Koda Manami's pain did not last long.
After a while, the man with a big hole in his forehead and his body smelling like fried chicken swayed and disappeared.
Koda Mahawa let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, God did not kill them all and left him a way to survive.
But where did that person go?
Was he rescued?
Anyone who can save people from grotesques must also be grotesques. Can a grotesque come to my rescue?
Koda looked directly above at the lighting hanging on the top of the toll station passage - the light was right in front of him, but he just couldn't reach it...
The lady at the toll booth poked her head out of the window again.
The light of the lighting lamp shone on her face, which was particularly clear.
"It's already an hour overtime,"
Muraoka Hanao walked to the streetlight where Kawamoto Renpachi was marked and looked around, "It seems that Kawamoto Renpachi really can't come back."
In another world invisible to Kao Muraoka, Jinpachi Kawamoto, who had a blooming brain, roared with all his strength:
"I'm here! Open your dog eyes and look at me!"
Kao Muraoka was completely indifferent.
"please!"
Kawamoto Renpachi knelt down with tears streaming down his face.
"Please help me, I really don't want to go back to that toll station and become a zombie like those two people... Also, it hurt so much when the big truck ran over me!"
Before he finished speaking, the transparent sticker on his back flashed, and there was a sharp tearing pain.
When he opened his eyes again, the zombie man with shock, disappointment and panic written all over his face was lying next to Kawamoto Renpachi.
Lu♂?
Kawamoto Renpachi wanted to know the other party's name, why he was brought to this place by taxi, and whether it was because he had tampered with his friend's brakes.
But it seems that two people, or two zombies, are completely unable to communicate with each other through language.
And it was obvious that the other party looked very reluctant to see him.
"I don't want to come back either,"
Kawamoto Renpachi said with a sad face, "But there is nothing we can do."
Why does he keep going back and forth between toll booths and street lights? This is completely different from what that saury said before!
The dazzling high-beam headlights flashed over.
Kawamoto Renpachi looked into the distance, and a heavy truck slowly drove into the passage.
Under the streetlights, a car sped past with its high beam flashing.
"Let's go."
Saury took a taxi on the side of the road while holding an old anime book called "Big Sword".
"I told you when I came here," Hanao Muraoka hurriedly followed, "Wouldn't it be better to bring your special car here? Now you have to take a taxi in the middle of the night. What if you encounter that weird taxi? .”
"Flower."
"kindness?"
"Have you noticed that the few trigger triggers that the driver recently selected seem to... deserve their punishment."
"Uh..." Kao Muraoka was stunned by Saury's question, "This shouldn't be an issue we need to consider."
"Then what should we consider."
"Restrict? Contain? Or even eliminate... Anyway, regardless of whether the weird things are good or bad, no one can guarantee that one day, they will collectively go crazy."
"From now on, use your limited energy where it is needed more,"
Saury stopped and looked at the dimly shining street lamp in the distance, "There are so many chaotic and disorderly grotesques in this world, and there is no point in wasting time on such grotesques that prefer law and order.
Even if one day, he will evolve to the point where he can't control it, wait until that day. "
"Then our next step..." Kao Muraoka said.
"Observe for a while longer,"
Saury lowered his head and stared at the comic, turning to the page where Claire rescued Lucky, "If the driver chooses this kind of scum every time, I can feel at ease."
A taxi stopped in front of him, and Saury opened the door.
"etc!"
Muraoka Kao tried to stop him, "Isn't it better... to see if there is anything strange about this driver first..."
Saury was flipping through the comics and already sat in.
Helpless, Kao Muraoka had no choice but to follow quickly and got into the passenger seat.
The seniors in the class said that saury-sama can be insulated from the weird rules just by reading comics. I hope the legend is true.
"Wait! Don't leave... I'm still here!"
Behind the taxi, Kawamoto Jinpachi ran with all his strength, but he could only watch the taxi's shadow becoming increasingly blurry in the dark night.
"Saury! Muraoka Kao! And that red shirt! You bastards!"
"Wait a minute, don't forget that you guys also ate the fried chicken made by my wife!"
"Just wait, we will meet again in the passage of the toll station tomorrow night!"
"When the time comes, I'll make fried chicken for you!"
