I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Just when Yamada Kengo was immersed in the joy of not dying.

Sosuke Araki was asleep in the apartment in front of Tibet.

The snake meat packaged back from Kamakura was very tender and delicious, and seemed to have a fatal attraction to him, making him want to eat more and more.

On the morning of his return, he put it in the refrigerator as a ration for the last few days, and burned a big pot with the "Mapo Tofu Seasoning Bag" from the convenience store.

After that, he sighed that Japan’s ecology was so good that it produced such delicious game, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In this sleep, he slept from day to night, and there is still no sign of awakening.

At midnight, the door of the cabinet slid open a gap skillfully.

A pale eyeball appeared there quietly, staring at Sousuke Araki, who was asleep with his back to the cupboard and shirtless.

Compared with before, this eyeball seems to be a big circle, and the grievances on the body surface are more intense than before.

Araki Sosuke, who is sleeping, has his stomach as the center, burning black resentment like a flame, and constantly pours into his body.

Under the black resentment, the Bodhisattva tattoo on his back, like a fish in water, became more and more vivid.

The bodhisattva's eyes turned slightly, and he glanced straight at the eyeballs in the gap.

The cabinet door closed gently, as if nothing had happened.

From midnight, the Tibetan apartment, which had been quiet for a few days, began to lively again.

The doors of several rooms slowly opened, and a gray figure began to slowly walk out of the room, and began to gather in the corridor...

The difference from the previous one is that the figures that appeared this time were mainly elderly and children, and their deaths were different, and the number was much less than last time.

Several figures entered the elevator silently, went down to the first floor, and finally stopped at the door of Room 102...

The doorbell rings, the screen of the pager lights up, the door opens...

"now you……"

"now you……"

"now you……"

The old voice was mixed with the childish voice, intertwined.

"excuse me……"

"excuse me……"

As the figures walked into the room one by one, from the door of the room you could vaguely see the holy fluorescence glowing in the room...

Soon after that, the entire apartment in front of Tibet returned to silence again, like a tomb.

In the dream, Sosuke Araki dreamed that he and Ryoma before the second went to the "Yoshihara Bubble Bath" again, trying to make up for the regret of not being able to do so last time.

However, this time the female technician is odious and skinny, and the strength of the massage is quite inadequate.

He had to force him to add money to consume the "special package".

All in all, this is a nightmare.

...

The next morning, Shibuya Police Station, a dedicated conference room for Section 9.

Several men in suits sat around the narrow conference table with solemn expressions.

Standing at the top is Mochizuki Ayano, who also wears a black suit.

"Is Mr. Shimoto not here yet?"

She asked Iwata Takeshi next to her.

Takeshi Iwata looked a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Toshimoto-sensei helped catch a habitual offender who steals underwear at Shijingda last night. At the moment, he is making a transcript at the police station...has been sent to pick him up."

"Teacher Shiben really can't stay idle, he's obviously getting older...Forget it, the information team will report on the basic situation first."

Hearing her saying this, a female agent sitting below immediately switched the content on the computer to the projector and started reporting.

The screen on the projection cloth switched to a tall girl wearing a red jacket and white dress, just like a model.

The photo should have been taken from a distance, and she can only see clearly that she is wearing a mask on her face.

"The main target of this operation is the Rift Girl. The rules of action are very simple and rude. The locked object will go through the two processes of'question-rift'. As for whether the subject answers and the content of the answer has no substantial impact on their actions. According to the first According to the experience of Nine Class Agents Jiro Fumiya and Shota Matsuda, if they can move faster than the nick girl, they may survive. Their recent trajectories are recorded as follows..."

Then, the screen switched to an electronic map of Tokyo.

Countless red markers representing the suspected whereabouts of the rift woman appeared on the map.

"The chaotic girl who had been active in the past, somehow concentrated in the Asakusa area in the past six months, and combined with its traces in the past six months, we calculated the largest possible range..."

On the map, a yellow marker representing the possible location of the slit woman is displayed.

"Sure enough... it's moving around that place... Is there something attracting her?"

Looking at the map, Mochizuki Ayano murmured.

The position in the center of the yellow mark is the apartment in front of Tibet.

According to the current information, weirdness is acted by instinct and certain rules.

And as a weird that has been circulating for decades, the rules of action of the Gap Girl are also well-known, "question-kill".

However, why does the weird activity of the original disorder suddenly change its "rules" and move around a fixed range like a resentful spirit.

Could it be that there is some kind of weird existence that can manipulate?

Another bold idea emerged in Mochizuki Ayano's mind.

"As for the other weirdness, due to the mode of activity and existence, there are too few sighting records to make effective guesses for the time being."

The agent of the information group then switched the screen to a new web page.

Amazingly, it is the urban legend section of 2CH.

"In recent days, we have continued to reduce public discourse by forging photos of the rip-off female COSPLAY on the Internet, manipulating senior accounts to post posts, using ordinary accounts to guide public opinion, exposing consortium executives’ cheating and a celebrity multiplayer campaign and other lace news. The attention and recognition of women are expected to achieve the best public opinion suppression effect in the next three days..."

Looking at the information on the screen, Mochizuki Ayano was silent for a while, and asked: "Is there still no progress in the change of the administrator authority of the urban legend section?"

Upon hearing this question, the man representing the information team shook his head helplessly.

IBM700 is the eternal pain in the hearts of all self-esteem technicians in the information group.

"Okay, next, let me focus on the key points of this action..."

Mochizuki Ayano skipped this frustrating topic and clapped her hands.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and full of energy pushed the door directly into the conference room.

Seeing the old man coming in, Mochizuki Ayano and the people around them both stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Teacher Shiben, you are late again."

Mochizuki Ayano didn't mean to complain in this sentence, but mostly acted like a baby.

This is because this old man is the current president of the Japan Soul Slayers Association. When he was young, he was involved in the seal of "Hyunkyou Ghost", and he was a pioneer in actively promoting the cooperation between various religions and the spirits removal family and the government.

"Sorry, sorry, last night I was tossed up by the resentful spirit...yawn...after all, I am too old to compare with your young people."

With a tired face, Shimoto Ichiro yawned unapologetically, and with the help of Mochizuki Ayano, he walked tremblingly to the front of the conference table and sat down.

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