My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 187 Eight Foot Night

Chapter 187 Eight Foot Night
There was a slight sound of opening the door, and a familiar figure stood in front of the door holding a plate and looked over.

"Woke up so soon? I thought you would sleep until noon."

"Am I that lazy?"

"It wasn't there before, but isn't it recently?"

"It's not because of you." Niijima muttered and fell off the bed, and slipped into the bathroom with bare feet to wash up.

Fujiwara Xingkong put the breakfast on the table, turned around and made two cups of instant coffee, and spread butter on the toast to make do with it.

About 10 minutes later, Niijima came out of the bathroom and sat cross-legged on the sofa.Fujiwara Xingkong handed her a piece of toast covered with jam, and said, "I'm going out in the evening."

"What time will you be back?"

"I can't say for sure."

"You'd better go early, or I'll be asleep and whoever will open the door for you."

"Then I'll climb in through the window."

Niijima chewed his toast and said viciously, "Climb out of the window in the middle of the night, and I will call the police."

Fujiwara Xingkong squinted and looked at the cheap and faded curtains. The curtains swayed slightly in the wind. Behind was the vast sky, as blue as if it had been brushed.

It felt like he was considering the possibility of climbing in through the window.

Niijima rolled her eyes at him and sat on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. Her smooth thighs occasionally swayed, and she didn't mind Fujiwara Hoshikora's leering eyes at all.

After a while, she looked up, "The Meteorological Agency said that there will be heavy rain in the afternoon, so remember to bring an umbrella."

"Got it." Fujiwara Xingkong sat down next to her, turned on the TV, and the two of them stayed idle until the afternoon.

Uh, it can't be said that I have nothing to do, at least I didn't touch my legs less.

The weather forecast is very inaccurate. Until the evening, there was not a single dark cloud in the evening sky.

There was no sign of rain, nor of wind and thunder.

Fujiwara Xingkong poked his head out of the bathroom after shaving, "Xiaozhen, are you really going to return the shirt to me?"

Niijima stared at the TV screen, and absently replied: "I want you to take it off yourself."

"Goodbye!" Fujiwara Xingkong put on the sweaty jacket from yesterday, left the hotel without looking back, walked through the miscellaneous forest over there, and came to Watanabe House again.

Compared with yesterday, there is not much change, except that there is a pile of black edible salt in the trash can.

The one who opened the door was still the bald middle-aged man in his forties.

"Why is it you again?" He frowned and said displeasedly, "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, Fujiwara Xingkong said calmly: "I can help you deal with Hachisha-sama.

Yoshio Watanabe turned his head, without speaking, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Fujiwara Xingkong's expression remained unchanged, and he repeated what he had just said.

Yoshio Watanabe blinked his eyes and was stunned for a while, as if he felt a little absurd: "Where did you... hear such a thing? How could such a thing happen."

"I saw it with my own eyes." Fujiwara Xingkong looked at him, and then pointed to the window sealed by waste newspapers and the edible salt in the trash can, "These two things will not lie, I think, we may be able to make a trade."

When he said the last two sentences, his tone obviously became serious, looking at the bald man, he almost paused every word.

"Are you crazy?" Watanabe Yoshio shook his head, "So what, how can anyone deal with a eight-foot girl?"

"I can." Fujiwara Xingkong said confidently, "I can guarantee that your family will not be troubled by the eight-foot girl."

Yoshio Watanabe looked at him hesitantly, and for a moment he even felt that the boy in front of him might not be able to use his brain well enough to say such nonsense.

If urban legends are so easy to deal with, why would I, Yoshio Watanabe, be so scared that my wife ran away overnight!
"Is it possible? You will know if you let me try it." Fujiwara Xingkong said lightly, with that calm appearance, it was hard to question his words.

Watanabe Yoshio was silent for a while before asking: "What do you want?"

"Ibaraki's severed arm."

"Impossible! That's a symbol of the glory of my Watanabe family!" Yoshio Watanabe glared at each other, almost screaming.

Fujiwara Xingkong gave him a pitiful look, "It's the 21st century now, so don't hold on to such old-fashioned ideas. Being alive is more important than anything else."

"Kids like you don't understand!"

"At least I won't take the lives of my loved ones to defend the glory of that bullshit."

