Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Tokyo, Setagaya Ward.

A group of people with political ideals and aspirations gathered together. These old men are still wounded. Last night, the gust of wind like a knife attacked the surrounding people indiscriminately. If Xiao Q was a little bit murderous, let alone the old men. , a small block will be turned into **** on earth by the wind.

After going to the hospital and dressing up, these old men were all alive again, in groups of three or five and others describing what happened last night. It was bizarre, coupled with the memories of drunkenness, it sounded like a drunkard's imagination.

But looking at the unanimous descriptions of this group of people, as well as the cut wounds on their bodies, there is no reason for others to believe.

And when they looked at the handsome monk again, the eyes of the crowd were nothing but adoration like a deity.

No matter which old man tells the story, the monk is a key role.

"There must be a Buddha in the master's body, and evil spirits cannot be invaded."

The content of the tea party was originally to discuss organizational activities, but the central topic has changed. Speaking of which, these elderly people are not all motivated by political aspirations. Many people are only afraid of old age and loneliness, so they gather with their peers.

And a good political group seems to be developing in another way, and monks can't afford these adoring eyes.

If you really memorize the setting of Buddha's reincarnation, isn't that insulting the gods and Buddhas? This is disrespectful to God.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the monk didn't know whether he should defend himself or not.

Out of fear of getting worse and worse, the monk was cautious and didn't dare to say more, but in the eyes of others, it was an unfathomable performance.

The tea party turned into a rainbow fart praising the monk.

"Eh."

Going back to the rental house to open the medicine box, I have a headache thinking of the old people's rainbow fart monk.

This old-fashioned apartment is rented by an old layman for free to a monk. The other party is an old man from the Northland. He is kind-hearted and devout in the gods and Buddhas. Of course, the most important thing is to live a prosperous life. rental cost of the house.

"hiss."

Tearing off the bandage to reveal the wound, the monk grinned in pain.

The pain from a split fingernail can be far worse than a cut on the skin, and even lightly applying medicine to the wound can provoke a tingling in the brain.

"When did the night in Tokyo become so terrifying, could it be that this kind of monster is attacking the homeless?" The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead, recalling last night's scene with pain, "If they were preyed on by this kind of monster, they would have died before they died. What fear and pain must have been experienced."

What worried the monk the most was the government's movements. He knew that there should be intelligence agencies monitoring him, but in the face of monsters that appeared on the streets, the government still did not respond, or did the government already know the truth about the disappearance of the homeless person? There is nothing more sloppy than this.

The small room is very humid, and even if it is no longer stuffy since autumn, it will inevitably make people feel uncomfortable after living for a long time.

There is a spider weaving a web in a corner of the wall, and flying insects flapping a fan not far away. The spiders quietly weave traps, orderly waiting for their prey to automatically arrive at the door. Under the competition of countless years, the earth has evolved a variety of strange hunting methods.

However, the spider soon became restless, and it felt that there were many more uninvited guests on its trap.

"Squeak."

Little black bug.

Numerous black worms that suddenly appeared on the wall climbed onto the cobwebs.

The little black worms that can easily be stuck by the spider webs do not pose any threat, but the number of little black worms seen by the numerous compound eyes is so large that the spider doubts itself. One black worm is stuck, and then another one follows. Countless black insects kept marching forward on the corpses of the same kind, and they completed their set goals without emotion.

Even among the icy insects and arthropods, the ruthlessness of this group of black creatures has reached a new level.

Biological instinct warns spiders that these black bugs are not to be messed with.

He directly fired spider silk from his **** to hang himself, and the spider from his heart swayed to the ground.

However, there are still a lot of black bugs on the ground!

"Um?"

The monk also noticed the numerous black worms on the ground, like a candy bar on the floor of the room, attracting the worms to rush forward one after another.

So many bugs... You should pay more attention in your life, so as not to accidentally step on and kill these little beings.

"horizontal?"

Left wood and right yellow.

But the black worms on the ground suddenly had a wonderful change, and they were connected end to end to form a Chinese character with complex and beautiful strokes.

Yokosuka.

The words composed of black insects jumped into the monk's eyes. He couldn't care to think about the wonders of these insects. The characters of Yokosuka quickly collapsed, and the kana and Chinese characters formed by countless insects formed a complete sentence.

Like a bug book.

In ancient times such miracles were enough to assemble a peasant uprising.

"tramp……"

"……experiment"

"the truth……"

The insect book pieced together the complete information, all of which were included in the monk's mind.

The monk clenched his fists, and the cracked nails fell off completely under the force.

The black worms on the ground spread out after revealing the 'truth' in front of the monk, as if the worm book just now was just an illusion presented by the eyes.

