Chapter 129: Lord Eight, What's That?

Human beings are always forgetful creatures.

Whether it's pain or joy, it's true.

The incident that happened three nights ago has been completely forgotten, but for the vast majority of Tokyo citizens, the impact of this incident has been reduced by much.

Even on the Internet, there is a discussion about that video, which has disappeared a lot.

Netizen!

That's the kind of creature that's it.

For some hot topics and discussions, it is natural to have great enthusiasm at the beginning.

But once the heat goes down, or there is no follow-up content, it will burst out.

Then, this matter will stop there.

Take a popular event in the country of planting flowers to illustrate.

Qiao Mouluo originally blew up her true face and appearance in the live broadcast room, forming a great contrast, which made the first brother burst into tears on the spot.

This is a cause for a lot of heat, but if that's all it takes, it won't take long for it to dissipate.

Who knows, after exposing the identity of a fifty-eight-year-old aunt, this Qiao Mouluo is still broadcasting live in the live broadcast room, and there are also "local tyrants" to give large rewards.

This made the whole incident soar all at once.

"Anyone wants to drive this kind of tank?"

Many people must have such thoughts, and it is normal for them to take a look at it under curiosity.

Of course, the vast majority of the content is wild.

But there are trolls, which means that there is heat!

The more trolls, the hotter it is!

It's the same on any book, if you don't even have a troll, it can be said to be cool!

Originally, when things came to this, Qiao Mouluo's operation can be said to be quite successful, and it is not too much to describe it as known to the whole network.

It's just that her later operation is quite weird, and she actually blew up that everything was her operation, and even the large rewards were made by herself.

Waves of reversals have made the heat continue to rise.

If it was just that face, it probably wouldn't have had such an impact at all.

But even so, it only takes one month for fewer people to discuss it, and as long as three months, netizens may be able to completely forget about it.

In the end, all the audience remembered was a mysterious code like "FFFFFFFFF".

The same is true of this incident, not to mention the effect of controlling public opinion.

It's just that having said that, the discussion of this video has, to a certain extent, also reduced people's attention to the "eight-foot female murder incident" itself.

In addition to those who personally experienced or loved ones who died in this incident, it is estimated that many people will slowly forget this incident.

But there are other reasons for the disappearance of the urban weirdness of "eight-foot girl".

Momo Ohara sat at home watching TV.

On the screen, the morning news is playing.

In the past, Kohara Momo, but he would never watch this kind of thing - where would there be cartoons in the news?

But after coming back that night, the little guy began to pay special attention to things like the news, whether it was the evening news or the morning news, he had to read it seriously.

But now looking at it, her little mouth pursed in dissatisfaction.

"Mom, why didn't you say a word about 'Eight-Foot Adult' on TV!"

Momo Ohara asked her parents at the table.

Aiko Ohara was stunned for a moment, then slowly frowned, and after hesitating for a while, she asked her daughter a little cautiously.

"Little Peach, what you said about 'Eight-Foot Adult'..... What's that? ā€

ā€œ...... Well? ā€

Momo Ohara's eyes widened and she looked at her mother in surprise.

"Eight-foot-sama, eight-foot-sama! Mom, have you forgotten! ā€

"Before, you told me not to go out at night, weren't you worried that Lord Eight Feet would arrest me?"

ā€œ..... Yes? ā€

The expression on Aiko Ohara's face became more and more confused.

After thinking seriously for a while, he muttered.

"Is there such a thing..... Is my memory getting worse? I'm old, and I'm useless....."

"But I distinctly remember that it was because I was afraid that you would be kidnapped by the kidnappers."

Aiko Ohara looked at her husband and asked suspiciously.

"Husband, do you know any eight-foot adults? What's that? ā€

Momo Ohara also hurriedly set her eyes on her father, wanting to get an affirmative answer from him right away.

"Eight-foot-sama ......"

Ohara Momo's father, his eyebrows are also wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape.

I thought very hard.

He always felt that he knew what she was, but for a moment, he couldn't remember anything.

"It's like..... A tall woman, right? ā€

"I can't remember what it is....."

He turned his head to look at Momo Ohara and asked strangely.

"Little Peach, why did you say that there should be an eight-foot adult on TV?"

Now Xiao Yuan Tao has been completely stunned.

She looked at her father in shock, and then at her mother.

The surprise in my heart is hard to describe in words.

Mom and Dad, what's wrong?

It's only been two nights, and you've forgotten about the "eight-foot adult"?

How..... Will it be?

"It was Lord Eight who rescued me and sent me to the police!"

Momo Ohara said categorically.

"Little Peach, you remember wrong! It's clear that Shirakawa-kun saved you, what kind of eight-foot adult do you say? ā€

Aiko Ohara looked at Momo Ohara with a slightly reproachful look.

Kind of blame her for being ignorant.

How can even the life-saver remember it wrong!

"I—I'm not mistaken!"

Momo Ohara blushed.

My heart is full of grievances, and a little bit of anger.

"It was the Eight Feet Lady who saved me! Hum! ā€

Even if the little guy doesn't understand what happened to his parents.

She just thinks it's weird!

Special, special, special, strange!

It was so strange that she didn't know how to describe it or explain it.

However, even if no one remembers the relationship between the eight-foot adult, she will never forget it!

And, Lord Eight Feet, must be a good person!

And at Harushi Shirakawa's home.

After checking his current condition again, Shirakawa Harushi looked at the two beings floating in the room.

First, it is naturally a shameful hanging girl.

Because of Bai Chuanqing's restrained breath, the current upside-down girl is not so afraid of Bai Chuanqing.

It's also a little bolder.

Now, she was staring curiously at an extremely small existence beside her.

That's very small indeed.

It's about the size of a bottle cap.

If you look closely, you probably won't be able to tell what she looks like anyway.

Upon closer inspection, I could barely make out that she was in human form.

And.....

She is a very good-looking woman.

"Good morning, Hachi."

Harukawa Shirakawa said.