"You" Yoshio Watanabe opened his mouth and stood there motionless, but it could be seen from his clenched fist that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle at this time.

"Have you ever wondered why your house is being targeted by a eight-foot girl?" Fujiwara Xingkong added a stab at the right time.

Yoshio Watanabe's face changed suddenly, and he looked at him suddenly.

"I can tell you with certainty that Ibaraki has the method to create urban legends." Fujiwara Hoshiku tilted his head, waiting for Yoshio Watanabe to digest the meaning of this sentence, and then continued: "In recent years, Ibaraki has done He has made a lot of preparations, among which Rashomon is an important part of his plan, and the broken arm in your hand is the only thing that can find Rashomon besides himself, do you think he will let you go?"

These words pierced into Yoshio Watanabe's heart like a knife.

Fujiwara Xingkong gave him a sympathetic look, and continued: "Let's make a fair deal once, and I will help you solve this trouble. You give me the broken arm, and then go live your peaceful life."

Yoshio Watanabe's whole body softened, his gray kimono was drenched with sweat, and he sat down on the ground slumped as if he had just crawled out of the water.

He tried his best to stay calm. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid or worried. He just didn't want to lose face in front of a kid who looked like he was only a teenager.After all, his Watanabe family is a glorious family that has continued from the Heian period to the present day.

Even though it's already gone.
The sky gradually darkened, and faint thunder seemed to be heard in his ears. Fujiwara Xingkong looked up, and it was not that it was dark, but because ominous dark clouds floated from the distant mountains one after another.

Yoshio Watanabe squatted on the ground with empty eyes. After a while, he looked at the starry sky of Fujiwara and said with a complicated expression: "If you can help me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, that smile was soft and eye-catching, and he replied softly: "It's not if, but it will definitely help you."

"Let's go." Yoshio Watanabe stood up and led him into the house to the room by the window on the second floor.

This is a sealed space, the windows in the room are all covered by newspapers, spells are pasted on the newspapers, and a lot of salt is placed in the four corners.

Facing the door, there was an altar made of wood, and a small golden Buddha was enshrined on it.

Futons are placed on the tatami, and rice balls and snacks are messily arranged on the small table next to it.

There was also a urinal in the corner of the door, and a boy squatted there beside him, watching the people who walked in the door in bewilderment.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, his face was pale due to not seeing the sun for a long time, and his dull pupils showed his fear of being trapped in this small room all these years.

Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly remembered the bowl of goldfish by the hotel counter. Compared with this little boy, those goldfish were much happier.

"This is my son." Yoshio Watanabe touched the little boy's head distressedly, and introduced: "When he was eight years old, I found a eight-foot girl wandering around my house, and he hasn't stepped this far until now. house."

"Understood." Fujiwara Xingkong sighed, and ordered: "Go out, and leave it to me."

His calm tone had a sufficiently convincing temperament. As soon as this sentence came out, Yoshio Watanabe closed the door, leaving two teenagers, one big and one small, in the room.

"Boom!"

The thunder from outside the window was louder than before, and the glass window trembled for a while, making a rattling sound.Strangely enough, neither lightning nor rain could be seen, but an uncertain balance looming in the air.

"Are you here to save me?" the little boy asked.

Fujiwara Hoshizo did not answer his question.

"She knows I'm here," the little boy said again.

"Of course I know." Fujiwara Xingkong returned to him this time, then walked to the window and opened a gap in the closed window.

"Papa said not to open the window."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

The little boy opened his mouth, as if intending to express some opinion, but after a second thought, he closed his mouth again.Before that opinion was spoken, it quietly sank into his dark pupils.

The two sat on the tatami, quietly waiting for the night to come.

As the night deepened, the thunder became more and more intense.

With a "boom", bullet-like raindrops swept over, knocking on the glass windows continuously, making noisy noises, which made people feel that the whole world was rushing towards the end.

The little boy wrapped himself tightly with a quilt, hiding inside and shivering constantly. For the past six or seven years, he has spent every night like this, and he didn't feel any better just because there was one more person tonight.

I don't know how long it has been in this state. He just wanted to get up to pee when he heard the sound of knocking on the glass from the window.

It's not like the sound of small gravel colliding, but like the sound of light tapping with hands.

There was no way to tell whether the sound was caused by the wind and rain, or whether someone was really banging on the window.

