Why are there only loser heroines around me?

The female companion brought by Arthur, named Anne Hathaway, had a very faint scent of perfume on her body, which floated in front of Yanami's nose, making her cheeks flush unconsciously. To be honest... a child from an ordinary family like her still couldn't adapt to the environment here. In addition to the auction items, there were also several model girls wearing high-cut cheongsams standing in front of the stands. Their white thighs made people's hearts itch.

Every time someone held up a sign on the platform, lights would focus on them from all directions, and the face of the person holding the sign would be completely exposed under the spotlight. Arthur and Ukyoto were very calm about the lights, as if they had adapted to it countless times, like senior American politicians who had to face the flashing of cameras several times a week.

And the environment here...

The Chinese-style ceiling is so exaggeratedly high that the host’s voice can be heard even without a microphone.

The walls were painted with "Flying Apsaras" and "Yongle Palace-style relief paintings"... She thought the murals here were very rare. When she just came out of the bathroom, she couldn't help but brush the walls with her wet fingers.

But except for her, no one here cares about the murals. They don't even care that much about the items. Before the items they want come on the market, they just chat casually in their respective social circles. Money is like cold numbers to these people, and the items may just be toys that they buy out of interest. This toy may not even be bought for themselves, but to please the wives who accompany them or the temporary girlfriends they bring to save face.

All in all, although Yanami felt uncomfortable and a little timid, the wrist she held up the sign did not tremble.

"4500w."

She said the number coldly, without any fluctuation in her voice.

The moment Yanami's voice echoed from the second-floor podium, everyone's attention was drawn to her. To bid so high, anyone, unless they were amateurs, must possess considerable financial resources. 4500 million yuan was nothing to her, and she didn't mind being the one to pay the auctioneer back.

Secondly, this particular voice sounded incredibly childish. Someone's daughter wasn't sure who she was. When the spotlight shone on her, everyone realized she was just an ordinary-looking girl with blue hair, but her features held a natural exquisiteness. Only her graceful eyes, azure like the sky, were exposed. Her hair was tied high in a bun with a long black string.

She stood behind the railing. On her left was a funny-looking British man wearing a hip-hop coat. On her right was a handsome young man who sat upright in a chair without moving, with his eyes lowered, looking like a king dominating the event.

Everyone suddenly realized that the girl who looked like a schoolgirl was probably bidding for someone else, and the one who really wanted the knife should be the nonchalant boy.

The arrogant "Bruce Wayne" on the opposite side seemed to have suddenly lost his temper and stopped bidding for a long time.

"So it's just a rip-off." Arthur pouted. "Don't be afraid. If someone offers again, I'll support you. I made a lot of US dollars in Chicago. If converted into RMB, a small aid of 20 million should not be a problem for you."

However, no one in the entire venue raised the price.

A woman sitting in a box half-raised a sign but then shook her head and put it down.

Youjing suddenly felt a little painful. It was said that Mingfei only spent 4500 million to buy the Seven Deadly Sins in Chicago. Yanaijian spent 4500 million but only bought a sword. He hoped that this sword would be worth the money. It would be best if it could kill a few great monsters in the world before breaking it. Otherwise, it would be really unfair to his million.

However, Ukyo reconsidered that his junior brother spent US dollars in Chicago, while Yanami spent RMB in China. After converting the exchange rate, 4500 million would be acceptable.

"It's so exciting."

Yanami patted her chest and forced herself to calm down. When she said 4500w, her legs were a little unsteady, especially when she had to imitate that indifferent tone that seemed indifferent to money to confuse her opponent.

Her report of 4500w was actually a bit lacking in confidence, and the number 4500 was not even a round number. She was really afraid that someone would force it up to 5000w, so she might as well be bolder from the beginning and increase it directly to 5000w.

Fortunately, the little bit of saving of 500 million yuan really worked, and the 4500 million yuan also shocked those who wanted to bid.

"I can't wait for the Bugatti car show tonight, Jing, what's your budget for tonight?"

"3000 million." You Jing said, "Bugatti doesn't command a premium these days. If 4 million is still not enough, I'll just go to the Mercedes-Benz dealership on the Second Ring Road and ask for a Maybach. The Bugatti should just find its rightful owner."

