I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

After a while, the video of the drone's feedback appeared on Takeshi Iwata's phone.

The top floor of the apartment is a very common platform equipped with a green protective net. From the perspective of the smart probe carried by the drone, there is no abnormality.

Japan has a relatively dense population. It is very common for ordinary residential buildings to have some spiritual bodies moving.

And this seemingly weird apartment in front of Tibet, from the perspective of a spirit remover, turned out to be much cleaner than an ordinary mansion.

No abnormality is the biggest abnormality.

Back to the door of an apartment on the third floor, Mochizuki Ayano nodded towards Takeshi Iwata.

"The two residents on the first floor have not had any abnormalities so far. It is preliminarily confirmed that the problem with this apartment is above the second floor... 304 is the resident who committed suicide recently. The residence of Okimoto Rika started from here one by one. Check it out."

Obviously Iwata was prepared, took out a key, and silently opened the door of 304.

In places where life cases have only recently occurred, there is a high possibility that there will be still spiritual bodies.

The door opened, and what came out was a smell of rotten meat, rotten eggs, and rags mixed into the sewer and fermented.

Facing the smell that was enough to make ordinary people vomit, the three of them just frowned slightly.

This is an exquisite and elegant two-bedroom apartment. From the details of decoration and placement, it can be seen that the hostess has certain requirements for the quality of life.

The things in the room still retain traces of Okimoto Rika's life.

"According to the case data of the Criminal Division, no other person's biological characteristics were collected in the room, so the case was closed by suicide."

Iwata took a look at the information on the phone and said.

"No one has been here... does not mean that nothing else has been here..."

Mochizuki Ayano looked at the apartment in front of her, her back was chilly.

In her sight, the floor, furniture, ceiling, and walls of this apartment were all covered with bloody hand and foot prints.

Under the desk near the window, close to where Okimoto Rika was hanging, Mochizuki Ayano crouched down and picked up a few torn yellow papers.

This fragment is not complete, Mochizuki Ayano pieced it together, only the words "turn" can be seen.

"It's... it's your turn? Okimoto Rika, did you contact your family or leave a suicide note or diary before that?"

She remembered the records about the apartment in front of Tibet that she had seen on 2CH.

"The relationship between her and her family has always been very rigid, and there has been almost no contact... Judging from the results of the current criminal class evidence collection, no textual information related to suicide has been left."

Iwata checked the information on the phone and sighed.

As far as unnatural cases are concerned, what Lesson 9 can do is often very limited, and it is not bad to wipe out the evil spirits.

As for what kind of horror the victim encountered during his lifetime, Lesson 9 can often only infer one or two from the remaining information, and the truth of the incident will forever disappear in the dust of time.

From room 304, from the second floor to the fifth floor, the three of them entered the remaining rooms one by one to check.

The more rooms you enter, the more ugly the three people's faces become.

These rooms are very clean and tidy. They look like people are staying in and are being cleaned frequently.

In addition to being densely covered with traces of agility, it is also full of traces of life.

I saw half of the newspapers, slanted slippers at the entrance, messy beds, children's toys thrown on the ground, worn-out clothes...

However, according to the information in Lesson 9, these vacant rooms should be cut off from water and electricity and cannot be inhabited!

"It's like... these residents are still here, repeating their lives before they were alive."

Mochizuki Ayano's gaze stayed at the door of Room 502.

501 and 502 are the last two rooms at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.

Compared with other doorways, the hand and foot prints there are extremely rare.

"Does anyone live in these two rooms?"

She softly confirmed to Takeshi Iwata.

Iwata shook his head numbly.

"open to take a look."

Mochizuki Ayano's eyes wandered and made a decision.

Takeshi Iwata immediately took out a key and opened the door of 502.

Before the action, the keys of all the rooms in the apartment in front of Tibet naturally fell into the hands of Lesson 9.

This is a slightly larger one-bedroom room than Room 102 where Araki Sosuke lives directly below.

Simple furniture is readily available.

Takeshi Iwata, who was walking in the front, didn't rush into the room, but rubbed the floor of the entrance with his finger lightly, and his fingertips were smooth and clean.

"Very clean."

Mochizuki Ayano behind him said something.

Naturally, she didn't just mean that the ground was clean, but...there was no bloody hand and foot prints left by complaints and movements in the room.

The three of them stepped into the room, Iwata put on gloves and gently touched the stove and range hood at the door, without any oil stains or traces of use.

Then, he checked the bathroom, toilet, and trash can, and there were no traces of use.

Mochizuki Ayano looked around, feeling an indescribable weird feeling in her heart.

"If no one lives, this place is too spotless."

She paused, walked to the desk in front of the bedroom window, and continued: "If there are people living, this is uninvited. There is no need to eat, throw trash, bath, sleep, and even the resentful spirits don’t dare to enter the house and disturb. The guest...who would it be..."

Ichiro Tokimoto and Takeshi Iwata looked at each other, and their faces became gloomy.

There is only one answer, weird.

Combining the intelligence at hand, the weird who is most likely to live here is naturally... the rift girl who is active in this place.

They shudder at the thought that the ripgirl might be waiting quietly in this room during the day, and leaving the apartment to hunt around when night falls.

As the three of them continued to investigate the room, a pale eyeball appeared in the unclosed drawer of the desk, quietly looking at the three of them.

Mochizuki Ayano is extremely sensitive to the line of sight, so she turned her head to look into the gap in the drawer.

At the moment when her eyes met the eyeball, a burst of spiritual power bloomed from her eyes, and then the eyeball in the drawer immediately burned with a golden flame.

Entangled by the flame, that eyeball immediately disappeared from the gap.

"What's wrong?"

Perceiving the abnormality, Shimoto Ichiro in the bedroom came to her in an instant, and the vigorous pace was nothing like the trembling before.

"The Eye of the Gap... why is it here... let's get out first."

Mochizuki Ayano sweats slightly on her forehead. If it weren't for her left eye, she was extremely keen on her sight, and she spotted the eyeball in the gap for the first time, and the fate of herself and others might be...

She remembered the tragic situation of Uncle Wen Gu and Shota on that cold night.

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