I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 125 The Forgotten Person

"Qianyue-chan, should we go back?"

At the corner of the stairs of a dilapidated and old house, two female high school students were exploring by the light of their mobile phones late at night. This two-story, one-family building has been idle since the 1970s. There have been rumors of being haunted for a long time.

"What are you afraid of? Ayako, didn't you bring up the topic of trying your courage? How can there be ghosts in this world? It's all just urban legends."

The taller Qianxue obviously didn't believe in the theory of gods and ghosts, and insisted on climbing the stairs to death. However, when she led the way up to the second floor on the creaking wooden boards, her whole body instantly became stiff and motionless.

"What's wrong?"

The timid Ayako followed curiously. At the end of the corridor on the second floor, stood a woman with disheveled hair and a pale face, slowly floating over.

"Ahhh!"

The two of them screamed at the same time, and Ayako dragged Qianyuki and fled down the stairs. Fortunately, the woman's slow movement allowed them to escape from the haunted house.

"There really is a ghost!"

"It's all your fault, why don't you run away quickly and go to the shrine tomorrow to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters."

"Where did you find this card issuer?"

Harumi Yoshimura, who looked haggard, forced a smile, and Yuko nodded obediently without retorting.

"Please, please take me home, Yuko and Kenta are still waiting for me."

"I'm starting."

In the blink of an eye, Yato appeared out of thin air and was completely gone. He grabbed the half-empty sake bottle and appeared carelessly. Taixu didn't pay back his 300 million yen last time, so it was a difficult time.

Kamiya Rin grabbed Fujii Shu, she had a solution, even though it was a big project.

Rin Kamiya, a shrine maiden dressed in red hakama and white clothes, wears another mitshin sword on her waist, holds a bunch of gold bells in her hand, her long hair is tied up with white linen, and her cherry lips seem to be smeared with rouge and lipstick.

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"Eh?! Aren't you afraid? I'm a ghost!"

"Grrrr!"

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, a woman in white clothes crawled out. Her hair was disheveled and her face could not be seen clearly. A frightening sound came from her throat, and she turned her head and slowly approached.

Fujii took over the task, and then he thought about whether the two million yen reward was brought by Shigure, a Zashiki boy who can attract wealth. Generally, the monthly salary of an island countryman is 300,000 yen.

Two million yen is not a small sum of money.

Yato reacted with some disdain, picked up Shinnosuke on the ground, and used it to wipe the foam from the corner of his mouth.

In a corner of Tokyo, a drunk man in sportswear was lying on the asphalt roadside. He suddenly got up excitedly and walked into the deserted alley next to him.

In the car heading to Yubai Shrine, Kamiya Rin explained the precautions for attracting souls. Fujii Shu thought of something and took off a five-yen coin amulet from his neck. Except for a few cracks, it was the same as the usual cheap god.

There is no difference in the characters.

Kamiya Rin did not bring a weapon. It was just a normal incident. It was enough for one person to bring a weapon.

"Wait for me a moment."

Please.

Rin Kamiya was used to seeing everything, so he took the hairpin and asked questions.

Fujii let go of his hand. Perhaps his arrogance frightened the dead souls. From the door of the room on the second floor, another six or seven-year-old boy walked out. The two dead souls were one thirteen or fourteen years old and the other six or seven years old.

, he was a minor when he was alive, his skin was pale in color, and his whole body exuded a cold and icy aura.

"If you want to be forgiven, then tell me honestly why you stay here?"

"Welcome home, mom, you are lucky."

The high-end Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped on the side of the road, and the two of them got out of the back door. A single-family house in disrepair stood in a remote corner. Several iron fences on the courtyard gate were rusted and broken, and weeds grew stubbornly from the cracks in the bricks.

It is squeezed out to grow, and the whole place gives off a desolate and cold feeling. Most people will never go in casually.

This hairpin was given to mother by Yuko and Kenta who picked up bottles and saved money. Now it was lying silently on the roadside, soaked in sewage. Yuzi looked at his sad brother, picked up the hairpin, held his hand, and returned home.

"You are the one who should be afraid, right? I am the person who deals specifically with you. There is another one, please come out."

Every time she read a sentence, Yoshimura Harumi took a crack, but the sound she made was never heard, and her movements were in vain.

Facing this classic scene in horror movies, Fujii stepped forward and grabbed the woman's long hair and lifted her up.

"Who summoned the kind and generous god Yato? The appearance fee of 50,000 yen is not less."

