I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Just when Hou Hailudou was busy with his mobile phone with a very serious expression...

A sound like scratching glass came from behind the car.

He immediately got up and looked around.

The quiet and empty parking lot was clear at a glance, and there was no one around, only the sound of water flowing from the sewer on the side of the road could be vaguely heard.

"Mice? Crows?"

Not finding any abnormality, Hou Hai Lu Dou couldn't wait to lie down again and started to work.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he passed the rearview mirror on one side.

In the rearview mirror, there was a figure wearing a white nightdress whose face could not be seen from his angle...

I don't know when it started, but I stood quietly beside the car.

Hou Hai Lu Dou kept busy, and suddenly turned his head to look...

There was nothing there.

"Is it a hallucination? Could it be that I've been too busy recently... After this time, let's restrain myself... After all, rest is for walking a longer distance."

Using the usual reasons, Hou Hailudou once again convinced himself that "every time is the last time", and continued to fight for the unfinished great cause.

However, a feeling of being spied on forced him to look away from the explosive full-color comics on the phone again.

Lying on the seat, he just took his phone away when he saw...

On the upper side of the windshield, a woman hung upside down from the roof of the car, quietly watching his hands that were moving up and down before they had time to stop.

Her face, like a fragmented jigsaw puzzle, was forcibly put together with fine black sutures.

Long black hair hanging down, covered the windshield like a waterfall.

"whee……"

Silver bell-like laughter sounded, as if Hou Hai Lu Dou had finally found himself.

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up, creating a circle of wrinkles on the already broken flesh.

Meeting her eyes, Hou Hailu Dou was frightened and froze, and even the movements at hand instinctively accelerated because of fright.

The woman's small body slowly dragged along the windshield, and then disappeared above the roof of the car.

mischief? !

Or is it true that there are... ghosts? !

Hou Hailudou, who had reacted, jumped up from the seat with difficulty, and wanted to open the car door and run out without caring about the trousers that had faded to the bend of his feet.

However, he found desperately that no matter how hard he tried, the door could not be opened.

As a technical geek, although he has been engaged in haunted house recording and intermediary business for several years, he actually does not believe that ghosts really exist.

The weird facts in front of him made him have to believe it.

The chill that surged up his back, on the contrary, inspired Hou Hai Lu Dou's survival instinct.

He resolutely sat upside down, and kicked his feet fiercely towards the glass on the upper side of the car door.

But the seemingly fragile window glass was as hard as steel at the moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break it.

He forced himself to calm down, and looked around the dark surroundings again.

There was no sign of the woman outside the front and left and right windows.

After a sigh of relief, his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror in the middle of the car.

The woman in the white nightgown, at some point, had already sat in the back seat of the car in a demure and dignified manner.

He was looking playfully at Hou Hai Lu Dou, who was naked and performing "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds".

From a close distance, one can clearly see that her whole body is densely covered with black sutures, as if someone helped her put together her body that was originally broken into hundreds of pieces.

On her face, she still maintains that weird smile that makes people "shrink the sun into the belly".

Sweat flowed like a waterfall from Hou Hailudou's forehead.

Murderous intent, like a frog being stared at by a snake, enveloped his whole body.

Dense goosebumps rose up, making it difficult for him to move.

After flickering like the picture of a bad video tape, the woman suddenly appeared on his body.

A pair of broken hands, with a strong smell of corpses, tightly grabbed Hou Hailu Dou's throat.

The other party's slender body seemed to have infinite strength, no matter how he struggled, he was still pressed against the back of the chair by the other party and couldn't get rid of it.

The thrill of suffocation followed.

Hou Hai Lu Dou's consciousness gradually began to blur.

"Ja...Jamai..."

...

Just when Hou Hailudou was struggling crazily in the car, shouting "Jamai"...

A man in tight leather pants and a ghost-faced helmet carried a large bag of goods and walked into the parking lot downstairs of an apartment building, swinging indescribable objects.

"Let me see...Mr. Houhai, the parking lot downstairs of Jiangdong Apartment, the license plate number is..."

Araki Sousuke carefully confirmed the order information on his mobile phone, and soon found the white van in a row of cars in the parking lot.

It is really rare for a customer to directly write the license plate number in the delivery address.

I ordered a bunch of chilled Dr. Pepper and puffed food, and my surname is Houhai, could it be...

But, doesn't he live in Shibuya? How could he come to Koto-ku so late? It should be the same name and surname.

Thinking of this, his footsteps gradually approached the van.

As the distance drew closer, Araki Sousuke's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

Because, the van not far away is shaking slightly at this moment with an unusually familiar but unpredictable frequency and rhythm.

"Could it be... the legendary... hard move on the car?"

Araki Sousuke vaguely expected something, only felt his throat dry.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his substantive gaze pierced the windshield of the car.

as expected.

In the darkness, one can vaguely see a woman in white clothes with an invisible face riding on a man in the driver's seat.

Hooking the opponent's neck with both hands, he moved at a quite skillful frequency.

No wonder, ordering such a large pile of high-calorie food.

Injure one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-injury, need to supplement nutrition, understand, understand.

Glancing at the phone, there are still five minutes before the order delivery time...

Sousuke Araki immediately leaned over and approached quietly, squatting in front of the hood, watching the battle inside the car with his face elongated and his nostrils dilated.

The man lying flat on the chair, unable to see his face clearly, seemed to have entered a certain state, waving his hands in the air indiscriminately.

And the woman who took the initiative seemed to have some kind of strange habit, and her hands were tightly strangled around the man's neck.

Yoshi, is this the legendary suffocation?

It really is to live and learn.

After observing for another two minutes, the struggle of the man in the car seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, but he was still blooming "he and his last stubbornness, clenched hands and never let go", showing a tenacious will.

Sousuke Araki, who was still full of ideas, could only be forced to carry the goods and appear at the front of the car pretending not to know.

Sorry, although I also want to...

After all, it's not worth being deducted for overtime in order to observe things like car shocks.

It has been harmonized for 300 words, it will be changed later