Volume 128: Chapter 4 Is He Really a Genius? (5k)

After one hour.

Yanami was holding a sandalwood knife box with the "Laobaixing" logo printed on the inside of the flap. She asked Ukyo what the name meant, and Ukyo looked like he wanted to complain but didn't know how to start.

"It's just a very old name for an auction. It might have been popular during the Qing Dynasty, but it's quite unfashionable now."

earth?

It’s hard to imagine that such a high-end and luxurious auction venue would use an old-fashioned name. Even if it’s old-fashioned, couldn’t it be changed to something more trendy?

"You don't understand," said Old Arthur, an expert on China. "The more earthy the auction house's name, the more authoritative it is. Just like wine becomes more fragrant the older it is, dried tangerine peel becomes better the older it is, Pu'er tea tastes better the longer it is stored, and honey only becomes more nutritious if its active enzymes develop naturally over time."

Yanami never knew why Arthur, a veteran exorcist, knew so much knowledge that had nothing to do with the supernatural, just like she never knew in what situations Ukyo, who could laugh, would laugh.

... ...

night....

pm:6:00.

It’s not dark at six o’clock on weekdays, but the days in Beijing are very short in winter, and it’s completely dark at six o’clock.

Bugatti's auto show is held at the International Convention and Exhibition Center within the Second Ring Road. Beijing is still congested at six o'clock, so Kurosawa is not available in Beijing.

Yanami breathed on the glass and drew a smiling heart face on the fogged glass.

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She could not see the Christmas atmosphere in Beijing. There were no Christmas trees on the streets and no Christmas-related decorations. Only occasionally could she see reindeer and Santa Claus pasted on the windows of a few restaurants.

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Ukyo and Arthur got out of their respective cars and stood on the narrow road between the two cars, trying to squeeze forward to see what had caused the traffic jam.

There was a subway station about 500 meters ahead. Police cars and ambulances were passing by on the emergency lane, but all traffic in the vicinity seemed to be paralyzed. He only saw the ambulance going in, but no car going out.

Yanami turned on the traffic broadcast, which only said that a "sudden supernatural incident" had occurred near Line 1 and that the road would be clear in an hour, but he didn't know what the incident was specifically about.

Arthur lit a cigarette outside the car window. He habitually asked Youjing if he wanted one. This was the soft cigarette he bought when he just got off the plane.

Ukyo politely declined.

He asked Arthur why he came to Beijing, as he had not bought anything at the auction.

"I have a grand plan." Arthur took a deep puff of his cigarette, and Youjing felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Yanami rolled down the car window and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two amid the anxious honking of car horns.

"Recently, Beijing media has been frequently reporting on a 'TV ghost murder case,' which is said to have affected over 20 people. This ghost is very difficult to deal with because it can move in and out of the TV. Even after residents discover the ghost and report it, neither the police nor the local exorcist can arrive in time."

"The female ghost takes a lot of time to kill people, and after killing people, she can immediately escape through the TV. No exorcist can teleport, so there is no way to deal with it."

Yanai's eyes twitched when she saw this in the car. "Isn't that Shancun Jinzi? Why is he in Beijing?"

"Don't Japan have a lot of 'outsiders'?" Ukyo said. "The location of a fictional creature like Sadako's appearance has nothing to do with nationality, but rather their local fame. China has a population of 14 billion, so ghosts that are niche in other countries may be popular here. Besides, Miss Yamamura Sadako isn't a very well-known ghost."

At this point, Ukyo looked at Arthur with a strange look in his eyes.

He thought of a possibility. Although human sexual preferences are free, he cannot, or at least should not... And Arthur is a native British. His aesthetic taste should not be biased towards Sadako Yamamura, right?

That thing has no breasts or buttocks, and it doesn't look like what normal humans like, but Ukyo knows that there are many books by Sadako Yamamura and 3D-rendered pornographic films on certain pornographic websites.

"What are you looking at?" Arthur took two steps back, feeling that the other person was looking at him as a pervert.

