Tokyo, Setagaya.

A group of people with political ideals and ambitions gathered together, and these old men were still injured. Last night, the strong wind like a knife was cut, and the fierce wind attacked the people around them without discrimination. If Xiao Q had a little bit of murderous intention, let alone the old men, a small block would be turned into hell on earth by the strong wind.

After going to the hospital to bandage, the old men became lively again, and described what happened last night in groups to others. The bizarre and all the memories after being drunk sounded like the imagination of a drunk.

But looking at the group of people's descriptions in unison and the wounds cut on their bodies, no one else could believe it.

When they looked at the handsome monk again, there was only a look of worship like a god or a Buddha.

No matter which old man is talking about, the monk is the key character.

"There must be a Buddha in the master's body, and evil deeds are invincible."

The content of the tea party was to discuss organizing activities, but the central topic had changed. Speaking of which, not all of these elderly people were for political ambitions. Many of them were just afraid of the loneliness of the elderly, so they got together with their peers.

And good political groups seem to develop on another path, and monks cannot afford these admirational looks.

If I really memorize the setting of Buddha’s reincarnation, wouldn’t it be an insult to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky? This is a great disrespect to the gods and Buddhas.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. The monk didn't know whether he should make an excuse or not.

With the fear of becoming darker and darker the more you draw, the monk was cautious and dared not say much, but it was a profound manifestation in the eyes of others.

The tea party turned into a rainbow fart meeting that praised the monk.

“Hey.”

When I returned to the rental house and opened the medicine box, I remembered the old people's rainbow fart monk and felt a headache.

The Badi rental house in this old apartment was rented to a monk for free by an old layman. The other party was an old man from the North Land. He was kind-hearted and devoted to gods and Buddhas. Of course, the most important thing was that he lived a wealthy life, and it was not less than the rental cost of this room.

"hiss."

The monk grinned open the bandage and exposed the wound.

The pain caused by splitting the nails is much heavier than cutting the wound on the skin. Even if you just apply medicine gently to the wound, it can cause tingling pain in the brain.

"When did the night in Tokyo become so terrifying? Is it this kind of monster attacking the homeless?" The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and recalled the scene last night with pain. "If they were preyed by this monster, how fear and pain they should have experienced during their lifetime."

What worried the monk the most was the movements of the government. He knew that there should be intelligence departments monitoring him, but in the face of monsters appearing on the street, the government still had no response, or perhaps the government had known the truth about the disappearance of the homeless man long ago? This is the case.

The small room is very wet. Even though it is no longer stuffy since autumn, it is inevitable that it will make people feel uncomfortable after staying there for a long time.

There are spiders weaving webs at a corner of the wall, and flying insects pounce on fans not far away. Spiders weave traps quietly, waiting in an orderly manner for prey to come to their doors. After countless years of competition, the earth has evolved into a variety of hunting methods.

However, the spider soon became less calm, and it felt that there were many uninvited guests on its trap.

"Squeak."

Little black worm.

Many black worms suddenly appeared on the wall crawled on the spider web.

The little black worm that can be easily stuck by the spider web does not pose any threat, but the number of small black worms is so large that the spider suspects itself. A black worm is stuck, and then followed one. Countless black worms are stepping forward on the same corpses, completing the established goals without any emotion.

Even among the cold insects and arthropods, the cruelty and ruthlessness of these black creatures has reached a new level.

Biological instinct warns spiders that these black bugs are not easy to mess with.

He directly launched spider silk from his butt and hung himself, and the spider from his heart swung to the ground with agility.

However, there are still many black worms on the ground!

"Um?"

The monk also noticed the many black insects on the ground, just like a piece of candy on the floor of the room, attracting the insects to come one after another.

There are so many bugs... you need to pay more attention in life to avoid accidentally stepping on these little lives.

"horizontal?"

Wood on the left and yellow on the right.

But the black worms on the ground suddenly had a wonderful change, and they were connected to each other and combined into a complex and beautiful Chinese style.

Yokosuka.

The words combined by the black insects jumped into the monk's eyes. He didn't care about the wonders of these insects anymore. The words Yokosuka quickly collapsed and collapsed, and the kana Chinese characters combined by countless insects formed a complete sentence.

It's like a bug book.

In ancient times, such miracles were enough to gather a peasant uprising.

"tramp……"

"……experiment"

"the truth……"

The insect book pieced together the complete information, and all of it was taken into the mind of the monk.

The monk clenched his fists, and the cracked nails completely fell off under the force.

The black worms on the ground expose the "truth" in front of the monk and then scatter, as if the worm book just now was just an illusion presented by the eyes.

