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

after one day……

20:30 in the evening, detective agency.

After drawing on the sofa for a while, Junxiong looked at Xia Shu who was nodding and dozing off in front of the computer, and got up and left.

Boom!

Xia Shu accidentally hit his head on the computer desk, but he also woke up from his doze.

Rubbing his forehead, he glanced at the big-breasted paper man covered in simple leather on the computer, then looked at the number of live viewers: 0!

Because of his previous work, Xia Shu understood the operation mode of virtual idols, including how to use free skins, etc., Xia Shu, who did not want to invest too much money, found a set of free skins for Sadako. Of course, all the information was his own, and the account was also created with his own information.

Theoretically speaking, with her viral ability and a tracking function comparable to that of app ads, Miss Sadako will surely thrive on the Internet. She might even be able to make so much money that she can just buy a car to replace her scooter.

But the reality is that no one enters the live broadcast room.

Even if they happen to enter the live broadcast room to take a look, they will leave immediately.

Xia Shu looked at the frustrated virtual image on the computer screen. He knew the reason. It was that the image design was too ordinary. A good image would cost money to design, but Xia Shu didn't want to spend money.

Spending money on a vengeful spirit that curses you to die within 24 hours always feels like being taken advantage of.

And Sadako doesn't do business. She is a taciturn ghost. The most common thing she says is to call the cursed person and warn him of his death.

"If the plot continues to develop like this, should we go into the sea next?"

Due to the obstruction of dissemination, they have to shoot films that are more attractive to the audience, and will appear from the screen to "deliver takeout" and give benefits to the audience while they are watching.

It's just... like this is how the plot should have developed.

This must be stopped from happening.

"Someone's coming in!" Xia Shu suddenly became alert.

The number of people in the live broadcast room becomes: 1!

The comments were as follows: [A vengeful spirit that has placed its grievances on the Internet will die in 24 hours if I curse it? Haha, what the hell! And you are so stupid, you don’t say anything, are you dumb? ! ]

Barrage: [It’s too easy to make money, at least sell your erotica! ]

"Depend on!"

Not to mention whether Sadako could tolerate it, even Natsuki couldn't tolerate it.

In terms of network confrontation, Xia Shu always stays on the front line.

"Curse him!" He slammed the table. "Curse him!"

Looking at the bewildered Sadako, Xia Shu took a deep breath and said, "I say one sentence, and you say one sentence!"

……

Number of people in the live broadcast room: 10!

It went up, but Xia Shu couldn't be happy.

Because except for the first person, the other nine people were temporary helpers.

The war ended when the number of people in the live broadcast room returned to zero again.

"Little brat, your mom caught you playing with your phone!" Xia Shu rested his head on his arms, leaned on the chair, and put his feet in front of the computer.

I feel very unhappy.

I looked at the time and it was already 4:00 in the morning.

No, I have to lock onto Asamiya Genji's classmates and curse them out tonight to vent my anger, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well.

……

Somewhere, in a dark warehouse.

Several figures gathered together.

Their body shapes are different, there are both males and females.

Some were floating in the air, some were wet all over, and some kept making weird giggles.

Demons dance wildly.

"'The Call' was so successful." A man in a vest stood near the light, looking at the middle-aged man with his head down with a smile: "And 'The Ring' was also successful, it was just starting to take off... but it's all gone from you, Kojima. You have the ability to create horror but you can't keep it, so you're an unqualified member."

"Didn't your Ju-Jou also get out of control?" The middle-aged man Xiaodao mocked him, "I heard that you were almost killed by the ghost story you created yourself?"

The man in the vest laughed and was not bothered by his words: "Don't forget where we are, a small island. People with nothing are not eligible to join."

Kojima pinched his thigh with his fingers: "The police outside are looking for me now! I have made too many moves and killed too many people in order to create "Midnight Ring". I have already attracted their attention. If I am caught, I will be finished!"

"Why not just build another one?" A light voice came: "Aren't you professionals?"

Everyone looked over.

The man immediately waved his hands and shouted weakly: "Ah, I mean... Hey, don't look at me! Sister, your face is swollen, don't turn around, I will have a nightmare!"

The man in the vest spoke again, ignoring the man directly, but also changed the subject, saying: "Shiranui has no intention of joining us, and there is still a long way to go to revive the 'Omo Mochi'. However, there is another person who has been making a lot of noise recently, who can contact him?"

"Me!" A JK girl raised her right hand high, jumping and shouting, "Oh my gosh! The boy will definitely be happy to have a new friend!"

"Then let's look forward to the arrival of new friends."

One topic after another was thrown out.

After a long time, the lengthy meeting finally ended.

Several figures disappeared one after another, while others walked out.

Outside the warehouse, the timid man complained as he left: "Why do we have to come to the school warehouse every time? If I am caught by the security guard, they will definitely call the police. I, Master Huaxing, am more or less a celebrity."

A sinister voice seemed to have reached its limit, and spoke in a gurgling voice, as if it was spraying water while speaking: "Nonsense, she is an earthbound spirit, of course she has to come here!"