"I did come here for Sadako, but I don't have any dirty thoughts about Miss Yamamura Sadako. I came up with a business plan that's sure to make money. Fictional creatures like Yamamura Sadako from the "ghost series" can be firmly suppressed by your Chinese Tianshi's Soul Binding Chain. My goal is to use the Soul Binding Chain to make Miss Sadako obey my orders!"

"Then...."

Arthur smiled ghostly.

"I can control Yamamura Sadako to deliver the express!"

"I've already applied for a company! Let's call it Sadako Express! It's a great gimmick, and it'll easily attract a group of curious customers in the early stages of the company's establishment."

Ukyo: "..."

Yanami: “…”

People can't speak when they are speechless. They look at each other as if they are looking at fools, but this business plan seems to be really feasible.

Sadako can move between various monitors at an extremely fast speed. If she were to do express delivery, one could be worth ten, at least one could be worth a thousand. She could easily support a company by herself, and there was no cost. She didn't need to pay salaries or feed them. All she needed was Arthur to ensure that the soul-binding chain wouldn't break.

Is he really a genius?

Yanaijian, who was sitting in the car, heard the traffic radio host's voice suddenly change -

"Attention all psychic practitioners located near Gulou Street on Subway Line 2. The law enforcement team has successfully established a large demon-suppressing formation at Gulou Street Station. However, due to the excessive number of monitors at Gulou Street Station and insufficient manpower within the law enforcement team, the Beijing Exorcism Bureau is now soliciting volunteers from psychic practitioners near Gulou Street Station 2. Interested individuals are requested to quickly proceed to the subway line to assist in restoring traffic order..."

"What does it say here?" Yanai asked.

"We have to go to Line 2." Youjing picked up his bone knife from the passenger seat, then looked up at the congested traffic and said with a frown, "Let's go on the roof!"

A few people jumped onto the roof of the car.

Some ordinary car owners had just heard the traffic broadcast, and then a "bang" sound was heard on the roof of their car, and a large shoe print appeared on the roof.

If you hear continuous "dong dong dong", then congratulations, your car has been selected by multiple exorcists at the same time.

Ukyo and Arthur would say nothing and show no expression when passing by private cars, but Yanami would smile at them when she saw children sitting in the car. If the car window was open, she would take out a sour candy given by the waiter at the auction from her pocket and throw it to the children. It was used to stop vomiting, but it tasted very good.

.......

Christmas.

subway station.

Emergency.

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All these familiar factors combined made Youjing feel a little unhappy. He wondered if he really couldn't break the Christmas curse?

When the three of them were "touching water" on the roof of the car, tiny snowflakes fell from the sky. Yanami stretched out her fingertips and touched a snowflake. The cold touch made her immediately put her hand into her sleeve. The snow in Beijing is different from the snow in Toyohashi. It is extremely cold and can freeze your bones. No wonder there are four-character idioms such as "bone-piercing cold" and "ice-cold" in ancient China.

.......

...

Although the traffic jam above the subway station is very annoying, the overall weather is peaceful. The snow falls silently. As long as you are not a driver, it is actually quite pleasant.

But it's a completely different story underneath the subway station.

All the lit LED screens seemed to be playing the same movie. These advanced devices were obviously not old, but they often short-circuited and produced some crackling ripples. The corridor was very quiet. The original subway passengers seemed to have been evacuated by local law enforcement officers long ago, and other subways would no longer stop at this station.

The entire Tanggulou Street Station was pitch black. It was unclear whether it was intentional by the law enforcement team or if Sadako Yamamura had cut off the power lines.

In the pitch-black environment, the light is occasionally illuminated by the reflection of the screen, and then quickly dims. When walking in the subway station, no one would ever realize that if there is no light, this is actually a huge, intricate black corridor, going up and down, which is enough to be a first-class horror movie set, which makes people feel cold in their hearts.

"what--"

A social volunteer who came in with several others bumped into Sadako face to face when passing by a screen. This was a famous demon hunting operation. The opponent's method was very simple, but the problem was that you had no way of predicting which screen Sadako would appear from. It could be the display in the middle of the subway station, or the small square screen on the electronic ticket machine.

The social volunteer seemed to be giving it a try, hoping that maybe he could fight Sadako. But when Sadako really got close to him, he was so frightened that he couldn't react in time. A pair of invisible hands strangled his neck, and with a whimper, his head fell down with great force and he died in an instant.

