Tokyo, Setagaya-ku.

A group of people with political ideals and ambitions gathered together, these old men still have wounds on their bodies, and last night's fierce wind like a knife cut indiscriminately attacked the people around them, if Xiao Q was a little murderous, let alone the old men, a small block would be turned into hell on earth by the wind.

After going to the hospital to bandage them, the old men were alive again, describing the events of the previous night with the others. The bizarre light, coupled with the fact that they are all drunken memories, sounds like the imagination of a drunk.

But looking at the unanimous descriptions of this group of people, as well as the wounds cut out of their bodies, where did the others still have the reason not to believe.

And when they looked at the handsome monk again, all that was left in everyone's eyes was only to worship like a god and Buddha.

No matter which old man's story is told, the monk is a key player in it.

"Once the master has a Buddha in his body, evil demons cannot invade."

The content of the tea party was supposed to discuss the organization of activities, but the central topic has changed, and it seems that not all of these old people are political ambitions, and many of them are just afraid of the loneliness of old age, so they get together with their peers.

And a good political group seems to be going on a different path, and the monk can't afford these adoring eyes.

If you really memorize the setting of the Buddha's reincarnation, isn't that an insult to the gods and Buddhas? This is a great disrespect to the gods and Buddhas.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the monk didn't know whether he should defend himself now or not.

In the spirit of fear of getting darker and darker, the monk was cautious and did not dare to say much, but in the eyes of others, it was an unfathomable performance.

The tea party turned into a rainbow fart meeting to praise the monks.

"Huh."

When I returned to the rental house and opened the medicine box, I remembered that the rainbow fart monks of the old people had a headache.

The eight-stack rental house of this old-fashioned apartment is rented for free to a monk by an old man from Hokuriku, who is kind and devout in God and Buddha, and of course, the most important thing is to live a rich life, which is not bad for the rental cost of this house.

"Sss

Tearing off the bandage to reveal the wound, the monk grinned in pain.

Splitting a fingernail can be much more painful than a cut on the skin, and even a light application of medicine to the wound can cause a stabbing in the brain.

"When did the night in Tokyo become so terrifying, could it be that this monster is attacking the homeless?" The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and recalled the scene of last night with pain, "If they were preyed upon by this monster, what fear and pain they would have experienced in their lives." ”

What worries the monk the most is the movement of the government, he knows that there should be an intelligence department monitoring him, but in the face of the monsters that appear on the streets, the government still has no reaction, or does the government already know the truth about the disappearance of the homeless? There is no more life than this.

The small room is very humid, and even if it is no longer stuffy since autumn, it is still uncomfortable to the bones after staying for a long time.

There are spider webs in one corner of the wall, and there are flying insects fluttering fans not far away, spiders quietly weaving traps, methodically waiting for the prey to automatically send to the door.

However, the spider soon became uneasy, and it sensed that there were many uninvited guests in its trap.

"Squeak."

Little black worms.

There were a number of black insects that suddenly appeared on the wall, crawling up the cobwebs.

The small black worm that can easily be stuck by the cobwebs does not pose any threat, but the number of small black worms is so large that the spider suspects itself, one black worm is sticky, and then another one is followed, and countless black worms keep moving forward on the corpses of their kind, completing the set goal without emotion.

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

Biological instincts warn spiders that these black bugs are not to be messed with.

Straight from the buttocks to launch spider silk hanging himself, from the heart of the spider to the ground smartly.

However, there are still a lot of black insects on the ground!

"Huh?"

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

So many bugs...... You should pay more attention in life, so as not to accidentally trample on these little lives.

"Horizontal?"

Left wood right yellow.

But the black insects on the ground suddenly underwent a wonderful change, and they were joined from end to end to form a Chinese script with intricate and beautiful strokes.

Yokosuka.

The words put together by the black insects jumped into the monk's eyes, and he couldn't think about the wonder of this group of insects anymore, and the words Yokosuka quickly collapsed and disintegrated, and the kana kanji composed by countless insects formed a complete sentence.

It's like a bug book.

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

"Tramp ......"

“…… Experimental"

"The Truth ......"

The worm book pieced together the complete information, and all of it was collected by the monk.

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

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

The monk put his hands on the ground, bent down and put his face close to the ground and asked, "Who are you?" ”

But the black worm ignored the monk's words, and walked towards the same place under the command of the 'center'.

