I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"When it comes to how you got in, you have to thank yourself..."

Niya took out a black camcorder from under the hem of her skirt and threw it to Moto Koida.

"This... this is my..."

"Is it really possible to put this stuff in that kind of place?" 』

This is exactly the camera he put on the grass before he decided to help Suzuki-kun "pull the door".

"Wait... I clearly remember taking pictures... How could that be?!"

Quickly replaying the contents of the camera, Oida Moto let out an incredible exclamation.

From beginning to end, through his lens, there are no telephone booths in the park at all.

And after the camera was placed on the ground, he himself just walked into a white mist and disappeared.

"Although I have a way to break through some hidden 'enchantments', I also need relatively accurate positioning..."

Just as Oida Moto went all the way into the park with a camera in hand, Niya who rushed over also entered through the park gate to check the situation.

"It's all thanks to your camera that recorded the location of this phone booth, allowing me to do things like this precisely through fat times."

"Although it's not impossible for you to be slashed by anger, in short, the current result is good, so you don't have to care about those details..."

When she came to the pond, apart from the extremely thick white mist, there was nothing suspicious nearby.

However, the camera on the ground with a flashing red light caught her attention.

After discovering the abnormal shooting content in the camera, she decisively summoned the magic sword Gulam, and used the "Twilight Sword Qi" to cut through the barrier hidden in the white mist.

"According to the analysis of the information at hand, this weird phone booth should be able to manipulate or imitate the victim who came in, and make a call to attract the next victim here..."

"Isn't this the same as those religious pyramid schemes?!"

After being locked in this phone booth, nothing terrible happened for a while, and Moto Oida's rusty brain began to work again.

"However, if it has already swallowed us into the 'stomach', what are we waiting for now, is it secreting gastric juice?!"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of my relationship with an unplanned 'outsider' that destroyed its principle of insisting on a single P..."

Niya held the broken blade and looked around vigilantly.

"Or maybe it's because we are watching our clothes, and we may tear them up at any time..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a black figure flashed across the glass grille behind her.

"There are... there are ghosts!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a bloodshot eyeball stuck tightly to one of the panes of glass, greedily peering at Moto Oida from the outside.

"No, the foreplay has begun..."

Seeing Oida Moto pointing at his back and screaming, Niya turned around and swung his sword without hesitation.

The orange-red sword energy silently annihilated on the inner wall of the phone booth.

There, nothing.

"Zizizizi..."

At the same time, on the ground, the receiver connected to the telephone through a spring-shaped telephone wire made a strange electric sound.

A few minutes ago, this receiver was like a frog catching insects with its tongue, and after entangled Moto Oida, he lay there quietly.

"Is it the town fire? Help... help... Yoshihara, Yuguoli is on fire..."

"Fire...so big...so hot...call someone here..."

"Ahem... it hurts... I can't breathe... someone help me..."

"Grand... Grandpa, my legs are cramped and my waist is weak... Can someone help me..."

The distorted and desperate cries of several men and women came from the receiver.

"Crackling..."

Among the background sounds on the other end of the receiver, there seemed to be a crisp sound similar to burning firewood.

"Ahh! Don't look for me...I didn't do anything!!"

Hearing these voices, Koida Moto felt dizzy, and was so frightened that he sat down in the corner with his head in his hands and his buttocks.

"Don't listen."

Niya slashed out three sword auras, and slammed them fiercely on the telephone, telephone line and receiver in front of her.

But as before, no trace was left.

"Small, be careful!"

Suddenly, a black shadow passed silently across the glass behind Moto Koida.

"puff."

Just as Niya was about to raise his sword to guard, the Gulam in his hand suddenly shrank and turned into an ordinary utility knife.

"Tsk, something that will soften if the frequency is a little faster!"

"Help...there are children here..."

"Huh...huh...someone call someone...I can't pull it out..."

At the same time, a pungent "white mist" drifted out from the telephone receiver on the ground with the sound of cries, dyeing the inside of the telephone booth smoky and pitch black.

"Is this... smoke?"

It was only then that Niya realized that what was lingering outside the phone booth was not the white mist she thought it was at all.

that's smoke...

The billowing smoke filling the fire scene!

"Don't leave me alone..."

"Come with us..."

Just when Niya threw away the utility knife and stretched out her hand into the hem of the skirt, several scorched, hot, dry and blood-stained arms penetrated into the phone booth from all directions, submerging the two of them.

"Give you... your real name... Mjolnir!"

Following her roar, a piece of thunder flashed through the gap between her arms.

"Crackling...boom!"

Those slender arms shattered to the ground in the thunder, revealing Niya holding a delicate silver hammer.

Armed under the skirt and crowned under a pseudonym.

"Hey, hold on tighter, it's only been a few seconds..."

In the smoke, Niya struggled to move her feet, wanting to get closer to Moto Oida, but those arms that were endless and penetrating at 360 degrees obviously did not intend to let her do so.

"Are these resentful spirits burned to death?"

She could only dance the thunder light continuously, smashing the arms around her, and watched Oida Moto rolling her eyes and disappearing into those arms...

Surrounded by dense arms and thick smoke, Moto Oida felt as if he was in a suffocating fire, his whole body was scorching hot, and his lungs were so dry that he couldn't breathe even a trace of oxygen.

Call up……

call someone...

help me……

no matter who...

It will be all right……

His consciousness sank little by little amidst the painful whispers lingering in his ears, and gradually became rigid.

"Don't...name...the...World Honored One..."

A series of black arms manipulated his body like a marionette, walking towards the opposite phone...

"Bless... aha!"

Suddenly, there was a scalding burning pain in the buttocks, and the blushing Koi Tianen couldn't help but hum.

"Puff."

A faint flame ignited from the trouser pocket on his hip, and shot up along the surrounding arms...

"Uh ah ah ah ah..."

Stained by the flames, the densely packed arms of Xiaojing Tianyuan were all turned into ashes in the mournful wailing within a second...

As if encountering something terrible, the scorched arms that continued to pour in from the inner wall of the telephone booth bypassed Yuan Xiaojing as if avoiding the plague, and attacked Niya one after another.

Even the suffocating smoke that lingered around him rose and scattered with the flames.

In this chaotic telephone booth where souls are dying, the place where Xiaojing Tianyuan stands suddenly becomes a piece of pure land.