Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

The same is true for Fujimoto and his subordinates here. The two of them even breathed a lot easier, as if they answered a scary call.

Finally, Yoyo's voice came from over there: "Fujimoto? You made it easy for me to find you."

The voice was very young, very strange, and very rude.

Fujimoto, who couldn't hold back for a long time, scolded: "Who are you? What do you want from me!"

"Well, you'll find out later."

Hanging up the phone directly, Fujimoto was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably angry, but now is not the time to worry about this, write it down first, and wait until you figure out what is going on in front of you.

He calmed down, and brought the phone over again. This time, he didn't look through the address book, but directly dialed a series of numbers.

After a long beep, the call was finally connected.

He directly asked, "Fujiki, what happened in Tokyo?"

There was silence for a long time before a subdued voice sounded: "You have provoked the worst person this time. You and Guisun have implicated most of the underworld circle. Now that Guisun is dead, the next one must be you... Fujimoto... for the sake of our friendship for many years, you should run away! It is best to escape to the North Pole."

Fujimoto was stunned for a moment, his eyes were terrified and he was a little angry: "The Shirakawa Shrine is just a land shrine! It's not a big shrine! Can they really cover the sky with one hand?"

"It's not Shirakawa Shrine... It's worse than messing with Shirakawa Shrine... You shouldn't get involved in this matter, you can do it yourself, Fujimoto! That adult has probably gone to find you himself." The other end of the phone was also a little annoyed, saying Up to this point, he has done his best. After all, who carelessly hides in Tokyo now?

"Fujiki! At least tell me who I offended?"

"..." Now the other side directly hung up the phone.

Fujimoto's face turned pale, and he urged his subordinates: "Pack up your things now! Go to the nearest airport!"

But his subordinates didn't seem to hear it, their faces were pale, and they said in a trembling voice: "Come on, it's too late."

Subconsciously, Fujimoto followed his gaze and looked forward, only to see a young man with cross-legged legs sitting on the sofa. This young man was particularly rude, tasting the lobster on the table.

"This shrimp is not very fresh."

Fujimoto opened his eyes wide, his brain went blank for an instant, and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

"It's you? Why are you? You, who are you?"

Chapter 39 We are waiting for you

At [-] o'clock in the morning, a car drove from Kanagawa to Tokyo. In the driver's seat, Furudegawa Kamimi was talking to his family about going back. There were several wooden boxes on the co-pilot, which contained charcoal-grilled meat. It is a souvenir to take home.

On the top of several boxes, there were a few photos randomly scattered, all of them were photos of walnuts and the little priest, and there was only one group photo of him.

The group photo was picked up by Fujimoto's staff from Luye Private's official forum, while the other photos were taken by paparazzi hired by Fujimoto.

As for why the paparazzi only photographed Hu Tao and the little priest but not him, he didn't know about it, so he planned to go home and have lunch later, and talk to the paparazzi to clear up his doubts.

As for the manipulator of all this, Fujimoto, he suffered an acute heart attack after he finished his question just now, and he has already been with Guisun Xiahuangquan.

In order to avoid causing trouble to the hot spring hotel, he also sent Fujimoto and his men to the morgue of the hospital.

Hurrying along the way, Furutegawa finally rushed home when Qingkong and Auntie Akiba were washing the last bowl. After talking a few words, he ate the lunch left for him with the steaming roasted pork Go in the stomach, and when I am full, I drive out again and go to the paparazzi's house to find the paparazzi.

But what was not surprising was that the paparazzi's house was empty, and there was still an apology letter left on the table.

He looked at it, and it seemed that he was sincere in apologizing, but the words "it's all bullshit" were revealed between the lines.

He put the letter back on the table, tapped it lightly with the tip of his index finger, and his figure turned into a misty cloud, disappearing instantly.

In an airport far away from Bunkyo District, a man wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap hid himself under the high neckline of a black windbreaker, looking through the sunglasses, quickly and uneasily vigilant about his surroundings.

At this moment, the cell phone in his hand vibrated suddenly.

The man covered it with one hand, looked down, and then his breathing froze for a moment, his neck seemed to be tightened.

Fujimoto's body turned up in the hospital morgue.

His hands couldn't help trembling, and his bloodless lips couldn't help trembling, exuding an air of incomparable despair.

"Dead, really dead... Is it my turn to be the next one? Damn it! I really shouldn't have accepted that business..."

A very kind voice suddenly reached his ears: "Are you afraid?"

The man was taken aback, he looked suddenly, and anger welled up in his heart, but before he had time to attack, a bucket of water pulled up from the bottom of Tokyo Bay gave him a chill.

His eyes were staring, his lips were starting to turn blue, and he was trembling.

It's over, it's over...

Furutegawa always hated things like sneak shots. This time he didn't ask any questions, but roughly entered the paparazzi's memory. After confirming that this guy hadn't sneaked into the school to secretly take pictures of Walnut, he restrained his murderous intentions and changed his name. a memory.

After finishing his work, he stood up and patted the man on the shoulder before leaving: "Young man, be a good person in the future."

After he left, the man's thoughts gradually returned, and he began to mutter: "Good man, I want to be a good man...I'm going to turn myself in, I've made mistakes..."

When Gu Techuan returned home, he found that Yuka was the only one at home again, Qingkong and Akiba Aunt Ken Ershu all went to the mall.

"Why don't you go?" He asked casually while putting down his coat.

Youjia, who was eating an apple, rolled her eyes: "Aren't you stupid? If I go with you, won't Aunt Qiuye have to spend money on things for me too? It's not appropriate."

