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Chapter seven hundred and thirty seventh incomplete beauty

Unlike the other Kaitan compatriots, while each of them had changed their clothes to some extent, the Rift Girl was still wearing her work clothes.

The cracked girl didn't seem to want to attract attention. She was wearing her same red windbreaker, a mask and sunglasses, covering herself up tightly.

This is not because she deliberately wants to hide herself, but because she doesn't know what clothes she wears better.

The slit girl standing next to a few people was not very conspicuous in her clothes, but her unique cold temperament was so outstanding that some people still noticed her and came to her tentatively.

"Hello, may I ask, what character are you cosplaying?"

"Well, that's right." The cracked girl glanced at the three companions around her and nodded casually.

The man asked cautiously: "So, can I take a look under your mask?"

"Want to see under my mask?" The cracked girl was a little surprised.

The man nodded desperately: "Is that okay!? I really want to take a picture of you under the mask!"

"Promise him, isn't this fun?" Hanako left the crowd and came to the side of the cracked girl, encouraging her, "Aren't we here just to have fun?"

"I'm not just here to have fun..." The cracked girl was speechless to Hanako. They clearly came here at the invitation of Kamizawa Palace. What does it mean to have fun?

However, since Hanako said this, she also wanted to deliberately scare this man, so she took off her mask.

The man was instantly frightened.

He thought he was going to see a beautiful face, but under the mask was indeed a woman with stitches on her face, and the cracks spread to her cheeks, which made his heart beat faster instantly.

Absolutely beautiful, if not for these needles and threads, this face could really be called extremely beautiful, but these cracks make the cracks on the face of the Slit Woman look similar to those of the Joker in Gotham.

But then, I don’t know if it was because of the fast heartbeat and high blood pressure. Under this fear, the man actually felt the beauty of the "cleft" of the cleft woman. It was a kind of incomplete beauty, a kind of danger.

The beauty that is nurtured.

The man was a little excited in fear, and said tremblingly: "Is the character you cosplay as a crack girl? The cracks on the face are really similar!"

She was regarded as a cosplay... The cracked girl laughed dumbly. In front of Hanako who was snickering at the side, she nodded perfunctorily: "Well, that's right."

"So, can you tell me the classic lines from that time!"

The cracked girl sighed softly and pulled up her mask again, revealing only her eyes: "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

The man took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "Yeah, beautiful."

The cracked girl took off her mask, revealing the cracks that spread to her cheeks under these breathtaking eyes.

She showed a smile full of murderous intent and whispered her classic line: "So, is this still beautiful?"

She didn't want to kill the man, she just habitually showed her "business" eyes.

The Rift Girl is not like Hanako and Hatachi-sama who have basically given up on their responsibilities. She wanders the streets conscientiously every night.

Although she played the role of a close sister for a period of time, she rekindled the desire for life and gained the courage to face tomorrow for many people who had lost hope in life.

But when facing most people, her crazy eyes showing murderous intent will still make people run away in fear.

In an instant, the man instinctively felt fear, but under the extreme fear, he seemed to understand something, and from that fear he saw the charm of the Slit Girl, which was like a rose, hidden under the sharp thorns.

At this moment, the man suppressed his instinct to escape, raised his camera with trembling excitement, pressed the shutter on the slit girl, and couldn't help praising: "Beautiful, you are so beautiful, you can see her

It’s such an honor to see you in person!”

The girl with a cracked mouth remained motionless and allowed the man to take pictures.

This is not a game where you will lose your mind if you are caught on camera. The cracked girl was unscathed by the camera, she was just speechless.

Are all human beings so weird nowadays? Not only did they not run away from her, they also raised their cameras and took pictures like crazy.

Obviously the camera is used to record the beautiful moment...

The slit woman was unaware of her own beauty, but soon many people, like men, were attracted by the makeup of the slit woman.

They gathered around him, and the sound of snapping photos could not be heard.

Uesawa Palace witnessed this scene with his own eyes. He shook his head helplessly and said to Hanako who was snickering at the side: "You guys had a lot of fun."

"I don't feel happy." Sadako, who was dressed as a ghost and wore a triangle scarf on her head, drifted to Uesawa Palace's side at some point.

"Even the eldest sister is surrounded by people. Now it seems that I am not very popular..." Sadako, who came to Kamizawa Palace, puffed up her mouth.

Hachisha-sama is fashionably dressed and has a plump figure. He has the charm that everyone at the comic show needs to look up to.

Mari and Hanako stood next to Hachisha-sama, one in black and one in white, which attracted quite a lot of attention.

The unique and dangerous temperament of the slit girl also attracted some people to watch.

But there was only Sadako, and no one was around her. Even when she deliberately let herself rise half a foot off the ground and floated in the air, no one noticed.

Kamizawa Gong couldn't hold back his laughter: "Who told you to dress up in a special way so that you can't attract other people's attention at all?"

Sadako's cosplay is really simple. You only need to put on a white dress, make her face pale, and split her hair in front of her body. There are no special features.

This image of hers has been cosplayed by people since the beginning of the comic exhibition. Now people are tired of aesthetic appreciation. If it were Uesawa Miya, he would not set his sights on Sadako.

Sadako said angrily: "You mean I have bad taste? Damn it, this is obviously my carefully chosen image!"

Uesawa Miya shrugged speechlessly and did not judge Sadako's aesthetics.

"Sadako, if you have nothing to do, please do me a favor. You are having so much fun, have you forgotten what I came to you for?"

"Of course you remember, you want us to help delay the time and let the game end at six o'clock in the evening." Sadako still remembers it clearly.

Uesawa Palace said bluntly: "It's a shame that you still remember, I thought you had forgotten... Then I will tell you directly, is there any way you can delay the time?"

Uesawa Miya wants to delay the progress of the loser group, and now he can only rely on Sadako and the others' strange stories.

When Sadako patted her chest a few days ago and vowed that she could help Uesawa Palace, she did not say what method she used, but said mysteriously that it was a secret and had not yet been announced.
Chapter completed!
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