The monk supported the ground with both hands, leaned down his body and leaned his face close to the ground and asked, "Who are you?"

But the black worm ignored the monk's words and took steps towards the same place under the command of the "center".

The direction of the black worm was moving forward was the stove that the monk had just opened, and the simple meals to eat tonight were also stewed in the pot.

"Squeak."

The insects rushed to the fire one after another, and died in the sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye. One insect was insignificant, but the juice bursting out of the insects almost extinguished the fire.

"What the hell is going on?"

Even if it was a tiny bug, this scene of dying together caused goose bumps all over the monk.

But the monk's mind was now in chaos, and he didn't think about stopping such tragic behavior.

It doesn’t matter who controls the black bug behind the scenes, and how to know his identity does not matter. What’s important is whether these news is true or false?

It took such a lot of effort to remind myself, and it was very clear that the monk did not think that any extraordinary existence would be so boring and prank. As for prompting me whether it was out of kindness or some conspiracy hidden, it was not important.

What is important is that if the information is true, how much dirty and dirty is hidden in this world.

"Are you in Kanagawa..."

The pot on the stove has been boiling, and the prepared food inside is about to fill up.

"squeak!!"

The liquefied water vapor and oil pushed the lid up and flowed down the outer wall, completely extinguishing the fire. However, the black insects' collective suicide was completed, and there was no burning even ashes. At this time, extinguishing the fire in the stove was not even considered repairing the sheep.

"Ding Dong!!"

Amid the sharp sound of steam, the doorbell of the door suddenly rang.

"Ding Dong!!!"

Under the attack of two sharp voices, the monk came back from the darkness and stood up from the ground.

"Hello……"

Pushing open the door, a group of government personnel stood in the aisle.

"Hello." Shuangdao Kiyomi went straight to the point, "We are the Supernatural Office staff."

The staff of the Supernatural Hall put their hands in front of them, smiled on their faces, and were kind and kind like salespeople in good shopping malls, rather than violent organs representing the will of the country.

There is also a star staff member Shirata Yuki who frequently appears on TV: "Hello Master! I am Shirata Yuki, the one that often appears on TV shows!"

After saying that, Yuki Baitian showed off her white teeth, and the smile on her face was so sweet that it was so sweet.

……………………

"I'm so angry!" Bai Tian Yuki sat in the back of the car and felt depressed. Her face was always a mechanized smile in the room. "Why is this great monk so bad temper?"

Of course, the monk's character did not have anger, but his cold and frosty face did not melt from beginning to end. He was unable to get in the face of the government's "recruitment". He was stubborn like some kind of livestock that had not been seen in ancient times in the island country.

He put his hot face on his cold butt and fed the dog with enthusiasm.

It seems that they are salesmen who are standing on the side of the road to buy and sell forcibly, and they are selling non-stick pans and cutting boards.

And no normal citizen must be trembling and unable to control himself when he hears visiting the Supernatural Hall.

"This is different from your personality on TV." Kiyomi Shiroshima doesn't care. Her heart has been extremely roughly trained by complicated work.

If you can recruit Supernatural Office in just a few words, then the position in Supernatural Office would be recruited from Osaka Aunt.

"Class Director, there are scripts on TV. I am not the kind of silly and sweet character." Yuki Shirata is still used to calling Kiyomi Shuangdao as the director.

Those variety shows are really stupid enough. Let me meet passers-by and simulate how I will react when I suddenly meet Chaofan. But such scripts are very popular and I have made great strides towards the route of super popular public figures.

Yuki Shirata has a clear understanding of himself. He is worthy of being the power of the country. It is not too easy to make a person famous.

"Report it. Our first contact failed. It seems that he has no intention of cooperating with us at all... Has he naturally hated the government since the past, or has something happened recently?"

From the data, the monk is just a fool, and his impact on the imperial palace is just a natural move. He is not really a despised opponent who is determined to hate the government, but his reaction today is really strange.

Anyway, the disgust that I showed towards my group was too much.

He didn't even take out the basic tea to entertain himself and his group.

When facing the monk's gloomy face, Shuangdao Kiyomi was a little panicked in her heart. The monk was most likely extraordinary. If he angered the other party and his other people, he would die in an instant.

Fortunately, although the other party was in a wrong mood, he did not do anything crazy. After all, he was a Buddhist and his personality was not too perverse and violent.

"Secretary, your phone number."

Shuangdao Qingmei was thinking about things, but she didn't notice that the phone in her pocket was ringing. At Bai Tian's reminder, she picked up the phone and frowned and could strangle a little mouse.
Chapter completed!