As he spoke, Kawamoto Renpachi felt a sharp tearing pain in his back again. He returned to the passage of the toll station, and a car happened to run over...
Throughout the night, he flashed back and forth between the toll booth and the streetlight with increasing frequency, and the tearing pain became more and more severe.
Koda Manami, who watched him appear and disappear, disappear and reappear more and more frequently, also felt desperate.
At midnight, a woman in black with short hair and a little boy passed near this street lamp.
The middle of the boy's forehead suddenly cracked, revealing a scarlet eye.
"Sister, look,"
The boy pointed to the streetlight and said, "There is a person there."
The woman in black looked at Kawamoto Jinpachi, who kept flashing and disappearing, disappearing and flashing again, and said expressionlessly: "This is nothing, look over there."
She stretched out her hand and pointed twice, and the street lights in the entire street went out in an instant, and then turned on again.
The scarlet eyes on the boy's forehead blinked, and he saw——
The whole street, under every street lamp, stood a ghost, all looking over here...
"Red Shirt, real name Nishi Shiori, weird investigator of the Special Investigation Section of the Lidu City Police Headquarters, 27 years old, 166 cm tall and 50 kg in weight."
Nara apartment basement.
Kita Eijiro, who had just returned to the house, respectfully borrowed "Kita Eijiro's Collection of Weird Taxi Stories" from Gu Xing, and then immediately pushed Fujino, who was reading, aside from the desk, opened the book, and read the latest I started writing furiously on a page——
“The reason why Nishi Shiori was included in the proposal to be taken away by ungrateful people is:
He accepted the fried chicken restaurant owner Kawamoto Renpachi's signature fried chicken made from pure natural ingredients and did not contain gutter oil. However, when Kawamoto Renpachi was about to be taken away by the messenger of justice, he chose to chase his idol - from Dongdu. The judge asked for signatures.
Kawamoto Renpachi’s resentment soared to the sky..."
Kita Eijiro wrote a long paragraph, heartily, and in the middle of writing, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Xing... After a long while, he lowered his head, frowned, scribbled, crossed out all the proposals he had written, and started writing road--
"Meguro Sanken, a scumbag who killed his benefactor's husband and tried to possess the widow. He was so insane that he received a red card warning from the Minotaur. The specific circumstances are as follows..."
Another long section of eloquence.
【Received 7 years and 11 months】
Gu Xingxin’s life span comes from Kawamoto Renpachi.
This is probably the amount left by Eijiro Kita after deducting the lifespan required for him to reinforce the rules.
It doesn’t matter if it’s better than nothing or if you add up a little, you’ll be happy if you gain something.
Gu Xing was more curious about what would happen if Kawamoto Renpachi teleported back and forth between two places infinitely, and the intervals became shorter and shorter - whether it would split into two ghosts, one under the streetlight and one at the toll station.
"What about the red shirt side?"
Gu Xing asked: "Can I watch the live broadcast?"
【Let me try】
【……】
[Strange, that judge seems to be able to isolate himself from prying eyes]
"You can't even look at the red shirt's perspective?"
[Obviously...]
"Beauty!"
The curly-haired man on the modified car said to the red shirt running at high speed: "Do you want to get in the car?"
Hong Shi turned her head and glanced at the other person. It seemed that the man was also heading towards the judge. She was quite interested in this, so she immediately jumped up and got in through the open window of the passenger seat.
"It takes a while,"
When the man saw the red shirt sitting up, he immediately increased the accelerator, and the speed increased again. He was a little closer to the judge riding a motorcycle in front of him.
"You are from the Lidu Weird Investigation Section, right? Your code name is..."
Obviously, the other party knows that the name of the weird investigator cannot be known to outsiders.
"Red Shirt,"
The red shirt looked at the man and asked tentatively: "Are you chasing the person in front of you too?"
"You'd never guess who he is,"
The curly-haired man flicked the lighter, lit a cigarette with one hand, took a puff, and spit out the window, "Death, have you heard of it?"
Hong Shi pretended to be confused and shook his head.
"A lawless guy, his real name is said to be Mitsui Zheng,"
The curly-haired man put his cigarette hand on the car window, "You have to admit, he killed all lawless people, people who deserved to die ten thousand times with sin and blood on their hands.
