Creation of Dongying Guitan

Fujino looked disappointed, and clicked the button to switch the camera impatiently.

At the other end of the camera, Mamoru Yoshida drew a thick horizontal line under the word thank you, and shook it vigorously.Then, he stared at the Son with wide eyes.At the same time, pick up a pen and write a few sentences in your script inspiration notebook.

Outside the building, the taxi driver drove back in a hurry, parked the car on the side of the road in a panic, without taking out the car key, slammed the door of the car with a "bang", and ran towards the lobby of the office.

He pushed open the door, just in time to see the Holy Son and the grotesques in the hall, looking at each other with curious eyes.

This was the first time Shengzi saw so many grotesques gathered in one place. She was a little apprehensive, but more excited.

Shengzi: "Where is the director? Where is the director? I have something to say to him."

The grotesques all looked upstairs.

Kumata Nobuhiko put the camera down from his shoulder, held it in his hand, and hooked his fingers towards Seiko with the other hand.Then, he strode into the stairs on the side of the hall.

The Holy Son immediately understood and followed his footsteps.

The woman in the red skirt was full of anger and stretched out her hands, trying to stop the Son.

She was pulled aside by the taxi driver and another grotesque figure in a transparent body.

Seiko continued to move forward and soon caught up with Nobuhiko Kumata.At this time, Nobuhiko Kumata had already reached the stairs on the second floor.

The grotesques had expressions of excitement or resentment on their faces, and they followed behind the Holy Son in a large group.

Soon, Nobuhiko Kumata came to an office in the middle of the second floor.There is a sign hanging at the door, which reads in neat handwriting: Director's Office.

The Holy Son walked to the door, intending to knock on it.

Kumata Nobuhiko shook his head, got ahead of her, stretched out his hand, and pushed the door open.

In the room, on a desk, the faceless director was flipping through a certain script.Hearing the sound of the door, he turned around, saw the Holy Son, and couldn't help but stay where he was.

Shengzi: "Can I come in? Mr. Director."

The director lowered his head, found a piece of paper from the table, and quickly wrote on it: 【You shouldn't come to this kind of place】

The Holy Son carefully looked at the handwriting on it: "Okay, after becoming grotesque, even the handwriting is different. Is it to prevent others from seeing your true face?"

The director shook the piece of paper with [You shouldn't come to this kind of place] vigorously.

Son: "Why?"

The director buried his head in writing, then picked up the paper, on which it was written: 【Have you never heard of the legend that the monster in this building will turn the intruder into the opposite sex? 】

Shengzi: "Are you referring to the detective answer from Dongdu?"

Director: 【Also, it's hard to change back】

The Holy Son closed his eyes and looked like he was letting himself be slaughtered: "That's great, then you can change."

Although the director had a mask on his face, Shengzi could feel his astonishment.

Shengzi opened his eyes and looked at the director stubbornly: "The person I like doesn't like me, I don't want to be a woman anymore."

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Chapter 291 Love the Holy Son

The office building opposite the Naya office building is the duty observation room of the Lidu Weird Investigation Section.

Through the binoculars, Midori and her assistant focused on observing the movement in an office on the opposite floor.

Assistant: "My lord..."

Midori: "My lord?"

Assistant: "Uh, investigator Midori..."

Midori: "What?"

Assistant: "Can you see what the director wrote on the paper?"

Midori: "Can you see it?"

Assistant: "I can't see it at all."

Midori: "Do I have one more eye than you?"

The assistant subconsciously looked at Midori's forehead: "Of course not..."

Midori: "I have a good idea."

The assistant came up and said, "Speak."

Midori pointed to the taxi in front of Naya's office building before she even had time to turn off the lights: "I just noticed that in that car, the key is still there, and the engine hasn't even been turned off. Tell me, should we Steal the car away... In this way, will the taxi driver lose his job from now on, and he can't do harm anymore?"

Assistant: "Ah, are you serious?"

Midori: "Of course."

Assistant: "But, if the opponent's rules are triggered, will the consequences be serious?"

Luzi: "Didn't we dispatch a batch of death row prisoners to the office building?"

Assistant: "You're right, I almost forgot... I'll go find them right away. I remember that one of them was a taxi driver before being imprisoned."

The assistant said, and walked to the observation room.

Midori: "My God."

The assistant stopped and looked at Midori: "Investigator?"

Midori: "Sato, please tell me, how did you pass the stage of being an intern assistant? No, you should tell me first, how did you pass the stage of graduating from the grotesque training class and become an intern assistant?"

