Borrowing a bathroom for a bath?

Hearing this, Shinji Kamihara's face was stunned, and he looked at the other party in disbelief.

Not satisfied with borrowing things anymore?

Obviously, this weirdness in front of me has entered the second stage.

He began to invade the neighbor's home.

Shinji Kamihara didn't say anything, he knew that it was useless to refuse. Now he wants to try, what if he doesn't respond?

A minute later, he watched in silence as Mr. Matsuuchi stepped into his home and watched the other enter the bathroom.

Obviously, even if you don't respond. The other party will also come in directly.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, listening to the sound of the bathroom bath, Shinji Kamihara looked at the time with his mobile phone expressionlessly.

When Mr. Matsuuchi came out, his hair didn't get wet, and his clothes didn't change in the slightest.

It's as if the other party is just going in for a while.

"Kamihara-san, thank you very much." With a smile on his face, Mr. Matsuuchi bowed and thanked him.

"You're welcome."

Shinji Kamihara responded coldly, he held his phone and looked at the time.

From the time you get in to the time you get out, it's exactly ten minutes.

Every minute and every second is not bad.

"Then don't bother." Mr. Matsuuchi's politeness was not out of the question, and he bowed slightly, smiled with gratitude, and went out.

Shinji Kamihara sat on the sofa and observed with spiritual power.

A minute or two later, Mr. Matsuuchi went out and he rang the doorbell for 2003.

"Who?"

"Mrs. Tanaka is me."

"It's Mr. Matsuuchi, what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Tanaka, I'm sorry. The shower equipment at home is broken, can I borrow your bathroom to take a bath? ”

"Of course, come in."

"Thank you."

Listening to the voice, Shinji Kamihara was silent.

Later, when Mr. Matsuuchi went to the twenty-first floor, Shinji Kamihara followed.

As she expected, he saw that the other party had skipped Mr. Nakano's house again and did not ring the doorbell.

What's the matter with the gift box at Mr. Komatsunai's house? He had determined the number of gift boxes, which were related to human life.

Could it be that even the landlord is included? But that's more than one hundred and seventy-eight.

The next day, when Shinji Kamihara finished participating in club activities and went home to finish dinner, the doorbell rang again.

"Kamihara-san, the kitchenware in my kitchen is broken, can I have a meal at your house?"

"Nope."

Shinji Kamihara looked at the other party in silence, he knew that it was useless to refuse, but he really didn't want to eat with weirdness.

Sure enough, Mr. Matsuuchi came in anyway.

The other party took the bowl and chopsticks to serve the rice, and then ate it with relish.

As soon as the ten minutes were up, Mr. Matsuuchi stood up, and he bowed slightly to express his gratitude, "Kamihara-san, thank you for your hospitality." ”

After saying that, he didn't help wash the dishes, so he went out. Obviously, today is rubbing rice, or borrowing food.

Looking at Mr. Matsuuchi's back, Shinji Kamihara frowned slightly, what would happen if he didn't cook today?

Wrong...

The other party came to his house for dinner, not to eat with him.

The two meanings are not the same.

Just as he was thinking, he heard voices outside again.

"Mrs. Tanaka, the kitchen utensils in my house are broken, can I have a meal at your house?"

"Oops, my husband and I just finished eating, so it would be nice if you came early. But it's okay, I'll make you something to eat. ”

The sound of conversation sounded in his ears, and Shinji Kamihara understood.

Even if these neighbors have eaten, as soon as Mr. Matsuuchi comes to the door, he will cook another meal for each other.

Although there are some doubts that he still doesn't understand, he knows most of Mr. Matsuuchi's rules.

It's three lives, in exchange for information.

So what he should be thinking about now is how to kill and contain Mr. Matsunai.

On the afternoon of the third day, the doorbell rang again.

Shinji Kamihara opened the door and looked at Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him, he didn't smile at all, "What's the matter?" ”

"Kamihara-san, the bed at home is broken. Can I take a break at your house? ”

"Yes."

Nodding expressionlessly, Shinji Kamihara watched the other party walk to the guest room. Then he lay directly on the bed, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep directly.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Matsuuchi came out of the guest room.

He was still like that, bowing, saying words of thanks, but doing things like a bully.

Day 4.

Ding Dong –

Mr. Matsuuchi had just pressed the doorbell when the door opened.

In the next second, Shinji Kamihara stared at the other party, "What are you going to borrow this time?" ”

"I'm really sorry Kamihara-san, there is a little financial problem at home, can you lend me 50,000 yen?"

Borrow money?

A thought came to his mind, and Shinji Kamihara's face was solemn.

Looking at each other, for some reason, he seemed to be able to see the hidden malice behind that humble smile.

Shinji Kamihara nodded slowly, "Okay." ”

I borrowed 50,000 yen from Mr. Matsuuchi.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Matsuuchi returned the 50,000 yen to him on time.

With 50,000 yen in his hand, Shinji Kamihara felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He had a sense of foreboding.

Fear...

What Mr. Matsunai wants to borrow tomorrow will exceed his expectations, or he already knows what the other party is going to borrow.