We set off in Miss Kamiya’s royal Mercedes-Benz. Since April, this Miss didn’t seem to care that the shrine was discovered, and promised Shinnosuke a lot of snacks along the way. Maybe in the eyes of the female driver, she is a schizophrenic.

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The car stopped at the corner, and Rin Kamiya told him to stay away. Fujii Shu held the five-yen coin amulet in his palm and silently recited Yato's name.

After listening to Fujii's introduction, Kamiya Rin was inexplicably disappointed. She swallowed her next sentence. She originally wanted to take the opportunity to let someone accept the blood of Yubai Daimyojin and become a temporary semi-demon. Otherwise, how could she care about this?

It's just two million yen per person for such a noisy thing, but it's not worth risking your life.

Yuko mentioned a place name, and Fujii Shu also realized that one end of the hairpin was damaged. Normally, one would not throw something away with such force.

Yuko, the older sister, recalls the long past, and the memory is a bit blurry.

The rusty iron door was pushed open, making a harsh noise. Fujii held a knife in front of him, and the two entered the courtyard.

"Please let Sister Yuko go, it's all my fault."

"This is?"

"Then let's go and have a look. Maybe it's the same as the two people who went back to the studio last time?"

"It's a long story..."

"Well, how about I stop going to school? My brother's education costs a lot of money. If I'm so stupid, I definitely won't be able to get into a good high school."

Yuko and her younger brother Kenta turned on the lights and waited all night. In the morning, they searched the neighborhood several times, and even went to the convenience store where they worked a few kilometers away to ask the clerk.

Yuko, who was wearing a sailor uniform and school uniform, quickly handed over a towel. They were a single-parent family. Their father owed foreign debt a few years ago and abandoned his mother Harumi Yoshimura, his younger brother Kenta, and himself, a sophomore in junior high school, and ran away. The living conditions at home are getting worse day by day.

One day, Yoshimura Harumi, who was re-employed, worked odd jobs in a convenience store to make ends meet.

Rin Kamiya took the five-yen amulet and felt a warm touch, filled with the aura of a bad god.

"It's near Shinjuku. Zhou Chiping asked his uncle to ask us to deal with it. The reward is four million yen, half for each person."

The door of the two-story house was not locked, Fujii opened it directly, and his eyes were still unaffected in the dark. Thanks to the activation of Nekomata Yokai's Yin Yang Eyes, there was indeed a faint smell of dead souls in the house.

After heating the bento, the family sat at the table and enjoyed it. Although it was just simple and cheap food, they all tasted it with gusto.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm still holding on. You must study hard and repay Mom when you grow up."

It was raining in the yard outside the house, and the night was pitch black. The soaked woman opened the ajar door with a flashlight.

"Squeak--!"

Kamiya Rin behind him waved the dust-removing knot, and the two dead souls immediately knelt down and begged.

Fujii didn't speak, and conveyed his thoughts with his eyes. There were too many sufferings in the world that he couldn't help, but he still tried his best to help with things that he had the ability to solve.

They bid farewell to Yuko and Kenta for the time being, and walked to the corner where they found the hairpin. In the sight that ordinary people couldn't see, a woman in a floral skirt was kneeling on the ground, muttering.

"The amulet of Night Fighter can be used to summon this god. He should be quite powerful. The price is only 50,000 yen for the appearance fee, which is relatively cost-effective."

Kamiya Rin entered the main room of Yubai Shrine alone. Fujii Shu was waiting outside. After a while, a fluffy Shinnosuke was thrown out. He caught it in his arms and put it down.

"We can't help her now, we have to use rituals to lure her soul."

"Sister, does mom not want us anymore?"

"Really, I was sleeping soundly and drove me out."

Shinnosuke seemed to be no longer afraid of Rin Kamiya. He put his hands on his hips angrily. When he saw a figure emerging from behind the white paper window, he was so frightened that he hid behind Fujii's heels.

At least get serious, can this kind of thing come in handy?

Fujii is unable to complain. As we get along with him for a long time, we can sometimes discover the nonsensical side of this high-altitude flower.

Fujii picked up Shinnosuke who wanted to escape and put it under his arm. Normal people couldn't see it anyway, so it didn't matter if he took it with him.

They rejected other people's kindness and passed by their mother's way to and from get off work. They found a red hairpin at a corner.

"Miss Yoshimura returned on time last night. Do you want to help call the police?"

Kenta was more mature than other boys. He spoke only after returning home. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and his voice was not as strong as before.

After searching the room on the next floor and finding nothing unusual, Fujii Shu and Kamiya Rin stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor.

