Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

"Oh no..."

Pinocchio's wailing sounded in the dark corner.

There was also the sound of splintering wood.

It sounded like some kind of creature was gnawing on wood.

What kind of wood is he eating?

Definitely not the rubbish on the side of the road.

"Sure enough, I should have come out earlier to have fun, that damn place is so boring."

During this period, the sound of gnawing stopped briefly, and the sound of satisfaction sounded.

After a few seconds, the sound of gnawing continued.

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Chapter 290 VII Rusty Robot

"There seems to be a lot of urban legends lately."

"Have it?"

"Yes, what kind of red-clothed killers in the midnight city, baseball bat killers wandering around in the middle of the night and so on."

"Isn't this always the case on the Internet? There are always some people trying to attract attention with some weird topics."

"It's different this time, look at the pictures."

Looking at the mobile phone handed to him, Oreki Houtaro was unhappy.

Not long ago, I accidentally met this girl named Chitanda Eru, and then his happy energy-saving life is gone forever.

Sighing, Houtarou Oreki propped himself up and carefully looked at the photos on Chitanda Eru's phone.

After only watching for two or three seconds, he concluded that the topic was false.

"This photo is too blurry, it looks like it was taken with a mobile phone more than ten years ago."

Handing the phone back, Oreki Houtaro complained.

This can be regarded as the practice of supernatural events.

As long as the photos involved supernatural events, they would be blurry, and he would believe that they were taken with a mobile phone that was about to be scrapped.

This is similar to those UFO photos.

As we all know, UFOs are always only seen at bald eagles, and the photos taken are blurry.

"That's it."

Disappointed, Chitanda Eru took back the phone, and said without much interest.

She is always full of curiosity about such strange things.

The same goes for some interesting legends on campus.

But her mind is not very bright, so Oreki Houtaro is often needed to help her out.

Under Oreki Houtaro's restraint, Chitanda Eru's eagerness to die was well suppressed.

In this world, too much curiosity is not a good thing.

Looking at the disappointed Chitanda Eru, Oreki Houtaro didn't know what to say.

In fact he wasn't too interested in this sort of thing.

He just wants to live his own happy energy-saving life.

No matter who wants to destroy his energy-saving life, he will be politely but firmly rejected.

But when Chitanda Eru looked at him expectantly, he couldn't help but refuse.

Maybe this is the so-called spring heart sprout?

Oreki Houtarou is very aware of his current state.

He definitely has a crush on this girl, and it's not clear if he goes further.

Looking at the post on the phone for the last time, Houtaro Oreki turned off the phone casually.

"It was successful."

"Yes."

Luo Zhen and Irena, who were sitting by the window, talked endlessly.

Some time ago, all kinds of strange fairy tale characters appeared in this world one after another.

It is said that in today's society, no matter what happens on the Internet, it spreads very fast.

Many people chose to discuss it on the Internet after accidentally discovering fairy tale characters.

Although these people were all found and clearly remembered one by one, the related enthusiasm has been stirred up.

Although it is very simple and quick to directly and forcibly delete these discussions, this is undoubtedly to tell people who pay attention to this matter: You are right, there are indeed things that ordinary people are not suitable to know about.

In this regard, the agency's handling method is very simple.

Arrange some sailors to irritate some people under related discussions.

Soon, what was supposed to be a serious discussion turned into a scolding battle.

The focus of the discussion also gradually shifted.

Afterwards, they lowered the popularity in the same old way, and dug out the black material of those bad artists.

Soon these sightings turned into mere hype, and no one cared.

"Isn't this too idealistic?"

Up to now, Irena still feels a little incomprehensible.

How did it go so smoothly?

But if you think about it carefully, there seems to be no problem.

After all, there is so much hostility on the Internet, arguing and arguing become personal attacks.

"The so-called practice makes perfect."

Scratching his head, Luo Zhen responded.

In fact, he didn't know much about it.

After all, that's not what he does.

But there is one thing he is sure of, the person responsible for controlling public opinion must be a sunny boy.

Kind of a thousand clowns.

On a certain street in Chiba, a drunk man staggered along the road.

The pedestrians around all showed disgust when they saw the drunk and subconsciously stayed away.

'Drinking drunk in broad daylight, I'm afraid he is a vagrant. '

'This guy doesn't spit on the side of the road, does he?gross. '

'Same as those punks. '

A malicious look came, but the man didn't care.

He was indeed a vagrant, and a punk.

He even really planned to find a place to vomit for a while, although it wasn't by the side of the road.

He has long been used to these malicious sights.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

That's his way of life, he tells the others.

Including when you reach out to your aging parents for money.

He knew it wasn't easy being a parent, but so what.

Now that he was born, he must be raised well.

The drunk man thought confidently.

The money on my body is enough for a night, so I will go home tomorrow and ask for money.

Anyway, as long as he sells badly, his parents will feel distressed and give him money.

If it doesn't work, just sit down.

He's used to it anyway.

"Yuck~"

"Cough cough, ha~ vomit!"

In the alley, the sound of vomiting kept coming.

It seems the man drank a lot last night.

"It's so hard."

Clutching his head, the drunk leaned softly against the wall.

Looking at the sky with blank eyes, I always feel a little empty.

The drunk's consciousness began to sink little by little.

He had been high last night, and now he finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"Click, click, click."

Deep in the alley, strange sounds approached from far away.

It's like the sound of a rusty machine that hasn't been maintained for many years.

The drunk barely pulled himself together and looked into the depths of the alley.