Sato: "Uh, they said, I stayed in the training class for too long, and the students in the same batch as me have become investigators and sacrificed..."

Midori: "Which class of student are you from?"

Sato: "Probably two terms earlier than Red Shirt-sama."

Lvzi: "Is the red shirt you mentioned the teacher's red shirt that brought me?"

Sato: "If there is no second investigator code-named Red Shirt..."

Midori helped her forehead, and her tone was full of helplessness: "Satou, speaking of it, you can be regarded as a senior in the investigation field. When we investigate any grotesque, we must learn to make independent judgments, such as the taxi in front of us— —

That driver is a member of the Weird Alliance, and the Weird Alliance has helped us several times recently. The two sides can be said to be in the honeymoon period. What reason do we have to disrupt this balance? "

Sato: "Ah...so, you were fooling me just now?"

"Of course," Midori said, picked up the binoculars again, and aimed at the building of Naya's office, "Please, how can you become an investigator after you look like this..."

Sato came back, stood in front of the standing telescope again, and looked down: "It doesn't matter, the instructor said something similar to me when I was a student in the grotesque training class-but you see, I am now Assistant?"

Midori: "..."

...

...

Naya's office, the director's office.

Looking at Sheng Zi, the director buried his head and wrote another line: [Don't make fun of it—because you really can't change back]

Holy Son: "Are you planning to continue like this?"

Director: [So? 】

Holy Son: "I mean, just keep wearing a mask and talk to me with notes?"

Director: [I don't understand what you're talking about]

Shengzi looked at the director, just as she stubbornly looked at Gu Xing in the Shibuya apartment before: "Don't be sloppy, Gu Xingjun, I can smell you."

Director: [Stop talking about that, it's time, you should get out of here]

After showing this line of words, the director winked at Nobuhiko Kumata, implying that he would take Seiko away as soon as possible.

[Go and drive and take her home] This sentence was written by the director to Eijiro Kita.

The two grotesques remained unmoved. Instead, it was the Holy Son who approached the director step by step, staring at his face without facial features without blinking:

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of a very good-looking, lively girl, or are you afraid that you can't protect the person you like?"

Director: [Am I afraid, or are you playing with fire? 】

The Son of God approached him thoroughly, and the distance between the two was only about the length of an index finger.The director could feel that she was almost on fire.

Son: "If this fire is passionate, I would rather be burned to ashes by it—"

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, her lips were almost close to the director's face: "I'm going all out!"

As she spoke, she kissed the faceless director's lips—to be precise, the position of the director's lips.

Under the mask, there is a faint bulge, which feels wonderful to the touch. Even through a thin layer of mask, the director can still produce the feeling of two people actually kissing.

The director's breathing became imperceptibly heavier.At this moment, he relived the sense of enveloping girlishness brought to him by the Holy Son a few days ago. Unlike the last time, the Holy Son at this moment did not smell of alcohol at all.She is extraordinarily awake.

In a short moment, countless images from the past flashed through the director's mind, from the policewoman handing him brown rice tea at the door of the basement of the Nara apartment to the new neighbor standing at the door with a happy face... from trying to live with him but being rejected admirers, to the grotesque female students in training courses who have been tortured by electric shocks, drugs, and radiation...

From her original mortal body, she has cultivated a body of strong, full and elastic muscles, but it has not affected the beauty of her form presented to the world at all.

What's more, she became so aggressive, so fearless, so insightful, and so good at piercing people's hearts, she completely saw through his thoughts and concerns—

Perhaps it is a sequela brought about by countless reincarnations. The director has always doubted whether he can protect the person he has tried his best to protect.So, he simply locked his heart tightly, closed the door of his heart, suppressed any possible inclinations and inclinations he might have towards girls, and would not hesitate to dismiss it at the slightest sign, so that he and the Son once drifted further and further apart.

However, now, as if due to the impact of the Holy Son's violent offensive, he suddenly cleared his mind—yes, escaping will never solve the problem.

those repressed

The emotions deep down are like lakes and reservoirs that are constantly fed by river water.

As long as the water keeps pouring in, the water level will always rise higher and higher, and one day the lake will flood the dams, engulf the rice fields and heart fields like a torrent... once it goes out, it will be unstoppable.

It would be better to face the problem head on.

The director thought to himself: Even the Holy Son is not afraid, why am I still holding back as a describer?

Thinking of this, the director pushed Shengzi away a little.Then, write on the paper: [I don't want to]

The Holy Son's body froze for a moment.