I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Huh? Is there any strong magnetic signal interference?"

Hearing this strange electric noise, Araki Sousuke reached out and turned the radio button to confirm that it was turned off.

"Zizizi..."

After a while, the strange voice sounded again in the car.

"It's so noisy, is the radio broken?"

Sensing something was wrong, Araki Sousuke reached out and stroked the buttons of the radio one by one.

"Zizizi... Dear listeners, welcome to the late-night quiz show..."

Before he could move his hand away, a deep and hoarse female voice suddenly sounded in the car.

His fingers trembled in fright.

The standard but impersonal Japanese and the very atmosphere-creating accent are unique to those late-night radio hosts that Araki Sousuke usually listens to.

"Zizizi...the question and answer is about to start...you, are you ready for the answer?"

"Asshole, is it really this broken radio that went off the channel?"

Araki Sousuke's scalp tingled when he heard the sudden sound of a radio program on the dark highway and in a quiet car, and took another look at Uncle Watanabe, who seemed to be completely undisturbed by the sound and was soundly asleep.

"No, it has been confirmed that the radio is turned off, what is going on..."

He deliberately touched the radio in an indescribable way just now, just in case there are "hidden energy field life forms" that are not long-sighted to make trouble in it.

It stands to reason that if there is really something in it, it should be resonated with the same frequency by myself in the first place, and I will become a Buddha and ascend to heaven.

Could it be that my proud "same-frequency physique" encountered a hidden energy field life form that I couldn't handle?

"Zizizi...now...start...the first question..."

"Do you really want to ask? 』

Just when Araki Sousuke was holding the steering wheel and feeling uneasy, that weird voice sounded again.

"Zizizi...excuse me...now...who is the person behind you?"

Unhurriedly, the female voice quietly asked the question that made Sousuke Araki turn his head suddenly in a tone that made goosebumps creep up on the spine!

In the rear compartment, it was as dark and empty as ever, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"What the hell is this radio station, is it deliberately scaring people?!"

Realizing that he was driving, Araki Sousuke didn't dare to look any further, and immediately turned his head.

A slow-moving car happened to appear in the slow lane not far in front of him.

Sousuke Araki calmly crossed the driveway and overtook the car.

"asshole……"

Looking intently at the road ahead, he felt another wave of fear in his heart.

If I hadn't turned back in time just now, maybe there would have been a car accident because of it.

"I want to see, where are you hiding?"

Such a clever and vicious timing of asking questions made him very sure in his heart that there must be something playing tricks on this broken radio station.

Thinking of this, Araki Sousuke immediately lifted the blindfold irritably, and scanned the interior of the cab with his peripheral vision.

The small cab remains the same as before, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Not in the car... Could it be..."

From the corner of the eye, there seemed to be an extra white line in the rearview mirror on the left than before.

When Araki Sousuke took a closer look, it was a white figure.

No matter how the vehicle moves forward or how the roads on both sides fly back, this long-haired, invisible figure always remains in the same position in the rearview mirror and never moves...

Because, the figure floating outside the car, like a hitchhiker, is reaching out to put his hand on the connection between the cargo box and the truck head!

"So that's the case, you should have said earlier."

Seeing this strange figure, Araki Sousuke heaved a sigh of relief.

Since he wore an eye patch over his left eye, he would turn his head slightly and use his right eye to look at the rearview mirror on the left only when necessary, so he hadn't been able to notice the abnormality over there.

"I'd like to see who you really are."

Just as he manipulated the button on the car door and adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror, the voice of the "hostess" suddenly sounded in the car again.

"Zizizi... It's a pity that the audience didn't answer the question just now... Next, let's move on to the second question..."

With the long hair flying, through the rearview mirror, one can clearly see that under the messy long hair is a "female" whose face is distorted and rotted beyond human form.

Wisps of strong resentment, accompanied by the strong wind brought by the truck, lingered on her body surface, and part of it would be taken away by Araki Sousuke when she passed near the driver's cab.

"Ahahaha... This voice, so it came from this way..."

Looking at the resentful spirit behind the car, who made him beyond his reach and unable to get in touch with the "same frequency", Sousuke Araki laughed palely.

This time, he saw it for real.

The creepy "radio sound" that could not concentrate on driving came from the mouth of the female grievance, and somehow it was transmitted to the car.

Not only did the other party have an extremely professional and magnetic voice, but even the "sizzling" electric noise was actually imitated by her using some kind of "B-BOX" ventriloquist...

However, it is really difficult to touch the other party's "hitchhiking" position if you don't stop.

Even if the "Desolate Wave" can be created in the body, it will probably be immediately dispersed by the airflow outside the car, making it difficult to accurately hit the target.

"Interfering with other people's serious work at will, how can you let you go on so arrogantly all the way..."

Glancing fiercely at the wraith outside the car, Araki Sosuke picked up the mineral water bottle on the car door and drank it all in one gulp.

"Fortunately, there are still some in stock."

Then, he looked at the "hostess" outside the car with a wicked smile, opened his pants chain, and used the "necessary on-board emergency skills for long-distance transport drivers" that Uncle Watanabe had taught him.

"Damn it, the mouth of the bottle is too small, it can't be plugged in at all, it can only be blocked... oops..."

"Clah la la la..."

"Zizizi...Excuse me..."

Ten seconds later, as a yellow and thick jet of water gushed backward from the mineral water bottle sticking out of the window, the low and gloomy question of the "hostess" stopped abruptly.

"It's nourished me for a long time, it's time for me to nourish it..."

Looking at the figure in the rearview mirror who couldn't continue to "take a ride" because his hands were folded together, and was glowing with fluorescence, Sousuke Araki wiped his hands with a tissue with a smile, and put on the blindfold handsomely.

"Woo..."

The moment Araki Sousuke rolled up the window and concentrated on driving, there seemed to be the sound of something passing by at high speed, coming from the other side.

"kindness?"

Araki Sousuke followed the sound and saw a figure in a black cloth robe with white hair fluttering in the wind, appearing outside the window on Uncle Watanabe's side.

"No way..."

It was a white-haired mother-in-law wearing an old brown kimono, with terrible wrinkles, a short stature, and blood-colored pupils.

At this moment, she was like a sprinter, waving her hands and feet at a high frequency, running along the guardrail on the side of the driveway, maintaining the same speed as the truck.

Although visually, it seems that she has been standing still by the car window...

But the hands and feet that were swayed in a circle due to excessive force due to the rushing wind, waving afterimages, seemed unexpectedly inspirational.

Then, the mother-in-law turned her head sideways, opened her toothless mouth, and said contemptuously to Sousuke Araki in a hoarse voice: "It's too slow..."

Ignoring her horrifying appearance, strange running posture and the current situation of both parties, this demeanor, this tone of voice...

It reminded Araki Sousuke that when he was a gangster, he would go hand in hand with the opponent before overtaking, make such a provocative sentence, and then suddenly speed up and ask the opponent to look at the taillights and eat the exhaust gas.

As a former cadre of the phoenix runaway group and the holder of the two-round downhill record of Mount Haruna, he never thought that he would one day be said so.