Night......

The age of this village seems to be stuck in the old days. Few people come out at night, and at most the old ladies sit at the door of the streets and alleys and gossip.

Xiao Zhi leaned against the door and turned on his simple mobile phone, which was still turned out of his luggage, as if he had suddenly broken into this world, and the phone was blank with no information or contact.

He pulled out the business card and dialed the cell phone number on it.

After a while, a calm voice came from the earpiece: "Moximoxi? ”

Xiao Zhi frowned, adjusted his breathing and said, "Father, I need help." ”

On the other end of the phone is Xiao Zhi's cheap chaebol father in this world, after hearing Xiao Zhi's request, the chaebol father was a little surprised, but still said: "Do you still have my father in your eyes, run out quietly and make trouble, say, what help do you need!" ”

Trouble?

Xiao Zhi was stunned for a moment, what role did he play in the eyes of his chaebol father?

"I need my father to send 10 good bodyguards, preferably retired from the Self-Defense Forces, and if I can, all of them need to be equipped with a pistol......," he said.

The chaebol father, who is far away in Tokyo, stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window glass of a high-rise building.

He looked at the bustling Tokyo night and was deeply silent for a while: "Need a gun? Is something going on?,If it's really not good, let's go back to Tokyo first.,There's been a lot of lawmakers targeting us lately.,There's a lot of things that don't make it easy to do......"

Xiao Zhi looked at the fog that enveloped the village in the distance, and he said, "I'm sorry father, because of special reasons, I can't leave here for the time being, please try to ...... as much as possible."

Probably feeling the change in Xiao Zhi's tone, the chaebol father hesitated for a while and said, "Give me the address, I can only arrange a maximum of five to help you, and they will call you when they arrive." ”

Hang up the short call.

The cold wind blew, and the fir trees around the village made a rattling sound, and suddenly there was the illusion of being in the ocean. Xiao Zhi suddenly remembered that there was another character in this drama, his eyes were slightly cold, and he smiled. Open the drawer in the room and put a few homemade wooden thorns into your pocket, and ride the small electric car that I bought on the way back from Megumi Shimizu's funeral today.

Follow the village road to the northeast......

There is a small temple in the fir forest in the northeast of the village, if you want to say who is the richest in this village, I am afraid that it is the temple host, because most of the land in the outer field basically belongs to the temple, that is, at least more than 50% of the people who grow crops in the villagers are rented from the temple.

When I parked the electric car in the carport and walked up the stone stairs of the temple, two monks wearing monk's robes but not shaving their heads came up and asked, "It's so late, the main hall is closed, if you want to pay homage to the Buddha, please come early tomorrow." ”

Xiao Zhi waved his hand: "No, I'm here to see Mr. Shizunobu Muroi, so can you tell me where he is?" ”

The monk suddenly realized, he smiled and said: "The popularity of the young host is really high, and the people who come to the temple are not only pilgrims who worship the Buddha, but also his novels and book fans......"

Novel?

Xiao Zhi said: "Yes, yes, I am a book lover, but I want to ask Mr. Shizunobu Muroi personally about some things I don't understand in the book." ”

The two monks did not doubt him, and told Xiao Zhi that the young master lived alone in the wing room in the direction of Jian Zheng. After Xiao Zhi thanked him, he walked over there, it was quite far, but he didn't expect this young host to have a bit of personality......

Shizunobu Muroi.

The young presiding officer of the temple works for the villagers on weekdays and holds funerals.

At the same time, he is also a lover of novels.

Wrote a novel called "Ghouls", about a pair of brothers in a village wrapped in death.

My brother was born with the ability that everything he touched would lose its normal function, such as withering when it touched a plant, and only dirt was drawn from a well. The younger brother, on the other hand, has the ability to restore things, which means that anything that has been touched by the elder brother and lost its function can be restored......

Compared to the elder brother who let the villagers avoid it, the younger brother is much more popular.

One day, the elder brother couldn't stand the status quo and killed his younger brother by mistake, his heart was stunned, painful, and then banished by the villagers to a deserted place, in that barren world, the elder brother saw the dead younger brother crawl out of the dirt, resurrected from the dead, not a simple zombie, he is very flexible, also has thinking, almost no different from ordinary people.

Shizunobu Muroi called it this kind of man-made who came back from the dead, ghouls, ghosts that corpses became......

Xiao Zhi has no fluctuations in his heart for this kind of plot and even wants to sleep. Because this kind of novel is put in reality, unless it is extremely ridiculous and has no choice but to pick it up and take a look, otherwise some readers will see the hell.

Soon I saw the side room that the monk said, and saw the sliding door open, and Shizunobu Muroi was sitting on a chair quietly holding a book and watching.

After the person walked in, he raised his head unhurriedly: "May I ask who you are?" ”

Xiao Zhi smiled: "I'm a fan of Mr. Muroi Shizunobu's novel "Ghoul", and it has a lot of connotation, so I especially want to know what kind of person wrote this novel......

Shizushin Muroi, if you can, you should kill it.

Such a person is an obstacle to the survival of the villagers, and it is also an obstacle to his task.

No, when watching the plot, Xiao Zhi felt that he had begun to dislike this monk inexplicably, obviously just an ordinary human being, but he had to look at everything from the perspective of the Creator, it was the words of God, it was understandable, it was a human word, and his actions had hurt other people......

He sat down in a random spot, his fingers brushing the wooden thorns in his pocket.

I couldn't do it tonight, and the other monks knew that they had come to Shizushin Muroi.

We need to wait a little longer, until there are enough deaths in the village......

The murderous intent slowly dissipated in my heart.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded: "Is Mr. Xiao Zhi also a fan of Mr. Muroi's books, it's good, Mr. Muroi is more popular than Shazi imagined......"

It's a child's sound, and it's very penetrating!

Xiao Zhi felt dizzy for a short time in his head, and the speed of his heart suddenly increased a lot!

He steadied his mind and slowly turned his head, only to see a girl about 13 years old standing at the door of the compartment, with delicate facial features, and long wavy hair that was purple to black spread out against the background of the night, completely ignoring gravity. The girl was wearing a light black dress, the hem of which was not supported and was open against gravity like her hair......

The Lord appeared so soon......

Kirisaki Sako, the vampire leader of the small castle.

Her skin was very pale, she couldn't see a trace of blood, she stepped on a pair of blood-red high-heeled boots, and smiled lightly, those dark eyes without the whites of her eyes seemed to devour everything like a black hole!

She lifted her skirt with both hands, raised her foot and lightly stepped on the wooden floor of the wing, and came in directly......

Xiao Zhi glanced at Shizunobu Muroi out of the corner of his eye, this thing has already invited Kirisaki Sand into the house.

It's really playing with fire.