I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Oh, thank you... Yes, right, where is Ar-Araki-kun? What did you do to him?"

Dazedly took the wet tissue and wiped his face, drank some water, and ate a piece of sausage. Kei Watanabe, who woke up, suddenly remembered something, and asked the men tremblingly.

"Brother Araki has something important to do, so he's going back to Tokyo first. Before leaving, he told us to take good care of you and this car, please rest assured..."

Under the truck, Ichimoto Miyayuki slowly climbed out with tools in hand.

"As for what happened after the car's brakes failed halfway and the gearbox failed, let me answer it for you...Although we were also called halfway..."

"What...brake failure?!"

"Don't worry, those precious wagyu cattle are all in the carriage... The accident investigation team of the insurance company is already on the way..."

Coming to Kei Watanabe, Ichimoto Gongyuki kindly lit a cigarette for the confused uncle.

"Uncle Watanabe, have you provoked or conflicted with anyone recently?"

When asked this question suddenly, Kei Watanabe couldn't help but look blank.

"How come, don't look at me like this, I am known as a nice guy everywhere."

"Yeah?"

Squinting slightly, looking at the coastline in the distance, Ichimoto Miyayuki raised a dangerous smile at the corner of his mouth.

『The scorched circuit components of the gearbox and the neatly cut marks on the brake hose don’t look like ordinary malfunctions. 』

After preliminary inspection, the car's brakes failed because the brake hose was broken.

This is an extremely vicious method.

After the brake oil pipe breaks, the vehicle will not have a significant change in braking performance at the beginning.

But as the brake fluid gradually leaks, the braking force will begin to decline until it returns to zero.

The gear lock is caused by the circuit components of the gearbox due to overload, short circuit, and burnt.

"The person who did all this was targeting the transportation company or Uncle Watanabe, or..."

...

The brackish sea breeze, carrying fine grains of sand, floated into the car window without glass, and slapped on the smooth back of the head.

"Report, originally the Metropolitan Police Department has set up a buffer checkpoint in Numazu City as planned..."

The tattered Devil Z was driving slowly on the straight highway, shaking like peeing from time to time.

"However, through the traffic surveillance camera, it was discovered that the target truck turned off Fujiyubi Branch Road after passing through Shizuoka 20 minutes ago..."

Haito Harumoto, who was driving, was in communication with the support team through his mobile phone.

On the right side of the road is the rising sun and the fiery red coastline.

"Get off the Fuji Yuhiji Road... Araki Sousuke, is this guy planning to drive an out-of-control truck into the city..."

Hiroshi Toda touched his chin in distress, completely indifferent to admiring the beautiful scenery around him.

"However, it has nothing to do with him speeding or anything..."

His target is only the high-speed mother-in-law. As for the speeding of the kid, as the vice president of the association, he has no obligation to take care of it.

What's more, the two people in the car can't protect themselves now.

With Demon Z's current state, whether it can last to the next service area is a problem.

"The latest information, the transportation company has just received a call from a large truck driver named Kei Watanabe..."

During the communication, there was another report that confused the two people in the car.

"...His big truck broke down suddenly on the way, but fortunately he got help from enthusiastic motorcycle enthusiasts passing by."

"Now the truck with brake failure has been stopped on the abandoned Fuji Yubizhi Bridge at the mouth of the Fuji River!"

"What, 'Passing Passionate Motorcyclists'?! Wait, could it be those bosozoku..."

In Harumoto Kaito's mind, for some reason, the figures of those bosozoku who brushed shoulders with Demon Z and had bad eyes appeared.

However, those guys, no matter how you look at it, have nothing to do with words like "passing by", "enthusiastic", and "car friends".

"I see, it must be called by that guy..."

Thinking of someone who exudes a "similar aura" with those men, Hiroshi Toda suddenly took it for granted.

In any case, there were no casualties due to this joint operation, and the two people on Demon Z were relieved.

"Wait... what time is it..."

His gaze shifted to the watch, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Toda Hiroshi's forehead.

"It's almost eight o'clock...what's the matter?"

Kaito Harumoto looked at him curiously.

"From Shizuoka, it takes an hour and a half at the fastest to drive 120 yards, not counting the traffic jam in the morning rush hour..."

His eyes stayed on the instrument panel at a speed of less than 60 yards per hour, and dense sweat poured out from Hiroshi Toda's Mediterranean Sea.

"It's over, it's over, the awarding ceremony of the exemption is ten o'clock..."

"The glorious moment when I personally issued the exemption to the first international spirit remover with the status of the Holy See in the history of the association..."

The chairman of Shiben is very old, and the strong contenders for the next chairman are only himself and Master Hongfa, who doesn't care about world affairs.

However, after the Obon Festival, spirit eliminators from major families and shrines sprung up like mushrooms after rain, which made him feel a professional crisis.

Missing the awarding ceremony, unable to record the development history of the association, losing political capital, failing to run for the chairman...

Due to getting older, he stepped down as the vice president to do heavy work, his wife took her property and ran away with the pork guy, and her daughter married and immigrated overseas...

The old self lived alone in a trailer in the wild, and was plagued by illness and curses every day looking at the photos of the past and crying, and was finally robbed and killed by a passing gangster with a knife...

He seemed to see that his career and even the world line began to change like dominoes collapsing at this moment.

"...No, no one can stop the wheel of fate!"

"Aren't you a special racing driver, show your confidence, drive me to 160 yards, and send me to Numazu to change cars!"

"Vice President Tsukita, calm down, don't grab the steering wheel, this car can drive to sixty yards because I am very careful..."

Under Hiroshi Changtian's sudden madness, the tattered Devil Z began to take the "S"-shaped route on the magnificent coastal expressway...

"Puff..."

"Oops, it's smoking, the engine must be dead!" It’s all the vice president’s fault that you moved too violently, pushing Demon Z to the limit...』

Then, as a puff of black smoke rose from the hood and a burnt smell was released, the whole car broke down on the road completely.

"Damn it!!! That should have been a historic moment in my life, Hiroshi Tsuneda (43 years old)!"

"For this day, I specially ordered a new suit and carefully selected a tie..."

On the quiet and deserted coastline, the mournful cry of a middle-aged social animal sounded.

"It's all due to Sousuke Araki, who is illegally exorcising spirits, and his nasty Fusangshin!!!"