I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I still traveled long distances. Could it be...he is actually a very clever spirit remover. Not only did he break my tracking spell, but he also predicted my actions tonight, so he avoided it on purpose?"

Thinking of this, Mochizuki Ayase's eyes were no longer as confident as before, but became more serious than ever.

Many spirit eliminators have methods similar to divination to seek good fortune and avoid evil, so it is not surprising that they can predict crises in advance.

"Hmph, then let me see if you can run out of my palm."

After obtaining the opponent's location again, Mochizuki Ayase stepped on the bicycle, followed the navigation, and rushed towards a place three kilometers away.

Since the opponent is afraid to fight, it means that he should be the type who is not good at frontal combat.

That's right, that kid has no spiritual power at all.

...

after an hour.

"Huh...huh...this guy...shouldn't be able to detect my approach, he must be deliberately going around the city knowing that he is invincible."

Mochizuki Ayase leaned on the armrest of the car with great effort, panting heavily.

At this moment, she was already out of breath, and her whole body was drenched in sweat. Even the pair of balls on her head, which were originally full of vitality, were like eggplants beaten by frost.

In the past hour, she ran all the way according to the positioning information in the system, but missed five locations in a row.

That Araki Sousuke was as slippery as a fish.

Not only is the route irregular, but they often go back the same way.

In the end, she checked the opponent's location every minute through the system, but because the opponent moved too fast, she still couldn't keep up.

"But... Damn... It's not an option to continue chasing like this."

Mochizuki Ayase felt a sense of crisis in her heart as she felt that her physical strength was getting weaker and the wheels of the red bicycle seemed to be worn out.

If he spends so much time with the other party, he may fall into a "sleep" soon.

A bold idea came to her mind.

Pedaling on the bicycle, she resolutely drove in another direction.

If you can run away from the monk, you can't run away from the temple.

...

Kuramae Apartment, Taito Ward.

In the dark and deep corridor, green emergency lights flashed as usual.

"This guy is really not simple... How dare he live in such a terrible place?"

Looking at the dense red hand and footprints in the corridor, Mochizuki Ayase, who had just stepped into the apartment, took another breath of cold air.

Her pupil technique is far superior to Mochizuki Ayano, so she can naturally see more "things".

The resentment in a radius of ten kilometers is slowly gathering towards this seemingly ordinary apartment in front of him.

If resentment accumulates here for many years, what kind of existence can such an equivalent amount of resentment cultivate?

She is curious.

Relying on the ability to accurately capture the flow of resentment, she walked up the stairs of the apartment, one level at a time.

The countless bloody hand and footprints in the elevator and in the corridor made her more and more frightened as she walked.

What surprised her was not the number of wraiths that had been active.

The location of this apartment can gather resentment, so it is easy for the spirit born here to become a resentment.

What frightened her was, where did such a large number of resentful spirits that used to be active here go and who were they eliminated?

Soon, with doubts, she was already standing in front of the black iron gate leading to the rooftop.

"This is……"

In Mochizuki Ayase's eyes, whether it's the moonlight or the grievances gathered in this apartment because of Feng Shui, they are all silently absorbed by this seemingly ordinary iron door.

She gently reached out and stroked the black iron door without a crack.

Apart from the coldness of the tentacles, there is nothing abnormal.

"This door seems to be different from the resentment. Where does it lead to?"

It's just an iron gate, so naturally it can't stop Mochizuki Ayase.

She jumped out of the stairs, swiftly followed the outer wall of the apartment like a monkey, climbed over the barbed wire all the way, and jumped onto the roof.

She stared blankly at the center of the rooftop.

In her line of sight, there was a grown man's footprint on the rough concrete floor.

Footprints with gray and white breath left.

"Unexpectedly, there are ghosts and gods who have set foot in this apartment and wiped out the resentful spirits here?"

Mochizuki Ayase pondered for a long time around the footprint on the roof, but still couldn't figure out why.

There are quite a lot of ghosts and gods in the history of Japan's "eight million gods", and there are also many kind and lawful existences among them, which are difficult to guess.

Thinking that there was a more important prey at the moment, she decided to give up decisively.

Walking down the stairs, Mochizuki Ayano returned to the door of the apartment and sat on the steps beside her.

The apartment in front of her felt too weird to her, so she didn't want to stay in it for too long.

Right here, quietly waiting for the prey.

Three hours later.

"This... hateful... bastard..."

Mochizuki Ayase gritted her teeth and looked at the location records on her phone.

For three full hours, that guy kept moving around Toshima District at a desperate speed, almost without stopping.

There was also no intention of approaching the Kuramae apartment as the "registered address" on the document.

This made her even more convinced that the other party had noticed her "hunting under the moon" and used this method similar to "jumping left and right" to avoid it.

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime... Next time I must..."

Just when Mochizuki Ayase looked at the time and was about to "strategic retreat", a feeling of being watched enveloped her whole body.

Like a cat whose hair has exploded, she was extremely sensitive to sight, her hairs stood on end, and she quickly looked towards the front door of the apartment.

In the crack of the door, a bloodshot eyeball was quietly looking at her.

Gap Eye.

Compared with the previous period, the size of the Eye of Gap has changed from the size of a normal eyeball to twice the size of a table tennis ball.

It can be seen that the first opening of the gate of hell some time ago is not unrelated to its diligent "work" and support for resentment.

"Weird things like eyeballs? Get out of the way."

Mochizuki Ayano's eyes moved, and the eyeballs in the crack of the door that were about to activate something were instantly wrapped in golden light, and they couldn't even turn.

[Hundred Eyes Pupil Art - Imprisonment].

If you dare to play pupil technique in front of yourself, you can only use an eye for an eye.

"Since I can't find that guy, I'll use you to relieve my boredom..."

Mochizuki Ayano stepped forward, stretched out her hand and dug out the unmovable Eye of Gap in the crack of the door, and started playing with it in the palm of her hand.

"I'm curious, what else can you do if I lose your eyesight..."

[Hundred Eyes Pupil Art - Dazzling].

As the golden light surged, the eyeball in her hand instantly turned into resentment and dissipated.

"Tsk, is it just a clone?"

At the same time, several peeping eyes instantly enveloped her from all directions.

Looking in the direction of the line of sight, dozens of pale eyeballs silently appeared in the door cracks and windows of the apartment in front of her, staring at her angrily.

Apparently, he was quite angry that his "clone" was being played around at will.

"Boring, since you can't find the main body, let's all attack together."

Sighing, the dozens of eyeballs that looked at Mochizuki Ayase were instantly enveloped in golden flames, turning into resentment and dissipating.

"No, this place is weird..."

After continuously driving the pupils, she discovered that the pupil power in her body had unknowingly lost a lot during the time she stayed in the apartment, and it had reached a rather weak point at this time.

Could it be that the door can still absorb my own...

A terrible surmise came to her mind.

Before she had time to think about it, the golden light in Mochizuki Ayase's pupils dimmed, flickering like a flashlight with no power.

Immediately, there was endless darkness.