It is not a very large ball of paper flowers, and it can be held with one hand.

And looking at all aspects of the appearance, it is completely a product placed in a folk craft shop.

Thin strips of wood are folded into circles and paper flowers are pasted on the outside, typical of the children's toys of the shogunate era, how can children still play with such things today.

Give up the game console that gathers the wisdom of hundreds or thousands of men and don't play, to play this thing, it's a problem with the head!

Complaining about what kind of person would play with paper flower balls, the black Tibetan had just picked up the ball when he heard a sound from the other side.

"Can you give me the ball?"

It was the voice of a little girl.

If it were the voice of the royal sister, the Tibetan might still be excited, and when he looked up, a little girl as delicate as an enlarged porcelain doll stood in front of him.

The word is wrong, it is a cold standing.

And it's not a porcelain doll, it's a 'baby shape' placed on Daughter's Day, imitating the appearance of a real person, and placing it in the room can make people feel that a supernatural event will happen at any time.

Ji hair-style princess cut, dense and luxurious kimono, thirteen or fourteen-year-old immature appearance, and a pair of eyes like dead people without fluctuation.

Looking left and right, this little girl has a strange aura all over her body.

"This ball?" There are more corpses that the black Tibetans have seen, and it is not once or twice that they make eye contact with the dead, what kind of wind and waves have not been experienced, "It's yours." ”

Not only does the little girl seem to have a problem with her head, but she also seems to have a problem with her own eyesight.

Otherwise, why is there no shadow under the little girl?

Could it be that he has been working under the shadowless lamp for a long time, which has led to distortion of vision.

"Yes."

The little girl nodded, her neck was just a mechanical movement, and it looked like the head was spliced on her neck, but the splicing technique was good, and he didn't find any traces of stitching.

If there is such a skill, why worry about stitching the deceased is too ugly and leads to quarrels with family members.

The black Tibetan didn't rush to hand the ball to the other party: "You still wear so much in the middle of summer, aren't you hot little girl?" ”

“……”

This sentence is a bit cold, and the little girl in the kimono doesn't like it or laugh, it's very serious.

Seeing that the other party was not smiling at all, the black Tibetan himself laughed.

He held up the paper flower ball: "I want it." ”

"Oh, pick it up!"

Throwing the ball more than 20 meters away in one go, the black Tibetan laughed even more presumptuous because of nervousness: "Children should exercise more, which is conducive to growth." ”

As soon as he threw the ball out, the black Tibetan wanted to slap himself in the face, why couldn't he control his stinky problem when he was nervous.

The assistant had obviously reminded himself countless times before, but it was a pity that the assistant did not follow him to Yokosuka, otherwise he would have stopped his restless hand.

"Smack."

The paper flower ball bounced and rolled on the ground, hitting the telephone pole on the side of the road, the street was quiet and scary, and there were still a few pedestrians before, but now there is no 'living person' in sight.

But the girl had no intention of moving, her brown eyes were staring at the black Tibetan, and her eyes were still showing signs of redness.

"It's a human being who doesn't know whether to live or die." The girl raised her hand, and pointed her five fingers at the black Tibetan, "When you die, you will repent in hell." ”

It's very abnormal, the black Tibetans feel that they can't turn their heads, this is the periphery of the base, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the core area of the guard, it is said that the streets are heavily guarded, but such a strange little girl is standing in the center of the street, why haven't there been soldiers rushing out?

And he has surveillance equipment on him, and the observers at the base should have noticed that the situation is not good.

Hit the ghost in broad daylight? It's not the Midyear Festival now, and the situation of this broken island is so bad now?

The red eyes grew larger and larger in the black Tibetan's field of vision, and at last they occupied almost all of his vision.

The boundless world is plunged into a complete blood-red color, and the waves are eclipse.

It's over, I'm really going to die because of my bad hands and bad mouth - it is said that there was a physician ancestor in the family who also died because of his bad mouth when treating the lord of the domain!

Therefore, the Tibetans, who were worried about the tension between doctors and patients, chose to become unpopular forensic doctors!

"Wow."

The black Tibetan shook violently and staggered backwards a few steps.

But the head was like iron sand disturbed by a magnet, and after a moment of distortion, the black Tibetan's vision returned to normal.

The world in front of me suddenly opened up, and all the red receded, and it was still just an ordinary Yokosuka street scene, where there were any strange little girls and red paper flower balls.

The weirdness is gone.

Even Usain Bolt couldn't have run that fast here.

Pedestrians reappeared on the side of the road, and there were people wearing Yokosuka shirts in the summer.

The black Tibetan touched his head during the "phantom ......", and unconsciously sweat soaked his brain.

Based on his understanding of himself, although his nervous system is somewhat disordered and he occasionally talks nonsense, he will never hallucinate for no reason.

That was what happened just now, but it wasn't discovered by the base because of the mysterious power!

Ran into an extraordinary event again, and from Miyagi Prefecture he seemed to be connected with a transcendent event.

Do you want to tell the base about the paranormal incident that just happened?

In the past, the Tibetans would have made this kind of good national choice.

But now the black Tibetan shook his head violently without thinking, isn't this a joke, really when he doesn't know what happened to the autopsy?

The more he learns about the dark truth, the less he believes superficial propaganda.

I'm afraid that I am the one who is placed on the dissecting table!

And now I am safe and sound, and I am in good condition.

After drinking all the oolong tea in one go, the black Tibetan walked steadily, and everything was checked as usual to enter the research base - a top-secret inspection of stripped off his whole body clothes, and it was absolutely impossible to enter with his belongings.

There was no dissection task today, sitting in the spacious personal room provided by the base, and the black Tibetan looked at the computer screen and began to be in a daze.

He had the intention to use a search engine to find the identity of the mysterious girl according to the conditions, and searched according to hair color and clothing, and he should be able to find the answer.

But all communications in the base are under surveillance.,It's not going to be noticed if there's nothing to watch porn.,The base also advocates that the researchers solve it themselves.,But if you search for something related to the extraordinary.,The attention will definitely be the highest.。

It's not okay to use a mobile phone, and it's not okay to record your physical condition with a pen and paper, and the book may be flipped through.

The black Tibetan touched his chin, and the situation reached an impasse for a while.

That weird little girl in ancient times would never be untargeted, and when she died, she would go to hell or something......

Participated in the evil experiment, and was supposed to go to hell!

Take out the free cup noodles from the drawer, and boil them in hot water in a melancholy manner.

The aroma rises from the mouth of the cup, and the taste is very attractive.

"Huh?"

Looking at the cup noodles in his hand, the black Tibetan fell into deep thought.

Why does this cup of noodles smell different from before?