I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

After a while, the video fed back by the drone appeared on Takeshi Iwata's phone.

The top floor of the apartment is a very common platform with a green protective net. Looking through the spy probe carried by the drone, there is nothing abnormal.

Japan has a relatively high population density, and it is very common for ordinary residential buildings to have some spirits active.

And this seemingly weird Tibetan apartment, from the perspective of the eliminator, is actually much cleaner than ordinary mansions.

No abnormality is the biggest abnormality.

Back at the door of an apartment on the third floor, Mochizuki Ayano nodded to Takeshi Iwata.

"The two residents on the first floor have not experienced any abnormalities so far. It is preliminarily confirmed that the problem of this apartment exists above the second floor... 304 is the resident who committed suicide recently. Rika Okimoto's residence is from here, one by one. Check it out."

Takeshi Iwata was clearly prepared, took out a key, and quietly opened the door of Room 304.

In places where homicides have occurred recently, it is very likely that spirit bodies remain.

The door opened, and what came out was a smell like rotten meat, rotten eggs, and rags washed into the sewer and fermented.

Faced with this smell that is enough to make ordinary people vomit, the three of them just frowned slightly.

This is a delicate and elegant two-bedroom apartment. From the decoration and placement details, it can be seen that the hostess has certain requirements for the quality of life.

The things in the room still retain the traces of Okimoto Rika's life.

"According to the case information of the Criminal Division, no other person's biological characteristics were collected in the room, so the case was closed as suicide."

Takeshi Iwata looked at the information on the phone and said.

"No one has been here... It doesn't mean that nothing else has been here..."

Mochizuki Ayano looked at the apartment in front of her, feeling a chill down her back.

In her line of sight, the floor, furniture, ceiling, and walls of this apartment were all covered with dense bloody hand and footprints.

Under the desk near the window, which is close to the place where Okimoto Rika hanged himself, Mochizuki Ayano squatted down and picked up a few pieces of torn yellow paper.

The fragments were not complete, and Mochizuki Ayano put them together, only the words "it's my turn" could be seen.

"It's...it's your turn? Okimoto Rika, did you contact your family before that, or leave a suicide note or diary?"

She remembered the record about the Kuramae apartment that she had seen on 2CH.

"The relationship between her and her family has always been very rigid, and she has almost no communication... Judging from the results of the criminal department's evidence collection, there is no text message related to suicide."

Takeshi Iwata checked the information on his phone and sighed.

As far as unnatural cases are concerned, what Lesson 9 can do is often very limited, even if it can eliminate the haunting spirits.

As for what kind of horror the victim encountered during his lifetime, Lesson 9 can often only deduce one or two from the remaining information, and the truth of the incident will be lost forever in the dust of time.

From room 304, from the second floor to the fifth floor, the three of them entered the remaining rooms one by one to check.

The more rooms they entered, the uglier the faces of the three became.

The rooms are clean and tidy and look like they are occupied and cleaned regularly.

In addition to being densely covered with traces of spiritual activities, it is also full of traces of life.

I saw half of the newspapers, crooked slippers at the entrance, messy beds, children's toys thrown on the ground, worn out clothes...

However, according to the information in Lesson 9, these vacant rooms should be without water and electricity, making them uninhabitable!

"It's like... these residents are still here, repeating their life before they died."

Mochizuki Ayano's eyes stopped at the door of Room 502.

501 and 502 are the last two rooms at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.

Compared with other doors, there are very few hand and footprints.

"Is anyone living in these two rooms?"

She confirmed to Takeshi Iwata softly.

Iwata shook his head numbly.

"open to take a look."

Mochizuki Ayano rolled her eyes and made a decision.

Takeshi Iwata immediately took out a key and opened the door of 502.

Before the action, the keys to all the rooms in the Kuramae apartment naturally fell into the hands of Lesson Nine.

This is a one-bedroom room slightly larger than Room 102 where Sousuke Araki lived directly opposite below.

Simple furniture is readily available.

Iwata Takeshi, who was walking in the front, did not rush into the room, but gently wiped the ground at the entrance with his fingers, his fingertips were clean and clean.

"Very clean."

Mochizuki Ayano, who was behind him, said something.

Naturally, she meant not only that the ground was clean, but... that there were no bloody hand and footprints left by the activities of the Wraith in the room.

The three of them stepped into the room, and Takeshi Iwata touched the stove and range hood at the door lightly with gloves, and there were no oil stains or traces of use.

Then, he checked the bathroom, toilet, and trash can, and there were no traces of use.

Mochizuki Ayano looked around, feeling an indescribably strange feeling in her heart.

"This place is too spotless if no one lives there."

She paused, walked to the desk in front of the bedroom window, and continued: "If there are people living here, they will come here uninvited. They don't need to eat, throw garbage, take a bath, sleep, and even ghosts dare not enter the house to disturb them." The guest... who could it be..."

Tokimoto Ichiro and Iwata Takeshi glanced at each other, and their expressions became gloomy.

There is only one answer, weird.

Combined with the information at hand, the most likely strange person living here is naturally... the Gap Girl who is active around this place.

They shuddered at the thought that the Gap Girl might wait quietly in this room during the day, leaving the apartment to hunt when night fell.

Just as the three of them continued to explore the room, a pale eyeball appeared in the drawer of the desk at some point, silently looking at the three of them.

Mochizuki Ayano was extremely sensitive to sight, and turned her head to look into the gap of the drawer as if sensing something.

The moment her eyes met that eyeball, a spiritual power burst from her eyes, and immediately a golden flame burned on the eyeball in the drawer.

Entangled by the flames, the eyeball immediately disappeared from the gap.

"What's wrong?"

Aware of the abnormality, Tokimoto Ichiro in the bedroom came to her side in an instant, his vigorous steps were not at all like the trembling before.

"Eye of the Gap...why is it here...let's evacuate first."

Mochizuki Ayano sweated slightly on her forehead. If it wasn't for her left eye, which is extremely sensitive to sight, and immediately discovered the eyeball in the gap, the fate of herself and others might be...

She thought of the miserable situation of Uncle Wengu and Xiangta on that bone-chilling night.