I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Sousuke Araki, who had always been a dormitory, came out to rent a house for the first time, and found a bitter truth.

To throw out the trash, you actually have to join the town meeting first.

The Chouchi Association, which has only been heard in the news, is the self-governing organization of residents in traditional neighborhoods, responsible for maintaining the surrounding environment and organizing cultural exchanges among residents.

After joining the association, not only do you have to pay a membership fee of about 1,000 yen per month, but also regularly participate in meaningful activities such as picking up trash and reading books with your grandpa and grandma.

Araki Sosuke, who is too troublesome and has no money, naturally refused to join.

Then he discovered that the garbage disposal point near the house was actually in charge of maintenance and control by the town.

Those who did not join the association used to throw rubbish, although they would not be rejected, but because they did not pay the membership fee, they would be attacked with contemptuous eyes by grandpa and grandma every time.

Moreover, the time for garbage disposal is limited to 6 to 8 in the morning. For Sosuke Araki, who works at night for a long time, it is tantamount to a prohibited time.

Therefore, he was forced to go out in the middle of the night to commit a "criminal act."

When Araki Sosuke was pitying himself, Fumiya and Shota, who were out of breath, sat back in the car and stared at him fiercely.

"This guy is simply the dregs of the bottom of society. I will report it tomorrow..."

Shota complained dissatisfiedly.

This guy ran so far in the middle of the night just to throw garbage illegally, causing the two of them to sweat, and they were still panting in the car at the moment.

At this moment, someone lightly knocked on the window of the driver's seat where the valley was.

She is a beautiful woman wearing a red jacket, white skirt, and a mask.

"Nearby residents? Are you disturbing others?"

I was busy panting just now, Wen Gu had not had time to take off the psychic glasses on his face.

Just glanced, his hand that was about to press the car window hovered in the air.

"Senior, what's the matter, let me go down and explain to her?"

Just when Shota was about to get out of the car and explain to the woman that he was not a suspicious person in order to avoid attracting the target's attention, Wen Gu grabbed his hand tightly.

At the same time, Wen Gu's thumb gently scratched on the back of his hand.

What's wrong with Senior? Does he have that kind of hobby? Should I refuse...

Shota turned his head around in a wild thought, and found that Wen Gu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He reacted for the first time, and the seemingly interesting tap on the back of his hand was Morse's code.

The repeated rhythm converged into three words in his heart.

Rip female.

The existence of bizarre level two.

Unlike the resentful spirits that are born after death, weirdness is born from the obsession of "believing in existence" and "recognizing" in the human heart, and uses resentment as a powerful existence for energy activities.

The resentful spirit acts with distorted thinking, while the weird has its own relatively mechanical rules of action.

However, within its rules of action, weirdness is an extremely powerful existence.

Ordinary people who are not familiar with its rules of action are difficult to resist. Even elite agents who know how to break the rules need to have the ability to actually execute them to break the game.

Moreover, in theory, as long as the power of "belief" and "recognition" in people's hearts is immortal, the weirdness is extremely difficult to be eliminated, and even if it is eliminated, there is a possibility of rebirth.

Therefore, the ninth lesson for the weird policy is to avoid frontal confrontation before figuring out the rules, and at the same time use sealing as the main method.

I don't know why, in the past year or so, there have been case reports in various places in Tokyo.

The legend of [Splitting Girl] originated in Japan in the 1980s, and then spread like a virus in most campuses.

The slit girl is a woman with long hair and wearing a mask. She will ask people she meets "Am I pretty?"

If the answer is beautiful, she will uncover the open cover, revealing the blood basin cracked to the root of her ears and ask the other party again.

If the answer is not pretty, she will take out the scissors and cut the other person's mouth to be as "pretty" as hers.

On the 2CH forum, there have been heated discussions about how to answer the question of the rift girl, and there are hundreds of versions.

However, the thick stack of files stored in the ninth lesson cruelly proved that for decades, no matter how people answered, most of them could not escape the fate of being cut apart by that big mouth.

Putting on the spy glasses on his forehead, Shota looked at the woman again.

Resentment is presented in the form of strands of black air in the glasses. The more resentment exists, the stronger it is.

Ordinary resentful spirits are often surrounded by only a few black qi.

And at this moment, the black energy that was too strong to dissolve was lingering around the woman.

Shota immediately subconsciously touched the weapon on his waist.

"The other party has no further signs of movement, and can't provoke the other party. The recorded maximum movement speed of the woman is 30 meters per second. Beyond this speed, we still have the possibility of surviving... fasten our seat belts."

Wen Gu gave him such a quick command, then rolled down the car window, revealing the iconic honest smile of the Japanese uncle: "What can I do for you?"

Perhaps it was the reason why the car windows were short after all. The woman bowed slightly, tucked her hair, revealing a trace of a gully on her chest, and asked them with style, "Am I... beautiful?"

It seems to be just a street girl in the red light district who strikes up a conversation on the side of the road.

Here comes the rules of action of the rift girl, a question that has no correct answer!

Upon hearing this proposition, the air in the car instantly solidified.

At this moment, Shota's expression was stiff, and he dared not express himself. He admired the senior who could still squeeze a smile.

Wen Gu squeezed the handbrake with sweaty palms, took a deep breath, and replied indiscriminately: "Very...the whole is pretty pretty but the details are not pretty..."

Hearing this answer, the woman was shocked, then gently lifted her hair, and slowly unmasked the opening.

Sure enough, no matter what the answer is, the other party will always follow the "process".

"Then look at me like this..."

Just when Shota had vaguely seen the dark red blood scabs at the base of the opponent's ears, Wen Gu slammed down the accelerator severely...

With the roar of the engine, the entire Toyota car was "ejected" from the parking lot like a running wild horse, disappearing into a quiet alley with charred exhaust gas.

The rift girl who stayed in place, with a huge black scissors in her hand, started to move in the direction of the two.

At this moment, a man's frivolous voice interrupted her movement: "Ah, isn't this Miss Sawada? Did you just get off work? Would you like to drink milk?"

Sosuke Araki, wearing flip-flops, shorts and a T-shirt, walked towards her with a friendly smile on his face and holding milk.

Sosuke Araki was attracted by the roar of the huge engine.

As a runaway fan, he subconsciously praised the opponent's superb starting skills through the roar.

Then he turned his head and found Miss Zetian standing pretty in the middle of the parking lot.

Before he approached with a cheeky face, Miss Sawada bowed to him very gracefully in the same place, turned back and walked back to the apartment quickly.

"Eh, did you scare me away again? Damn it, you should wear long sleeves to go out..."

Looking down at his bare arms and legs with unclear runes, the frustrated Sosuke Araki accidentally squeezed the box of milk in his hand, and white liquid spurted out.

In other words, Ms. Sawada, who is picked up by a black car and always comes back late at night, is engaged in a profession such as "calling on the phone".

I don't know if the neighbors have discounts.

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