On the fifth day, Shinji Kamihara returned from the Metropolitan Police Department, and he frowned.

In recent days, he has been visiting the Metropolitan Police Department every time.

The main purpose is to use the power of the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate whether there have been any incidents of neighbor killings in recent months or years.

The answer is yes, but most of them are simply neighbor killings.

Unlike Mr. Matsunai, the other party directly expanded the concept of neighbors to the entire apartment building.

Of course, he also knew that there was a good chance that the Metropolitan Police Department was not qualified to record weird incidents.

After all, the special class is the weird department, and if he wants to know, he has to contact the special department.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Shinji Kamihara knew. If I contacted the special section and inquired about the information, I would definitely not be able to hide Mr. Matsuuchi's weirdness.

He didn't talk to Hongyin before, so he was naturally selfish.

He wanted to contain the other party alone, but now it seems that the law is almost investigated, but how to kill the weird is the biggest and most core problem.

Humans can't kill weirdos, only weirdness can kill weirdos.

Looking at the setting orange sunset, which illuminated the earth red, Shinji Kamihara muttered, "If only I were weird." ”

It was the first time he had the idea in mind.

Overseers live in this world, and they all struggle.

Ordinary people are even more difficult, but fortunately they don't know that weirdness is such a desperate thing, which may also be a kind of happiness.

Soon, Shinji Kamihara returned home.

In a few minutes...

Ding dong! ——

Shinji Kamihara's eyelids jumped, but his face was quite calm.

When he came to the door, he looked at Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him, his body was subconsciously tense, "What's the matter?" ”

Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him has a humble smile that has not changed for thousands of years. Hearing the question, he spoke directly, "Kamihara-san, can you lend me your heart?" ”

Such horrific words, but to put it mildly, as if the borrowed thing was insignificant.

Even if he was mentally prepared, hearing this, Shinji Kamihara's face couldn't help but become gloomy.

At this time, he discovered a detail.

In the past, when Mr. Matsuuchi borrowed something, he would make excuses. Now I don't even have an excuse.

Shinji Kamihara was silent, he didn't want to speak at all.

But in an instant, his face changed slightly.

At this time, Mr. Matsuuchi, without responding himself, had already stretched out his hand.

He'd tried before that if he didn't respond, he would have a minute's free time.

As a result, this time, the other party did not wait for his answer at all.

Looking at Mr. Matsuuchi's outstretched hand, Shinji Kamihara's eyes stared at each other.

It's a pity that it didn't work at all.

Not even a moment's time to make Mr. Matsunai pause.

However, Shinji Kamihara was not disappointed, when Qianyu Zhenbai tossed the coin, the memory of twenty-two days can know the existence of Xiaoyan.

And Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him belongs to the existence of information depth beyond the ability of the "Day" of the Destiny Coin "Day".

As I thought about it, I felt a chill in my chest.

The next moment, Shinji Kamihara snorted, wanted to scream but couldn't, and a heart-rending pain came. It made his whole body and even his brain tremble uncontrollably.

The bloodied heart pulsated in Mr. Matsuuchi's hands.

Soon, Mr. Matsuuchi returned to his home.

A minute later, Shinji Kamihara stood up, but sat down in the hallway again, the pain subsided. But the pain in his memory made his cheeks twitch.

Hiss...

Shinji Kamihara inhaled, remembering that he had felt numb to death before, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The next moment, before he could recover from the pain, as if he felt something, he raised his head suddenly.

At this point...

Mr. Matsuuchi was standing outside the door, and even though the door was open, he rang the doorbell as usual.

Ding Dong –

Mr. Matsuuchi's gaze did not look at Shinji Kamihara, as if he was waiting for something.

"Mom."

Hearing a timid voice coming from behind, Shinji Kamihara turned his head and saw the big and small body of Konome staggering out.

Eyes of different sizes were looking at him in confusion.

Small eyes, also in the category of the rules of killing?

Shinji Kamihara's thoughts raced.

Also to the... Xiaoyan has not been in the notepad, and watches cartoons in the living room every day.

It seems that one of the hundred and seventy-eight boxes has a small eye.

"Come in."

Without thinking for too long, Shinji Kamihara touched the pendant around his neck and directly forced Xiaoyan into the notepad.

The moment the eye entered the notepad, Mr. Matsuuchi's body stiffened.

In the next second, he took a step and went straight back to his room.

Seeing this, Shinji Kamihara breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the notepad is still the most powerful.

It can't be delayed any longer...

Shinji Kamihara picked up his phone, and he dialed the number of the red tone.

As a result, no one answered for half a day. It seemed to him, he thought, that this guy was training to master the feelings of resentment.

After thinking about it, he pressed the number and contacted the pheasant.

Before it was connected, Shinji Kamihara's heart was shocked. He slowly looked up and saw Mr. Matsuuchi outside the door again.

Ding Dong –

The crisp doorbell rings like a hypnotic charm at the moment.

"Kamihara-san, can you lend me your heart?"

Mr. Matsuuchi lowered his head and looked at Shinji Kamihara, who was sitting in the entrance. That humble smile, looking at it at the moment, is extremely mocking.

Die... Circulate?