"Oh, the flat-chested woman finally got a signed photo,"
On the chest of the red shirt, the blood parrot flapped its wings, "But it seems that this photo is not very good."
"Humph, silly bird,"
Staring at the sickle god of death in the photo, the corners of Hong Shirt's mouth almost turned up to the sky, "It's a pity that we didn't take a group photo."
After looking at it for a long time, every detail in the photo was imprinted in his mind. Hong Shi just put it away and said, "Get ready to withdraw, call it a day and go home."
"Huh?" Blood Parrot said, "You're not going to Saury's place?"
"Kawamoto Jinpachi was shot dead by my idol, why should I go back?"
"You're still an idol," Parrot said disdainfully: "You are considered a policeman, right? You don't care if your idol kills someone? Put this bastard in jail."
"Are the people killed by my idol still considered human beings? The scum are better than them. I can't wait to go up and make up for it. Including the Kawamoto Renpachi just now, this guy has definitely done extremely bad and disgusting things. Otherwise, how would he be worthy of being an idol?
I came all the way from Dongdu."
Halfway through, I saw Nobuo Soma lying on a bench.
"Where is this guy?" Blood Parrot pursed his lips, "Aren't you planning to just leave him here to hang out?"
"Isn't he the idol's old enemy?"
The corner of Hong Shi's mouth curled up slightly, "You can't have a cold or a stroke because of the wind blowing on the bench outside all night, right?"
Not far away, the chain on his chest suddenly vibrated.
Immediately afterwards, blood flashed, reflecting the surrounding ground in scarlet.
This scarlet color is very penetrating, but only she and the parrot can see it.
"Is this the darkest color? It can't get any redder, right?"
The parrot raised its paws, with a sad look on its face, staring at the blood-red chains, "In other words, in a few days, the gates of hell will be completely opened to flat-chested women."
"It's like you don't have to go."
Hong Shi stood in the middle of the road. The nearby street lights were dim and the light was far away from him.
"I've turned into a bird anyway..." said the parrot.
Red Shirt raised his head, looked at the dark night sky, stared at the chain for a long time, and suddenly said: "Hey, silly bird, you are right... maybe in a few days, both of us will die."
"Don't worry, I will live well even if you, an idiot, die a hundred times..." the parrot cursed.
"I mean,"
Hong Shi said solemnly: "Before we die, should we... give one last try? Maybe we can survive?"
The parrot nodded repeatedly.
"Walk!"
Hong Shi stopped a passing taxi and got in, "Go to Nara Apartment."
The dark red taillights disappeared into the distance, disappearing into the moving night.
The bright car lights illuminated the alley, and the judge recognized it as a taxi without passengers.
Throwing the motorcycle to the side of the road, the judge stopped the car, got in, and sat all the way to the entrance of an abandoned building in the southern suburbs.
Walking into the house, a little girl wearing a jacket and a pleated skirt, with a very delicate appearance, a bit like a mixed race, was holding a hand-made doll in her arms, lying on her side on the sofa and falling asleep.
The judge took very light steps and sat on the sofa on the other side.
"uncle!"
The little girl opened her eyes with surprise in her eyes, "Are you back?"
The judge placed a photo of a man with a big hole in his forehead and blood on his face on the coffee table and pushed it in front of the little girl.
The girl looked at the man in the photo and trembled all over.
"He is dead," said the judge.
The girl lay on the coffee table and cried without any concealment.
Half an hour later, the judge walked into the night with a backpack hanging behind him and the little girl.
"Uncle," the girl said with tears still on her face, "where is the motorcycle you had when you came here? Why don't we leave on it?"
"I borrowed that car from a fool, and it has a locator on it,"
The judge said: "Besides, I'm afraid that if we sit too much, the two of us will become as stupid as him."
"Oh~ forget it then."
Two people, one big and one small, walked side by side. The street lamps cast high and low shadows, sometimes lengthening and sometimes shortening, like the rapid rotation of the earth, and like the reincarnation of life from nothing to something, and from something to nothing.
One hand was placed on a streetlight pole near the Nara apartment, and the other hand was put in his pocket——
Hong Shi has maintained this posture for a long time.
When the lights above his head shine down, the shadow given to the red shirt is only a small ball on the soles of his feet.
"Hello,"
The blood parrot flapped its wings, "Are you going to get in or not? You've been standing here stupidly for half an hour."
"I'm just thinking about it," Hong Shi said, holding his forehead with his hand in his pocket, "I don't know how to start..."
"You are a slutty witch who tricked one hundred and twenty-two men into a hotel."
"Those are all just a joke."
"..."
"otherwise,"
Hong Shi suddenly raised his head, "Forget it? Death is a small matter, but losing integrity is a big deal..."
"..."
"Anyway, I can't knock on his door in this state."
"I'll teach you a way."
"Um?"
"As long as you don't do it deliberately, it's easy to get drunk, right?"
Hong Shi rushed into the convenience store, bought ten bottles of soju, and left.
"Today's beauties drink a lot," the salesperson looked at the back of the red shirt, "the prettier she is, the better she drinks."
Customer checking out: "Why are you so emotional?"
"Just now, there was a very pleasant-looking girl who also bought several bottles by herself..."
"Dong dong——"
In the basement of the Nara apartment, there was a knock on the door.
Hayae, who was wearing a red dress, immediately stood up nervously.
Gu Xingze was reading "A Collection of Bizarre Stories about Onoe Haye who Liked to Wear Red Dresses", and happened to see the red shirt's investigation of the domestic violence man Hirashima Tokuo.
"Who?"
"It's me~"
Gu Xing stood up and opened the door. Zaohui stood aside and stared at the door.
"Gu Xingjun! Good evening!"
Standing outside was the Holy Son, holding a convenience store bag in his hand.
"Good evening……"
"Good weight."
The Holy Son shook the bag.
Hayae on the side seemed to snort.
Gu Xing took the bag, it was indeed very heavy.
Looking inside the bag, I saw several bottles of sake, sushi, rice balls, and some random snacks.
"This is……"
"Today I suddenly felt like drinking, so..."
Gu Xing let the Holy Son into the house.
Hayae glared angrily and tried to block the Son with her arms, but the Son passed through her body.
Gu Xing thought about it, and he hadn't drank for a while since the last dinner party to celebrate the successful resolution of Fujino's weird incident.
Surrounded by weird things and dead people happening almost every day, this reality is still very depressing, and it is indeed necessary to relax with the help of alcohol from time to time.
"You must stay drunk tonight!"
The Holy Son has already placed sake, wine glasses, bowls and chopsticks, appetizers, and various snacks on the table, "You must have a good time."
In fact, until half an hour ago, the Holy Son had no intention of drinking.
But just now, while lying on the bed and checking the house information, Shengzi's heart suddenly started to throb. The source of the throbbing seemed to be right next door.
"Something is very wrong."
She always felt that something bad was about to happen to Gu Xing.
She could even feel quite keenly that what was about to happen might not be bad for Gu Xing, but it would definitely be devastating for herself.
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