Chapter 3080 3092 [Abducting the Snow Girl] Asking for a monthly ticket ()
The two mini detectives, one big and one small, looked at Calvados with suspicion on their faces.
Next to them, the other two seemed to have different opinions.
Mao Lilan said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Yamaguchi is not that kind of person! Dad, didn't you read the newspaper? When we went to Fukito Villa a while ago, it was thanks to his bravery in fighting the criminals that we were able to catch those two hateful guys."
Jiang Xia nodded, agreeing. He looked at Calvados' shoulder and asked, "Is your injury healed? Are there any sequelae?"
It was nothing at first, but when Calvados heard this, his gunshot wound suddenly began to hurt again: "..."
...These guys are really annoying in their own way.
Maori Kogoro heard what his daughter and Jiang Xia said, and looked at Calvados with some surprise: "You can't judge a person by his appearance."
After a pause, he felt that what he said was not appropriate, so he cleared his throat and changed the subject: "By the way, we were planning to leave at 8 o'clock, but how come we all fell asleep? - We actually slept until after 10 o'clock in the evening. I shouldn't be old enough to sleep anywhere like this."
The old landlord rolled his eyes at him and said, "You really don't know how to talk."
Mao Lilan whispered in awe: "Were we cursed by that ghost, so we lost consciousness at the same time?"
"Maybe." Jiang Xia casually frightened an organizational cadre whose worldview was wavering, then walked to the window in the midst of murderous aura and glanced across.
In the dark night, one could vaguely see a dilapidated abandoned building. Jiang Xia asked the old landlord: "Where in this building was the will-o'-the-wisp you saw before?"
The old landlord frowned and recalled for a moment, then walked to the window and pointed, "Right there, almost in the middle. Sometimes a ball of orange-red light floats by, and sometimes it changes color - for example, it suddenly turns into a bluish-white light, just like the color of the skin of the corpses."
"Stop, stop talking!" Mao Lilan was so scared that her hair almost stood up. She closed her eyes and screamed, "Also, how do you know the color of the corpse's skin!"
The old landlord snorted: "What a fuss! I'm already this old, what can't I see?"
Maori Kogoro imagined the scene of the will-o'-the-wisp floating by, and he also got goosebumps. He said stubbornly, "Is it true? You are not making it up again."
"What do you mean by 'again'? I have never made up a lie. You are such a suspicious person." The old landlord shook his head.
"And I'm not the only one who saw the will-o'-the-wisp. If you don't trust me, go ask Yotsuya in Room 2 and Banmachi in Room 4. They've seen it, too. Young people have better eyesight than I do, so they must have seen it more clearly."
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Although it seemed impolite to disturb a stranger's rest in the middle of the night, they were already there, so they quickly left the landlord's house and came to the otaku's room.
This sturdy otaku has long bangs and looks like a villain in a horror movie when he smiles sinisterly. But surprisingly, he is quite hospitable when you actually meet him.
"Willow? Of course I've seen it." Perhaps because he was talking about a topic that interested him, the otaku seemed very talkative:
"It's in the building across the street. It was red at first, and then suddenly turned blue. Maybe it changed according to the mood of the ghost."
Thinking of the experience of seeing the will-o'-the-wisp, he couldn't help but look regretful: "That scene was really psychedelic and beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't see it from my room - every time I saw the will-o'-the-wisp, it was when I was a guest in the senior's room."
Jiang Xia: "Senior?"
The otaku nodded, opened the window of his room, and pointed upwards: "That senior lives in Room 6, right above me. Oh, that's the room that the new roommate just chose."
He looked at Calvados, "That room seems to be the most haunted place. My senior was too timid and was frightened by the will-o'-the-wisps and couldn't sleep. He moved away soon - I couldn't sleep at the time either, but unlike him, I was too excited to sleep."
As Calvados's expression changed, the otaku patted her enviously and said, "Now that you've moved in, enjoy it - I've always wanted to move into that room, but unfortunately the contract I signed hasn't expired yet, and the old-fashioned landlord refuses to let me move to another room."
Calvados thought of the ghost that almost crawled out of the TV: "..."Enjoy your head!
Next to him, Conan saw a machine on the table and paused: "Is this an 8cm projector?"
"That's right! Little brother, you are quite knowledgeable." The otaku touched his head, "I am editing a movie for my university club, and this is the tool I need."
Jiang Xia was more interested in other things: a bookshelf that spanned the room, occupying an entire wall. This large bookshelf was filled with magazines and posters related to ghosts and horror movies, as well as some special effects videotapes.
"Are these all your collections?" Jiang Xia looked at the eerie and twisted covers. "Are there any materials related to the Snow Girl?"
Conan's eyebrows jumped, and he remembered the times when he was forced to look at information: Does this mean that he has to continue reading these things on the bookshelf tomorrow?
Fortunately, at this time, the otaku shook his head and said, "What's so good about studying the Snow Girl? She is too far away from our lives. Whether such a thing exists in the world is still a matter of debate. In my opinion, urban legends happening around us are more interesting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a gust of cold wind filled with a faint resentment had poured in.
"Yes, that's it!" The otaku jumped up excitedly, "Did you feel it? There was a ghost blowing air into my neck just now!"
Snow Girl: “…#”
Jiang Xia looked at the ghost and quietly tempted him: Do you want to make a snowball and put it in his collar?
The snow girl looked excited.
Jiang Xia quietly poked Noah, and Noah quickly stretched out his short hands and pinched out a cute tie in front of him, then said seriously: "The power of a ghost is limited, but with a psychic, the power will be unlimited - as long as the contract is signed, don't just give him one snowball, two will do!"
The Snow Girl looked even more excited.
But soon, she remembered something and shook her head firmly.
She had to find her past first, at least to know how she died - what if, what if she was not a transformed dead person, but was born a noble snow girl, then if she sold her body and became someone else's ghost, wouldn't that be a discredit to the snow girl?
Jiang Xia: “…”
It's just a Q-version ghost fetus, but its sense of racial honor is quite strong...
However, this is the nature of ghosts. Some are easy to deceive and cajole, while others are stubborn and reckless. There is nothing we can do about it.
The magnanimous psychic soon stopped bothering with his own ghost. He raised his head and looked at the other humans in front of him again.
(End of this chapter)
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