At this moment, the little boy had goosebumps all over his body, and immediately rushed to sit in front of the Buddha statue, holding the spell tightly, and began to pray desperately.

The sound of "bo bo bo bo ~~" came from far to near, and the window glass also made a thumping sound.

Fujiwara Hoshikora's eyes swept across the four piles of salt in the corner, and sure enough, they all turned black.

The little boy closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body was shaking. His already weak body obviously couldn't bear this kind of fear, and he was on the verge of tottering.

"Go to sleep for a while." Fujiwara Xingkong stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and as the venom spewed out from his palm, the poor little boy finally broke free from his fear and had a peaceful sleep.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the time. It was eight o'clock in the evening. He expected that Mr. Hachishaku would be here almost, so he sat down facing the glass window and waited quietly.

The sound of thunder streaked across the sky again, as if to split the whole world into two halves.The vibrating airflow violently shook the glass window, as if it was really going to smash the glass.

Soybean-sized raindrops fell rapidly from a height, crackling and hitting the glass non-stop.

Not long after, the entire window slammed, and all the glass cracked, and the old newspapers stuck to it, under the washing of the rain, dissolved little by little.

coming!

Fujiwara Hoshikora suddenly raised his head, and a misty white figure floated in from the window and gradually took shape in the room.

Through the dim light, the tall and plump body was fully displayed in his sight.

Under the white hat, there is a shawl of black hair, and a round and fleshy face.Wearing a white dress, the shadow of the ravine is very conspicuous and full of temptation. Anyone who comes into contact with her body will be caught and cannot escape.

Further down are the round and plump thighs, which are made voluptuous by white stockings. On the feet are a pair of white strappy heels, which symbolizes the purity of white, but exudes a charming charm.

She looked at the starry sky of Fujiwara, making a "bobobo" sound, and approached little by little.

Every gesture, every frown and smile makes people's blood spurt.

Fujiwara Hoshizora remembered some settings about Hachisha-sama.

In some versions, Hachi-sama represents the god of love. Because of this attribute setting, the image of Hachi-sama is just like the one in front of you. It is clearly a pure white sound, but the most primitive lust is revealed in the eyebrows and eyes. .

The God of Love, where purity and desire are intertwined, Hachisha-sama, she slowly came to Fujiwara Hoshizora and without any unnecessary movements, squatted directly in front of him.

The [-]-meter-tall girl squatted in front of her, feeling as if she was facing a tiger. Fujiwara Xingkong compared it, and her two long legs might be taller than her.

Slowly, Hachisha-sama leaned his upper body slightly.

Fujiwara Xingkong's expression brightened, Hachisha-sama and him looked at each other, showing a kind smile full of coquettishness.

It's really strange, two completely unrelated attributes, flattery and kindness, can make people feel together.
I'm afraid only the eight-foot-sama has this kind of ability in this world.

Fujiwara Hoshizo lay face up on the tatami.

Hachisha-sama's body is like a large human-shaped pillow, extremely soft, and if anyone gets stuck in it, it may be difficult to get out.

Fujiwara Xingkong was in front of her like a child.

Although it was windy and rainy outside, the atmosphere inside the house was peaceful and warm.

but!

"Boom" sound.

There was a ripple in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Sadako with black hair appeared out of thin air.

then
Lady Sadako looked at the pair of people hugging each other in front of her and fell into a state of confusion.

The last time I came out I met Kayako, this time I came out and met the eight-foot girl?

What the hell is this man doing, otherwise, why would he always encounter urban legends!
And
What are the two of them doing?

Ms. Sadako, who was killed without incident, suddenly became overwhelmed, standing there neither moving nor moving.

Say hello, what can I say?It's embarrassing to stand here without opening your mouth, so run away?No, if you run away directly, do you still want my Sadako character?
So angry!
Sadako chopped off her feet and stared resentfully at the man who repeatedly made her ruin her personality.

Fujiwara Hoshizora was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the last time he played the video tape was on the 22nd, and today is the 29th. Counting this, it happens to be the seventh day.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

He thought for a while and decided to break the embarrassment.

Ever since, Miss Sadako saw a bright smile on Fujiwara Hoshikora's face and sincerely extended an invitation to herself.

 Inhumane review, 4900 directly cut 400 words.
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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