Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 44 He saw me!
The deathly gray hands looked ordinary, but they contained a terrifying evil nature.

Those are definitely not the hands of a living person!

The knives and forks in his hands were all carved from white bones, extremely sharp and exquisite.

It held the fork in its left hand and the knife in its right hand, and quickly began to eat.

The bone knife cuts the flesh and blood, and then the fork is sent into the "brain hole" of the skull.

Then, a creepy chewing sound came from the skull.

The movements of these hands are precise and elegant, like a picky gentleman diner enjoying his delicious meal.

Ichiro Iwamura doesn’t know how it eats, and he doesn’t want to know!
As Keita Iwamura said, Yakuza like them have actually seen many bloody scenes.

However, in front of the scene in front of him, Iwamura Ichiro trembled and looked away, only daring to stare at his toes, otherwise he would probably vomit or escape from the room!
Iwamura Keita's expression was only slightly better than his, but there was still a hint of strong envy hidden in the old man's fearful eyes.

On the other hand, after witnessing this scene, they no longer had any doubts about the black hat medium's ability to kill the bloody swordsman.

I don’t know how long this torture lasted.

Ichiro Iwamura looked up.

The woman was nowhere to be seen.

There were only mottled blood stains left on the table, not even the bones.

A satisfied smile appeared on the medium's pale face, and he made a harsh sound like fingernails scratching glass.

"Finished...thank you for the hospitality."

"Now, let's send the bloody swordsman on his way."

As soon as he finished speaking, his strange hands began to dance in mid-air.

The blood-stained bone knives and forks actually left strange scarlet tracks in the air. Those tracks were entangled together, forming a "blood door" covered with mysterious lines.

Then, Weird hands reached into the door with a knife and fork.

Ichiro Iwamura breathed a sigh of relief.

He had a feeling that the dead hands had temporarily left the room.

Thinking about it, he was trying to take the life of the bloody swordsman in some weird way.

Iwamura felt a strange pleasure in his heart when he thought that the blood-clothed swordsman who was so popular on the Internet would die without anyone noticing.

"This is the result of going against the organization!"

As soon as he had this idea, he heard a scream.

"what--"

The psychic medium's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his face showed pain.

At the same time, the cunning hand that reached into the "Blood Gate" retracted at a speed several times faster than when it went out, as if it had encountered a hot and blazing flame.

But at this time, the knife and fork in Sly's hand was cut off by something!

The cross section is as smooth as a mirror, with only the handle remaining.

"how is this possible……"

The medium muttered dully.

And this is just the beginning.

It seemed that some kind of dirty pollution was spreading and spreading through the cut surfaces on the knife and fork.

The world in the eyes of the psychic began to undergo changes unimaginable by ordinary people.

The ceiling seemed to suddenly become extremely high, and flowed like sea water. The ground and walls all turned into something extremely soft, which was constantly squirming, wrapping around him and sinking. Everything was becoming more and more strange. absurd.

In this scene, something like a line gradually emerged.

At first, it was just a sporadic bit, but soon it increased like wildly multiplying maggots, occupying his entire field of vision, and completely replacing the original appearance of everything!

The twisted and dense dots and lines surged frantically, vaguely outlining a deep, cold eye...

"He saw me..."

The Sly Hand tried to escape back into the skull like crazy, but in the process it suddenly shattered into countless tiny fragments.

The medium's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils gradually dilated, and there was a look of desperate fear on his face.

“He sees me!!!”

He let out a pitiful wail.

Just fell to the ground.

Next to him, Ichiro Iwamura watched this scene blankly, completely not expecting such a change to happen.

After a long time, Ichiro Iwamura walked carefully to the psychic, felt his breath, turned his head stiffly, and said to his father.

"he died."
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Shibuya, Central Street.

A regular family restaurant.

"Hanomiya-kun, why did you suddenly take out the Heart Sword?"

Beside him, Ishikawa Yuki asked curiously, while silently glancing at the bloody demon sword, feeling inexplicably terrified.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the knife was somewhat hostile to her, and she always wanted to find an opportunity to cut herself.

"fine."

Yu Gonglang shook his head: "It's just a boring thing."

Just now, he felt that some strange "threads" were entangled towards him.

Although it is not clear what it is, the malice on it is clear at a glance, and the matter is simply cut off.

This was just an insignificant episode, and it did not affect the celebration banquet held by the three of them at all.

That’s right, it’s a celebration party!

This publicity campaign for the blood-clothed swordsman was a great success.

But behind this, it is not just Rang Hagong's credit, Yasuhara Du and Ishikawa Yuki also contributed.

At the suggestion of Ishikawa Yuki, the three decided to come to this family restaurant to have a little celebration.

Japanese family restaurants generally refer to restaurants that are based on creating a family atmosphere and are decorated in warm colors. Because the prices are relatively affordable and the dishes provided are suitable for all ages, they are loved by many young people.

Many high school students also like to come to the family restaurant after class to order some snacks and study by themselves.

However, this was the first time for Yu Gonglang to come to such a place.

It’s like experiencing the daily life of an ordinary high school student.

Also coming here for the first time is An Yuan Du.

At this time, he was sitting in the innermost booth, staring at the table in front of him, and muttered: "This kind of environment... is too early for me. After all, a dark creature like me , you will die if you take in too much of the sunshine-filled youthful atmosphere!”

As Yasuhara spoke, he seemed to be turning into plankton in the air, and then disappeared.

"An Yuan-kun, you have worked very hard."

Yu Gonglang's words made An Yuan Du suddenly return to reality.

He smiled shyly: "If you are with Yu Gongjun, you can still bear it a little longer."

Yu Gonglang praised again: "This time, your video has been of great help. You can eat whatever you want, I'll treat you."

After the deal with the rich woman Mizuno Yue, he now really has the confidence to say such things.

"hey-hey……"

Yasuhara scratched the back of his head and said with a silly smile: "It's okay, I just did something within my power, as long as I can help Hanomiya-kun. My channel now has 10 subscribers, and there will definitely be one in the next video. More people see it..."

Ishikawa Yuki sighed silently: "Yasuhara-san will get overjoyed when he is praised..."

She looked at the two of them, feeling inexplicably that she seemed to be the redundant one, and quickly interjected.

"By the way, what happened to that invisible reporter?"

(End of this chapter)