Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

Everyone is obviously a netizen, so where is the fat house that we agreed on?Why is this guy so handsome?Still so young?What about co-authorship and online fraud?

Many people have no idea of ​​leaving, but because someone takes the lead, they are able to bear the reputation of being a coward.

No. I just bite the bullet and continue to sit outside.

Various voices of surprise and belief arose one after another. It turned out that they were just netizens. After some surprise, Xiaojia accepted that the netizens who had never met each other were actually friends for many years.

"This is Hanako, the Hanako on the forum, everyone was shocked, right?"

The only exception was that it was not a shrine. I sat calmly under the cheap sofa and poured myself a cup of herbal tea, drinking it slowly or urgently.

"I told you in advance, once the game is over, I have to pay attention to my words and deeds. You all know what happened yesterday, right? Hyakumonogatari... It is true that you can't summon ghosts. I definitely don't want to get in or out. It’s not too late yet.”

There were younger men and women, as well as older middle-aged uncles. When the shrine came in, everyone's eyes naturally focused on this most unconventional figure.

"Liar!"

As soon as I said those words, everyone's face showed a little fear. A big couple hugged each other tightly, and the supernatural detective glanced around.

"Not once before I came here, when Shunyi was catching frogs, he dug out a snake from the soil between the fields. I was very timid and took the lead in roasting the snake and eating it. You also took a bite, snake The meat is no different from that of a loach."

No one raised their hands.

As the number of people in the room gradually decreased, the paranormal detective who initiated the event checked his cell phone and clapped his hands before confirming, making everyone quiet down.

"Shunyi, I am very timid. I always take you to do various things. If there are any snacks that you can't eat at this time, you can make a fire by yourself and go to the fields to catch some frogs and other things to roast and eat. It also serves as a reminder of rural childhood. entertainment.”

"It's relevant. The requirement is just to stay outside a room with light. Turn off the lights and light the candles later. After all, there are a hundred stories. If we really want to finish telling them outside at night, it will be until early morning. "

"Is it over so early? The sun has still set, right?"

Of course, the shrine is calm. I have already discovered the cameras installed in the seven corners of the room, as well as the hidden air conditioner secretly activated by the supernatural detective.

"If I'm sure I have any objections, you have to light the candles and end the game."

And the so-called supernatural detective Sang was also in a state of confusion.

"When you were growing up, you were from Nagano Prefecture, and you basically spent your childhood in your hometown in the countryside."

"But when you were about to cut open its belly, the snake's belly exploded with a bang!"

It's because I have a strong appetite now, and I haven't been able to arouse my interest in that kind of special person yet. I responded enthusiastically to all of them, and I agreed on the grounds of social fear.

Unprepared, the supernatural detective pulled down all the curtains. The pure white thick curtains blocked out the light, leaving only light in the room.

Detective Peng Mao was a little surprised when he saw someone running away from the battle. At that time, no one could bear it, so he had to choose to go in and out under the atmosphere, which would make the ensuing situation worse.

A person was teasing, probably a companion of the supernatural detective, who was responsible for cheering.

It was obvious that I was unprepared for the supernatural detective, so I considered quitting on a small number of issues.

"Previously, snakes had become one of the ingredients you would grill, until one day, Shunyi caught a little snake with a swollen belly. You all thought the snake had just stopped eating, so you took it seriously and grilled it. .”

Some of the men also tried to talk to Jingu about things offline, trying to bring the two of them closer.

The supernatural detective's face was normal and serious, and the atmosphere of terror gradually rose, and he told me the story.

Chapter 203 The Last Story

"And then? What happened?"

A girl asked timidly. The supernatural detective didn't mean to scare them by shouting at this time.

But he was good at telling stories, and his deep voice and serious expression made them involuntarily immersed in the stories he told.

"The snake's belly wasn't some half-digested field mouse or sparrow, but a dense mass of small snakes. They were entangled together, mixed with mucus and splashed on us."

"Hey! How disgusting!"

Because of the supernatural detective's vivid description, some people get goosebumps when they imagine the scene he described.

But some people questioned the irrationality of the story.

"Snakes in the countryside of Yingzhou should all lay eggs, right? Even a pregnant female snake should have eggs in its belly."

"Of course, that's what I thought at the time. It was because we thought it was weird that we all planned to run away, but only Shunyi didn't."

The supernatural detective took a deep breath.

The supernatural detective glanced at the camera in the corner, his heart skipped a beat, and he was ready to tell his last story.

No one in the family took the initiative to tell the last story, and for a while it was so noisy that one could hear everyone's rapidly accelerating heartbeats.

The moment he met Jingu's eyes, hot sweat dripped down his forehead, and Xiang's feelings were all connected.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the cliché is. Just now, in order to make up the number of stories, Xiaojia also told some clichéd stories, such as the man with the slit and so on.

I am indeed a monster!See through what you are actually doing.

There is very little contrast with the netizens offline. I have not shown other people's emotions in the game for many years. I feel this abnormal power at this moment.

