I, the lord of ghost stories

In your own place, by the window, by the window, sit down quietly.

At this time, there were not many people in the carriage, and it was relatively quiet in the carriage. Sifengyuan closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Through observation is like a clear mirror that stops water, and there is nowhere to hide all evil deeds!"

"Mr. Mori Kogoro, the famous sleeping detective, will tell us about his investigation journey!"

During the slight to almost imperceptible vibration, the train ran along the track in brilliant golden light.

Sifengyuan sat on the window seat and slowly opened his eyes.

The place next to me, coming and going, finally became vacant.

Yuu Sifengyuan looked in the direction of the sound. On the seat diagonally opposite, a small radio was placed on a small table, and a program signal of a certain station was emitted from it. .

A little boy with short hair, glasses, a blue suit and trousers, and a red bow on his chest, flicking the radio boredly, looking listless, like a dried leaf.

Someone was sitting not far away, taking out a cigarette and looking at it.

"Dad, this is a non-smoking compartment, and there are children here."

A girl with hair shaped like horns stopped the ugly uncle.

"It's really troublesome...forget it, wait until the place to smoke."

"Uncle, can you stop listening to this program? We all know that you are very famous!"

The little boy was only a little taller than the table next to him, but his immature face showed a trace of mature and sensible eyes that did not belong to this age... and those eyes that condensed helplessness, wanted to complain but couldn't complain Dead fish eyes with complex emotions.

"Stop chattering!"

"You kid, what do you know? It's a good thing that the TV station asked me to record a program after you became famous!"

The uncle's iron fist hit the little boy's head in various ways.

"Dad! I said no!"

The girl embraced the little boy angrily and glared at the uncle.

"Tch, this stinky brat always gets me into trouble, and sneaked in at the scene of the case last time!"

"That can't be done with such a heavy hand...he is just a child!"

Sifeng Yuanyu looked back and forth, looking and looking at the three of them.

The space that cannot be detected by the naked eye is filled with a rich gray atmosphere, and thick smoke like burnt objects is rolling around them.

The smoke even spread, gradually filling every inch of the carriage.

"It's unbelievable, this car... is it going to derail soon? Then fall off the cliff? Kill a car?"

The gray air was like dust, before it approached Sifeng Yuanyou, it encountered an invisible wall, blocked it, and could not approach it.

With the seat of Sifeng Yuanyu as the core, a clean area with a radius of several meters was naturally formed.

Disaster gas, or bad luck.

Minor calamities and tribulations are simply not enough to cause unfavorable appearances.

Judging from the aura of disaster gradually gathering around these three people, accidents, suicides, homicides, explosions may randomly appear wherever they go...

It can be called a mobile disaster star.

Without hesitation, Yuu Sifeng made a wise decision.

"...Get off immediately at the next stop!"

Amidst the black smoke, a man in black wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses, with no expression on his face, walked from the other side of the aisle with moderate steps.

Without squinting, he held a cigar in one hand when he passed Sifeng Yuanyu, and reached into the pocket of the black windbreaker with his right hand, and took out a palm-sized lighter

With a "click", the lighter made a sound.

In the next moment, a murderous aura that made people tremble all over, like a tide, suddenly emerged

"Peng" "Peng" "Peng", the loud sound is close at hand, accompanied by the breath of gunpowder smoke.

After three consecutive gunshots, the train stopped slowly.

"Disappeared?"

The man in black stared wide-eyed, held up the disguised lighter in his hand, and raised his head abruptly.

On the top of the carriage with metallic luster, there is a jet-black snake shadow as thick as a bowl, hanging from the edge of the lampshade.

A faint cold light emanated from the snake's pupils, spit out letters towards him, and black air lingered around it.

The hissing sound with a curse breath made him feel dizzy and bored in his mind.

"Hee hee~"

"Haha~"

The erratic, left and right baby laughter kept appearing around, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

The man in black looked down, and saw that the child below the knees was translucent and even disappeared at the end, running around his feet like the wind.

Pale white mist rose from the feet, the seats, and even the walls of the carriage, and the hazy vision was quickly drowned out.

Countless invisible shadows, whose outlines are not clear, seem to be moving in the white mist.

These pale, turbid things, like some kind of evil thing, completely wrapped and covered the man in black. In his horrified eyes, countless monsters with transparent bodies and no human form appeared.

A monster with only a head, an old man the size of a bouncing cricket, a half-dead ghost with a hideous face, and only one huge foot...

Chapter 290 Six Shinkansen

Several gunshots were fired in succession, and the bullets with sparks flew out of the silver gun muzzle in the shape of a lighter, completely solidified in the white mist like bugs submerged in glue.

