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Chapter 108 Judge or Death

Koda Manami's pain didn't last too long.

After a while, the figure of the man with a big hole in his forehead and the disgusting smell of fried chicken swayed and disappeared.

"call--"

Koda Masahiro let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, God didn't kill them all, leaving him a way to survive.

But where did that person go?

Was it rescued?

Those who can save people from grotesques must also be grotesques. Can a grotesque also come to save me?

Koda looked directly above, at the lights hanging on the top of the passageway of the toll booth—the light was right in front of him, but he just couldn't reach it...

The lady at the toll booth poked her head out of the window again.

The light from the headlights shone on her face, making it extraordinarily clear.

……

"It's been an hour overtime,"

Muraoka Hanao went to the streetlight where Kawamoto Renpachi was marked, and looked around, "It seems that Kawamoto Renpachi really can't come back."

In another world that Muraoka Hanao couldn't see, Kawamoto Jinpachi screamed with all his might:

"Here I am! Open your dog eyes and look at me!"

Muraoka Hanao was completely indifferent.

"please!"

Kawamoto Renpachi knelt down, tears streaming down his face,

"Please help me, I really don't want to go back to that toll booth and become a zombie like those two people... Also, it hurts too much when the big truck runs over!"

Before he finished speaking, the transparent sticker on the back flickered, and there was a sharp pain of tearing.

When he opened his eyes again, beside Hitohachi Kawamoto lay the zombie man with shock, disappointment and panic all over his face.

Renpachi Kawamoto wanted to know the other party's name and why he was brought to this place by taxi.

Is it also because he tampered with his friend's brakes?

Two people, or two zombies, can't communicate in words at all.

And it was obvious that the other party looked very unwilling to see him.

"I don't want to come back either,"

Kawamoto Renpachi cried and said, "But there is no way."

Why does he keep going back and forth between toll booths and street lights?This is completely different from what that saury said before!

The blinding high beams flashed.

Kawamoto Hitohachi looked into the distance, and a heavy truck slowly drove into the passage.

Under the streetlights, a car sped past with its high beams flashing.

Pain...severe pain!The long pain... the pain again and again...

Kawamoto Renpachi only hated himself for not being able to pass out.

……

"Let's go."

Saury was holding a book called "Big Sword" and was taking a taxi by the side of the road.

"I told you when I came here," Muraoka Hanao hurriedly followed, "Isn't it good to bring your special car? Now I have to take a taxi in the middle of the night. What if I encounter that weird taxi? .”

"Flower."

"kindness?"

"Have you noticed that the driver's recent selection of triggers seems to... deserve it?"

"Uh..." Muraoka Hanao was taken aback by Saury's question, "This should not be something we need to consider."

"Then what should we consider?"

"Restriction? Containment? Even eradication... Anyway, what to do without considering the grotesque

Good things and bad things, no one can guarantee that one day, they will collectively go crazy. "

"In the future, use your limited energy where you need it more,"

Saury stopped and looked at the majestic street lights in the distance, "There are still so many chaotic and disorderly grotesques in this world, it is meaningless to waste time on such law-abiding grotesques.

Even if one day, he will evolve to the point where he can't control it, let's wait until that day. "

"Then our next step..." Muraoka Hanao said.

"Observe for a while longer,"

Saury lowered his head and stared at the manga, and turned to the page where Claire rescued Raky, "If that driver chooses this kind of scum every time, I can feel at ease even if I let it go."

A taxi stopped in front of him, and Saury opened the door.

"and many more!"

Muraoka Hanao tried to stop him, "Shouldn't it be better to see if there is anything strange about this driver..."

Saury flipped through the comics and sat in.

Reluctantly, Muraoka Hanao had no choice but to quickly follow and got into the passenger seat.

The seniors in the class said that Mr. Saury can be insulated from the weird rules just by reading the comics. I hope the legend is true.

"Wait! Don't go...I'm still here!"

Behind the taxi, Hitomi Kawamoto ran as fast as he could, but could only watch the shadow of the taxi getting blurred in the dark night,

"Saury! Hanao Muraoka! And that red shirt! You bastards!"

"Wait, don't forget that some of you have eaten fried chicken made by my wife!"

"Just wait, tomorrow night, we will meet again in the passage of the toll booth!"

"At that time, I will continue to make fried chicken for you!"

While speaking, Renpachi Kawamoto felt severe pain from his back, and he returned to the passageway of the toll booth when a car ran over him...

All night, he flashed back and forth between tollbooths and streetlights, with increasing frequency and tearing pain.

Koda Manami, who watched him appear and disappear, disappear and appear again, and more and more frequently, also felt very desperate.

……

At midnight, a woman in black with short hair and a little boy passed near this street lamp.

The center of the boy's forehead suddenly split open, revealing a scarlet eye.

"Sister, look,"

The boy pointed under the street lamp, "There is a man over there."

The woman in black looked at Kawamoto Renpachi who kept flashing and disappearing, disappearing and flashing again, and said expressionlessly, "What is this? Look over there."

She stretched out her hand and pointed twice, and the street lights in the whole street were instantly turned off, and then turned on again quickly.

The scarlet eyes on the boy's forehead blinked, and he saw——

On the whole street, under every street lamp, there is a ghost standing, all looking over here...

……

"Red Shirt, real name Nishi Shiori, eccentric investigator of the Special Investigation Section of the Lidu City Police Headquarters (mental strength: 73), 27 years old, 166cm tall, and 50kg in weight."

The basement of Nara Apartment.

Kita Eijiro, who had just returned to the house, respectfully borrowed "Kita Eijiro's Bizarre Taxi Stories Collection" from Gu Xing, and immediately pushed Fujino, who was reading a book, out of the desk.

Go aside, open the book, and start writing on the latest page——

"Nishi Shiori was included in the proposal to be taken away by the ungrateful because:

The owner of the fried chicken shop Renpachi Kawamoto accepted the signature fried chicken made with natural ingredients and does not contain waste oil, but when Renpachi Kawamoto was about to be taken away by the messenger of justice, he chose to chase his idol - from Dongdu The inquisitor asked for his signature.

Kawamoto Renpachi's resentment soared into the sky..."

Kita Eijiro wrote a long paragraph, heartily, halfway through writing, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Xing... After a while, he lowered his head, frowned, and sketched out all the proposals he had already written, and wrote road--

"Sanken Meguro, a scumbag who killed his benefactor's husband, attempted to possess the widow. He was insane. The Tauren gave him a red card warning. The details are as follows..."

Eloquent is another long paragraph.

[Get 7 years and 11 months]

Gu Xingxin's life span came from Renpachi Kawamoto.

It is probably the remaining amount after Kita Eijiro deducted the lifespan required for his reinforcement rules.

It doesn't matter if talking is better than nothing, or if a little is accumulated, you will be happy if you gain something.

Gu Xing was more curious about how Kawamoto Renpachi teleported back and forth between two places infinitely, and the intervals became shorter and shorter, what would happen in the end—whether it would split into two ghosts, one under the street lamp and one at the toll booth.

"What about the Red Shirts?"

Gu Xing asked, "Can I watch the live broadcast?"

【Let me try】

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