The direction of the black worm was the stove that the monk had just opened, and the pot was still boiling the simple meal he was going to eat tonight.

"Squeak."

The insects rushed to the fire one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the fire was extinguished, and the insects were insignificant, but the juice burst out by the clumps of insects almost extinguished the fire.

"What the hell is going on?"

Even if it was a tiny insect, this scene of dying together aroused goosebumps all over the monk's body.

But the monk's mind was now in a mess, and he didn't think for a moment to stop this tragic act.

It doesn't matter who is behind the scenes, and it doesn't matter how you know your identity, what matters is whether the news is true or not?

After taking such a lot of trouble to remind himself, and saying it clearly, the monk didn't think that any transcendent being would be so idle and boring to play pranks, and it didn't matter whether he was prompting himself out of good intentions or hiding some conspiracy.

The important thing is how much filth is hidden in this world if the information is true.

"Are you in Kanagawa......"

The pot on the stove was already boiling, and the prepared meals inside were overflowing.

"Squeak!!"

The liquefied water vapor and oil poured down the lid and flowed down the outer wall, completely extinguishing the fire, but the collective suicide of the black insects was complete, and there was not even fly ash burned, and it was not even enough to extinguish the fire at this time.

"Ding Dong!!"

Amid the shrill chirping of steam, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ding-dong !!"

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

"Hello ......"

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

"Hello." Kiyomi Frost Island gets straight to the point, "We are the clerks of the Occult Department. ”

The staff of the Occult Hall put their hands in front of them, with smiles on their faces, and were amiable like salespeople in a good mall, not violent agencies representing the will of the state.

On the side, there is also a star employee Yuki Shirata who frequently appears on TV: "Hello master! I'm Yuki Shirata, the one who often appears on TV shows! ”

After speaking, Shirata Yuki showed his snow-white teeth, and the smile on his face was almost sweet and greasy.

………………

"I'm!" Yuki Shirata sat sullenly in the back seat of the car, and her face kept a mechanical smile on her face in the room, "Why is this big monk so bad-tempered." ”

Of course, the character of a monk did not have the anger of the liver, but his cold face did not melt from beginning to end, and he did not enter the face of the government's 'Zhao'an', and he was stubborn like some kind of livestock that did not exist in ancient times.

The hot face was attached to the cold buttocks, and the dog was fed with enthusiasm.

It's as if they are salesmen standing on the side of the road and forcibly buying and selling, selling non-stick pans and cutting boards.

And any normal citizen who hears the visit of the Supernatural Department must not be trembling and unable to help himself.

"It's not the same as your personality on TV." It doesn't matter if Kiyomi Frost Island is, a heart has long been trained by complicated work.

If you can recruit the transcendent with just a few words, then the position of the Supernatural Agency can simply be recruited from the Osaka aunt.

"Section leader, there are scripts on TV, how can I be the kind of silly and sweet character." Yuki Shirata is still used to calling Kiyomi Shijima the section chief.

Those variety shows are really stupid enough, let yourself meet passers-by, and what kind of reaction will you have if you suddenly encounter the extraordinary, but such scripts are still very popular, and they are making great strides towards the route of super popular public figures.

Shirata Yuki has a very clear understanding of himself, he is worthy of the power of the country, and it is not too simple to make a person popular.

"Report it, our first contact failed, and it seems that he has no intention of cooperating with us at the moment...... Is it a natural hatred of the government since the beginning, or has something happened recently? ”

From the analysis of the data, he is still just a fool, and the attack on the imperial palace or something is just a natural move, not really an opponent who is single-mindedly hateful to the government, but today's reaction is really strange.

No matter how you say it, the disgust shown by your group is too much.

I didn't even take out the basic tea to entertain my group.

In the face of the monk's gloomy face, Shizushima Kiyomi's heart was honestly a little panicked, the monk was very likely to be extraordinary, and if he angered the other party, he would die instantly.

Fortunately, although the other party's mood was wrong, he didn't do anything crazy, after all, he was more or less a Buddhist, and his personality was not too perverse and violent.

"Section Chief, your phone number."

Kiyomi Frost Island thought about things, but she didn't notice that the phone in her pocket rang, and she picked up the phone under Shirata's reminder, frowning enough to kill a little mouse.

"My grandson Liang?"