I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

When Sosuke Araki reached the rooftop, Yu Mayumi Kotori was standing alone in the hallway outside the classroom, looking up at the ceiling above.

On the ceiling, a man dressed as a worker is sitting, and his hands are constantly repeating repairs.

"In the evening, some students occasionally see workers repairing the ceiling corridors. It should be right here."

According to Mayumi Toriyuki's judgment, this worker should have had an accident while repairing the suspended ceiling, so he became an earthbound spirit, repeating his behavior during his lifetime.

This kind of ground-bound spirit obsession is extremely strong, difficult to communicate, and is most easily transformed into a resentful spirit.

It is precisely because of his existence that the ceiling of this corridor always collapses, and it has hit students and teachers.

"Sorry, I don't have the cultivation base of Mr. Araki for the time being that can make you a Buddha."

After saying this, Yu Mayumi Torii took out the talisman paper in his hand and began to cast the spell.

"In the name of the goddess Ji Ming, wipe away the darkness in front of you."

The light blue spiritual power ignited on the talisman, and it flew straight to the ghost dressed up by the worker.

As the blue spirit power burned, the worker's earth bound spirit howled in pain, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

"After the lights are turned off, will there be a study room where the girl is crying? It's on the fifth floor..."

After the deing was completed, Mayumi Bird took out his mobile phone to illuminate the notebook and looked through it, and continued to walk towards the depths of the corridor.

...

"Whee……"

Behind the water tower, there was a slightly suppressed chuckle from the woman.

A woman in a red dress is straddling a man in a suit.

"Ah, don't get there, it's itchy..."

"Let me check, do you wear today..."

"Didn't you stipulate that people are not allowed to wear it...Don't move like this, I will become strange..."

The man's hand was reaching under the hem of the woman's skirt and in front of her chest, doing indescribable movements.

The man who was originally intoxicated suddenly found the bottom edge of the water tower platform. At some point, a half golden airplane head appeared like a potted plant...

A pair of squinted eyes under the nose of the plane stared at the movements of the two of them with no expressions.

Reminiscent of some strange rumors in the school recently, the man's back suddenly chilled, and he pushed the woman away in a panic.

"What's the matter?" The woman got up if she felt lost, and followed the man's gaze.

"This guy is peeping!"

The man stepped forward and pointed to Sousuke Araki who was hanging from the bottom of the water tower platform, squinting his eyes, and the elder in the crowd said.

"Oh, don't care about me as an old man, two of you continue, continue..."

Maintaining the monkey-like wretched expression, Sosuke Araki waved his palm like Obasan.

"It's really disappointing..."

After being so troubled by Araki, the couple who sneaked in for excitement while there was no one at school at night, also left dingy.

After the two left, Araki Sosuke sat carelessly next to the water tower and lit the cigarette in his hand.

"Huh...it's so quiet, during this gang time, wait until the witch is almost done."

When he was in high school, he also liked to smoke behind the rooftop water tower, sitting here at the moment, still full of miss.

From this position, you can see the whole picture of the teaching building in front.

Out of the corner of Araki Sosuke's eyes, he seemed to see a figure standing in the dark window on the fifth floor.

But when he took a closer look, there was nothing left.

...

"Wow."

Toriyu Mayumi pushed open the door of the dark library room, and what came out was the unique ink smell of printed matter.

According to the information provided by Yuanchuan Shuren, a female voice in this library was smashed by a collapsed bookshelf when the lights were turned off and left.

Since then, patrolling school workers have often heard crying in the library at night.

It's not that Yuma Yumaki had to turn on the lights all the way, but in the dark, her inspiration is easier to capture the existence of the spirit body.

The library is not big, she walked around quickly, and found no abnormalities.

"Is it a rumor? Just to be on the safe side... Ling Xian."

Tori Mayumi did not take it lightly, but carefully took out a talisman paper and patted it on the ground.

With the talisman paper as the center, a circle of blue spiritual power spread out, covering the entire library.

This is a detection method commonly used by spirit removers.

Even weak spiritual power can cause damage to the existence driven by resentment, leaving it invisible.

Somewhere behind the bookshelf that was affected by spiritual power, a black smoky resentment immediately rose.

"Sure enough to hide there..."

Tori Mayumi stared at the bookshelf and quickly took out two talisman papers from the pockets in his sleeves and clamped them to the tips of his fingers.

Those who know how to hide should be the resentful spirits that have been born for many years.

"Woo...oooo..."

A bit of resentment crying from the girl came from behind the bookshelf.

Yu Mayumi, holding the talisman paper, walked slowly towards the back of the bookshelf step by step.

In the corner, a long-haired girl in a blue sailor suit was sitting on the ground and crying.

When Mayumi Torii got closer, the girl slightly raised her head and looked at her.

Blue-gray face, empty eye sockets, blood was flowing quietly.

At this moment, Mayumi Torii discovered that the cuffs and the skirt of the other party were all empty.

"not good……"

Before she could react, two black hands stretched out between the bookshelves behind her, pinching her white and delicate neck.

Her body was also firmly held by a pair of broken long legs from behind.

The resentful spirit without limbs in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face, twisted his body on the ground, dragging a long bloodstain towards her.

"Is my limbs broken by the bookshelf...? It must be...it hurts..."

Seeing the resentful spirit slowly approaching in front of him, feeling the suffocating power of his neck, Yu Mayumi said with difficulty.

The woman, crying with Ruoyouruwu, slowly climbed onto her body.

"In the name of Akagi Hime, eliminate your pain..."

Following these words, a dazzling white light emerged from the witch costume on her body.

Instead of retreating, she opened her arms and hugged the woman who had lost her limbs.

In the white light, the resentful spirit wailed in pain, but seemed unable to break free from the white light on the maiden's clothes, and could only weakly turn into black smoke and dissipate.

After a long while, Yu Mayumi Xiaoniao stood up with difficulty holding the bookshelf.

The strength of the resentful spirit was so great that there were bruises on her neck, arms and calves.

"I was careless, I was even attacked, and even the protection of the gods on the maiden's clothes was activated... Next, be more careful."

The witch costume she wore was not a display.

In addition to symbolizing the identity of the son of God, there is also the power of the blessing of the gods obtained by enshrining in the shrine on weekdays, which can get rid of evil at critical times.

However, after activation, it needs to be consecrated back to the shrine for purification for a few days before it can be used again.

Enduring the pain of his body, Tori Mayumi walked towards the gymnasium behind the teaching building according to the recorded notes.

The basketball department of this school was considered a powerful team in Kanagawa Prefecture in the 1990s and a strong contender for the national championship.

However, after the golden age has passed, the performance has gone from bad to worse, and now it has become obscured, and it is difficult to even qualify for the county competition.

The basketball hall, which was originally a symbol of honor, also has some strange rumors.

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