I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"The underground subways and sewers all over Tokyo cover up the crimes of the yang world and accumulate a lot of resentment. It is very easy to breed the existence of resentment."

Compared to Araki Sousuke's exclamation, Kotori Yumami didn't show any surprise.

"Even the most experienced spirit removers are extremely shy about going into this kind of place..."

Turning a corner, her gaze was slightly fixed, and several pieces of talisman paper appeared between her fingers: "It should be in front."

What appeared in the sight of the two was a temporarily welded iron fence with seals attached.

Behind the iron fence is a dark and deep pedestrian passage that cannot be seen at a glance.

In the darkness, the golden pupil of Araki Sousuke's left eye was shining with a strange light like a beast.

And in the depths of the golden pupil, a ray of pure white flame appeared and disappeared from time to time.

As soon as he turned his head, Xiaoniao Youmao's sight was firmly attracted by the luster in his eyes, and he felt that the world was spinning and he didn't know where he was.

"Try not to look into my left eye, I can't control this power yet."

Araki Sousuke closed his left eye, and after waking up the absent-minded girl, he pointed to a place behind the fence...

"There……"

"The grievances around are flowing there."

The abnormal flow of resentment indicates that there is an existence in that direction that can absorb and affect resentment.

Xiaoniao Youzhengyu tried to pull the iron fence, but found that it was not moving.

"Is it locked? It seems that someone from the subway company is going to come over..."

"Crack."

Before she finished speaking, the iron fence had been pulled mercilessly by Araki Sosuke, and with a miserable gesture, he gave way enough for two people to pass through.

"Let's make a quick decision and try to provide as many 'services' as possible tonight... After all, this thick guy around my waist is very edible."

Taking the lead, Araki Sousuke entered the passage without hesitation.

"……All right."

Looking at the "public property" beside her who was twisted into a twisted shape and completely deformed, the girl raised her eyebrows, and followed Araki Sousuke silently, entering the passage where she couldn't see her fingers.

From Araki Sousuke's left eye, the passageway where you can't see your fingers is as bright as day.

Xiaoniao Youzhengong's eyes sometimes had blue lights flickering, obviously he also had some kind of secret method to strengthen spiritual vision.

While walking silently, a row of coin-operated temporary lockers covered with dark red rust appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

This kind of locker can be seen everywhere in the subway in Japan. It does not need to verify the identity. It can be used only by inserting coins and setting a one-time password. The larger ones can even fit a 28-inch suitcase.

"Is this the locker that found the body?"

Looking at the row of lockers wrapped in heavy resentment and with indelible blood stains remaining in the rust, the two looked at each other and smiled wryly.

"...It seems that the commission from the Metropolitan Police Department was not randomly given."

Originally thought that it would delay a little bit of time, search for traces of resentful spirits and the like.

Unexpectedly, there seems to be no hidden intention at all in the existence here.

"The existence of hidden traces is basically a resentful spirit or weirdness above level [1]."

Yu Mayumi Kotori explained carefully and carefully to Sousuke Araki, who was "the first legal exorcism".

"The vast majority of resentful spirits will linger in places where their lives end or resentment gathers, and they do not hide their consciousness..."

"Bang... bang... bang..."

As if sensing the approach of the two, the row of more than ten lockers made a drumming sound at the same time.

It was as if something wanted to rush out of it.

"Come on, no matter what kind of poor and hungry wraith, I will let this exorcist (apprentice) Araki Sousuke provide you with the top-level service of 'going to Buddha', and you only need to pay for the white light in your body Just fine!"

Just when Sousuke Araki was preparing his mind and preparing for a hand-to-hand fight with the existence inside...

"I'm tired of guarding my children."

"After the Obon festival, the snow fell."

"The child is crying non-stop, and the Obon festival is here."

"But what's there to be happy about?"

"No new clothes, no belts."

"The child is always crying, it's hard to watch over."

"One day after another, people become thinner and thinner."

"I really want to go out as soon as possible and leave this ghost place."

A female magnetic voice hummed a distant and serene nursery rhyme, which echoed repeatedly in the passage.

As the singing sounded, the tin locker immediately fell silent.

"Wow……"

From time to time, you can still hear the baby crying and laughing.

"This song is very familiar, it seems to be..."

"That's right, it's "Bamboo Field's Son Shoubai"."

The two looked at each other and heard this popular ballad at the same time.

"Zhutian の 子守呵" is a folk song adapted from a village called Takeda in Kyoto.

Because of its beautiful and mournful tunes and the singing of various bands, it only took three years to become popular in Japan.

However, because the title and content of the song touched on the socially sensitive issues of tribal minorities in the Kyoto area, it was banned by the Japanese government from the 1970s to the 1990s, and then it was re-sung by Japanese children and included in various selections of nursery rhymes. .

"Quick... let's go..."

At the same time, the woman's desolate, intermittent, and scalp-numbing voice came from their ears.

"While this child... is asleep..."

"Excuse me, where are you?"

Feeling that the owner of the voice didn't seem hostile, Mayumi Kotori tried to communicate.

"We... are here to help..."

However, the other party did not answer her question, but continued to hum, "Bamboo Field's Son Shoubai".

"Come on, she's in the biggest locker."

Araki Sousuke walked towards the locker wrapped in strong resentment without hesitation.

As he approached, the resentment on the locker quickly flowed into his body as if he had encountered an industrial exhaust fan.

The low-pitched ballad became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped abruptly.

"Wow...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Before he approached, the baby's shrill cry suddenly resounded through the dark passage, echoing repeatedly.

The shrine maiden robe on Xiaoniao Youzhengong's body was windless, and Youlan's spiritual power surged through, and spontaneously resisted the crying that was enough to make ordinary people kneel down.

"Crack...crack...crack...crack..."

The iron doors of the dilapidated lockers were opened one by one, knocking on the locker repeatedly.

Scarlet blood flowed slowly from the cabinets, like several small waterfalls.

Numerous dark red stumps and internal organs, like exhibits on display, slowly squirmed in each cabinet.

"This death should be the previous victim..."

Seeing this tragic scene, Xiaotiao Youmao frowned slightly.

The case information I checked before and the scene in front of me gradually overlapped in my mind.

"So, is she enslaved by the resentful spirits here?"

"Crunch..."

At the same time, the largest locker, which is big enough to hold a suitcase, slowly opened itself amidst the piercing sound of rust.