Thinking about it, how could humans mix with cursed souls.
Good morning, Chuya, I'm here—
Nakahara Chuya raised his hand and poked Shibusawa Ryuhiko's chest, expressionless and said: "It seems you don't feel pain at all."
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sat in his office, following the content of the work explained, cut and deleted by editor Kusano, determined to let Mr. Kashiwamura's brilliance shine throughout the literary world after winning the job of sole editor. Zhongye's rights.
It's a shame Central Plains can't do that.
The monster Muquer fell to the ground, but his physical strength seemed to surpass that of ordinary people, he quickly stood up again.
Nakahara Chuya thought about it, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was right. Doing the math, this was the third time they'd met that Wakamiya police officer, and Nakahara really didn't want a fourth.
What angered Shibusawa Ryuhiko even more than this feeling was that this super magical spirit who couldn't speak Japanese must have spoken to Nakahara Chuya in this way!
Little workers, sometimes just bow their heads.
Although the Red Brick Warehouse is no Leibo Street, anyone who has lived in the city for more than three months knows how absurd this city is.
There are three types of supernatural existences, cursed spirits are born from negative human emotions, evil spirits are transformed from human souls, and strangeness is a special space, and no one knows its origin. It can be a house, it can be a phone booth, it has its own special powers and rules, constantly luring life here to devour, and it can change locations from time to time. point.
Classmate Ru Nizi, the most sane person in the world, rolled her eyes. She immediately covered her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
[At 18:37 on April 5, 2006, Chuya Nakahara continued to translate "Ophelia". 】
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko pouted, he didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs. Although the five-spoken and four-beautiful boy did not hesitate to take care of things when things fell at his feet, he ran alone to save a boy he did not know. Present?
When entering the cafe, police officers from the Kyoto Police Department have a clear division of labor: one person goes to check the surveillance cameras in the store, two people are responsible for calming the emotions of witnesses. in store and ask for details. The accompanying forensic pathologist began an autopsy. Although the victim looked like a simple suicide, the possibility of drug influence cannot be ruled out.
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko got in the car to go home, and Nakahara Nakaya went to the shrine first.
Nakahara Chuya: "...Okay."
Enlightened Wujo is truly the root of all evil.
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko immediately cheered up.
Kiyomizu Temple staff rushed to the scene of the incident as quickly as possible. Instead of rushing into the forest to check, they circled around the periphery of the forest to prevent tourists from entering.
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko blinked.
...Hello, I'm Zhongyuan Zhongye. Hesitating for a moment, Zhongyuan Zhongye reached out, shook hands with Xia Youjie, and continued, "Long Yan's friend."
bold cursed spirit, daring to defile his god!
The girl in a red kimono looked about seven or eight years old, had round blue eyes, and seemed completely unaware of what was happening at the scene, just unconsciously clutching the corner of the girl's shirt. She looked at the young man and whispered: "Mom, Dad..."
“Thank you, I'm very busy right now.” Ha Huu Khiet paused for a moment, "Fry rotten oranges, be careful of the rotten juice."
Not him. Accurately avoiding every spark that almost hit him, he did not forget to punch his backhand into the orange flames to help his teammates block the attack. The young man opened a pair of inorganic golden eyes, orange flames burning on his forehead. Under his arm was a child dressed in a cow costume crying two tears, and on top of his head was a child wearing a black suit and a top hat, the one who repelled Emperor Valia's sword. the second is near juvenile Sanjotong.
This scene accidentally caught Verlaine's eyes.