I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Ah, what is the name? Zhujiaoyong..."

"How did you write the character 'pig'? "

"Hey, isn't it this radical, sorry..."

In the huge basement, Sousuke Araki, with a pale face, was muttering something inarticulately.

"Where's Xiyin? Oh, ape, so..."

Around him, there are many gray and broken spirit bodies standing motionless, as if facing a wall and thinking about the past.

"I'm stupid, please don't describe it in such detail, you can skip the part where someone puts your hand down your throat... Wait, please also skip the experience about the lower body!!!"

"The next one is Odajima-kun, it's a pleasure to meet you..."

"What, this house was built by Lei Lei himself? It's enough for you to be proud of surviving the tornado..."

With an emergency flashlight in his mouth, he could only inarticulately ask the spirits while making notes in his notebook.

However, because the spirits opened their mouths but were silent, it looked like a psychopath talking to himself in the basement.

"What, haven't seen the sun for a long time? It just so happens that the sun is very warm today, hurry up and get some sunshine."

After each questioning of a spirit body, Araki Sousuke would ask the other party to go up the stairs, then come to the next spirit body, reach out and pat the other party's shoulder, and continue to make "notes".

If it hadn't been reminded by the "Shen Zhe Jun" in the garage, he would never have imagined that there is a basement buried in mud hidden under this small villa.

And in the basement where the resentment was concentrated, more than a dozen earth-bound spirits who hadn't moved for an unknown number of years gathered.

"Sure enough, the early bird gets the worm. It's worth the fare to sacrifice sleep to help this guy move."

Standing behind him at the door of the basement was Mai Hanyu who was recording "precious material" with a SLR.

And at the top of the stairs, there is a small bird Yumaumi with a dull face and struggling to embrace a huge scroll.

"Teacher Araki, you can actually understand the 'Whispers of the Dead'."

Listening to someone below talking to himself, the girl's eyes flashed with excitement.

"What, you other 'spirit removers', can't communicate with hidden energy field life forms?"

Mai Hanyu, who was at the other end of the stairs, asked curiously while turning the camera angle to the top of the stairs.

In the camera, those blurred figures who stepped up the stairs and saw the sun again, are maintaining the posture of clasping their hands, turning into light spots and dispersing.

The road of life, to the end, seems to be unable to escape this moment.

Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, and all prosperity is but a handful of fine sand.

Those white crystal light spots, as soon as they approached the huge scroll in the hands of Kou Yumao, they slowly melted into it like fog on a sponge.

"Sure enough, the so-called soul dust is the 'soul element particle'!"

Looking at this scene, Hanyu Mai revealed a determined expression.

That's right, this scroll is exactly the resentment "Bamboo Tori Painting Scroll" obtained from the Supernatural Research Institute last night, which is said to be able to absorb soul dust.

Originally, this item was taken back to the research room by Hanyu Mai for preliminary identification. Hearing that there is an earth binding spirit in the basement here, he immediately asked Atsukai Ludou to come and bring it over to test whether it really has this characteristic.

"The souls of resentful spirits are often dilapidated, leaving only strong obsessions. Even if they become Buddhas, they cannot fully restore their memory and language logic. Therefore, even if the spirits take the initiative to communicate, most spirit removers can accept it. , it’s just broken words.”

Staring blankly at the spot of light in front of him, Kotori Mayumi showed a thoughtful expression.

Like Sousuke Araki, it is extremely rare to be able to easily have logical and back-and-forth conversations with spirit bodies, obtain a large amount of information from their memories, and even be complained by spirit bodies.

In Shintoism, only those who specialize in "speaking spirits", or those who have a psychic physique and are easily possessed by spirits, can achieve this level.

"Huh, it's finally done..."

After the last spirit body walked up the stairs and dissipated with the wind in the sun, Araki Sousuke, who was covered in spider webs and dust, followed behind Mai Hanyu with a blushing face, along the steep stairs. walked up.

In the notebook with several pages in his hand, he carefully recorded the names of these spirits, the encounters before the end of their lives, and the place where they happened. No headless injustice case, so that the living relatives can be comforted.

"Senior Araki, we are almost done here. I don't know who is so unethical and throws so much garbage in the yard illegally!"

Kengo Yamada, who was covered in a big man and held a broom, poked his head out from the living room.

While a few people were dealing with the ground-bound spirit in the basement, he, Erqian Ryoma and Atsukai Ludou had already brought in Sousuke Araki's luggage, and placed the furniture and home appliances in the corresponding positions.

"Oh, thank you Kengo! Leave the rest of the 'personal items' to me to clean up..."

Like a gopher, Araki Sousuke stuck out half of his head from the hole, thanking loudly.

At the same time, Hou Hailudou walked out of the living room with a cardboard box in his arms.

"Araki-kun, I have been very concerned about what appliances are in this heavy box since I moved..."

"Shhh..."

Perhaps the things in the box were really too heavy, and the bottom of the weak recycled cardboard box deformed accordingly, and the "home appliances" in the box were accidentally rolled out.

A dusty and dirty black ancient samurai armor rolled aggressively across the messy lawn in the courtyard under the dull eyes of everyone...

"Uh... ah ah ah ah!"

Immediately, the armor rolled precisely into the big hole in the courtyard like an eagle ball swung by Tiger, and mercilessly smashed a certain "blond-haired gopher" back to its lair.

"Oh, this shit..."

Half a minute later, Araki Sousuke, who crawled out of the cave like a dead man, squatted on the lawn, washing his muddy head with the hose in the yard...

"I remember that I picked it up from a guy who failed to kick the gymnasium, threw away his armor, and ran away a few months ago..."

After recalling it for a while, he dug the dust in his ears and stated the fact of "picking up junk" indifferently

"At first I thought it might be an antique, and I was going to sell it in a second-hand store for some money, but recently, as more and more things happened, I was drowned in more and more magazine piles, and I completely forgot about it."

"Two before Ryoma: You bastard, so no matter how many things you have to do, you still remember to buy magazines?"

What he didn't notice was that the expressions of Yamada Kengo and Kotori Yumaumi on the side had froze on their faces.

"Kicking...failed to kick the pavilion?"

"Drop...throw away the armor?"

"Luo... fled in the wild?"

How could these two people, who almost died under the sword of Ghost God Ping Jiangmen Shadow Warrior, forget the despair and fearful memories brought to them by the owner of this black warrior armor...