I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Although Yamada Kengo is tall, his mind is extremely delicate.

"Hypothesis 1: Everything just now was an illusion that I saw under the influence of alcohol, so no matter how panicked at this moment, I can just go back to bed and go to sleep."

He immediately began to analyze his current situation.

"Hypothesis 2: If what I saw is true, the woman's upper body and head are confirmed to have been broken... In those ten seconds, where would she go... Did she fall off the balcony?"

Thinking of this, he immediately used night vision to confirm the playground under the opposite dormitory.

The playground under the white moonlight is quiet and deep, without any abnormalities.

At this moment, a faint "click, click" sound came into his ears.

He immediately looked in the direction of the sound with his night vision goggles.

This look immediately made his soul out of his body.

Downstairs of his own dormitory, the woman, like a gecko, slowly climbed up the outer wall, dragging a long blood trail behind her.

What made Kengo Yamada almost pee on her pants is that she only has the upper body...

The "click, click" sound was made by her body and internal organs dragging on the wall.

"How is it possible...can normal human beings do such a thing? She came for me?"

Yamada Kengo immediately locked the balcony window and took out the training bamboo sword from the bed.

"Click, click"..."click, click"...

The sound is getting closer and closer.

In the dark dormitory, Yamada Kengo was holding a bamboo sword, only feeling that his whole body was shaken into a sieve, and he didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere.

He dared not turn on the light for fear of attracting the other's attention.

Suddenly, the voice stopped.

"have they gone?"

After a minute, Yamada Kengo, who didn't hear any sound, breathed a sigh of relief.

He squatted cautiously, leaned to the window, and looked around.

He breathed a sigh of relief outside the window as usual.

"Click, click"..."click, click"...

The voice appeared again, and Yamada Kengo was taken aback, his face turned pale.

Because, this time, the source of the sound...in the room behind him.

He turned his head stiffly, and looked warily at the familiar and unfamiliar room before him.

In the darkness, the room he had lived in for more than two years suddenly became strangely unfamiliar and terrifying like the huge mouth of a monster beast.

Sweeping around, he didn't see any abnormalities.

"Click".

He suddenly looked up.

"Got you."

On the ceiling, the half-length woman said something like this in a low voice, and rushed towards him with a grin.

Too close, Yamada Kengo can clearly see the opponent's cyan face covered with corpses, the eyeballs out of the frame, and the distorted expression of joy on his face...

He subconsciously dodged backwards while swinging his sword.

The woman was so powerful that the bamboo sword snapped and snapped under the attack.

Then the whole person threw on Yamada Kengo with a foul smell.

"It's over...Senior, sorry, I can't continue to lead the Kendo Club..."

He was suffocated by the woman's hands like iron tongs, and a heavy feeling of suffocation enveloped him, making his vision blurred.

At this moment, Yamada Kengo only felt his chest hot.

Like an explosion, a huge fire ignited in the pocket of his shirt on his chest.

The fire ignited on the woman, and the woman riding on him immediately let out a hideous scream. The whole person was like a pendulum, swinging back and forth 180 degrees on Yamada Kengo...

As the strength of the woman's hand weakened, the long-lost oxygen poured into Yamada Kengo's lungs, making his almost vague consciousness clear.

Yamada Kengo, unable to resist, could only lie on the ground and let the woman in front of him "play" until the other party slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated in the fire.

Ten minutes later, Yamada Kengo, who was "ridden", got up and rushed to the toilet.

"vomit……"

He held the toilet and threw up.

After all, it is not a pleasant experience to watch such a ferocious-looking woman who is only half of her body, painful and slowly dissipating in black smoke in front of your eyes, while still being able to appreciate the body's decayed physiological structure for a long time.

After taking a shower and changing the wet pants, Kengo Yamada finally calmed down.

After going through everything just now, he naturally knew that what he saw was not a "person".

He reached out and touched the shirt pocket that was already charred.

Inside, there was a pile of black paper embers and unburnt yellow and white paper scraps.

I vaguely remember that when they were parting, Senior Araki stuffed a piece of "Talisman Paper I Asked for Personally" into this pocket.

He also took away a thousand yen "incense fee" from his trouser pocket without authorization.

...

"This... rubbish, this is a crime!"

After enduring the stench and slightly flipping the contents of the trash bag for a while, Wen Gu yelled.

It's not because there is something crazy in your pocket.

The black garbage bag was actually just garbage.

Full of "unsorted garbage".

Moving waste paper boxes, smelly old socks and underwear, a large number of crumpled paper towels with curly hair, half-eaten cup noodles, shabby adult magazines full of unknown liquid...

Japan’s waste sorting bill, which has been implemented since the 1980s, has been revised to an almost harsh level.

There are more than 20 types of garbage alone, and they vary according to local policies.

For example, a bottle of finished beverage needs to be unscrewed, washed and flattened, and the label removed, and then thrown into different trash cans according to the category.

The types of garbage collected by garbage trucks are also different every day. If you read the wrong garbage on the wrong day, you will be rejected or even issued a fine.

For some special garbage or large garbage, you also need to go to the convenience store for "charged recycling" in advance, or buy a garbage collection coupon and stick it on the garbage bag, otherwise the garbage truck will not take it away.

Naturally, not everyone is willing to comply with such a strict system.

Therefore, a crime that has emerged at the historic moment is the "crime of illegal dumping of waste". The offender will be punished with imprisonment of up to five years and a fine of up to 10 million yen.

Looking at the unusually proficient technique just now... Wen Gu can be sure that this guy is a habitual offender.

After rubbing his sticky hands, Wen Gu stabilized his emotions and disappeared into the darkness.

After all, the "crime of illegal dumping of waste" is not under the control of Lesson 9.

Ten minutes later, Araki Sosuke, who was "nothing and light", appeared next to the vending machine not far from the gate of the apartment in front of Tibet, smoking a cigarette leisurely, as if he was about to finish smoking this one before going back.

He was also forced to go out late at night to "illegal dumping of garbage."

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