Furutegawa went to wash his hands, sat on the single sofa next to him, picked up an apple, rubbed it on his sleeve habitually, bit it down, and said while chewing: "You are so stupid, Ken Ershu Akiba Auntie and Uncle Guima have such a good relationship, so what if you buy something? Believe it or not, there will be something for you later. "

Youjia lowered her head and thought for a while, then slammed the sofa and said, "That's right! How did I forget this one!"

She looked at Guatechuan, slightly nervous: "Do you think it's too late for me to go now? The gift doesn't really matter, the main reason is that if I buy something I don't like, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Guatechuan looked at her speechlessly, and picked up a peach from the table and gave it to her: "Come on, eat more peaches, peaches are quite expensive at this time."

Someone took it in a friendly manner, a mouthful of apples, and a mouthful of peaches.

In winter, the sun is the warmest during the hours from eleven o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon.

After Youjia finished eating the peaches and apples, she burped a little. She wiped her mouth indiscriminately, got up and opened the French window, pushed the beanbag over with her round buttocks, and finally took a blanket and sunglasses and lay down on the bed. I went to the sofa and basked in the sun very comfortably.

Furutegawa was gnawing on a peach, trying to sense the elixir by the way.

Eating this thing can add 500 years of skill. It is a super-sized experience pill, but the absorption cycle is a bit long, and now I can only watch it temporarily, and wait until the end of the year.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang.

He came back to his senses, looked at Youjia who was sunbathing over there, and said, "Your phone is ringing."

"Look who it is, just pick it up."

He said oh, picked up her mobile phone, looked at the notification of the incoming call, and said, "It's a person named Tian Teng."

Youjia thought for three seconds while basking in the sun, and asked, "Who is Tian Teng?"

"...Hey, hey, this is the note on your phone!"

"But I don't remember, you pick it up first..."

Furutekawa pressed the answer button, turned on the hands-free, and turned the volume to the maximum by the way.

A girl's soft voice sounded from inside: "Happy Christmas, my classmates."

Hearing this, Youjia hurriedly got up from the lazy sofa, ran to the coffee table, knelt and sat in front of the coffee table, and said in her usual voice in class: "Thank you, God, happy Christmas, Tian Teng... classmate."

When she said the word Tian Teng, she looked a little weird. There seemed to be no girl named Tian Teng in the class!

The person on the phone didn't know what was going on here, and after hearing the answer, his voice became much lighter: "Students here, there is a party in the club tomorrow afternoon, will you come then? If you come, everyone will be very happy."

"Society?" Youjia was stunned for three seconds, and then suddenly realized, by the way, she belongs to the Weitan Club!I've been busy with part-time work recently, and almost forgot about this club...

It turned out to be a member of the club, no wonder I didn't remember Tian Teng... You Jia breathed a sigh of relief, her face was a little embarrassed, she didn't really want to go, but she didn't go to the club for several months, but everyone still remembered her and sent a message Wouldn't it be rude to refuse an invitation?

She thought for a while, and asked a little carelessly, "Where is the meeting place?"

"It's at the school! The school club."

Yeah?That's good... There is a sigh of relief and a little disappointment at the same time. The group of people in the Weidansha are not normal. If they are really going to some strange place, they can just refuse. I didn't expect it to be so common... This rejection no more.

She replied: "I see, I must go tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, we'll be waiting for you! Goodbye!"

In the dimly lit Ghost Story Club, a girl hung up the phone, her neat bangs drooping down to cover her eyes.

Through the gaps in her hair, she stared at Jia's name on the phone, and gradually grinned, revealing her sharp scarlet teeth.

And around her, a circle of people gathered together, holding hands, like walking dead, muttering words in their mouths.

"We wait for you, we wait for you..."

Chapter 40 His Royal Highness Qianwu started broadcasting

Just when Youjia was worrying about tomorrow's club gathering, Gutechuan was also called out by Uncle Ken to help with things at the entrance of the mall.

On the day of God's Christmas, all shopping malls jump off buildings and have a big sale. It is almost the most suitable day of the year for shopping, and it is easy to hit it.

This is another reason why Youjia didn't go shopping with her, she was afraid that she would lose control of herself.

Furutegawa drove to the outside of a large shopping mall nearby, and from a distance, he saw Uncle Ken Er standing alone in a corner of the square outside the gate, and countless gift boxes, large and small, beside him.

He looked around, drove the car over, got out of the car, opened the rear compartment by the way, and moved things with Uncle Jian.

Uncle Jian's movements were a little slow, and it could be seen that he had been waiting here for a while.

"Where's Auntie Akiba and Qingkong?"

"Still in the mall." Uncle Jian's face was obviously more helpless, he directly sat in the co-pilot, he had been standing in the cold wind just now, he was choked by the cold,

Gu Techuan looked at the fully packed trunk, and couldn't help but wonder how many times they went back and forth to buy so much.

He drove the car to the parking lot next to him, and waited with Uncle Jian for Aunt Qiuye and Qingkong to come out.

And this wait is another hour...

In the car, Uncle Jian had already lowered the co-pilot's seat, and with his sleeves in his hands, he was playing slightly.

Gu Techuan also wanted to doze off a little, he got out of the car, rubbed his face with his hands, and finally called Qingkong.

It's just that no one answered the phone.

When I was wondering, Aunt Qiuye's voice came from the gate of the mall: "Xiao Jian, here, here!"

He heard the sound and looked, and saw that Auntie Qiuye was carrying seven or eight bags in her hands, and so was the clear sky behind her.