The monk put his hands on the ground, lowered his body, put his face close to the ground and asked, "Who are you?"

But the black worm ignored the monk's words and walked towards the same place under the command of the 'Centre'.

The direction of the black worm is the stove that the monk has just opened, and the simple meal that is to be eaten tonight is still stewed in the pot.

"Squeak."

The worms rushed to the fire one after another, and died in the blink of an eye. A worm was insignificant, but the juice burst from the clumps of worms almost extinguished the fire.

"What the **** is going on?"

Even for tiny bugs, this scene of dying together caused goosebumps all over the monk's body.

But the monk's mind is now in a mess, and he didn't think to stop this tragic behavior.

It doesn't matter who is controlling the black bugs behind the scenes, and it doesn't matter how you know your identity. What matters is whether the news is true or false?

It took a lot of time to remind himself, and he said it carefully. The monk didn't think that any supernatural being would be so idle and play tricks. As for reminding himself whether it was out of good intentions, or what conspiracy and tricks he was hiding, it didn't matter.

What matters is how much filth is hidden in this world if the information is true.

"In Kanagawa..."

The pot on the stove was boiling, and the cooked food inside was overflowing.

"squeak!!"

The liquefied water vapor and oil flowed down the outer wall from the top of the lid, completely dousing the fire, but the collective suicide of the black worms had already been completed, and there was no fly ash burned. Putting out the stove fire at this time would be considered a remedy for the dead. not on.

"Ding Dong!!"

In the shrill chirping of steam, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ding Dong!!!"

Under the attack of two sharp voices, the monk recovered from the darkness and stood up abruptly from the ground.

"Hello……"

Pushing open the door, a group of government personnel stood in the aisle.

"Hello." Shiroshima Kiyomi said straight to the point, "We are staff of the Office of Supernatural Affairs."

The staff of the Office of Occults put their hands in front of them, with smiles on their faces, amiable and amiable like salespeople in a good mall, not a violent agency that represents the will of the state.

On the side, there is also the star employee Shirataka Yuki who frequently appears on TV: "Hello, Master! I'm Shirataka Yuki, the one who often appears on TV shows!"

After speaking, Bai Tian Yuuki showed his snow-white teeth, and the smile on his face was so sweet.

………………

"I'm so **** off!" Bai Tian Yuji sat in the back row of the car sullenly, with a mechanized smile on her face all the time in the room, "Why is this great monk so bad tempered."

With the character of a monk, of course, there is no anger, but his frosty face has not melted from the beginning to the end, and he is also indifferent in the face of the government's "recruitment".

He put his hot face on his cold butt, and fed the dog with enthusiasm.

As if they were salesmen standing on the side of the road trying to buy and sell, selling non-stick pans and cutting boards.

And any normal citizen who hears the visit of the Office of the Supernatural must be trembling and unable to control himself.

"This is not the same as your character on TV." Shimoshima Kiyomi didn't care, a heart had long been exercised by the complicated work to be extremely rough.

If the supernatural can be recruited with just a few words, then the position of the Occult Department can simply be recruited from the Osaka aunt.

"Senior, there are scripts on TV. How can I be such a silly and sweet character." Shirata Yuuki was still used to calling Shiroshima Kiyomi the class leader.

Those variety shows are really stupid enough to let themselves meet passers-by, and what kind of simulation would they react when they encounter extraordinary people suddenly, but such scripts are still very popular, and they are striding towards the line of super popular public figures. developing.

Bai Tian Yuuki has a very clear understanding of himself, and he is indeed the power of the country. It is not too simple to make a person popular.

"Let's report it. Our first contact failed. At present, it seems that he has no plans to cooperate with us at all... Is it natural hatred of the government from the past, or something happened recently?"

Analyzing from the data, the monk is just a idiot with a single tendon~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It is only a natural move to attack the imperial palace or something. It is not an opponent who really hates the government wholeheartedly, but today's reaction is really strange.

No matter what, the disgust he showed towards his group was too much.

He didn't even bring out basic tea to entertain his group.

When facing the monk's gloomy face, Shiroshima Kiyomi's heart told the truth with a little panic. The monk is very likely to be extraordinary, and if he angers the other party, he will die instantly.

Fortunately, although the other party's mood was wrong, he didn't do anything crazy. After all, he was a member of Buddhism, and his personality was not too arrogant.

"Senior, your phone number."

Shiroshima Kiyomi was thinking about things, but didn't notice that the phone in her pocket was ringing. After Bai Tian's reminder, she picked up the phone and wrinkled her brows to kill a little mouse.

"My grandson Liang?"