After much persuasion, Ryoko Kano finally agreed to put most of his men into Kitagawa Eri.

But no matter what Kitakawaji said, she still had to send someone to squat around him.

After all, when Kitakawaji returned home, he could also receive protection with her sister. At that time, the four police officers were in charge of the police and then organized rotation and seamlessly squatting.

"It's just that the police have time to protect themselves." Kitagawaji rubbed his temples.

At most one week, police officers who find nothing will evacuate.

By that time, I could only go back and protect Kitagawa Eri.

But this hit the prisoner's mind. Kitagawa Temple couldn't take action, so of course there was no chance to deal with him.

"It's a week." Kitakawaji clicked on the computer desk, and a direction was vaguely found in his heart.

But it's just that late now, it's not a good time to implement that idea.

"Send those photos to the community homepage first." Kitakagiji opened the simple homepage he made.

It is a home page with a black theme and a font size of twelve similar to a message board.

The title content in the center of the homepage is very simple. Urban Strange Talk Office.

Looking at it briefly, there is a detailed classification under the main title, which is the specific experience of Kitakawaji's elimination of each time.

In order to increase credibility, Kitakawaji also posted some short videos and realistic photos of him and his vengeful spirits below.

The 21st century is the Internet age!

Kitakawaji, who is in the environment of wifi and mobile phone social apps, is certainly well aware of this.

line, sns social network, twitter

Although the action of soliciting opinions from Shasha netizens online is not reliable, there are also unexpected gains.

For example, the last time I went to Kitagawa Temple, Ando's haunted house, where there was a ghost in the mirror, was the result of someone sending a private message to him on the homepage.

"The number of people browsing the homepage is increasing." Kitagawaji murmured to himself.

With his own photos and various thrilling short videos, this homepage of Kitagawaji has been widely circulated among young people recently. The last time Kitagawaji was playing with his mobile phone in Kitagawa Eri, he saw the video of his personal homepage browsing.

Of course, Kitakawaji did not put his face on every photo, and it was basically a dark environment and the pixels of the mobile phone. Even if he could see his side face, it was probably just vague, and no one would think of him.

The younger generation always likes to pursue unique stimulation, and many people leave comments on the homepage of Kitakawaji.

“High energy ahead!”

"Damn it! What exactly is the thing that appeared in one minute and thirty seconds?! Who will tell me what exactly is the thing that scared me and jumped up?"

"Amitabha, is there any strange thing?"

"The blogger's video is extremely subversive. Don't watch it if you are unhappy!"

"This is what the blogger uses ordinary ps synthesis technology to pistol? It's quite novel to make it like this."

"Not scary at all!"

There are many messages, but most of them are messages that tell you that you were shocked or that Kitakawaji was cheating.

But Kitakawaji also discovered that those ids who said they were lying and were not scary at all appeared in the message area afterwards.

The standard true fragrance ending.

Therefore, there are always seventy or eighty messages left every day in the Kitakawa Temple private mailbox.

These days, Kitakawa Temple has been plagued by various things and has no time to clear the private mailbox, so it has accumulated a lot of "inventory" over and over again.

Some people asked about the identity and name of Kitakawaji.

Some people want to ask where these terrifying and supernatural attractions are.

Some righteous people also scolded Kitakawa Temple for p-picking pictures to make some pictures to attract attention.

A considerable number of people came to eat melons and watch the show to see if Beichuan Temple would take the time to return them.

Some professional teams or investment companies have also come to Kitakawaji, hoping that Kitakawaji can join them.

In this large number of messages, Kitagawa Temple quickly scanned.

One of the messages caught his attention.

"I have something I hope the blogger can help. If the blogger can see it, please contact me with this email."

The other party’s long list of emails was attached below, and the private message was the night before yesterday.

Kitagawa Temple's eyes continued to move downward.

"Blogger, this matter is really important! I hope you can reply to me soon! My email is"

The private message was last night.

Just when Kitakawaji released his mouse and planned to go to the toilet, a new message popped up in the private mailbox.

"Are the blogger worried about my identity? Please rest assured, I am not a suspicious person, but my friend has encountered some incredible things recently. We can reimburse you for travel expenses or accommodation expenses. The after-remuneration will never disappoint you. My email address."

""Baichuan Temple.

Kitakawaji closed the message box and let out a breath.

If he had time to help, he would naturally not refuse.

But Kitakawaji has really not been in the mood recently and has no time to deal with other people's trivial matters.

But you can indeed send an email to the other party and give some advice.

Kitakawaji wrote an email casually, and the general idea was that he was busy with another thing recently and couldn't get away for the time being. He could write down the things he had encountered with his friends in detail in the form of an email, and he might give some suggestions.

After writing this email, Kitakawaji clicked to send it and turned off the computer.

"Sleep, school will start tomorrow."

Muttering, Beichuan Temple took out the winter uniform of Jingbei High School and hung it behind the door frame, and turned onto the bed by himself

It was 7:30 in the morning. After a simple breakfast, Beichuan Temple set out on the way to Beijing North High School.

While walking on the road, Kitakawaji sensitively noticed that someone was following him.

I think it should be the staff arranged by Ryoko Kawano.

Kitakawaji shook his head, carried the student's bag, and ignored the other party, and walked forward.

It is rare to see the sun today, but due to the melting snow, it means it is a bit warm and cold.

Beichuan Temple was breathing white air and walked forward step by step.

It's still early now. In addition to some members of the club, they must arrive in advance, most students are still addicted to the warm ovens and air conditioners during the winter vacation, fighting the monster that gets up.

There is a reason why Kitakawaji arrived in advance.

He had no memory of students of his level in his mind.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Kitakawaji decided to go to the classroom early to see where he was.

"It's a pity that I didn't come to school after spring break, otherwise it would be much better than the current situation if I just changed to a new class."

Kitakawaji opened his notebook and glanced at the information on it.

"Class 1, Grade 1, Grade 1, I won't be able to get a spring break and get a second high school senior soon."

According to the school's guidance map, Kitakawaji touched the class openly.

"This is really clear at a glance."

Looking at the desk in front of him that was as dark as if someone had burned the surface with fire, Kitagawaji's face did not change much. As soon as he put down his bag, his shoulder was blocked.

"Yo, Kitakawa, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, how about we go out to talk?"
Chapter completed!