After paying attention in his heart, Kamiya spoke again to Hiramoto, who was worried and worried, "Get up and follow me."

"Okay, the foreign Mr. Strange Talk. Oh, by the way, why are you together peacefully?"

But I didn't see the aura that the monster talk should have in front of me.

"Is there anything else?"

The little old man walking in front turned around and looked at his master, then turned into a ghostly aura, and temporarily returned to the duck bird copper match.

A weird story with a strong hidden aura?

"You're talking nonsense..."

Heimoto Kazuto followed carefully.

Fallen is a punishment of heaven, and repentance cannot be conveyed.

Heimoto began to ask Kamitanikawa for help.

The lights and lights shine the wet corridors into dark red.

Kamitanikawa heard the voice of a young woman, humming a ballad with a weird melody:

"certainly."

"Huh, it's great, I'll leave a breath." Qianyu, a gusseted, shook his bloody hand and stood up, "This strange foreigner... should I call you a sir? Or something else?"

Theoretically, it should belong to the same category as Hiramoto and Tom.

Because the photos themselves are old, the handwriting on them is not clearly taken.

The uterus raised the hilt of the bone-clearing knife high and smashed it hard at the back of Hiromoto's head. The originally gentle face was full of ferocious bloody expressions.

You know, even those who met in Aokihara before, became stupid because they died too many times, and were about to turn into a half-dead person, and finally they still had a little bit of a living aura.

"I don't know." Hiramoto, who slowly recovered from his shock, shook his head. At this point, he did not choose to hide anything. "I just saw a line of words, which looked like my handwriting. But I don't remember that I once wrote...I just woke up here."

...

This photo looks like a forensic autopsy.

"gentlemen."

"What you are willing to say."

At the same time, from the corridor ahead, the "click" sound of hard leather shoes trampling on the wet carpet, and you can hear the "click" sound of sharp objects cutting through the wall.

And Qianyu, who was wearing a red dress, was faster.

I walked for about ten minutes.

"Ahh, he said he did nothing." Miyasu Chiyu said with a sharp voice, "But sometimes you really don't remember what you did. You have forgotten too many things. But it doesn't matter, I brought this."

"Why, come here?"

It was as if his soul had completely stripped away from his body.

The moment the man walked out of the corner of the corridor, the woman's singing stopped.

At this time—

Of course, Kamiya would not reject Chiyuki's proposal.

Shengu called out the little old man to open the way, and compared the map exploration degree displayed in "The Story of Strange Tales", he began to explore the Live Fish Hotel.

Heimoto suddenly pulled open his cuffs and saw that the same sentence was written on his entire arm: "Don't be caught by that perverted man in red skirt!"

After a long time, Hiromoto's eyes finally focused: "Oh, ah... Hiromoto, my name is Hiromoto Kazuto."

After no results in thinking, he spoke to the man: "Name."

It looks like it's been a while.

The man in the red dress seemed to be satisfied when he saw Heimoto's frightened face, and this time he reported his name.
Chapter completed!