"Everyone, hold one screen!" an unfamiliar female voice came over the subway station's announcement. "Besides entering and exiting the screen, this Sadako's only abilities are immense physical strength and a three-second inertia. Its purpose is simple: to kill."

"I'm Ren Xin, captain of the Falcon Law Enforcement Squad. First of all, thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules. However, I don't want anyone to die just yet. Exorcists, please be vigilant. Although its abilities aren't strong, it's not a demon that can be easily killed."

Arthur glanced at the poor guy who had just been killed and said to Ukyo beside him, "I have a demon-binding rope. Once you two catch Sadako, we can run away. I'll let you invest in my startup. How about that?"

"Okay, okay!" Yanami agreed immediately, but Ukyo didn't care about it. Sadako had committed many crimes in the country. According to the rules here, she must be sent to some kind of prison that specializes in detaining supernatural creatures. It is impossible to let Arthur take her away for labor reform. If she is arrested by force, he might be detained by customs at the airport.

"Brother, I'm from the 112 office, nice to meet you." A man in a suit came over to talk. He and Youjing got off the subway from the same exit. As soon as he came in, he stared at a display and took out a Nepalese sword with an inscription on it from his arms.

But this did not stop him from chatting with other people present.

When Ukyo ignored him, he turned his gaze towards Yanami.

"A little girl at such a young age is working out here?"

"Hey~! Your knife is so beautiful!"

Yanaijian wanted to warn the stranger to be careful, but before she could say anything, she saw the LED billboard she was guarding suddenly light up. A wisp of black mist in the air rippled, and hair-thin gossamer threads shot out from the billboard! Yanaijian unsheathed the Dragon Bird she had just picked up. A ray of golden light suddenly illuminated the dim underground. She cut off a large tuft of black gossamer threads, which seemed to be Sadako's hair!

"Who said she only has immense strength and a weakened body? The information was wrong! Her hair can also attack!"

Yanaimi spoke.

But the next moment, she saw the man in a suit who had just spoken to her fall down while holding his neck and whimpering. On the monitor behind him, a hunchbacked woman in a school uniform appeared and licked the blood between her fingers. Her eyes were blood red, and the resentment that ghosts love the most was constantly growing in them.

When they went to Tokyo, "Yuan" had given her some knowledge. Resentment is the root of the power of ghosts. The unwillingness that people feel at the moment of death is almost the strongest resentment in the world. There is basically no weak ghost that kills many people.

Even though it may be weak in its original legend, even a kappa that is about to die of thirst can evolve into abilities comparable to those of a great demon after killing hundreds of people.

Yanami was thinking that the Beijing authorities' intelligence was wrong. How could this thing be killed by guarding the monitor? Wouldn't it be like feeding Sadako's mouth to let those ordinary psychic practitioners guard the screen?

As soon as this thought popped up in her mind, Ukyo threw the bone knife in his hand towards its neck. Sadako's body quickly became ethereal, and the bone knife missed, shattering the screen of the vending machine, with crackling flames splashing.

Ukyo pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, as if wanting to provide a little light in the dark environment.

Yanami wanted to say "no." If Sadako could travel through screens, wouldn't pulling out her phone be like giving herself away? She thought to herself that Ukyo might not realize this, that the phone could also be a medium for Sadako to move.

But Yanami forgets that Ukyo's phone is not an ordinary phone.

Sadako was shocked to see that this human was so foolish as to take out his cell phone and try to click on the flashlight icon. He was so stupid. At such a close distance, she could easily crush his neck.

"Be careful!" Yanai just remembered to remind him.

But the moment Sadako sneaked into the phone, she immediately realized that something was wrong, because there came from the phone an extremely shrill scream that was obviously not something that could come from a human mouth.

At this moment, Sadako, trapped in Ukyo's mobile phone, was extremely miserable. First, her blood-red eyes were splashed by acid, and then a thin sword suddenly pierced her back spine, and finally a cat's claw flashing with fluorescent light scratched her face, leaving three bloody marks.

What kind of phone is this?

Frustrated, Sadako quickly retreated, wanting to choose the nearest machine for repair.