"Let me tell you, I'm on call and the price is pretty cheap." Fujii said proudly to Rin Kamiya, pointing at Yato who appeared.

"Please let Kenta go, it's all my fault."

"Huh? Haunted?"

After listening to Yuko's story, Fujii sighed. He didn't expect that the plot in this tragic drama could happen in reality. Although his uncle Amami Takuma was unreliable at times, he still carried on the car resolutely when he was in a car accident a few years ago.

I have to bear heavy burdens, and even think about returning to my old career and leaving home to work.

Rin Kamiya magically took out a small stick from the back of his clothes, with two long white checkered knots tied at the top. This was the tool that the shrine maiden usually used to clean the dust at the shrine.

Rin Kamiya said seriously that this was the first time that she and Fujii took the initiative to help the government deal with a crisis, even though it was a small matter with extremely low priority.

They started speaking in unison, as if they had rehearsed.

"No, we will wait for her at home. Mom will not give up on us."

"I brought a bento that is about to expire from the store. It can be eaten after it is heated up. Go and call your brother."

"Do you need me to do it? It will be quick."

"The so-called soul-inducing is a way to transfer the bound souls of the dead. Shrines with real gods have inheritance. On the way to attracting souls, I must concentrate on the ritual. During the process, we will temporarily enter another space and be coveted by the ghosts and ghosts.

You have to protect me."

Yoshimura Harumi, who was soaked, held several boxes of bento in her arms, and simply dried her body and hair with a towel. Only the living room had the lights on at home. Kenta, who had just entered elementary school, was doing homework. The TV was broken and had not been touched for a long time.

Poverty is the truest adjective for this family.

I secretly glanced at Fujii Shu and ignored him until I got off the car and reached the foot of the shrine.

Yuko actually didn't believe what he said to comfort his younger brother. Yoshimura Harumi was only in her thirties. If she was single, it would be easier to find a partner than with a dragster. After more than a year of hard life, it was normal for her to not be able to persist.

After the last Chinese class in the afternoon, Fujii took out his knife-style knife and knife-wielding license from his apartment. The island country’s gun and sword management law restricts this kind of edged weapon from taking to the streets. It is only convenient to take it out with the relevant documents.

Hold it.

It had only been more than a month since he entered Waseda, but trouble had appeared again. Fujii looked at Kamiya Rin who provided the information. He had come into contact with such things as dead souls before. He was not a person with strong obsession or resentment in life. After death, he became an adult.

Those who cannot extinguish the souls of the dead, and most of them will gradually disappear and will not affect human beings.

"Someone called the police a few days ago, saying that they encountered a ghost inside, but they were not harmed. They should be earthbound spirits or something like that."

"Hey, this guest, please respect me, I am a god."

The two people who were talking and running disappeared from the perspective of the second floor window. Two white figures, one tall and one short, gradually faded from the broken glass.

Seeing that they had no intention to take action, Fujii's aura was relatively peaceful, so he began to communicate.

The woman's face is very young, probably at the age of a junior high school student. Rather than saying she is a woman, it is more appropriate to describe her as a girl.

"Okay, let's go and take this guy with us."

My memory of the following days is completely blurry. I only felt hungry and cold. That winter, I was finally relieved.

Although the days were difficult, I still passed them day by day, until one day, my mother Yoshimura Harumi did not come back all night.

In the small courtyard, there are two simple wooden horses, which have been soaked by rain. The yellowed white walls are covered with children's abstract paintings. Judging from the atmosphere alone, it is quite suitable for shooting ghost movies.

Yes, no filter is needed.

After eating, Yuko hesitated to express her thoughts. Her mother alone could not support the expenses of two people going to school at the same time by doing part-time jobs. She also had a hard time in school because of poverty.

That night, Yoshimura Harumi was hit by a car and died. Her hairpin fell to the ground. In order to avoid responsibility, the driver took her body away for disposal, but the soul remained.

He doesn't wear a kimono under normal circumstances, but his strength is pretty good among the great monsters, and he is enough to handle daily requests.

"You bastard, Baga Baga!"

Shinnosuke broke away as if he was running away, staying away from this kind of human scorn. Is it really reliable for a guy with this kind of personality to become a god? Fifty thousand yen is enough for him to buy a lot of snacks, so why not give it all to him, Shinnosuke-sama?

I will also contribute more effort, instead of using the edge stroke as an atmosphere group every time.

"Hey, this is fifty thousand yen. Please take care of me this time."

Fujii handed over the cash. The brand-new banknotes were printed with the island nation's educator Yukichi Fukuzawa and exuded the fragrance of ink.

(End of chapter)