"But you can leave once in a while, don't turn your face away, don't you know how disgusting your swollen face is? Ugh, I want to vomit, I really want to vomit!"

"Kill you!" the voice said angrily.

"I'm the world champion of Sanda, don't come over here! Or I'll draw my sword!"

The noise outside faded away.

Only two people were left in the warehouse.

Shio Kojima lowered his head, and the man in the vest stood under the only light source, looking at him quietly, leaving only the outline of a human figure.

"Hurry up, Mr. Kojima, you still have one last chance."

"The last one?"

"It's not easy to create new urban legends, but it's not difficult to revive those that have disappeared by using existing legends. You've already succeeded twice, right? ...Oh? It seems you already have a way."

Kojima Shio clenched his fist and said, "Yes, I think it would be a good idea to let the children remember the Slit-mouthed Woman again before the summer vacation."

Chapter 52: Slit-mouthed woman? Over-the-shoulder throw!

"Slit-mouthed woman? That kind of urban legend is outdated!"

Natsuki looked at Hojo Rinko who came to visit. She was dressed the same as usual, except that she wore a skull hairpin in her hair. Her face seemed a little rounder, apparently she had indulged in food after the competition.

My eyes uncontrollably looked at his legs. His white and slender legs outlined his amazing body proportions, like a scaled-down model. Without a reference, it would be hard to imagine that his height was that of a middle school student.

"It's my younger brother Naoto. He said that a woman wearing a red coat and a mask appeared near his elementary school, and recently an urban legend of a slit-mouthed woman has begun to circulate in the school." Hojo Rinko stared at Natsuki and suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "Do you want to touch it? Super cute JK legs, I will cover my mouth and not scream."

"I don't want to!" Xia Shu flipped over and said something.

What relieved him was that Hojo Rinko didn't say she would give him the original flavor, otherwise, if these words were heard by Miss Curse... he couldn't imagine what would happen.

Miss Ju-Gon, who has always been unhappy about her contact with women, doesn't seem to be angry. Wait, could she really have thought of Hojo Rinko as a middle school student?

Anyway, as long as there is no danger to life, being small has its advantages.

However, it seems that after the incident with Yukina Hataya, Rinko Hojo never mentioned giving her underwear again.

The sock she gave her was still there, but it had been thrown into the washing machine and washed. No one knew where Xia Shu had stuffed it into.

He shook his head, shifting his attention away from the beautiful girl's socks and forcibly shifting it back to the woman with the slit.

Slit-mouthed woman, a woman wearing a coat and a mask.

If you meet her on the street, she will chase people and ask if she is pretty or not. The legends about her have already spread all over the streets.

It is already considered a senior urban legend, the type that will not cause too much of a sensation but will definitely not be forgotten.

However, thinking "what if", he still agreed to Hojo Rinko's request that he would go to the elementary school gate to take a look after finishing his current tasks in a few days.

"I have an appointment with Mie and the others to work part-time, so I'll leave first~" Hojo Rinko waved her hand and turned to leave.

"Oh, good."

……

The primary school gate at dusk.

Natsuki recognized her brother, Hojo Naoto, from the photo sent by Hojo Rinko.

Naoto will act as an informant, provide Natsuki with various information about the Slit-mouthed Woman, and take him to visit places where the Slit-mouthed Woman often appears.

Naoto Hojo, a sixth-grade elementary school student, is a sunny and cheerful boy. When he smiles, he shows his shiny, neat white teeth, and he seems to be very popular among girls.

"Little girls nowadays mature too precociously." Xia Shu sucked on the straw of his drink, looking at the boy who had been constantly greeted and said goodbye to by little girls with blushing faces since he walked out of the school gate. He felt inexplicably unhappy, even though he had been the type of person who had been confessed to in two different worlds since he was a child.

But I have a friend, a friend who girls never liked to play with since they were little, and he never had a girlfriend. He was single until his death. Even after traveling through time, what he wanted most was to fall in love and get married, but he was inexplicably targeted by a yandere curse, and he didn't dare to fall in love or get married, because any woman who got close to him might be entangled by the curse.

That friend is not Xia Shu himself, he is just a friend.

Therefore, he felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart about this kind of boy who was liked by little girls!

"Hello, are you the exorcist president my sister mentioned?" Hojo Naoto came in front of Natsuki, looked up at him, his eyes shining with envy: "What an amazing beard~, and artistic hair, and a detective, you're the kind of person I want to be when I grow up!"

Xia Shu felt a little elated. He didn't expect that although this kid looked annoying, he actually had good taste.

"Hmm," Xia Shu cleared his throat, bent down and said with a smile: "Hello, Naoto-kun, it seems that the two of us are going to form a temporary partnership!"

"Please leave it to me!" Hojo Naoto put his hands on the sides of his trouser seams, stood straight, and then raised his hand to salute.

He has a sunny personality and a bit of a chuunibyou syndrome.

Although they had only a short exchange of ideas, Natsuki already understood why the other party was so popular. Hojo Rinko said that his academic performance was also very good and his favorite thing was baseball.

"Brother Xia Shu, do you also like to play Dragon's Dogma?" Naoto was surprised.