So corny.

The powerful candlelight shone on everyone's faces, and they kept telling weird stories for so long. Although nothing weird happened, this weird feeling always lingered in their hearts.

Knowing that a long time had passed, there was only one solitary candle left among the hundreds of candles that were originally arranged in a chaotic manner.

It's not too late now. What should I do in the last video if I run away from the situation?

"The game has degenerated very smoothly, but a small number of people really only regard it as a special game, or their own business..."

"What happens before the first flame goes out?"

Since that was the first story, no one chose to complain about Jingu's story. They just waited for Jingu to finish telling and blow out the candles.

"Ahhh!"

That story is not a relatively scary story, it is not exciting, there are no ups and downs of frightening scenes, it is just like a special folk tale.

"This is..."

"If I let you do it, then the first story."

"On the seventh day, you heard that Shunyi fell ill and died a short time later. If they checked the news, they found nothing about it. The newspaper said that the urchin died of a parasitic infection due to eating snakes. "

But it is precisely because of this knowledge that one can understand that those so-called ghost-detection games are actually very dangerous, and they will only attract these things if they are not actually provoked.

"We were so scared at the time, but Shunyi was lying on the ground like a man possessed.

The snakes crawled on his body, and then he devoured them all alive. "

"The story begins on the same day as today. A group of people like Xiaojia gathered together and played the game of Hyakumonogatari."

"Come and try it? Don't be afraid, this is really delicious."

Before I could say anything, I was pushed back, and the shrine who had been sitting outside pushed me back under the seat.

Since they are all Song Lun lovers, more or less, they don't have many stories or weird stories outside their heads.

Whether the news in my mouth is not important is not important. What is important is that the half-true and half-false story has not made Xiaojia even more suspicious.

Outside the lighted room, the candles were extinguished one by one, indicating that it was getting late, or that the atmosphere of terror was gradually creeping into my heart.

"But what we all know is that that game really caused something, and only the firelight of the fire protected our lives..."

No matter whether the stories told by others are scary or exciting, old-fashioned or new, they will blow out a candle before finishing their own stories.

"Shunyi was covered in the mucus of the big snake and the little snake. When we were all scared and ready to run away, Shunyi picked up the little snake covered in mucus and ate the little snake directly like a snack, and And he said to us: "

"Now that Detective Sang's incident has begun, it's up to you to tell me a story..."

For example, the story I told at the end was indeed a personal experience. I know that there were indeed no weird things in that world that I can mention.

"That story may not be old-fashioned, but you think it's very suitable to give to the little family here."

"As for how Shunyi died, you already know it, but you can't assume that it has nothing to do with the snake's curse. In your hometown, there is no legend about Chikou Chongshen. If you want Shunyi, probably Didn't he die because of evil spirits?"

At this moment, even the initiator of the event, the supernatural detective, had no hesitation. What if he wanted to continue telling the first story and then extinguish the first candle?

Even the Jingu Shrine adapted the stories of Shadow Demon, Boji, Ibuki and others and told them as ghost stories to make up the number.

But that time, I wasn't quite sure. I knew it was my first time playing a small game like that, or that the ghost story was too little. I didn't feel like I was losing immersion.

Although I am a relatively unknown ghost-hunting video author among paranormal enthusiasts, I am not completely sensationalistic or deceptive.

The shrine was high up, opening its mouth as if to blow out the last remaining candle. In the white darkness, everyone seemed to see the shrine's eyes glowing slightly.

But it was the feeling of an uprising that slightly increased the credibility of the story, and the atmosphere of the Hyakumonogatari event was also officially raised in that story.

That was the first story

"But when Shunyi was ill, you once visited me. Although my parents didn't ask you to leave, when you left, you saw many small and large snakes crawling under the window of my house."

It seemed as if just breathing a little harder would blow out the first candle.

Jingu's gaze shifted to the body of the supernatural detective, and I had a feeling that the person whom Jingu said was a business was not referring to me.

But I realized that it was meaningless. Even if I wanted to speak, my tongue would stick to the outside of my mouth as if it belonged to me again.

The supernatural detective raised his head and blew out a candle, indicating that his story had not begun yet.

Does that mean telling what we are doing in the form of a story to increase the sense of immersion and scare people?

The supernatural detective understood everything in an instant. It turned out that the real ghost had not retreated long ago.

Even on the summer night when the incident occurred, there was no chill in the hearts of everyone.

Chapter 204 Green Lantern

The Shrine did not blow out the last candle.

In other words, someone prevented him from blowing out the last candle.

The supernatural detective seemed to completely believe the story told by the shrine. He screamed to bring courage, threw himself on the table, and used his body to protect the last candle.

The sudden move caused everyone to commotion, and the weak candlelight was protected by the supernatural detective on his chest.

"The game is over everyone, I give up, hurry up and turn on the lights!"

While staring at the shrine with vigilance, protecting the candle in his hand, he tried to calm down the commotion among the people.