I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

As Hiroshi Toda shook vigorously, the few drops of liquid remaining on the bottle wall fell on the tip of his tongue.

"Why, amidst the rich saltiness, there is still a faint smell of pork bone soup. Could this be the key to it..."

Like a sommelier appreciating old wine, Hiroshi Tsuneda smacked his tongue carefully, savoring it carefully, trying to decipher the ingredients.

Looking at the terrified light in Harumoto Kairen's eyes, he showed a look of "you don't understand": "You want to ask me why I didn't send this thing for composition analysis?"

"Hmph, if you take a bottle of holy water for analysis, the scientific research institution will only tell you that it is just an ordinary liquid with the chemical formula H2O..."

"If the mystery of removing spirits can be easily explained by science, the Supernatural Research Institute will not rely on 'spiritual detection' equipment and 'spiritual power' bullets to form a technical blockade."

"A real master of spirit removal tools only believes in the feeling of his own body!"

"Hey, I don't need any physical sensations at all. From the unique smell of this men's toilet, I can confirm that what is on your body and in the bottle is urine from such a distance! 』

"That's right...that's right, the spirit remover on the truck, as long as you find him and sincerely ask for advice...vomit..."

After chattering for a while, Tokita Hiroshi's face suddenly turned pale.

"Vice-President Tokita, are you okay, your face is so ugly..."

"Ugh... wow la la la la..."

"It stinks, can a normal person spit out such an exaggerated amount?" 』

Then, as if he could no longer bear the strong salty smell wafting from his body and mouth, he buried his head on the side of the road and vomited.

"It's over, the neck immobilizer is full, and it's sprayed on your beloved demon Z!" 』

...

"The information from the information group has been transmitted. According to the information from the cold chain transportation company, the driver is a 53-year-old full-time truck driver named Kei Watanabe, who has been running on this route for more than 20 years... "

"Have you contacted the driver himself?"

Five minutes later, Kaito Harumoto patted the back of the pale Hiroshi while checking the messages on his phone.

"No one answered the phone. I heard that they would turn the phone to silent during working hours. However, how could a senior truck driver be proficient in removing spirits? There should be a spirit remover on board."

"Pu hu hu hu hu... Although it was dark and only for a moment, when the window of that car was opened, I can be sure that no one was seen in the passenger seat."

After spitting out the mineral water to rinse his mouth, Hiroshi Tsuneda weakly recalled the situation at that time.

"Uhhhhh...whether that person is Kei Watanabe or someone else, I must find an opportunity to sincerely ask him for advice..."

Even though he changed his clothes, cleaned the neck immobilizer, and rinsed out three bottles of mineral water in a row, the strong and terrifying breath in his mouth and body still couldn't completely dissipate.

"The support team waiting in the rear service area will stop him in the name of the traffic department to ask about the situation, and we will know when the time comes."

"Although the process is different from what I expected, as long as the high-speed mother-in-law is cured, my two months of squatting will not be in vain..."

"Woo..."

"Woo..."

"Woooo..."

Just when agent Kaito Harumoto breathed a sigh of relief because the mission was coming to an end...

Several high-speed figures galloped past the road in front of the two of them with various running trajectories in various shapes, bringing up a large cloud of air and dust.

"puff!!!"

A second later, after recognizing those figures from the remaining images in his mind, Toda Hiroshi directly sprayed the water out of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

"That...that was..."

From the images left on the retina, it can be confirmed that those who passed in front of the two just now were a few people dressed in different colors, but also with disheveled hair, dark and wrinkled faces, and blood pupils shining in the darkness...

"...Grandma!!!!"

Originally, Lesson 9 believed that this weirdness was due to the fast speed and wide range of activities, so there were so many witness records...

The differences in clothing and other details described by witnesses in the records are also regarded as cognitive errors caused by fear.

But I didn't expect that there was more than one "high-speed mother-in-law" who was so treacherous and terrifying, with superb kissing skills.

"Their target must be that truck...the Exorcist on it is in danger!"

After pouring the remaining mineral water on his head on the bare Mediterranean Sea, Hiroshi Toda closed the car door.

"The support teams listened to the order and observed at least three "high-speed mother-in-laws" heading towards Shizuoka along the Morimachi section of the Tomei Expressway. The suspected target is the spirit remover on the refrigerated truck..."

As a senior detective, Haito Harumoto also started the engine immediately and stepped on the accelerator hard.

"Move out immediately, be sure to stop that truck before the weirdness arrives, we are driving past from behind..."

"Boom boom boom boom... woo..."

The heat on the hood hadn't dissipated, and the demon Z, with vomit still hanging on the side of the car door, pulled out a long light and shadow, and jumped into the endless black highway.

"Attention, the high-speed mother-in-law has a rule of forcibly twisting people's necks to the rear. Unconditionally slow down at the first contact, and do not continue driving!"

"receive."

...

"Phew, although I'm sorry for those motorcycle racers, at least I saved their lives..."

Under the night, on the speeding refrigerated truck, Araki Sosuke held the steering wheel and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Before throwing the only half bottle of "Hallelujah" left, I was swiftly flashed by the high-speed mother-in-law. Fortunately, I hit the face of the biker on the opposite side, achieving the effect of indirectly becoming a Buddha...

Of course, he had a panoramic view of the chilling "headshot kiss" from the rearview mirror.

"Uncle Watanabe, Uncle Watanabe? Still can't wake up, but since they are all snoring, it should be fine..."

Gently rocking Uncle Watanabe who was unconscious from shock but snoring loudly.

"To be on the safe side, take him to the doctor in the next service area."

Thinking of this, Araki Sousuke subconsciously stepped on the brakes, preparing to slow down...

"?"

However, the truck did not slow down because of this action.

"??"

He applied the brakes repeatedly and intermittently, but the body still showed no sign of slowing down.

"No, no..."

A drop of cold sweat slowly slipped down Araki Sousuke's temple...

"At such a time, the brakes failed?"

As an experienced driver, Sousuke Araki maintained his direction in the face of danger, and began to control the vehicle to downshift manually.

Faced with this situation, putting neutral gear will not help slow down.

Instead, reduce the gear and use the low gear for mechanical deceleration. After the speed drops to a certain level, you can further reduce the speed by intermittently tightening, loosening, and tightening the handbrake, and finally look for the buffer zone or use up the fuel. is the correct way to handle it...

"Wait...so tight...what...what's going on...uh..."

However, the large shift lever of this truck was locked firmly for some reason, even though Sousuke Araki used eighteen tricks to touch it, it still remained motionless.

"Crack."

Perhaps it was because the rubbing was too intense, and with the crackling sound that made teeth sore, the 18cm thick black gear lever broke directly.