Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 17 "Unbelievable Urban Story"

"That's good."

That emotionless look only appeared on Yu Gonglang's face for a moment. He soon showed a gentle smile and reached out to touch the tentacles that were pretending to be dead.

"Small is also cute."

The tentacles trembled, not daring to move.

Although Yu Gonglang relied on his personality charm to peacefully resolve this minor trouble, the problem returned to its original point——

How to use this tentacle?

After thinking for a moment, Yu Gonglang stretched out his fingers to the tentacles and ordered.

"Come in."

Tentacle froze.

If it was intelligent enough to talk, it would definitely complain.

"This is the first time I've heard of such a request!"

However, Yu Gonglang didn't give it much time to hesitate, and just stretched out his fingers again.

The tentacles didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and carefully, slowly, and gently entered Yu Gonglang's body along the wound.

At first, there was a feeling of a foreign object entering the body.

But soon, Yu Gonglang had a vague feeling that he could control it.

seem……

Is this tentacle becoming a part of his body?

His thoughts gradually overshadowed the tentacles' original will.

After a while.

hiss-

At the ribs on Yu Gonglang's back, a finger-thick tentacle tore open the flesh and quietly poked out from the hem of his clothes.

The tentacles have a white base, but have blood-colored lines, like blood vessels all over them, exuding a strange beauty.

It curled up and picked up a pen on the table, then put it down gently.

When it squirmed and retracted behind its back, the wounds left earlier healed in the blink of an eye.

Yu Gonglang smiled: "It's kind of interesting."

"what?"

At this moment, Yu Gonglang glanced at the panel.

I found that the progress bar of [Blood-clothed Swordsman] jumped suddenly.

47% → 65%!

Yu Gonglang was a little curious: "What happened?"
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"Everyone in the audience, good evening!"

"Welcome to my channel, this is 'Unthinkable Urban Story.'"

In the live broadcast, there was an anchor wearing a hand-painted hood, speaking hoarse and rough words.

There is a strange human face painted on the hood, and the most eye-catching thing is its exaggerated mouth, which takes up almost one-half of the entire face, revealing pale fangs and a long scarlet tongue.

Because of the cartoonish painting style, it’s not too scary.

However, a late-night channel like this needs to be novel and weird to attract attention.

"As we all know, there are countless unknown and strange things hidden in our cities."

"Either hiding on campus, hiding in familiar street corners, or wandering on the Internet, they... are all around us."

"What I'm going to talk about today is a swordsman dressed in blood. He is the executioner of evildoers."

"His targets are the scum and villains in the city, the villains who are difficult to punish by law..."

"..."

After more than an hour, the anchor turned off the live broadcast, took off his hood, and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

"Huh...this hood is too stuffy."

The boy's head was covered with sweat and his hair was stuck to his forehead, but his eyes were slightly bright and his mouth was smiling.

Obviously enjoying the live broadcast process.

This boy is none other than An Yuan Du.

No one could have imagined that this dark figure who usually dared not look at others would actually talk freely during the live broadcast, as if he was a completely different person.

Some people put on masks, but actually took them off.

An Yuan wiped his sweat alone and opened the background of the video website.

"The videos I uploaded before have accumulated so many comments..."

"Hey hey hey..."

An Yuan couldn't help but giggle and said: "The number of plays recently has been quite high, and the reviews have been rave. It seems that we did the right thing in creating this urban ghost story column."

"By the way, we have to edit the previous recording first..."

About three years ago, An Yuandu began to get involved in video production.

As of today, there are 5 subscriptions on the website and a group of core fans have been accumulated.

As a result, I earned some money, enough for my own living expenses.

The "treasures" he recorded in his notebook were actually the inspirations he thought of from time to time, as well as the hand-drawn paintings and copywriting used in the video.

"That's right, it doesn't matter how difficult it is in reality, anyway, there are so many people responding to me online."

In the past, An Yuan Du lived with this kind of mentality.

But today...

An Yuandu couldn't help but think of the experience of visiting an art exhibition with Yu Gonglang after school.

He still couldn't believe it, feeling like he was dreaming, and murmured: "Does this mean I have friends?"

"Or is this just my unilateral delusion?"

Just when An Yuan was doubting himself, a loud "clang" sound suddenly came from outside the door.

'He is back! '

An Yuan Du's heart trembled suddenly, he quickly turned off the light, closed the laptop, hid the computer under the bed, then turned over and lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

At this time, dull footsteps came from far to near.

Getting closer and clearer.

Subsequently.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
There was a rough knock on the door, and every knock sounded like a knock on An Yuan's heart, making his body huddled in the quilt tremble slightly.

"Open the door! Little bastard!"

"I know you're not asleep!"

Hearing this, An Yuan Du did not dare to say anything.

When the man outside the door has vented enough, he will naturally leave.

However, perhaps too many lucky things happened today, and fate played a little joke on An Yuan.

The door lock, which had been in disrepair for a long time, suddenly opened with a slap again and again.

squeak-

The door opened, and a middle-aged man smelling of alcohol and with an unshaven beard walked in.

"Oh, you won't open the door, right?"

"Pretending to be asleep, right?"

The middle-aged man looked ferocious and pulled An Yuan down with the quilt.

Boom!
An Yuan fell to the ground alone and hit the back of his head on the wall. He turned pale in pain and murmured.

"dad……"

"Who is your father? You were born to that bitch and a wild man from nowhere!"

"I'm willing to give you a place to live, it's just a sign of mercy."

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he slapped An Yuan on the face, leaving a bright red slap mark.

"Stop whining, get the money out quickly."

An Yuan stood up dullly and opened a cabinet on the desk.

Before he could withdraw money from it, the middle-aged man pushed him away with excitement on his face: "Well, you little bastard, it turns out that you have hidden so much money privately, I really underestimated you."

As he said that, the man couldn't wait to stuff all the money in the cabinet into his pocket, and said.

"When I win the bet, make a comeback, and make a big profit, I will pay you double the amount."

His greedy eyes scanned the room for another moment, and soon saw the thick notebook.

"Don't you think you have some money hidden inside?"

An Yuandu's face became paler and he begged: "Don't..."

Seeing his reaction, the middle-aged man thought he had guessed correctly, so he immediately picked up the notebook and shook it downwards.

wow-

Papers were scattered all over the floor, but there was no money inside.

"Tch, I thought there was some baby."

The man was disappointed and spat: "It turned out to be just a pile of rags."

After all, he walked away.

The shoes stepped on the paper, leaving dirty footprints.

An Yuan sat alone on the ground, hugging his knees and staring blankly in front of him.

His tears had long since dried up.

Suddenly, An Yuan saw the scrawled back of a swordsman in blood on one of the papers, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"So, the weird stories are just fabricated fakes after all."

As a blogger who makes videos, he actually knows better that most urban ghost stories are just the product of attracting people's attention. Rumors that are based on rumors, coupled with some weird modifications and dramatic arrangements, have become what people are talking about. Urban tales.

However, whenever it is quiet at night, or at times like this, An Yuandu always has a trace of unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

"But if someone like the bloody swordsman really existed, how great would it be..."

The boy buried his head in his knees and murmured softly.

"Help me, bloody swordsman..."

(End of this chapter)