From Abel's perspective.
The sudden heavy rain helped Abel to hide and jump quickly from roof to roof.
Suddenly, Abel's running speed suddenly slowed down and stopped at the top of an old residential building.
He sniffed his nose.
An unusual smell was caught by Abel.
"If I encounter any 'ghost story', I have to retreat immediately. It's too risky to deal with it alone."
But Abel's idea was different from Han Dong's.
His purpose was to find the 'shop' and he didn't want to come into contact with the ghost story at the beginning.
In the almost abandoned residential building, there were only a few old people who had half their bodies in the ground.
Searching for the smell.
Abel came to a wooden door with a metal door.
The delicate metal door with lace formed a sharp contrast with the old wooden door that was already cracked … The door was printed with four twisted words "Ghost Story Shop".
In terms of words, Han Dong had already told Abel in advance how to write 'shop' in Japanese.
"Found it, I have to go back and meet up with them!"
Abel immediately crawled out of the window in the corridor.
While he was crawling, he unexpectedly saw four strong men with ferocious eyes walking downstairs. They seemed to be looking for a shop as well.
"Death row prisoners? Let's ignore them for now. "
His claws dug into the wall, Abel quickly crawled away.
However.
Among the group of death row prisoners downstairs, there was a completely blind man … His hand was behind his ear, and he seemed to hear some 'sound' and immediately pointed to the top floor.
When his teammates looked, they only saw a white shadow flash by.
…
From Han Dong's perspective.
He, who was in direct contact with the 'ghost story', was trying to 'reduce' the danger.
It was like a plant rooted to the ground.
This woman's head with exaggerated white powder also took root on Han Dong's shoulder through a kind of flesh … However, the root was limited to the coat and couldn't penetrate the 'bone feather coat' that exuded a polluted smell.
Such a human head.
Not to mention the fact that her makeup was extremely terrifying.
Just the fact that it directly grew on one person's shoulder, even the other members of the team would inevitably fall into a state of 'panic' for a period of time, and most of them would choose to remove the umbrella.
Not to mention, the skull itself was emitting a deadly sense of danger.
However, Han Dong was not in a hurry to throw away the umbrella, nor did he panic because of the head. Instead, he stared at the woman calmly.
After all, in essence, Han Dong was also a head.
Han Dong tried to pronounce as accurately as possible and spoke in a more authentic Japanese, "Hello!"
However.
However, the other party did not respond.
Drip, drip, drip … His tongue, dripping with rainwater, slowly licked Han Dong's cheek.
The moment they were about to touch.
Zeng!
A streak of light flashed past.
A kitchen knife appeared out of nowhere and accurately slashed down.
Dark Grey Tongue Smack! It fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of rainwater.
Not long after, another tongue grew out of the woman's mouth.
Unlike the previous time, this time, the speed of the tongue was extremely fast, and it suddenly licked Han Dong's cheek.
Whoosh!
The ending remained the same.
The kitchen knife slashed down decisively. The tongue fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of rainwater.
As early as when he was tracking and observing the poor office worker, Han Dong had been thinking about all possible countermeasures.
He licked the victim's face with his tongue.
Every time he licked, a strange kind of rainwater would stain the victim's face and seep into the skin through his pores.
This was also why the victims always felt a chill on their cheeks when they opened the red umbrella. It was also why a large amount of rainwater was found in the victims' bodies after they died.
The rainwater that entered the victim's body would affect the victim's thinking to a certain extent, leading to accidental death.
Therefore, Han Dong targeted the 'tongue'.
As soon as he picked up the red umbrella, he secretly asked Chen Li to be prepared. If the other party dared to lick Han Dong, the kitchen knife would be presented to him.
…
Han Dong continued to speak politely, "I don't mean any hostility. May I ask if we can talk normally?"
However, the gloomy tongue spat out again.
However, this time, it did not intend to lick Han Dong.
Instead, it made the tongue spin back and forth in the air. It was quite magical.
It seemed that she had not spoken for a long time and had forgotten the basic way of using her tongue. After a while, a vague language came out from the woman's mouth.
"Everyone … who picked up … the umbrella … must die!"
Han Dong nodded helplessly. "Well, that's a very cliché horror movie line. Can you say something else? After all, we are the same kind. "
Han Dong had confirmed with the little magic eye that there were no other people or surveillance cameras in the alley.
In front of the woman's head, he separated his head from his body and moved it on his shoulder to show respect.
He knew about the existence of the [Friendliness] setting.
He had a brief experience of 'working together' with the Clown in "The Clown Recovers."
Han Dong tried to take a gamble.
At the beginning of this incident, he tried to establish a relationship with the corresponding 'spirit' of the "ghost story." It was necessary to try. If he succeeded, Han Dong would obtain an unexpected intelligence resource.
"You … are strange." The woman showed a surprised expression.
Han Dong tried to ease the relationship between the two. "Since we are the same kind of people, there is no need to hurt each other. How about this? If you have anything you want to do, you can tell me anytime. "
"I want you to die."
"Erm …" Han Dong had heard that the corresponding spirit behind the scenes in Japanese horror movies often held a grudge against the world and killed people indiscriminately. So that was the case.
"I can die, but I have a request. Can you let me live for 24 hours? When the time is up, you can do whatever you want with me. "
Han Dong was actually making a bet when he said this.
He was betting that this simple-minded 'spirit' who only knew how to harm people did not know about the 24-hour limit and would not think of this problem.
After speaking many times, the woman's head found the feeling of speaking and her words were much clearer. "Take off … the strange feather clothes! I promise you. Otherwise, I will kill you now. "
"Oh … you seem to be very afraid of this feather clothes in my body."
The materials of the [Corpse Feather Clothes] were all from outside the city.
This was why equipment from outside the city was a double-edged sword … pollution could affect everything.
Han Dong quickly removed the feather clothes and placed it inside his backpack.
Crunch crunch!
Without the protection of the feather clothes.
The tendrils that were originally rooted to the surface of the clothes were forced to penetrate further. A cold feeling of rain came from his shoulder. The woman's head was completely attached to Han Dong's shoulder.
The woman's head revealed a cruel smile.
"The countdown starts now. Hurry up and enjoy the rest of your time."
"Okay."
On the surface, Han Dong had to play along and pretend to be nervous.
"The corresponding 'spirit' of the ghost story doesn't seem to be very intelligent … This is good!"
Han Dong revealed a smile that he could not hide.
Carrying the red umbrella and with an extra head on his shoulder, he returned to the junction to meet up with his teammates.
Of course, normal people would not be able to see this head.
"Of course … if possible, try to trace the origin of this umbrella within the next 24 hours." The ghost story that was rated B by the system was not easy to deal with.
Whether the main body was the human head or the umbrella … it was still too early to tell.
I'll try to 'use' it.
If it doesn't work, I'll think of a way to deal with it. "
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