Ediguri Nishijima felt that there was something wrong with his brain, so he went to a nearby public phone booth in the middle of the night to call the legendary demon lord according to what was written in the book.

By the time she woke up, she had plugged in her phone card and placed the microphone in front of her.

The surroundings are quiet, and even the few pedestrians passing by are pitiful, not at all like Tokyo, which never sleeps, but has the flavor of her hometown in the suburbs of Osaka.

She suddenly felt a little homesick.

Thinking that there was a cat named Xiaoju at home, she entrusted the cat to her grandmother after going to Beijing to beg for a living, and planned to stand firm and pick it up again. This is probably the reason why Nishijima will be in the phone booth in the middle of the night.

The book says that a phone booth at a crossroads that is so quiet in the dead of night that it is uninhabited - preferably at midnight sharp, with the words "Demon Lord Demon Lord please respond" has a certain chance of summoning the legendary Demon Lord. He will answer your call and fulfill one of your wishes.

The premise is that you need to talk to him for five minutes.

In the course of five minutes, the Demon Lord will get closer and closer to you, and his voice will get closer and closer, and finally it will be like a whisper. The Demon Lord will depict your wishes as if they were right in front of you, beautiful women, RVs, and all kinds of fantasies.

At this time, the Demon Lord will say, "Turn around and accept my gift." ”

If you turn around, everything will come to naught, including your life. The Demon Lord will take the lives of the greedy and open his arms to those who really need them.

Therefore, the reputation of the Demon Lord is mixed.

Of course, Nishijima Edari didn't show up for the temptation of the Demon Lord's rumors to grant his wish on the surface.

She is a screenwriter, and Fuji TV's annual rookie screenwriting contest is in the works, and this year's theme is urban weirdness, and the winning scripts can be filmed directly into this year's summer cool special.

This is one of the few opportunities without a threshold for Eduri Nishijima, and it is also the final limit she has set for herself. If you haven't made a name for yourself, you won't be engaged in the screenwriting industry anymore, and you can just find a job to support yourself.

It's just that the dream is extinguished.

It doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was a big event for Nishijima to reshape her life, so after accidentally finding the urban weird book in the rental house, Nishijima instantly decided to experience the legend of the Demon Lord for himself.

She is an experiential writer, and the stories that flow from her pen are all accompanied by her life experience.

The strange tale of the Demon Lord is not widely spread among ordinary people, and Nishijima only learned about it because of that book, and the moment he learned about it, Nishijima knew that it was a good story.

But at the moment when it came time to actually call, Nishijima hesitated.

She looked up at the lady's watch on her wrist, and it was eleven fifty-eight, two minutes before the appointed time. Looking up through the glass of the phone booth, only the yellow street lamps stood silently.

Although the phone booth has a door, the cold winter wind rushes into the booth little by little through the cracks. Nishijima, who was wearing a down jacket, still felt the chill, unconsciously shrunk his shoulders and buried his face in the red scarf, shivered, and glanced out intently to find that he didn't know when the night sky began to snow.

First snow in Tokyo.

At 11:59, the second hand rotated little by little on the gears, and Nishijima's heartbeat kept pace with the clock.

Click, click, click.

Nishijima had goosebumps inexplicably, she regretted it, she was scared, and when she was about to put the phone back-

The phone rings with the hiss of an electric current passing through.

Nishijima suddenly stiffened, motionless, holding his breath.

"Hey, hey, hey." The phone started ringing, "Is there anyone, is there anyone?" Hey, hey? ”

The deep male voice was hoarse at first, as jerky as someone who hadn't spoken for a long time had just begun to speak, and at the same time it was weird. Like a babbling baby, there is a process of slowly becoming familiar with the language.

Nishijima felt the process, but she didn't dare to say anything, and the flow of blood in her body slowed down.

Silent.

The other party spoke again: "If someone squeaks, I'll hang up if there is no one." ”

Feeling that the other party really had the intention of hanging up the phone, Nishijima's brain twitched again and spoke: "Someone's." ”

But the other party stopped talking.

I don't know how long it took, Nishijima spent his days on the phone, not daring to hang up the phone, nor daring to speak, for fear that the demon lord on the other side of the phone would suddenly appear and stab her and be gone. Then the next day, there will be a big-character poster in the social news that reads: "The woman died tragically in the middle of the night in the phone booth".

Nishijima's side had a lot of brains, and the phone finally rang while she was imagining the content of the report for the reporter.

"Wait····· Could it be that I'm neon now? What I'm saying now, is it in Japanese? ”

Nishijima didn't know why the other party would ask such a question, but it didn't sound like he was coming to kill her, and Nishijima relieved himself a little and explained to him, "Yes, Lord Moju." ”

"Lord Demon?"

"You······ Isn't it? The rumored one. ”

"What? What am I? ”

"Lord Mo, you can realize people's dreams, urban ·····"

Because the normal conversation with the other party almost made Nishijima say the word urban legend, fortunately she held back and covered her mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry." I have no intention of offending you. ”

“········ Am I the Demon Lord? The other party asked in a strange tone, "Do I need to fulfill your wishes?" ”

The newly relaxed West Island turned into a stone again.

She couldn't say anything.

Because the other party's words seemed to appear in her ears, Nishijima's afterglow caught a glimpse of something floating outside the phone booth, and an inexplicable pressure appeared behind her.

The Demon Lord, the Demon Lord is right behind her.

The other person continued: "You're the guy in the phone booth, right? I'm just outside, you come over and let's talk, I have something I want to ask you. ”

Nishijima was trembling all over, including his voice: "Yes····· Let's talk about something like that. ”

"How do you talk about that? What to do in case the phone is disconnected. I don't know what this mechanic is all about, it's pretty magical. ”

Nishijima was about to cry: "Demon Lord, I really didn't mean to provoke you, please don't kill me." I have a single grandmother at home and I also have a cat that needs to be taken care of. I swear never to speak out about your existence, please, please don't hurt me. ”

The West Island is sloppy.

"Why should I kill you?" The other party was inexplicable, "You mean the work of the Demon Lord?" It has nothing to do with me, I don't even know what's going on now. ”

The other party said, maybe thinking it was too much trouble, reached out and put on the doorknob of the phone booth and opened it at once. The door lock seemed like a void to him.

At this moment, Nishijima really felt something behind her, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest, like being in an ice cellar.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, patted it, and the chord in Nishijima's mind collapsed to the extreme.

Tsukasa Kurihara saw the person in front of him collapse softly, and caught him with a "sigh", wondering if he was so scary. Look at the face reflected on the glass door, it's quite a handsome guy.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned.

"My name, how did my name become Tsukasa Kurihara? What's going on, I'm not from the Celestial Empire. Tsukasa Kurihara's facial expression suddenly distorted, and he let go of Nishijima and frantically smashed his head with his hand.

Tons of memories rushed in.