Chapter 52 Why are urban legends so cute?

Standing under a seven-story building, Hojo Kyosuke raised his head.

Isn't this the place where he and Sakura just met Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya? So these abnormal people like to get together?

After waiting for a few more minutes, Tomoji Katagiri arrived riding a motorcycle with a backrest over one meter high.

"Chief, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Katagiri Tomoji took out a wooden box from the back seat, held it in both hands and handed it over.

"It's not like that, I'm bothering you so much in the middle of the night." Hojo Kyosuke took the wooden box and opened it casually. Inside was a rolled sword with a black scabbard and a red and black handle.

"Haha, for us Bosozoku, the day has just begun." Tomoshi Katagiri said with a laugh.

Hojo Kyosuke slapped his forehead, it was true that the time when he was a bad person was too short, and his thinking did not change.

"Although it's not a famous sword, it's tough enough. I originally wanted to find the demon sword 'Song of Sin' that appeared in Ikebukuro recently and present it to you, but I didn't have time. But I will definitely find him next week, and then I'll give it to you

Sent to you."

The burly man scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"There's no need to bring it to me, but what does a demon sword mean? Something like Muramasa?" Hojo Kyosuke took the knife in the wooden box in his hand and quickly became familiar with it.

"The demon sword 'Sin Song' has appeared in Shinjuku and Ikebukuro. It is said that the Sin Song can invade human hearts and cut off souls!"

"Not to mention cutting off the soul, it's just an inherent attribute. Invading people's hearts? It's such a familiar setting, Lord Devourer?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"No, it seems to be able to control the people it cuts. A few years ago, I saw a homeless man on the streets of Ikebukuro. His eyes flashed with an ominous red light. He hurt people indiscriminately on the street.

A katana."

"My dear, is Ikebukuro so lively every day?" Hojo Kyosuke asked in surprise.

"No, as long as you don't get close to these urban legends, it's still an ordinary world. These urban legends seem to attract each other, and they all gather together."

"Is that so?"

Hojo Kyousuke looked around, thinking of the strangely powerful Heiwajima Shizuo, and then raised his head, as if he saw the headless knight wearing a cat helmet through the wall.

"You are no longer needed here, go and do your business. As for the knife, just do your best. If you can't find it, don't force it."

Hojo Kyousuke did not refuse Katagiri Tomoji to help him find a knife. Even if he didn't use it, it was better to hold it in his own hands. He didn't want to see a familiar person come to chop him with red eyes one day. It would be too difficult to resist.

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"Then I'll take my leave first and wish you good luck in martial arts." Tomoji Katagiri didn't say much, bowed and left on his motorcycle.

So, let’s go and see who this headless horseman is. Thinking of that explosive figure, Hojo Kyosuke walked into the building.

Looking at the icon in front of the elevator, the first to sixth floors were either cafes or beauty salons offering hair, nails, and makeup. Hojo Kyousuke decisively clicked on the seventh floor, which was the only one left without a sign.

He has already put the knife back into the wooden box. If he goes to someone else's house with the knife, isn't that asking for trouble? He is not that arrogant, after all, his system is not about killing monsters and upgrading.

"Beep~"

Hojo Kyosuke rang the doorbell, with a smile on his face, and his eyes suddenly became extremely gentle.

"Huh? Why would anyone come here at this hour? Are they here to see Silla? But Silla has already gone out to work."

Celty was surprised when he heard the doorbell ringing. Because usually the people who would find this place were the gangsters who came to see the black doctor in Silla. They didn't know how to ring the doorbell, and they would just bang on the door rudely.

She picked up the remote control and paused the cartoon that was playing on the TV. She had just been chased by a traffic police detective, which frightened her so much that she was now watching cartoons to make herself feel better.

Could it be that the traffic police found this place?

Thinking of this, Celty trembled all over, and the traffic police detective's fierce face appeared in front of her eyes again.

Resisting the urge to summon her car and escape through the window, Celty tiptoed to the door and carefully looked out through the peephole.

"So handsome."

