The daily life of Buddhist texts

The car in front of me drove by, its wheels rolling.

More and more people gathered behind.

Suddenly, there was a roar of a bursting motorcycle in the distance, like an eagle howling straight into the sky, spreading to every corner of the street.

Generally speaking, there are often such gangsters in the [-]th District. They modify their beloved motorcycles, enjoy the violent roar of their cars, and enjoy the glances of people after they shuttle through the streets.

Regardless of whether they hate it or envy it, it is a matter of spiritual satisfaction for them to be paid attention to.

Everything was the same as usual, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

After a while, a pitch-black motorcycle appeared at the corner of the street and shuttled across the street at the speed of the wind.

Wearing a dark leather jacket, the motorcyclist had a tall, slender figure, and she was a heroic female rider just by looking at her appearance.

She drove the motorcycle through the intersection, then stopped not far from Zhemuyuan, turned the black motorcycle around, and returned along the road she came from.

Someone recognized the identity of the motorcyclist, and with great interest, he took out his mobile phone and started shooting.

The unknowing person next to him was in a fog, and gently poked the stomach of the photographer with his elbow, and asked, "What's going on? Is it a famous motorcyclist?"

The photographer looked down at the questioner, shrugged and said, "It's an urban legend in Ikebukuro, urban legend, don't you usually read the news?"

urban legend.

The questioner didn't understand, so he immediately turned on the news and began to look up information.

On the other side, the motorcyclist stopped the car, came to Oreki Gen, poked his head over, and carefully sized up the young man who hadn't figured out the situation.

From Oreki Gen's perspective, there is a pitch-black cat helmet in front of him, and the appearance of the person inside cannot be seen clearly.

The motorcycle hand was stunned for a while, and a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared from the neck, and he hurriedly put the helmet back on.

Then she took out an old smart phone from her pocket, typed a paragraph on it, and presented it in front of Zhemu Yuan.

"You, you, you, hello! Are you Teacher Atamaitai!"

Does this person want to express his excitement by calling so many "you"?

Oreki Gen hesitated and nodded.

Chapter 358 Chapter 357 The Headless Horseman of Ikebukuro

Celty Sturluson, a "Dulla Khan" from Ireland, in terms that children can understand... probably the Headless Horseman.

Rumor has it that they are tall and tall, wearing armor, holding a sword in one hand, holding their own heads in the other, and driving horses that declare death. A pot of blood.

However, she lost her head more than 20 years ago. In order to retrieve her head, she came to Ikebukuro in the [-]th district and made a living by "carrying it".In order to avoid attracting attention, Celti replaced the original armor and horse with a tight leather jacket and a black motorcycle, and also wore a cat helmet with a yellow background on his head.

After all, if a headless person is driving a motorcycle, it is easy to attract the attention of the driver and cause a traffic accident, right?

She often shuttles through the streets of Ikebukuro, and is regarded as an urban legend by people who don't know the truth. Sometimes photos are posted on the Internet, attracting many people to visit Ikebukuro.

She is still working today, carrying "goods" for an intelligence dealer.

When Celti walked through the streets of Ikebukuro, Atamaitai's "Spring Thunder" was playing on her smartphone.

Yes.

The Headless Horseman from Ireland is an Atamaitai fan, even one of the first old-timers.

Since "Loser", I have been following Atamaitai's movements, and I am also one of the people who often gather to chat under Atamaitai's Twitter.Once any clues about Atamaitai are found, they will rush to the scene as soon as possible on the Internet.

In the recording and broadcasting of the World venue, Celti was very impressed with Atamaitai's pair of emerald green pupils.

While driving at high speed, Celti glanced at it inadvertently, pressed the brake reflexively, and then drove quickly to a place that felt wrong.

It was a young man who looked a bit listless, wearing a mask, with unkempt hair, like a sloppy otaku who occasionally goes out.However, it was those familiar and kind eyes that really caught Celty's attention.

And dark circles under the eyes.

Constantly searching for existing memory fragments, and then allowing the memory to coincide with the appearance in front of him.

Celty's heart suddenly accelerated, beating wildly.

Atamaitai... These eyes are definitely Atamaitai!

Because he had no head and could not speak, Celti quickly took out the PDA smart phone in his pocket, typed on it cracklingly, and then handed it to the boy with dark circles, hoping to get a response.

Then, Oreki Gen nodded.

After receiving the affirmative signal, this woman, who may be hundreds of years old, suddenly felt numb in her hands and feet, and a strong sense of unreality surged in her heart. After fumbling around, Celti fell into deep doubts again.

real or fake.

The feeling is completely different from the imagined Atamaitai, but in some ways it is very appropriate?

For example, just looking at the appearance... quite introverted?

The two looked at each other, silent.

Many people watched this scene, and there were not a few who whispered to each other.

