I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Toshima District, a high-end apartment near Ikebukuro.

Mochizuki Ayano, with heavy dark circles on her face, was holding a telescope and looking at a slightly lower apartment opposite from the curtain.

On the table in the room, various food packages were scattered in a mess, and a few pieces of underwear were randomly placed on the wide bed. It can be seen that she has lived here for a few days.

Looking out of the window on the fifteenth floor where she lived, she could have a panoramic view of the apartment in the opposite building.

This is a rectangular, ten-storey apartment, each with a large balcony and floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the dead of night, the lights in the apartment are all turned off, and it looks like a long black bar of chocolate.

Just as she propped her chin and was about to fall asleep by the window, the lights in a room in the apartment opposite suddenly flickered on.

"coming."

It was a normal thing for a room to suddenly turn on the light in the middle of the night, maybe it was just someone getting up to go to the bathroom.

But this phenomenon made Mochizuki Ayano cheer up and grabbed the binoculars.

As the lights in that house flickered, turned on and off, the lights in the room not far from the next door, like a relay, also turned on.

The flickering light, as if alive, was swimming among the various rooms in that apartment.

The residents in the apartment didn't seem to notice the sudden flickering lights, and continued to sleep peacefully as if nothing had happened.

Like some kind of primitive gambling machine, the light flickered among several windows for half a minute before stopping in the middle room on the fourth floor.

"Room 405?"

Mochizuki Ayano immediately dialed a certain number.

"Give me all the information on the residents of room 405 immediately, I mean all."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to look at the opposite apartment again.

The lights have been turned off, and the entire apartment has returned to darkness, as if nothing happened just now.

"Hell apartment... This time, I must stop you."

After the Gap Girl was wiped out that night, on the 2CH forum, the ID named IBM700 not only released a new "Call for Papers", but also secretly updated several "Urban Legends" works that had been published long ago.

In order to verify whether the weirdness in these posts really exists, the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Support Analysis Center has launched big data analysis of the case, and the ninth class is also out.

Even she herself has slept less than 4 hours for several days in a row.

And the "hell apartment" in front of him is the first weirdness confirmed by accident.

From the perspective of her left eye, from the moment the light flickered, densely packed "people" appeared on the roof of that apartment.

Those "people" were all pale and blood-stained, some had ropes hanging around their necks, some were split in two, and there were various deaths.

These are all spirits.

The earth-bound spirit who passed away because of this apartment and was bound by it after death.

As the lights stopped flickering, all the "people" on the roof disappeared.

On the empty and clean rooftop, even Mochizuki Ayano's left eye could not see anything abnormal.

...

early morning.

Ikebukuro, the basement of PREGO pachinko shop.

"Bastard! That bitch dared to run away with something..."

In the messy office, Ryukyu Uchimura was staring blankly at an empty safe.

"President."

Gong Lin, who had scars on his brows and feet, led several men into the room respectfully.

"Fujino, for the great cause of the organization, committed suicide at the police station. And that bitch Yuki, as Fujino's niece, took the opportunity to run away with the 'thing' bestowed by the organization."

With an emotionless voice, he stated to several people in Gonglin.

"What, Mr. Fujino...even teak..."

The chairman's words were too informative, and everyone in Gong Lin was shocked. They only felt that the world was cold, and that the blissful Bliss Club seemed to be falling apart overnight.

"You guys, search all over Tokyo, and find that woman Yuki... If the above knows that thing is thrown out, none of us will survive."

Frowning slightly, Uchimura Ryuu sat behind the desk, put his feet on the table, and threw out a file bag.

"As for Fujino, he can't sacrifice in vain. Those who caused all this must pay the price."

The words "Top Secret Files of Informants at Shinjuku Police Station" were also printed on the information bag.

"Miyarin-kun, from today onwards, you will be the cadre assistant of the Bliss Society... Your first task is to get rid of this person and avenge Fujino."

Hearing his words, Gongbayashi stepped forward to open the information bag excitedly and checked: "Informant File No. 250 of the Shinjuku Police Station... Araki Sosuke, male, 22 years old, majoring in ethics in the Department of Sociology, Shibuya University of Economics. There are many Luoquan Yokohama branches...Kendo is not allowed to be taught...105 times of counseling by the police station...Ryoma patrols before connecting with the second contact person..."

Gong Lin took out a piece of paper from the information bag, and looked at it with a strange expression: "This is... Beichen's one-shot style, so everyone can pass it on..."

"Beichen One Sword Style? Is it very powerful?" Seeing that Gong Lin's expression was wrong, and thinking of that kid's skill, Uchimura Ryukyu was also a little cautious.

There is no uniform model and method for evaluating the level of disciples in the ancient Japanese kendo schools.

Since the Edo period, many genres have set up "introductory", "Okuru", "paper cutting", "catalogue", "secret biography", "Okuden", "Shoden", "Jiden", "Gakuden" and so on. Wide variety of exemption levels.

Since the evaluation methods for granting exemptions in various schools are not uniform, some are just for winning actual battles, and some require proficiency in all moves, so the issuance of exemptions is not formal; in the mid-Edo period, it was even popular to give gifts to teachers to get certificates , Sometimes teachers will also award courtesy certificates to people with higher status.