Even though it was a distorted picture seen through the peephole, Celty was still immersed in those gentle watery eyes for a moment, and at the same time, her hand opened the door unconsciously.

"Excuse me~"

Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile, and then walked in quickly. When he saw behind the door, there was indeed the Headless Horseman who was wearing a black leather jacket and a cat helmet, and his figure was so good, the smile on his face became even bigger.

After seeing Hojo Kyosuke, Celty suddenly woke up, and then took a few steps back like a frightened rabbit. Then she took out a handheld computer (PAD), moved her fingers quickly, and then handed the screen to Hojo Kyosuke:

"This is magic!"

"ah?"

Hojo Kyosuke didn't know why the other party reacted so suddenly and said this? Also, was it because he couldn't speak because he had no head?

"Why can't I control myself when I see your eyes and open the door for you? You must have used magic!"

Celty typed again.

"How do I know this? Maybe you just think that I am a trustworthy person."

Saying that, Hojo Kyosuke smiled softly again.

"Ah, this is it! Eyes that will make you fall in love whenever you see it!"

Celty typed a little faster, and her excitement could be seen from her movements.

"Do we have to stand here and chat?" Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head and indicated his position.

"Ah, sorry, wait a moment."

Celty quickly finished typing, then opened a cabinet at the entrance and rummaged through things.

Looking at the other party's modalities, Hojo Kyosuke found it very interesting. Glass would not have written such things at that time. Hojo Kyosuke was surprisingly able to imagine a non-existent tone full of rashness from the other party's actions.

"Since no guests will come, there are only disposable slippers."

Celty knelt down and placed a pair of brand new paper slippers in front of Hojo Kyosuke. As for Hojo Kyosuke, his attention was instantly attracted by the rift valley between the mountains. Fortunately, Celty didn't notice.

"Thanks."

After putting on his slippers, Hojo Kyousuke followed Celty to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Tea, please."

Although she didn't know who Kyousuke Hojo was, since she had already entered the door, Celty still treated him according to the etiquette of human society.

"Thank you. By the way, my name is Hojo Kyosuke. I still don't know your name?"

"Celty Strülson"

Did he actually say his real name without warning? Hojo Kyousuke had learned Celty's name from the system before, and now he was just making up for this step.

Moreover, is she still a foreigner? Is she really the Headless Horseman in Ireland? Hojo Kyousuke thought to himself as he looked at the other party's cat helmet.

"Hojo-kun, um, who are you here for?" Celty typed.

"Just call me Kyosuke, so I can also call you Selti." Hojo Kyosuke closed the distance in one step from the previous address.

"That's rude, Kyosuke, are you here to find Silla?"

"Silla? I don't know him. I just saw you on the road and wanted to know about the urban legends of Ikebukuro." Hojo Kyosuke said frankly.

"You're not a ghost hunter, are you?"

Celty was shocked when she heard Hojo Kyosuke's words. She sat on the sofa and backed away. At the same time, black particles like mist began to emit from her body. She didn't stop typing until she retreated to the armrest of the sofa.

"No! As I said, I just want to get to know you."

Hojo Kyosuke was at a loss for words. He was so honest, so why would the other party be frightened like this? Explain to me, your behavior is completely inconsistent with your status as an urban legend!

"Then what's in your box?" Celty typed.

"Um, this..."

Damn it. Before I came here, I had no idea that this inhuman headless horseman had such a good character. Carrying weapons would actually make it a success or failure.

"That's a weapon used to deal with me, right? You must be the traffic police detective specially invited to deal with me, right?"

While Celty was typing, the black particles on his body shot up into the sky like a blowout. In just a few seconds, the entire living room was covered in black mist.

"Calm down, calm down, I'm definitely not a ghost hunter, let alone one invited by the traffic police."

Although those black particles looked ominous and dangerous, Hojo Kyousuke did not try to pick up a knife to defend himself. Because through these few minutes of getting along, he had confirmed that Celty was a kind and lawful existence.

As an urban legend, I won’t talk about the ghost hunters. It seems that I am even more afraid of the traffic police to the point of mental breakdown.
Chapter completed!