Seeing this scene, the calm man in black finally showed despair.

"Monster! Don't come here!"

Accompanied by desperate cries, the white mist surged through like life, drowning everything.

The bright sunshine shone on Yuu Sifeng's face.

He leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

After the train stopped for a few minutes, it started up again with a "woo" and gradually accelerated.

The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, gradually appearing green fields.

"Sifengyuan Hall, Your Highness~"

There was a wet tapping sound outside the window.

Yuu Sifengyuan opened his eyes, looking at the thin white mist inside the carriage, dense and pervasive in the air.

I don't know when, except for Sifeng Yuanyou, there is no one else in the carriage.

Yuu Sifeng was used to this obviously abnormal scene, and opened the window casually.

A brown otter with a round body, wearing a small bamboo hat, stood here by the window sill.

"Good day, Your Majesty, I am the Otter leader of Asakawa."

"The bad guy has caught it, and we've given it a hard lesson...do you want to meet him?"

"I'm gone, just find a place to sink into the lake."

"Yes."

"This is an offering, please accept it."

The otters outside stretched their bodies and stood up, handing various things from the window one after another.

The cloth that seems to have aged seems to be handmade embroidery.

Beautiful stones, unknown nuts after cleaning and drying, vanilla with a unique taste, some colorful exotic petals, colorful and wind-colored paper, and candies.

These little monsters looked at Yuu Sifeng with sparkling longing eyes.

"Very good, I'll accept it."

"And ours, Your Highness, don't forget us!"

Some strange monsters floated in outside, just like those in Ukiyo-e.

Completely different from the ferocious horror when they appeared just now, they tried their best to show their best posture at this time.

Those who can completely transform into human form appear in the posture of ordinary people.

It can't be, and they all cover up and dress neatly.

They seemed to have a tacit understanding, lined up, and went forward one by one, offering their share of tribute to Sifeng Yuanyou.

Exquisite handmade snacks, self-brewed wine in the cellar, precious flowers in pots, beautiful feathers that shed themselves...

Sifeng Yuanyou didn't dislike these tributes, and smiled slightly, accepting them all.

Accepting enshrinement and giving protection is the relationship between Sifeng Yuanyu and these monsters.

These monsters all have their own corresponding ghost stories, and according to the scope of their spread, they all have more or less attributes of ghost stories.

As Sifeng Yuanyou accepted their tribute, a certain inexplicable charm was gradually consummated.

It is not a pure accumulation of power, but more of a conceptual approach to perfection.

"Is there any other useful news?"

"Yes, yes, the bad guy confessed that he has two accomplices on this train."

16 carriages.

"It's been so long since the 17th? Haven't you sent back any news?"

A young gangster with dyed blond hair took off the earphones on his ears, and asked the people around him a little puzzled.

"No. 4, didn't you tell him to get off the car and go directly to the safe house? No matter whether you arrive or not, it's time to send a message back on time!"

The companion was holding a newspaper and was reading it. Hearing this, he raised his head, raised his left wrist, and looked at the gold-plated watch.

"It's only been 25 minutes."

"Walk over and find the target, at his speed, within 3 minutes at most."

"Then the train will come to a stop and he will get off and leave."

"25 minutes, probably already on the way, at most 5 minutes, he should be here."

"Give him another five minutes."

"After 5 minutes, no matter whether the task succeeds or fails, a message must be reported."

"If there is no news, it is considered a failure."

Number 4 lowered his wrist and looked at Number 7. For some reason, he suddenly became interested in chatting.

"Number 7, don't worry about number 17, let's talk about how much big orders we can get?"

No. 7 muttered a few words, took off the earphones, and could faintly hear rhythmic rock music coming from the earphones.

"The one on the 17th can't be considered a small order, it's worth 60 yen!"

"Just tell me!"

"Well, this order is 3000 million yen, it's really easy to say, it's just a bomb... Ha, anyway, the Shinkansen never checks, this money is the same as a free gift..."

Dongying's Shinkansen has a huge flow of people, but there is no entry and exit inspection at all, and safety incidents have occurred in history because of this... However, there is still no safety inspection.

The reason is that the flow of people is too huge, the inspection takes a long time, and the cost is high...so I would rather take the risk.

Everyone knows that if things go on like this, problems will inevitably erupt one day, but everyone is sitting back and watching all this, betting that nothing will happen during their term of office.

Many times, many things are like this.

This is true of nuclear power plants, and so is the Shinkansen.

"There are too many people who have handled it, and we have to hand it in... How much can we get?"

"3000 million yen, we can get 500 million yen of it, 900 million yen for me, 600 million yen for you."

Number 7 fell silent.