This chaos lasted until the twelfth year of the Meiji era, when the Metropolitan Police Department first set the level of kendo from seventh to second level, and only then did the level of kendo have a relatively fair evaluation method.

However, the custom of granting exemptions by various kendo halls is still preserved.

"It's not that... Beichen is very famous in Daoist circles with one sword... This is exempted, I just happen to have one..."

"I have it too……"

"And I……"

Several men behind him also echoed.

"How many of you have practiced swordsmanship?"

Uchimura Ryukyu suddenly felt that his subordinates were a little unpredictable.

He was actually a senior from the same kendo gym as that kid?

"That's not true. The reason why Beichen Yidao is famous is because their exemptions are widely spread. Even those who have never practiced the way of swords only need to offer a gift of 20,000 yen. After a day of intensive training, they can get ... so many people come here to enrich their resumes."

Hearing the chairman's question, Gong Lin replied truthfully.

"So, this kid is actually a show?"

When he remembered that he was beaten by such a gangster in the toilet of the police station toilet because of the failure of the power of the water tiger, Uchimura Ryukyu felt a mouthful of old blood constricting his chest.

"Brother Gonglin, this guy... looks familiar from another angle..."

At this moment, a man who was behind Gongbayashi stretched out his hand to cover the nose of Araki Sousuke on the file, revealing only his murderous face.

"It's that bastard with the six-pointed star on his sideburns who cheats in the shop!"

Another man said loudly.

"Oh? Looks like you've already met this guy?"

Uchimura Ryukyu asked curiously.

"President, it's like this..."

Gong Lin immediately explained the ins and outs of the incident.

"This guy is still messing with Higashino Yukihira from Nu Luoquan... It seems that he is not just an informant from the police station... Maybe this time it is Nu Luoquan and the police working together to get us..."

Touching his chin, Ryukyu Uchimura began to think.

That kid has good skills and can see through his invisibility. Even if the power of the water tiger didn't fail last night, it would be a lot of trouble to deal with the other party.

Thinking of this kid's close contacts with Nuluoquan and the police station, and possibly even being one of those mysterious and mysterious Exorcists, the wound on his head hurts a little.

The purpose of organizing and supporting the Bliss Club is to accumulate strength in secret and provide as many "sacrifices" as possible, rather than making a big noise to make official organizations notice the existence of "miracles".

Therefore, even though he hated his teeth itchingly, for the time being, he couldn't start a full-scale war with a large organization like Nuluoquan, nor could he take action against the little policeman under the spotlight.

Could it be that, even in the face of this stinky boy, do you have to be timid?

"Crack".

A loud sound came from outside the door.

The iron door of the basement, which was locked from the inside, was directly twisted off the handle from the outside with great force.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't notice to lock the door... However, the quality of your door is too bad."

A thin man less than 1.6 meters tall, carelessly holding a deformed door handle, pushed the door open without apology.

The huge iron gate collapsed behind him.

He has a very short cropped hair, and the shriveled muscles outside the vest are intertwined like a tree trunk, and two red prajna tattoos occupy the entire shoulder.

"Yamakita... Kotaro? When did you return to Tokyo?"

Seeing this short man, Uchimura Ryukyu was not unhappy because he broke his door, but stood up with a happy face.

Because the other party is too short, he can't see the other party with his feet on the table.

"I just came back from Fukuoka the day before yesterday... I heard that your side is short of manpower recently. Minister Tento asked me to come and help, so as not to affect the supply of goods."

The short and thin man named Yamakita Kotaro said in a low voice.

"That's great. Recently, in order not to affect the supply of goods, we can only be cowardly with Nu Luoquan and the police..."

Hearing what the other party said, Uchimura Ryukyu, who had personally killed several of his subordinates last night, breathed a sigh of relief.

The seemingly thin and short Yamakita Tiger Taro in front of him was the one who obtained the "miracle" before himself.

Having acquired the "Red Head Power", he has gained several times the power of a normal human being.

Even if he has the power of a water tiger, he can't compete with him head-on in terms of strength.

If some things were handled by him who had nothing to do with the Bliss Society, it would be much easier to worry about.

It's a pity that this guy who is full of "extreme ways", "benevolence", and "ruoxia" has no IQ at all except for his loyalty to the organization, and is only suitable for physical labor.

He was supposed to shine in the organization, but last year he was fined for walking and eating at the summer festival and throwing food packaging bags. He became angry and overturned a police car in full view, causing serious injuries to two police officers in the car. He became the most wanted criminal, so he had to change his name and surname and went to Fukuoka to temporarily avoid the limelight.

"Hmph, I don't do boring physical work... However, if I have a strong enough opponent, I'd be interested in exercising my muscles... I've been hiding my name for more than a year, but I'm bored..."

Kotaro Yamakita sat carelessly on the stool opposite Uchimura Ryukyu, crumpling the stainless steel doorknob in his hand with a "click".

He is obviously thin and short, but his every move has the demeanor of an extremely big boss.

Sitting there with a stature of less than 1.6 meters tall, he seemed to have a strong sense of disobedience.

"Is the opponent strong enough? There happens to be a kid here who can fight well, and he should let you play for a while..."

Uchimura Ryukyu chuckled and handed the document in front of him to the other party.