I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Roppongi, inside an old residential building.

"The resentment in [Hell Apartment] is decreasing at a constant speed...has it finally been discovered by those guys?"

Tsukage Chikusa, who was eating potato chips, greedily sucked her fingers, and moved the mouse to the black vortex representing "Hell Apartment" to check the situation.

This weirdness was "planted" by him when he got the laptop. In his strategy, like "Gap Eye", it belongs to the type of "secret development".

From the perspective of "resentment investment", over the years, it has grown secretly and returned several times.

Therefore, even if he was wiped out, he didn't care.

What's more... Anyone who wants to eat this work will have to pay a considerable price.

"This work like a 'bear trap' is not as simple as it seems on the surface... Just look at who is the hunter and who is the prey who stepped on the trap..."

...

Inside the Royal Kobo Residence Ikebukuro.

Kotoriyu Mayumi and the others moved down the stairs all the way.

However, those ground-bound spirits kept pouring up from below as if they were endless, and gradually tended to fill up the narrow stairs.

Even though Mochizuki Ayano's spear skills are precise and powerful, the little bird Yumami who is beside her is constantly covering up, constantly eliminating the approaching earth binding spirit...

However, with the gradual reduction of bullets and the continuous consumption of spiritual and physical strength, the speed of the three people's descent gradually slowed down.

"These earth-bound spirits...have not been expelled by us...they are being resurrected..."

Putting on a new magazine, Mochizuki Ayano put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of an earth binding spirit in front of her, and fired three shots in a row.

"This is the former 303 resident Haino Ichiro, who appeared fifteen times in total... The one whose jaw was smashed by your punch just now is the former 501 resident, Masuyama Mieko..."

"I don't have much talisman paper, so it won't last long..."

While speaking, Xiaoniao Youzhengong punched continuously, dispelling a few ground binding spirits in front of him.

Hearing Mochizuki Ayano's words, her face was also a little depressed.

Her hair, which was originally soft, was soaked in sweat at this moment, sticking to her forehead wearily, as if she had just come out of the bath.

"I don't have many bullets... Go back."

Taking a quick look at the magazine on her waist, Mochizuki Ayano took out two silver-white grenades and threw them down the stairs.

This time, I just planned to try it out, and the equipment was mainly light and easy to use, but I didn't expect it to be so tricky.

What kind of existence exists in this apartment building? After killing these residents, their souls are imprisoned here and constantly "resurrected", and they cannot even be expelled.

The hell apartment...is it really connected to hell?

Two huge explosions interrupted her thoughts, and countless earthbound spirits were dispersed by the two [Spirit Detective Grenade Type I], creating a large vacuum.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two pulled Gu Yuansha and ran straight down.

"Here we are, the first floor..."

Kotori Yumasumi led the way out of the stairwell on the first floor.

"Wait...here, when...there are still stairs going down?"

Mochizuki Ayano, who was walking at the end, looked at the side of the stairwell with a complicated expression.

There, there are dark and gloomy stairs that continue to spread downward.

Looking down from the "well"-shaped stairwell, the endless steps extend down, lingering with a cold light, and you can't see the bottom at all.

Countless figures of earth-bound spirits gathered slowly along the stairs.

Not to mention that in her memory, when she came, there was no such downward staircase in the stairwell on the first floor.

This building does not even have an underground parking lot, and from the perspective of spatial structure, it is impossible to continue downward.

Just when she was in a daze, Kotori Yumasumi and Gu Yuansa had already run towards the door of the apartment.

Then, both of them froze there.

From a structural point of view, this is indeed the elevator room on the first floor.

But what was supposed to be the door of the apartment turned out to be a pale wall at this moment.

The dark red blood stains and mottled walls on the wall seemed to be silently laughing at the three of them.

And outside the window next to the wall, there is still the thick white mist, making it impossible to see.

"No... Impossible... I have always counted. We have clearly gone down to the first floor, and this is obviously the gate... I want to go out..."

Gu Yuansha's mood was obviously close to collapse.

The apartment she had lived in for several years had become so strange and terrifying at this moment.

Just when the three of them were at a loss.

swish.

The elevator door slowly opened again.

In the elevator, the woman in red looked at them expressionlessly, and mechanically repeated the previous words in a pale tone: "The elevator is going down."

Staring at the woman's pale face with thick foundation, Mochizuki Ayano smiled slightly.

Hundred Eyes Pupil Art · Inflammation.

Golden flames enveloped the woman in red in the elevator.

The woman in red in the elevator didn't respond, as if the flames covering her body didn't exist.

"There is no such thing as you in the resident information of the apartment... You are not an ordinary grieving spirit... If my guess is correct, the soul of the resident selected by the light has stayed here forever, even if the body can, You can only leave the apartment by taking the elevator controlled by you, and you will lose your life after leaving."

The woman in red didn't answer, she still quietly stared at the three people outside the elevator door, like an operator waiting for a guest to enter the elevator.

Just as the scene was at a stalemate, those ground-bound spirits had already poured out from the bottom of the seemingly endless stairwell and attacked the three of them.

"stay……"

Facing the earth-bound spirit that was attacking in front of him, with only half of his body left, and where he could see the rotting internal organs, Mochizuki Ayano calmly and numbly raised his gun and fired.

"Risa sauce..."

Behind her came the scream of Kotori Miko.

"This must be the first floor, but the door is covered by hallucinations, I want to leave here..."

Gu Yuansha, who was so terrified that he collapsed, had half his leg over the window at this moment, and wanted to jump out of it.

"Can't leave..."

Mochizuki Ayano immediately yelled at her.

Not to mention going out from the window, will it reach the periphery of the apartment.

Leaving after being selected by the light is very likely to trigger this weird rule.

The victims in the file all died outside the confines of the apartment.

Even if you can leave, it doesn't mean you can survive.

Xiaoniao Youzhengong immediately rushed forward and stopped her.

Seeing that the three of them had no intention of taking the elevator, the elevator door began to close slowly.

Just as the elevator was about to close, the expressionless woman in the elevator smiled sinisterly.

Hearing the dense footsteps coming from the stairwell, looking at the few remaining bullets and the last grenade, Mochizuki Ayano flashed despair in his eyes.

No matter whether it goes up or down, it seems to be a dead end.

In this apartment, apart from the elevator, there is no so-called exit at all?

"That guy" seemed to be seriously injured after facing the Gap Girl last time, and has been sleeping for a while, and he can't come out for the time being.

Just when the three of them seemed to be at a dead end, outside the Royal Kobo apartment building in Ikebukuro.

Two monks wearing bamboo hats and black robes appeared downstairs in the apartment building at some unknown time.

The two stood quietly in the open parking lot, looking up at the apartment in front of them.

From the outside, this apartment is as peaceful and peaceful as usual, with bright lights, nothing out of the ordinary.