Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Ishikawa-san, have you really done the task of removing spirits?"

"Of course!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro replied while vigilant about his surroundings: "My mission success rate has always maintained a perfect record of 100% completion...but this time is special."

"Oh, that's right."

Furutegawa Kamimi stepped into the hotel room, the front desk was empty, only a puddle of blood that had solidified on the table and the floor.

The two looked down, followed the long and narrow bloodstain on the ground, and went upstairs step by step.

The corridor on the second floor was pitch black.

But the smell of blood and the stench have already filled the lungs.

Deep in the corridor, there was still the sound of gnawing.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa held his breath a little, and lowered his voice: "Be careful!"

Furutegawa Kamimi turned on the flashlight on his shoulder and stepped forward.

"It stinks of ogres!"

Holding the sword in his hand, he walked forward step by step, until he reached the door where the sound came from, he raised his foot suddenly, with such strength that he kicked the door off the door frame.

"Boom!" The wooden door fell heavily on the floor.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who followed closely behind, turned on the corridor light in the room without looking for it.

This kind of old-fashioned homestay generally can use electricity without swiping a card.

He subconsciously looked towards the center of the house, and then his scalp tingled instantly.

The scene in the room was horrifying. Three skinny, white-haired, red-eyed monsters were squatting in a pool of blood, feasting on a large pool of bloody corpses.

On the surviving corpses, the blood-stained uniforms of the special department and the coarse Wu clothes of the homestay are so dazzling.

The three ogres turned their heads in unison, their scarlet eyes like light bulbs revealing their greed for food.

Seeing that Furutekawa didn't say a word, he strode over, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, drawing a slender and solid sword light under the light.

The three ferocious heads were thrown into the air in an instant, and the ogre, who just got up and was about to pounce, fell directly to the ground, spilling dirty blood all over the ground.

"Asshole! Asshole!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro clenched his fists, staring at the pattern of evil spirits painted in blood on the wall, and angrily smashed his fists against the wall.

Furute Chuan Shenjian put his sword back into its sheath, walked to the window, opened it to let the cold wind pour in, looked down at the pool of blood, and remained silent.

At this time, a harsh alarm bell sounded outside the house.

On the roof of a three-story house opposite, there was a black shadow like ink, which suddenly grinned, then turned and left.

Furutegawa seemed to have sensed it, subconsciously glanced at the opposite roof, and moved his nose again.

It's just that the smell of blood in the room is too thick to smell too much.

Hearing the noisy footsteps outside, he turned his head and said to Ishikawa Yasuhiro who was still angry at the door: "I'm leaving."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro only thought that he didn't want to appear in front of others, nodded slowly, with a serious face: "Be careful, they are really a group of out-and-out lunatic monsters!"

Seeing this, Furutegawa God hummed, stepped on the window and jumped down, then climbed to the opposite roof, focused on the tip of his nose, and took a deep breath.

When many disgusting smells poured into his nostrils, he smelled an extremely unique stench.

……

Inukai Saburo bowed his body, the hood whirring on his body, and shuttled through the deserted streets at a speed that was not human at all.

He grinned, and the screams from before seemed to be echoing in his ears, and the bloodthirsty light in the amber vertical pupils became more and more excited.

Fantastic!Tokyo!It's so wonderful!Human scents are everywhere!

He stopped suddenly and looked sideways at a woman in a short skirt who had just come out of a bar, with a deep intoxication on his face.

This scent is so wonderful!

It is not comparable to Hokkaido!

Drooling from the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his tongue like a poisonous snake, licked it on his palm, turned into a black shadow, and suddenly rushed towards the woman in the short skirt.

The drunk woman shook her swollen head, reeked of alcohol, stood on the side of the road, and raised her hand to stop a taxi.

The car stopped slowly, the door opened automatically, and the driver in the car looked up: "Welcome—"

He looked at the empty back door, was slightly taken aback, and turned his head in surprise: "Guest?"

It's a pity that there are no women on the side of the road.

……

Kotegawa Shinmi was also running on the road, not too fast, because he wanted to distinguish the smell, but he couldn't stop, because the stench would dissipate quickly on a windy night.

The talent [keen sense of smell], which he has always disliked, has a chance to perform, which is quite impressive.

After passing through a small alley, a fairly wide main road appeared in front of us.

He looked around, his eyes thoughtful.

Have you escaped to Adachi Ward?It's pretty good at hiding.

He sniffed again, walked forward, and came to a taxi parked by the side of the road.

The driver in a neat uniform was kneeling on the ground, looking under the car.

"What are you looking for?" he asked aloud.

The driver with gray hair raised his head, his eyes were blank: "Oh, there was obviously a customer just now, but when he turned around, he disappeared."

"Guest?" Seeing his pupils shrunk, Kotekawa closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, and ran away.

