I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Facing the problem of the woman in front of him, Araki Sosuke started a fierce struggle in his heart.

Sousuke Araki, 22 years old, virgin.

This is the first time in the past five years that a woman has been approached by you without scaring her away. You must seize the opportunity.

The answer is beautiful, whether it will appear too frivolous.

If the answer is not beautiful, it may make the other party feel withdrawn.

The answer was so-so, feeling insincere.

Seeing the woman's big eyes looking at him "expectantly", Araki Sosuke put on a posture of a prodigal son in love, leaning on the wall with one hand, and handsomely gave his answer.

"Ahem... I don't know if you are beautiful in other people's eyes, but the ancients said that Xi Shi is in the eyes of lovers. If you let me know you better, maybe you have a chance to become the most beautiful woman in my heart."

Hearing his words, the woman looked at him suspiciously, as if she didn't react for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, the woman walked towards Araki.

As the distance between the two gradually narrowed, Araki Sousuke stiffly maintained the posture of supporting the wall with one hand, and his heart had already jumped to his throat.

Well done, the answer just now was indeed 100 points.

"Am I so...pretty?"

Under Araki Sousuke's expectant gaze, the woman slowly walked up to him.

Lifting her hair softly and gracefully, she gently picked up the string of the mask tied behind her ears, as if she was about to take off the mask.

Seeing her very charming movements, smelling the faint fragrance of the other party, Araki Sousuke's breathing gradually became heavy.

What kind of delicate face will be under that mask.

At this moment, a large amount of black air gushed out uncontrollably from the woman, and was sucked into Araki Sousuke's body.

The whole process lasted about two seconds.

Naturally, Sousuke Araki couldn't see the black air, he just kept looking forward to the woman who was standing still just before taking off the mask.

Why don't you take it, are you ashamed?

The woman seemed to weaken instantly and fell to the ground.

"What's the matter, is it anemia?" Araki Sousuke immediately put down the cardboard box in his hand and reached out to help.

The woman's bloodshot eyes contained horror and disbelief, as if avoiding a scourge, she turned around and scrambled into the dark corridor of the apartment.

At that speed, the 100-meter progress took 9 seconds.

"Hey... Are you scared away by me again? At least let me know your name."

Looking at the other party's slender back as if swallowed by the dim corridor, Araki Sousuke sighed.

Because of tattoos, airplane heads, criminal looks, and the smell of poverty, almost a hundred girls were scared away by him.

Since the other party also lives in this apartment, next time we meet, we must explain it well.

While thinking this way, Araki Sousuke entered the corridor in frustration.

A door in front of him suddenly opened slowly...

In the crack of the door, a pale eyeball looked extremely abrupt under the weak light.

That eyeball just stared at Araki Sousuke lifelessly.

As he got closer, Sousuke Araki saw a short, fat middle-aged man behind the crack of the door.

He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded politely to the other party.

Does this uncle have a habit of spying on his new neighbors?

The other party didn't respond, just stared at him quietly.

"Hey hey, have you met Miss Zetian?"

It wasn't until he walked through that door that he heard the uncle inside say so quietly.

"Oh! So her name is Zetian? What a rare beauty..."

Just when Sousuke Araki wanted to obtain more personal information of "Miss Sawada" from the familiar, the other party closed the door with a "bang".

"What a weirdo..."

Araki Sousuke returned to his room muttering.

The house is empty, and his "private collection" is still at school. Sosuke Araki just sent a message with his best friend to show off that "the neighbor in the new apartment has a big beauty", and then took out the sheets in the closet and laid it down for sleep down.

In the dark room, the door of the closet slid open, and a pale eyeball suddenly appeared in the crack of the door, quietly staring at Sousuke Araki, who was snoring in his sleep.

...

The next day, Araki Sosuke got up early.

No way, the sound insulation effect of this kind of old-fashioned apartment is naturally not ideal.

Since the middle of the night last night, there have always been rustling footsteps upstairs, as if there were many people walking around.

The noise made him unable to fall asleep deeply.

Just as he folded the quilt and put it in the closet, and then moved the old low table back to its original position, a piece of paper-like object floated down from the inside of the table.

Araki Sousuke picked up the piece of paper curiously.

This is a piece of slightly yellow rectangular talisman paper, with incomprehensible red runes painted on it with cinnabar or something like that.

"This is... a talisman?"

This kind of talisman is very common in shrines.

Maybe the landlord put it in auspicious way. After all, this room can be regarded as a "psychologically defective item".

Throwing the talisman paper into the trash can, Sousuke Araki picked up his phone again to check if there were any short messages such as interview notices.

A hand slipped, and his old-fashioned mobile phone fell under the low table.

Araki Sousuke had no choice but to bend his body and get under the low table to pick it up.

When he got the phone and was about to back away, he glanced up subconsciously.

With this glance, Araki Sosuke's eyes were tearing apart.

"Crap? Isn't this!"

Araki Sousuke was so knocked that he turned over, and the low table was naturally turned upside down by him.

On the back of the low table, yellow talisman papers were densely pasted layer upon layer!

There are hundreds of them by visual estimate.

The angry Araki Sousuke immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the housing agency.

Landlords in Japan generally do not have direct contact with tenants, and most of them leave it to intermediary companies to communicate.

"Moxi, Moxi, this is Hou Hailudou from the intermediary department of 【Caution! Haunted House Appraisal】..."

On the other end of the phone, a man with a frivolous tone answered the phone casually.

Araki Sousuke immediately complained to the other party.

Then vaguely heard words such as "old lady, there is a customer complaining", "just perfunctory him".

"What? This is a peace talisman I asked for from the Asakusa Shrine? Don't bully me because I am less educated. I still know the words "evil spirits retreat" on it...and this amount...has reached the level of curse, okay? And the shower, and the noisy neighbor upstairs..."

After negotiating with the intermediary company, the other party only promised to send someone to repair the shower in the near future.

"Damn it, why use the excuse that no one lives upstairs... wait..."

After hanging up the phone, Sousuke Araki turned his head to look at the densely packed talisman papers under the table, and swallowed hard.

Sure enough, the words "Asakusa Shrine" were printed on the corner of the talisman paper.

Suddenly he rushed to the bottom of the table excitedly, carefully took off the talisman papers one by one, and gathered them neatly into a pile.

Then, Araki Sousuke put his thumb in his mouth and licked it skillfully, counting the talisman papers like counting money.

"A total of two hundred and forty-three... Hehe..."

After counting, he happily put the stack of talisman papers stained with saliva into his pocket, as if it was a stack of banknotes.

The Asakusa Shrine next to Sensoji Temple has been known as the "Sanja God" since ancient times.

All kinds of guards and talisman papers in the shrine are said to be very effective, and the supply is in short supply.

Prices start at 500 yen.

If this stack can be sold, it will be 120,000 yen.

Four months' rent.

Thinking of this, the dissatisfaction in his heart immediately disappeared.

Arranging the things in the cardboard boxes in the room, seeing that the time was approaching in the afternoon, Araki Sousuke rode to the place where he worked part-time.

Araki Sousuke picked up the piece of paper curiously.

"This is... a recommendation ticket?"