Outside the basement passage, the live broadcast of the small hole continues.
[Red Shirt used all his strength, raised his right hand, and slapped Fujino hard on the left face]
【"Snapped!"】
[The sound is very loud, enough to wake up the sensor lights in the entire corridor]
[If there are sensors on the second and third floors, you can also lighten them up]
[Such a vicious slap did not leave any mark on Fujino’s face. Of course, he won’t feel any pain]
[The feeling of pain is almost zero, this is a weird setting given by God]
[Fujino’s expression is still stiff, but you can clearly feel his anger after being humiliated. This is not a manifestation of Weird's consciousness, but his instinct. Being able to feel the humiliation of the enemy is just a weird instinct]
[Hong Shi shook her hand. After this slap, her hand really hurt. This is enough to show how resistant and tough Fujino's face is. You know, it’s not an exaggeration to say that Hong Shi’s slap destroyed a wall.]
I have to say that as a live broadcaster, there are too many scenes with small holes.
Not only do we need to record the scene, but we also need to analyze the inner drama of the characters, even the weird ones. Some details are too complicated to record, and some assumptions and metaphors are too exaggerated, which really affects the objective experience of the live broadcast.
Sometimes, the anchor's personal opinions are also mixed in, which can easily make Gu Xing get upset.
But Gu Xing decided to endure it. After all, the content about the weird settings was of great science value to him.
here we go again--
[The anchor believes that in Hong Shi’s subconscious, there must be the idea of revenge for the dead residents in the basement of the Nara apartment. Of course, Hong Shi, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, would never say such a thing...]
Uh... anchor? Where did I learn these words from? I don’t care...
Gu Xing watched the text live broadcast, his mouth wide enough to fit a light bulb.
He read over and over the paragraph where Hong Shi slapped him, "Tear Fujino apart with your hands... Is this woman too crazy to play? No..."
Gu Xing stood up, "That's too much."
[What, do you want to fight for Fujino? After all, it’s also a D-class grotesque, so you need to lose face]
"By the way, it seems that Hong Shi also said before, what does D-level weird mean?
Forget it, it’s not important, let’s talk about it later.
It’s such an exciting time,”
Gu Xing stuffed the note into his pocket and hurriedly ran to the basement passage, "Of course I want to watch the live broadcast..."
…
After Gu Xing rushed into the basement, he discovered that D-004's door had been locked, not even a crack in the door was exposed.
A group of colleagues from the Criminal Division were lying on the door, their ears pressed against the door panel, listening hard.
"What's going on?" Gu Xing was stunned for a moment.
"Maybe it's because I'm afraid of leaking secrets. After all, we have to try to contain weirdos." Tomoko was also locked out, with a look of annoyance on his face, "The red-shirted man locked the door."
The bad state of the police officers in the Criminal Division dealing with serious criminals began to go online, and they expressed condolences to the family members of red shirts on a daily basis——
"Damn it, bastard!"
"Aren't these investigator women always facing forward and not backward? We have worked so hard for so long, isn't it just for this moment?"
All kinds of swear words were heard one after another in the passage. Tomoko planned to politely stop them at first, but probably remembering that she had become a member of the group of people who were locked out, she simply pretended not to hear them.
Yes, you still have to watch the text live broadcast... Gu Xing turned around and walked back, took out the note from his pocket,
"Dongsang, keep broadcasting."
【snort】
"Well……"
Gu Xing was careless just now and didn't expect that Hong Shi would do this kind of thing.
The current situation is like a scumbag looking for a girlfriend——
I thought I was very popular. I had two beauties as spare tires. I could go wherever I wanted and be as hard as I wanted. However, I offended one of them first, and then I found out that the other one was visiting relatives. I wanted to eat "turn back" "Grass", it is impossible not to bleed.
"If you don't want to broadcast in vain, I will buy a one-year VIP. By the way, do you have such a service here?"
[Everything is possible, haha, as long as you can think of... half a year's lifespan. Watch it whenever you want. You can watch it however you want, standing, sitting, lying down, in any position, and there are no ads]
Huh... I suddenly discovered how the little hole looks a bit like a girl, and you can make it happy by spending money. Gu Xing suddenly thought.
"make a deal."