"Huh? This is the urban legend of Ikebukuro, a sexy motorcycle rider who speeds through the midnight."

"It's not midnight, and it's the headless horseman. Headless horseman, can you hold a little less trash in your mind?"

"Young people nowadays like to carry backpacks, it looks very youthful."

"The urban legend seems to be communicating with a boy. What is this for? Are you inviting him to join the Headless Asphalt Team?"

The crowd chattered, causing bursts of commotion.

When the green light was turned on again, the people crossing the road also stopped in place and had no intention of leaving.

After a while, Celti finally regained his composure, and deftly typed a line of words on the smartphone with his fingers, and was about to hand it to Yuan Zhemu, when a long siren sounded in the distance.

At the end of the street, three solemn motorcycles appeared. Different from the publicity of the bosozoku, each of these three motorcycles looked calm and majestic, like the embodiment of order and justice.

Sitting on it was a traffic policeman wearing sunglasses.

They are here to maintain the basic order of the road.

In the past, Celti was chased and killed by the traffic police countless times because of various irregular driving, and almost every time she narrowly escaped death, so every time the traffic police appeared, she would feel oppressed like a mountain.

After seeing the traffic policeman who took the lead, Celti immediately looked like a cat with its hair blown up, and the hair on his body stood on end. After looking at the confused Gen. Oreki for two seconds, he lifted him up with one hand and put him on the motorcycle seat Take the back seat, and quickly type a line on the smartphone.

"Run!"

The mobile phone was thrown into the pocket, and the motorcycle under Celti's crotch sounded a melodious howling, like a rushing wind, and disappeared in the crowded street in a blink of an eye.

Followed by three traffic police.

The tourists who stayed in place were in a trance for a while, and then went on with their own business.

It's an urban legend, and it's not a star, so it seems very strange.

The streets of Ikebukuro returned to normal, people were talking and laughing, everything was peaceful and peaceful, as if the strangeness just now had never happened.

On the other side, Celti was riding a black motorcycle, speeding over the viaduct.

There are no vehicles around for the time being, only a motorcycle is driving at a high speed.

The traffic police didn't know what was going on today, they stopped chasing after Celti just turned three corners.

This gave her time to catch her breath. At the same time, a trace of black mist overflowed from the helmet, and her form transformed into a slender hand. She took out the mobile phone from Celti's pocket, tapped and typed characters on it, and then handed it to the back seat The confused Oreki looked at it.

"Sorry, Atamaitai-sensei, I pulled you up because of an emergency!"

Feeling the wind whistling by his ears, Zhemu Yuan replied blankly: "Ah, it's nothing."

If the rider ran away in a hurry, Gen Zhemu would definitely be watched and pointed at by a group of people.Taking him away is a relatively good compensation plan.

With trembling hands, he tapped the screen again, deleting the original characters, and another line of words appeared: "Excuse me, is it really Mr. Atamaitai?"

"It seems to be." Oreki Gen replied.

Pausing for a moment, the black hand continued to use the smartphone to display characters: "May I ask if you are thinking about something?"

"Yes," Gen Oreki nodded, and continued, "I think the development of the incident is a bit strange."

I came to Ikebukuro to look for Xiaotori Yuliuka and Fukuoka Yuta. After walking on the road, I met the urban legend inexplicably, and was dragged onto the motorcycle, and followed her on the viaduct.

"I don't know much about other places... But in Ikebukuro, it's pretty normal."

The motorcycle suddenly increased in speed, like a shooting star, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chapter 359 Chapter 358 The Vending Machine in the Sky

In the dimly lit Ikebukuro, the bright and spacious road, the dark motorcycle drives smoothly.

Celty, who was the driver, was using the smartphone to communicate with Oreki Gen.

"Hi teacher, my name is Selti Sturluson. I am from Ireland. I am a Durlahan. My current job is a porter. I don't usually have many hobbies. I like playing video games and surfing the Internet. I don't like traffic police. Paranormal phenomena associated with aliens."

Very formatted self-introduction.

By the way, don't like what's up with the paranormal related to aliens, you're one of the paranormal yourself.

Still kind of super spooky.

After thinking for a moment, Oreki Gen nodded: "I have an impression."

The hand formed by the black smoke froze for a moment, and then quickly typed a line: "No, it's very nice to meet you!"

"Me too."

"Then, um, why isn't Mr. Atamaitai a beautiful girl?" Celty asked cautiously.

It's rare.

This sect is really tenacious.

What propped them up to the present?

"I don't know." Oreki Gen replied sincerely.

"Is that so... It's a bit of a pity. Speaking of which, Atamaitai-sensei doesn't seem surprised to see me at all, doesn't she feel scared? There is no head."

While talking, Celty picked up the cat helmet with the black smoke from his neck, showing his headless body.