend's invitation to the pub.

Socializing is a science. The real "work" of Japanese men is after get off work. Going home after get off work is not considered as being family-oriented, but rather as being a loser.

Connect with friends and drink until late at night.

But at his age, watching his former juniors go from calling him "seniors" to gradually becoming big shots to whom he has to bow, the contrast makes him increasingly resistant to socializing.

My life will be like this, but those young people... maybe next time I meet them, I should call them superiors.

So meet less often, and you may feel better when you bow next time.

It’s better to go home and drink.

One can drink happily alone.

After a few drinks, the old policeman suddenly recalled a scene in his mind. A young man with a strong sense of middle school syndrome said that the "shelter" was completely free, completely for humanity, and would not be in cahoots with the country.

He couldn't remember the general idea, but the meaning should be similar.

Then he remembered what his leader had told him today.

"So, they all know what happened today? They even know what caused it."

The death of the entire Isobe family might have been on a certain list a long time ago.

The upper class people must know it all, but people like me at the bottom know nothing and can only busy ourselves foolishly and then die.

If you get infected, at most you'll be diagnosed with a "genetic disease" after death, and die in a confused state. You might even be sent to a secret base for autopsy after death.

Pick up the wine cup and drink it in one gulp.

"Bah—!"

Baring teeth.

"ha--!"

Refreshing.

Refill your glass.

I touched my chest and found a shriveled cigarette box in my shirt pocket. I was lucky enough to have only one cigarette left.

She pursed her lips and held a cigarette.

"Hmm? Where's the lighter?"

He patted his body with his hands a dozen times, pockets, pockets, and back pockets.

Finally, I saw a lighter next to the mobile phone.

When a person holding a cigarette is looking for a lighter, his vision will suddenly deteriorate and he can only search by blind groping.

Once the lighter is successfully found, things will return to normal.

"pat~"

The flame from the lighter ignited wisps of white smoke.

The old policeman with his eyebrows raised exhaled comfortably: "This is what we live for!"

But then he fell into deep thought again.

It was not until the scorching touch stung the two fingers holding the cigarette that he let out a "ah" and threw the cigarette butt into the wine glass while saying "ba ga".

The alcohol content of "Sizzle" is very low and it is impossible for it to burn, so the cigarette butt went out.

I'm about to retire, and if I can keep my current job and then make further progress, my pension will definitely be much higher.

When faced with supernatural powers, people will instinctively feel fear, but will soon develop a yearning for them.

When there is no possibility of advancement along one path, finding another one may be a good choice.

He doesn't think that the girl in the white dress can help him advance in his career, but he thinks that maybe he can get a new job or a guardian angel after retirement.

Of course, it was also because he had a hidden desire in his heart. When facing something unknown, the powerful appearance of a certain force could easily make people feel trustful.

Just like gods mostly save people from suffering and distress, heroes save beautiful women and always succeed.

"The people on that street must know something. If it really is some special cult... do you want to join it?"

……

"Please let me join!"

Several young men had intended to brag on the Internet, but what they had seen and heard during the day made them feel as if their chests were about to explode. Their desire to talk and their desire to conquer all turned into a desire for the keyboard.

Unfortunately, he was dragged out of the room by his own parents.