The live broadcast continues——
[In room D-004, the weird investigator code-named "Frogman" was stunned by a set of violent slaps from the violent female red shirt...]
This description is really terrible. Gu Xing secretly complained in his mind.
…
"It's too outrageous..."
The frogman standing opposite Fujino opened his mouth so big that he could stuff his fist into it.
"Idiot, don't you believe this?"
Hong Shi put down his right hand, raised his left hand, and moved his wrist, "It really hurts, but you can do it again."
"I said, don't be too arrogant,"
The frogman looked at Fujino with some scruples, "What if he releases the lock later..."
"Don't worry, I've pretty much mastered the rules of this thing,"
Sequoia moves its arms and legs, eager to try,
"His rule is to knock on doors and ask for loan sharks. It doesn't matter if your home is not in this basement. Besides, as long as you don't actively touch or attack, it's harmless.
Even if he is 'alive' again later, he still has to act according to the rules, right? dont you agree? "
As he said that, Hong Shi tilted his head and waved his left hand out.
"Wait a minute!"
The frogman had a serious face, grabbed the red shirt, and took two steps forward, "It's better to let the brave men rush in front of this kind of thing."
As he spoke, he raised his fist and punched Fujino on the chin like lightning.
"Bang!"
Fujino tilted his head and straightened it again. The expression on his face remained unchanged, but his aura felt more than twice as anxious as before.
"Wow, he really resisted beating... You could blow up a car with one punch, but you didn't even leave a mark on his face,"
Red Shirt leaned over to observe Fujino's face, and then asked the frogman: "Hey, how do you feel?"
"It's so cool... It's the first time in my life that I have a weird hand-to-hand fight. It feels so damn worth it."
The frogman shook his fist, "However, my hand does hurt, and I don't know what material this thing is made of. I'll give it another try..."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Hong Shi said quickly: "I didn't ask you to come here to sandbag, so hurry up and take care of him."
She looked at her watch, "This thing signed a one-hour loan contract. When the time is up, Satomi's grandma will come over. Twenty-five minutes have passed now, which means, I leave you -"
"Thirty-five minutes?"
The frogman moved his wrist and made a popping sound, "Do business, do business!"
For frogmen and sequoias, a brief moment of catharsis is entirely understandable.
After all, most of the time, grotesque investigators have to tremble under the irresistible force of various humanoid grotesque rules.
Almost every grotesque investigator has accumulated a huge amount of resentment and anger towards humanoid grotesques, comparable to a volcano before it erupts.
This kind of resentment rarely has an outlet, and the weird investigators can only find ways to vent it themselves. Therefore, it is of great significance to take in Fujino——
First, even without doing any scientific research on grotesqueness, just putting Fujino in the headquarters as a grotesque punching bag can solve many psychological problems that grotesque investigators find difficult to overcome.
In this way, the psychiatrists specially provided by the department can also relieve their anxiety that they cannot relieve the investigators' anxiety.
Second, and of course the most important, it seems that no official institution in any city in this country has ever taken in humanoid grotesques. If it succeeds this time, the frogmen think its significance may be groundbreaking.
Maybe, in the future, by studying Fujino, we can solve the age-old problem of how the human body can accommodate weirdness. The frogman's first step toward everlasting fame may have been in the basement of this inconspicuous slum.
"Famous for ever, famous for ever!"
The frogman muttered a few words, turned around, opened the door, walked out, and moved the huge black box in under the witness of a group of police officers.
"Sorry, everyone, give me a moment."
In front of all the curious faces, the frogman slammed the door shut and opened the huge black box, which contained various hidden drawers lined up vertically.
He opened a drawer and took out an old-fashioned gramophone, a large copper speaker, a vinyl record on the metal turntable, and a golden needle hanging above it. At the bottom is a wooden square box that shows its age, with a rocker on the side. The paint is peeling off badly.
At first glance, he looks ordinary, just an old guy...
"Hey, hey," Sequoia looked up and down, "What is this thing? Why have I never seen it before... Hmm... It doesn't look very good."
"[The Gramophone of Everlasting Sorrow],"
The frogman held the gramophone and placed it on the table in the middle of the room.
"Not so good? You will know later. This is the highest-level grotesque containment object in the Lidu headquarters. When its music sounds, even the grotesques will fall into sadness, and they will be captured obediently..."