But the hateful thing about this guy is that he never thinks of relying on the law or following the law when solving problems. He always does it himself, and his methods are extremely cruel and ruthless. He is a madman who completely walks outside the laws of our country. A villain, a complete bastard!
You are a weird investigator and a policeman in a sense, you should understand, right?
law!
No matter what we do, we must act within the rules of the law, otherwise criminals will be pervasive and everywhere, and this country and this world will be finished! "
"Um……"
The red shirt looked at the curly-haired man, "What about you? Who are you?"
"Tōto Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Division Investigation Section 1, Nobuo Ma,"
The curly-haired man said: "You can also call me a tracker. I am the life-long enemy of the lawless man in front of you. My mission in life is to put this self-righteous guy in jail and bring him to justice.
No matter where he escapes, even if it's another planet, even if he goes to hell, I will chase him, fish him out, and put him in Abashiri Prison! "
As they spoke, the two people were getting closer and closer to the judge in front.
"Watch it,"
Nobuo Isoma pressed a modification button on the steering wheel, and the rear of the car seemed to be equipped with an injector, and it swooped forward.
"I'm not bragging, in the entire Dongdu City, I'm the only one who's closest to catching this guy!
Several times I was about to succeed, but unfortunately I missed it by a hair.
I even actually caught him that time in Hotan District. But those guards at the Metropolitan Police Department are simply a bunch of losers! Or he escaped...
I will never make that mistake this time. "
After rushing forward suddenly, the modified car was only more than 20 meters away from the judge. Nobuo Souma raised his pistol and aimed at the judge's shoulder.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
It seemed that the front wheel of the modified car exploded, and the entire body flew up, rolled in mid-air, and fell down heavily.
Nobuo Soma's bullet completely missed and hit an innocent street lamp on the side of the road.
Fortunately, the safety facilities in the car were quite good. The two people deflated the tightly wrapped airbags and climbed out of the car window.
"Despicable beast!"
Nobuo Souma patted the dust on his sleeves and watched the judge ride away.
"Do you know that the modified motorcycle this guy is riding was brought to Lidu by me this time? He is not only a murderer, but also a despicable thief!"
What's even more "bastard" is that the judge most likely put a remote control bomb on Nobuo Soma's modified car while stealing the motorcycle... so that Nobuo Soma thought he was really just a hair away from victory...
The corners of Hong Shi's mouth curled up. She was indeed the idol she had never changed since she entered the industry.
"Why are you laughing?" Nobuo Soma frowned.
"It's nothing," Hong Shi suppressed a smile, "What are you going to do next?"
"Does he think he won?"
Nobuo Souma sneered: "It's far from over."
As he spoke, he took out a metal tube with a rather complex structure from his arms and pressed the button at the bottom.
The metal pipe crackled and changed, turning into a propeller with a handle.
The propeller rotated at high speed. Nobuo Nobuo grabbed the handle and flew into the air. He looked at the red shirt and said, "Just wait and see, I will catch him!"
He turned around and chased after the judge, flying more than ten meters...
"boom!"
He received a heavy blow on the back of his head and passed out on the spot.
After knocking Nobuo Soma unconscious, Hong Shi hugged him and placed him on a nearby recliner.
Of course, Red Shirt doesn’t believe that Nobuo Ma can really catch the Judge.
But it was clear tonight that the pursuer, a stickler for legal worth, would stand in the way of the redshirt getting an autograph.
The red shirt turned into a red shadow again and chased after him, his speed reaching the extreme.
From the beginning, she quickly distanced herself from the judge.
But when the judge sped up, he couldn't catch up. It turned out that when he was competing for speed with Souma Nobuo just now, the judge did not use his full strength at all.
"Hey, idol,"
Hong Shi shouted loudly: "Since you are here in Lidu, how about I treat you to a big meal? If you don't have time, you can also leave a signed photo."
The judge looked back at her, flicked his right hand back, shook his wrist slightly, and a high-speed rotating card flew towards the red shirt.
Red Shirt reached out and took the card, holding it in front of his eyes——
It was a picture of Death with a scythe, exactly the same as the one on the Judge's chest.
In the lower right corner of the photo, the name of Mitsui Certificate is signed.
The handwriting is pretty cool.
