I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"During that time, I started delivering at 10 o'clock and didn't get off work until around 4 o'clock in the morning. Then every around 1 o'clock, I would receive a fixed delivery order, and the location was on the first floor of the Royal Copo Apartment .”

Oizumi-kun continued to narrate with a gloomy face.

"It's normal for some customers to place orders at the same time."

"No, I delivered the goods for 5 consecutive nights. I have never met the customer. I just talked to the customer through the door and left the goods at the door as requested."

"That's okay. I have often encountered such customers recently. They must dislike my grimace helmet."

Araki Sousuke became furious when he thought of the horror, disgust, disdain, envy, hunger and other stares at his lower body from the recent guests.

"If this is the case, forget it. Because I live nearby. One afternoon, when I passed by the Royal Kebo Apartment, I saw the police downstairs to understand the situation. I went to hear what they said. The couple were electrocuted and died more than ten days ago while traveling in other places. The police tracked down the two coke-like corpses all the way to this place. And that household... just happened to be the household that I delivered goods for five consecutive days!"

"Sure enough, this is the direction of the plot... You remember the house number wrong, right?"

"I thought so too, but when I checked the order records, I found that those orders were no longer available for viewing."

"Then there is no proof...the dispatch system is wrong."

"Anyway, I'm sure I didn't remember anything wrong... I've been there for five days in a row, and I remember the house number clearly. Anyway, try to get off work before 12 o'clock."

Just when Oizumi-kun warned Araki Sousuke with a serious face, Mitsui Station Master came over.

"Oizumi, are you scaring newcomers again? Thanks to your story, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to work the night shift recently, and I'm having a headache."

Seeing the displeased expression of the delivery station manager, Oizumi immediately closed his mouth.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and started the delivery work.

...

Toshima Ward, East Ikebukuro.

Beneath the huge chimney, one of the landmarks of Ikebukuro, is the Toshima Sweeping Plant.

In the idle shed of the factory, several men with unfriendly faces were sitting inside, eating pizza with numb expressions.

The airtight factory shed was filled with a strong stench.

Kotaro Yamakita, with his upper body bare, bared three huge Prajna ghost face tattoos on his back and shoulders, and was constantly turning a huge car tire, sweating philosophy.

He lifted the exaggeratedly heavy tire with ease in his hands, looking like ants lifting peanuts.

Gong Lin and the others watching from the side were terrified... for fear that he would break his hand.

"Red head" is a ghost with great strength in ancient legends who can easily pull out and insert five-inch nails on the ground repeatedly with bare hands.

And Tiger Taro Yamakita, who originally liked to exercise his body, gained the pure brute force of the red head after swallowing the "red head's scalp".

"Hello, the pizza you ordered on the front shop has arrived."

Outside the factory shed, a man wearing a uniform with the words "Out of the Front Hall" respectfully delivered the pizza.

Several men in the room immediately raised their heads and looked at him expectantly.

"Not that guy, this delivery man has been here three times."

Gong Lin shook his head in disappointment.

The delivery man took a curious look at the few "durian pizza fanatics", and quickly left the venue under their murderous eyes.

He also wondered, even if the Shakey's pizza is very famous, there is no need to order so many durian pizzas during the event.

"Wait, bastard...why is it durian again? I've eaten twelve durian pizzas..."

After the delivery man left, he opened the newly delivered hot pizza on the table, and Mr. Gonglin yelled at another man.

"Because the event funds are limited, it happens that the durian-flavored pizza is having a special event. Not only is the delivery fee free, but also a special voucher for durian pizza. It can be said that the more you order, the cheaper it is... Besides, the button to order again is at the top, no need It is very convenient to re-select the address..."

The man explained proudly.

"Damn it, why didn't the boy come to deliver it even after ordering more than ten orders? Are you sure he has to go to work tonight?"

Gong Lin snarled while chewing the pizza, his mouth full of durian breath.

From the police informant file, they found out that this guy's latest work contact address was the Ikebukuro distribution station in the front building. In order to deal with this guy in a low-key manner, he thought of a way to seduce him to deliver food to his door.

But when the funds for this mission have been burned to the brink of danger, and they are relying on special promotions to continue their lives, they haven't seen the boy yet.

"Boss Gonglin, we have already found someone to confirm with our own eyes in advance. That guy is already working at the delivery station, and he is wearing a special photo suit for the joint event. It is easy to recognize."

Another man responded with an even stronger durian tone.

"Then what are you talking about, let's move on."

When Tiger Taro Yamakita, who had been silent in the corner, opened his mouth, several people immediately fell silent.

"Ding Dong, the order has been successfully placed, thank you for your patronage!"

In the silent factory shed, only the sound of the APP and the sound of chewing pizza are left.

Three hours later.

"Hi'er. Boss Gonglin, I can't eat anymore. I don't want to smell durian pizza in my life..."

"Bastard, didn't I ask you to change to some other flavors!"

"I also want to order bluefin tuna and king crab leg limited pizza, but the event funds are limited..."

The factory shed has been occupied by the strong smell of durian, and the newly ordered boxes of pizza have been put aside and no one cares about it.

"Hello, the pizza you delivered at the front shop has arrived."

A deliveryman said so and walked into the warehouse.

"Hi'er... is it coming again? If it still tastes like durian, you can cut off your little finger..."

Hearing this voice, several men lying on their stomachs raised their heads from the table tiredly.

The one who came in with a box of durian pizza was a man in a tight black leather jacket and a ghost motorcycle helmet.

"That's... that's him, finally here!"

Several men got up and rushed towards the warehouse door.

"Huh? Seeing me so excited, are you a big fan of Ghost Rider?"

The one who entered the warehouse was Sousuke Araki who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing a few people running towards him with excited faces, he couldn't help but think to himself.

Before he could react to what happened, those "super fans" with excited faces passed him directly and rushed to the door...

"Clatter la la la".

The rolling door of the factory shed was pulled down by several people.

"Sousuke Araki, dare to spoil the affairs of our Bliss Club, come... Let's count your crimes."

Gong Lin walked out of the factory shed sternly, and while quickly swallowing the durian pizza in his mouth, he took out a pistol and pointed it at Sousuke Araki.