Only the confused old driver was left in place.

No matter who thinks of Adachi Ward in Tokyo, the words "chaos", "poor law and order" and "high crime rate" always come to mind at first impression.

that's the truth.

As the poorest and most geographically remote place, and because of the low rent, it has attracted many ghosts and monsters. All kinds of crimes and supernatural incidents emerge in endlessly. You can hear the stinging alarm bell almost every night, and there are people who are blindfolded every day. Baibu's stretcher was loaded into the ambulance and transported to the mortuary of the hospital, where the news of accidental death is no longer news.

In this place now, it can be exposed every now and then which tenant is actually a monster, and then when someone suddenly bumps into the news that the other party is cannibalizing the scene.

Now the most popular news and entertainment in Adachi is to guess how many scary monsters are hidden in Adachi District. Will my neighbor be a normal human being?

Even the news of whether there are villains who should be shot is not ranked.

And if one day, the neighbor who lives on the opposite side suddenly opens the door of your house, and calmly says that his real identity is actually an evil spirit, and he thinks your family is not bad, so come and be my lackey, maybe this family can accept it calmly , and even make a cake to celebrate reacquainting with new neighbors.

Furute Kawasami, who was running on the street, glanced at a few drunkards on the street who were swearing and smashing doors, his face turned cold again, he stopped, and with a sword, he threw the baseball that was suddenly coming towards his face from the corner. The stick was shaved into the end of a pencil, under the dumbfounded eyes of three youths with serious dark bags under the eyes and the appearance of a bum.

He raised his hand and greeted him.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There were three crisp sounds, and the three people spun around in the air like broken sacks for one and a half circles before falling heavily to the ground.

Seeing the fierceness in his eyes, Gu Techuan raised his head and looked towards this alley. Under the street lamp, the long sword with some bloodstains was shining with a cold and strange luster.

The unmarked special department uniform on his body made the eyelids of countless people in the dark jump.

The entire street fell silent for an instant.

Furutegawa Shinmi held the sword like this, stepped on the torn sack on the ground, and stepped forward step by step.

Chapter 140 Nine Cadres Surrounded by a Tree

The night sky overhead grew darker and darker.

The piercing alarm bell can still be heard faintly.

Furutegawa Shinmi, who is still walking back and forth in the alleys of Adachi District, has fully experienced the true local customs and warm hospitality that the locals say.

There are really a lot of idle youths, some of them squatting at the intersection to ambush passers-by, stumbling ropes, sacks, baseball bats, quite sinister.

Walking all the way, his hands hurt a little from beating, and finally he had to use his feet.

Passing through a large group of residential areas with intricate roads, Kotegawa Kammi saw a lush forest.He took a light breath and retched immediately.

...It really stinks.

More than one stench, at least three, no, at least four stenches mixed together.

He frowned, pinched his nose and walked towards the direction of the smell.

But when he was walking, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered something.

Now, isn't it a good time to try [Nightmare]?

Maybe it's possible to chop off the heads of the group of dogs inside without breaking a sweat.

"It's about how to operate, there is no instruction manual or anything...

He pondered, trying to add a psychological hint to himself.

"There must be a switch..."

A trace of coolness suddenly penetrated into his heart, and at the same time he felt slight palpitations, the temperature around him suddenly dropped a little.

Kamito Kamito was stunned for a moment, looked at the unchanged surroundings, and felt the real coolness again, as if there was no other difference except for a drop in temperature?

He thought about it a little bit, replaying the scene of encountering the nightmare girl for the first time in his mind bit by bit. When he thought of Bai Chuan Walnut who was unconscious on the ground, his eyes lit up and he had an idea.

He picked up the sword in his hand, stared at it intently, and at the same time meditated in his heart: "This is a branch, this is a branch, this is a branch..."

A few seconds later, his vision seemed to blur for a moment, and the long sword in his hand really turned into a bare, long, hard and thick black branch.

He opened his mouth wide, but feeling the touch of the long sword, he almost said "wow".

So powerful, so amazing.

"Nightmare seemed to ask why she wasn't dragged into the nightmare before she died..." He murmured, with some thought in his eyes: "Could it be that this, like the impermanence of the four directions, has its own small domain? It's just that this domain It's a little bigger, and you can only feel it, but you can't see it... just don't know how big the range is."

Kamito Kawasami was unsure for a while, but he found a stupid way...

He stared at the woods about ten meters away, and murmured, "This is a lightning rod..."

Soon, the tree gradually came into his sight, and it really became a bare, straight and upward lightning rod that pierced the sky.

"So far!" He couldn't help but beam with joy, and looked further away.

It's a pity that there is a dark scene in the farther place, he can't see clearly, so he can only give up for the time being, then he looked down at himself, and said silently: "I am a tree, a tree..."