Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Small paper flower balls that can be held with one hand.

And looking at all aspects of appearance, it is completely a product placed in a folk craft shop.

The thin wooden strips are folded into a circle, and paper flowers are pasted on the outside. It is a typical children's toy in the shogunate era. How can children now play with such things.

Give up the game console that has gathered the wisdom of hundreds of thousands of men, and play this thing, there is something wrong with your head!

Tucao about what kind of person would play paper flower balls, Jianhei Tibetan just picked up the ball when he heard a voice from the opposite side.

"Can you give me the ball?"

It was the voice of a little girl.

If it was Yujie's voice, Jian Hei Tibetan might be a little excited. When he looked up, a little girl who was as delicate as an enlarged porcelain doll was standing in front of him.

Qiao Shengsheng is not the right word, it means standing coldly.

And it's not a porcelain doll, it's a 'hina doll' placed on the Doll's Day, imitating the appearance of a real person, the kind that can make people feel that supernatural events will happen at any time when placed in the room.

Princess cut hair style, dense and luxurious kimono, immature appearance of thirteen or fourteen years old, and a pair of eyes that are as unwavering as a dead person.

Look left and right, this little girl has a strange aura all over her body.

"This ball?" Jian Hei Tibetans have seen too many corpses, and they have not once or twice exchanged eye contact with dead people. They have never experienced any kind of storm, "It's yours."

Not only did the little girl seem to have problems with her head, but she also seemed to have problems with her eyesight.

Otherwise, why is there no shadow under the little girl?

Could it be that working under the shadowless lamp for a long time has caused the vision to be distorted.

"Yes."

The little girl with Ji hair style nodded, the neck was only moving mechanically, it looked like the head was spliced ​​on the neck, but the splicing technique was good, and he couldn't find any traces of stitching.

If there is such a skill, why worry about sewing up the deceased so ugly that he would quarrel with his family members.

The Hei Tibetans were not in a hurry to hand over the ball to the opponent: "You still wear so many clothes in midsummer, don't you feel hot, little girl?"

"..."

This sentence was a bit cold, the little girl in the kimono neither liked nor smiled, and was very serious.

Seeing that the other party didn't smile at all, Jian Hei Tibetan himself laughed.

He held up the paper flower ball: "If you want it."

"Here, pick it up!"

Throwing the ball more than 20 meters away in one breath, the Jianhei Tibetan laughed even more because of his nervousness: "Children should exercise more, which is good for growth."

As soon as he threw the ball out, the black Tibetan wanted to slap himself in the face, why couldn't he control his stinky habit of getting muddy when he was nervous.

The assistant has clearly reminded himself countless times before, but it's a pity that the assistant didn't follow him to Yokosuka, otherwise he would definitely stop his restless hands.

"Slap."

The paper flower ball fell on the ground, bounced and rolled, and hit the electric pole on the side of the road. The street was eerily quiet. There were obviously a few pedestrians before, but now there is no 'living person' in sight.

But the Ji-haired girl had no intention of leaving at all, her brown eyes were fixed on the black Tibetan, and there were signs of redness in her eyes.

"It's really a life-and-death human being." The girl with Ji hair raised her hand, pointing her pale five fingers at the Jianhei Tibetan, "You can repent in hell after you die."

It's very abnormal, Jianhei Tibetans feel that they can't turn their heads. This is the periphery of the base, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the core area of ​​security. It is said that the streets are heavily guarded, but such a weird little girl is standing in the center of the street. Soldiers rush out?

Moreover, he has monitoring equipment on his body, and the observers in the base should have noticed that the situation is not good.

Hit a ghost in broad daylight? Now it's not the Ghost Festival, so the situation on this broken island is already so bad?

Those red eyes became bigger and bigger in Jian Hei Tibetan's field of vision, and in the end almost occupied his entire field of vision.

The boundless world fell into a complete blood red, and the waves eclipsed the sky.

It's over, now I'm really going to die because of my hands and bad mouth - it is said that there is a doctor ancestor in the family, and he died because of his bad mouth when he was treating the feudal lord!

Therefore, Jianhei Tibetans, who were worried about the tense relationship between doctors and patients, chose to become unpopular forensic doctors!

"Wow."

The black Tibetan shook his body violently and staggered back a few steps.

But his head was like iron sand disturbed by a magnet, and after a while of distortion, Jian Hei Tibetan's sight returned to normal.

The world in front of me suddenly became brighter, all the red color receded, and it was still just an ordinary street scene in Yokosuka, where there were no strange little girls and red paper flower balls.

The weirdness is gone.

Even Bolt can't run so fast here.

Pedestrians reappeared on the side of the road, and there were people wearing Yokosuka shirts in summer.

"Phantom..." Jian Hei Tibetan touched his forehead, unknowingly soaking his forehead with sweat.

Based on his understanding of himself, although his nervous system is somewhat disordered and he occasionally talks nonsense, he will never have hallucinations for no reason.

What happened just now actually happened, but it was not discovered by the base because of the mysterious power!

He ran into the extraordinary event again. From Miyagi Prefecture, he seemed to be attached to the extraordinary event.

Do you want to tell the base about the supernatural event that happened just now?

In the past, Jianhe Tibetans would still make this kind of choice as a good citizen.

But now the black Tibetan shakes his head violently without even thinking about it. Isn't this a joke? He really thinks he doesn't know what happened to the dissected corpse?

The more he understands the dark truth, the less he will believe superficial propaganda.

I'm afraid it's me who is placed on the dissecting table!

And now I am safe and sound, in good condition.

After drinking all the oolong tea in one gulp, Jianhei Tibetan walked steadily, and went through the inspection as usual to enter the research base—a top-secret inspection where he was stripped of all his clothes, and it was absolutely impossible to bring items into the base.

There was no dissection task today, sitting in the spacious personal room provided by the base, the black Tibetan stared at the computer screen and began to daze.

He deliberately used the search engine to find out the identity of the mysterious girl according to the conditions, and searched according to the hair color and clothing, and he should be able to find the answer.

But all communications at the base are under surveillance, and if you watch porn for nothing, you won't be noticed. The base also encourages researchers to solve it by themselves, but if you search for matters related to Chaofan, the attention will definitely be the highest.

Mobile phones don't work, and it doesn't work to record your physical condition with pen and paper. The book may be read.

The black Tibetan touched his chin, and the situation reached a stalemate for a while.

That weird little girl from ancient times will never shoot at the target indiscriminately, and she will go to hell after death or something...

Participating in an evil experiment, you are going to go to hell!

He found free cup noodles from the drawer and boiled them in hot water in dismay.

The aroma rises from the mouth of the cup, and the taste is really attractive.

"Um?"

Looking at the cup noodles in his hand, Jian Hei Tibetan fell into deep thought.

Why does this cup noodle smell different from before?