This person's name, if you can, will replace it with Junior A.

At the age of thirteen, he wears regular clothes and a peaked cap, and his face is not clear under the brim.

"So, I don't have any money."

In the public phone booth, I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, and the teenager's mood became more and more unhappy.

At this moment, the spirit was in a trance for a moment.

Then I seemed to come to my senses.

In school, he is a transparent person, although he is handsome, but it is amazing, but it is not very eye-catching.

The reason why he was not good at words, the boy just listened in silence.

Until, the other side strongly rejected his request for additional pocket money.

It's a woman's voice, maybe a character like a mother, with a cold and sharp tone, full of impatience and meanness.

The busy hang-up sound of the beep was deaf.

Deep in the eyes full of numbness and indifference, anger erupted like a volcano.

There was a loud bang, and the telephone receiver was smashed on the glass wall by the irrational teenager A, and in the narrow space, teenager A screamed hysterically.

Screaming wildly, catharsis, the knife he carried with him was pulled out, and the criss-crossing knife marks bloomed on the telephone dial in the madness.

It's still a child, but it looks like a ghost.

On the streets at night, the lanterns rise and fall strangely in the rain and fog.

The faint sound of music and drums came from a distance, and the out-of-control teenager A gradually controlled his emotions, and looked over his eyes in the shadow of the brim of his hat.

The cold streets are filled with cold dances.

Shadowy figures come into view.

What happened?

Boy A in the phone booth looked curiously, and a cloud of white mist drifted to his side.

The cold shiver that I couldn't help but broke out suddenly, and the fine goosebumps instinctively crawled all over the body, and I was in confusion, and my eyes saw the figure clearly.

The sound of boiling was churning.

Laughter and laughter converge.

The front line of the front, in a row of twenty people, stretched out and occupied the center of the main road.

The moment the human figure was clearly reflected on the retina, the pupils shrank sharply.

I only saw that...

Singing and dancing bald monks with pale faces and robes.

The woman with a snake body twisted and crawling on the ground, dancing to the ghost music.

The eight-legged human-faced spider walked, and the dark green ghost spewed out from his mouth.

The muscular minotaur, carrying a mace, screamed and swung wildly.

The human-standing fox, dressed in a gorgeous kimono, exposes fragrant shoulders and half of the crisp chest, and in the sound of stamping clogs on the ground, they look at each other inadvertently, and their provocative eyebrows are thrown.

Sunflowers, which are no taller than puppies, have a human face, wear a pair of sunglasses, and the slender main pole is planted in a tattered flower pot, and the roots penetrate the flower pot, squirming on the ground hard and hurriedly, twisting and twisting as they walk, barely keeping up with the team.

There is also a beautiful girl with a tail behind her, long ears on her head, wearing a kimono, and holding a cigarette stick.

Something strange seems to have been mixed in.

But it's a lie!

This thought arose in the mind of Boy A.

His legs were as heavy as lead, unable to escape from this wonderful atmosphere, staring at them without blinking, unconsciously, holding his breath, not daring to speak or move, for fear of disturbing the team, allowing them to be terrifying, or weird, or wonderful, or handsome and bewitching, and so on.

Frequently connected with the sweeping sight, a stream of cold air involuntarily rushed straight to the top of the head, and the hands and feet were extremely cold.

I don't know where I am.

Hundred ghosts, ancient bands, portable shrines, giant ghosts, shrine maidens, giant boathouses, convoys, dangerous men in black, and ten thousand demons strolled past in front of you.

Until the figure disappeared in front of him, faint music came out, and the mist dispersed.

With your legs limp, sit on the floor.

Some were hot and humid, and water stains soaked the crotch.

"Liar..."

This encounter was completely incomprehensible to Young A.

Is it a parade of monster floats?

However, the props are so realistic, so realistic that it makes people tremble.

Anyway, if it's a prop, there's a flaw that people can see through at a glance!

It's fake! Na!

Although he was not in danger, he instinctively felt afraid.

After being afraid, a throbbing rose in my heart for no reason.

A faint pale white fluorescence flashed from the corner of the eye.

The brain told him that he had woken up from the dream.

In the small phone booth, the action of making a phone call was still maintained, and Young A looked at the intact phone in front of him in a daze, and there were bursts of busy tones in the receiver, and he didn't know how long it had been hung up.

Inexplicably relieved.

It's a dream.

It's just that...

Submit.

The crotch of his pants was still wet and uncomfortable.

There was no shyness on his face at all, some were just annoyed, and he threw off the earpiece irritably, pushed the door and left, and the young man A disappeared into the night scene of the street in a hurry.

What he didn't know was that a knife was lying quietly in the phone booth, the blade of which was flashing with a cold light.

A residential area.

The streets are sparsely populated by pedestrians after the rain at night.

In the residents along the street, there is a warm and various family farce, as always.

But there's one subtle difference.

"Ah~~ Ahh

It's really full of vitality as always.

A high school girl who is the eldest sister, flipping through the comics of the big stupid bear teacher, looking at the TV, the three-handed Lori sisters screamed, raised their hands and smashed a pillow and flew out.

The double ponytail Lori in the middle slammed her body staggered forward for a while, and the duck sat aggrievedly and looked back at her sister with tears in her eyes.

Angry, but afraid to move.

The oblique ponytail Lori on the left and right, one ponytail on the left and one on the right, after secretly glancing at the expressionless eldest sister, turned her head and continued to stare at the TV.

The TV was the night of the world's horrors.

All sorts of pompous haunted videos.

There are also all kinds of pompous screams of hosts and guests.

In a word...

Super boring...

The girl thinks so.

However, Lori doesn't think so.

"Ah~ahh

It's only been quiet for five minutes, and it's three more than last time.

Each little Lori called one more.

In the spirit of pity and compassion, and still thinking of showing the little ones for a while, the girl who couldn't bear it stood up, came to the TV, blocked the TV remote control signal receiving source with a comic, sat down cross-legged with one ass, pressed the comic book with one hand, and began to adjust the channel with the other hand.

The extremely familiar rapid operation, brushing the silent count of six numbers, and adjusting to the table I want to see.

The time was just right, and the theme song of the golden hit drama at eight o'clock in the evening had just ended.

Ness~

"Ahh Sister Yuno is too cunning! ”

"It's so cunning!" X2

"Say yes, show us today!"

"Say yes!" X2

It's unbearable!

Saying angry words, the three fried-haired little Loli pounced on the girl in unison, hugging the legs, blindfolding, holding hands, and working together to subdue my sister.

However, the difference between strength and physique was huge, and the girl did not move like a mountain, her head twisted like a snake, and she avoided her blindfolded little hands.

"Wahahahaha! Fight me! It's a hundred years early! ”

The sisters frolicked among themselves.

Unconsciously, the white light passed by the window, followed by the faint music, the diffuse white mist spread, and the window glass was covered with a layer of water vapor...