I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Somewhere in Arakawa.

"No... Didn't you follow?" Xiang Tai looked around in horror.

"It was recorded that she encountered a cracked woman in the parking lot opposite to the Tibetan apartment. After answering'The overall is pretty but the details are not pretty', she accelerated to 120 km/h in 6 seconds. After escaping 10 km, no abnormality was found. ."

After receiving instructions to "return to the headquarters for isolation and observation," the two began to drive back to the headquarters in Shibuya.

"Senior Wengu is too good, thanks to the first awareness of seniors, we can escape from the cleavage girl... that's weird, weird incomprehensible!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, the violent fluctuation of adrenaline made Shota excited as if he had drunk.

Suddenly, he flung himself into the air-conditioning vent of the co-pilot, faintly staring at himself with pale eyes.

When he concentrated his gaze to confirm, there was nothing unusual there.

"It's not that you can have such good luck every time..."

Without noticing Shota's abnormality, Fungu took a harsh cigarette and ejected the cigarette butt out of the window.

It is also fortunate that in the past year or so, there have been cases in which both sides of the victim’s lips were cut to the roots of the ears, so that the files of the slit girl were circulated again in Lesson 9, otherwise he would not be able to be alert for the first time.

When Fungu turned his head to the side, Shota seemed to see a pale eyeball in the ear hole facing her from the other side...

"senior……"

Shota was taken aback, but when he took a closer look, there were no eyeballs.

"Why? Suddenly scream so loudly..."

"Senior's earwax should be cleaned up..."

"What are you talking about..."

...

Two hours later, somewhere along the road in Arakawa district.

Several police cars stopped there with their sirens flashing.

Surrounded by police cars is a black Toyota.

"The deceased Matsuda Shota and Fumiya Jiro, the penultimate record claimed that they had encountered a slit woman and drove away by speeding up. After receiving instructions to allow the return, the final report was recorded as "Several pale particles were seen in the mouth and ears of the other party." "I lost contact with him afterwards. When the reserve action team arrived through the vehicle positioning, it was already like this... According to the preliminary judgment of the forensic doctor, Fumiya Jiro's death was caused by suffocation, and Matsuda Shota had lost too much blood."

After listening to the report, Mochizuki Ayano looked at the two corpses carried into the police van with a sullen expression.

In the vision of her left eye, a thin layer of black air lingered on the two corpses.

The two died in a terrible state, especially Matsuda Shota, who stretched his hand into his throat alive, digging out his internal organs and his own eyeballs.

"Uncle Wengu originally had half a year, so he could rotate to the normal department..."

Mochizuki Ayano said without beginning and ending.

As usual, Fungani Jiro, who is about to rotate, does not need to go out for the last six months.

This time, he volunteered to take the task of assessing the risk factor as "low" on the grounds of "cultivating new talent personally".

"Class manager, you don’t have to blame yourself. You have to talk about responsibilities. You also agree to his attendance... Everyone who enters the ninth class is ready to sacrifice at any time. The two of them are good, before they die. , To protect the ling-eyes to death..."

Seeing her expression, the tall Chinese character face uncle beside her immediately comforted.

The production of smart spectacles requires rare materials, and the quantity is extremely limited. For the people in Lesson 9, it is no different from the importance of airplanes to pilots.

"Take-kun Iwata, please make an appointment for Miss Natasha for me tomorrow. I will come to meet in person."

Taking a deep breath, Mochizuki Ayano looked at the moonless night sky above her head and arranged.

Every weird piece of information is collected and every case is solved, it is filled out alive with the lives of the agents.

"Yes."

The uncle of the national character face named Takeshi Iwata nodded immediately.

Tokyo in April is still a bit gloomy at night.

Mochizuki Ayano tightly wrapped the coat wrapped around her body, still cold all over her body.

Just when Mochizuki Ayano was trembling in the cold wind.

Sousuke Araki, who was unwrapped, was wrapped in a quilt in the apartment, snoring loudly, sleeping soundly.

The door of the closet slid slightly, revealing a gap.

In the gap, a pale eyeball looked at him quietly.

Then, in the slightly opened mouth of Araki Sosuke, a similar eyeball suddenly grew.

The moment the eyeball appeared in his mouth, a ray of black energy gushed from that eyeball, slid down the throat of Araki Sosuke, and merged into his body.

Immediately, the eyeball became like a light bulb, emitting a bright white light.

As if feeling a choking in his mouth, Araki Sosuke subconsciously chewed a few times, chewed the white light dissipating eyeballs and swallowed, still muttering words in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the eyeballs in the cupboard were slightly enlarged and bloodshot, and immediately disappeared into the gap.

"Kuroge Wagyu platter, another one..."

About two hours after Araki Sosuke swallowed that eyeball, a pale figure slowly crawled out from under a low table not far away.

This is a woman with a green face, bloodshot, and long hair.

Under the blood-stained skirt, there was only one lone leg. Looking closely at her back, a huge iron hook was also pierced.

So slowly she crawled towards Sousuke Araki, dragging her only leg in a twisted posture from under the low table.

As she climbed behind Araki Sosuke, the eyes of the bodhisattva tattooed on his back moved slightly and gave her a vivid look.

The black energy that was lingering all over his body just left her like this, and the tired bird returned to the forest like it swarmed into the snoring Araki Zongsuke's body.

After absorbing the black air, the black and white Bodhisattva tattoo on his back became slightly more vivid.

And the woman who had been sucked away from the black air, as if she had lost the strength of her whole body, was stunned in front of Sousuke Araki.

She subconsciously wanted to twist and leave, but found that she was not as capable as a tortoise, so she could only turn around very slowly and wanted to crawl towards the entrance.

"Ms. Zetian~ Not there..."

So dying, Araki Sosuke seemed to have dreamed of something good, and rolled over.

He hugged her tightly into his arms.

When touched by Araki, this woman turned out to have pale white fluorescence all over her body, and her whole body was no longer the hideous appearance she had just now, and she turned into a middle-aged beautiful woman with deep facial features and delicate skin.

She was entangled like a pillow by Araki Sosuke and didn't care. She glanced at the room with nostalgia, then folded her hands slightly, smiling on her face, and slowly turned into a little white light and dissipated.

"THANKYOU."

The next day, Araki Sosuke, who woke up after sleeping more than ten o'clock, let out a scream.

"I'm 22 years old and still leave Mi Qing?!"

After throwing out the trash last night, he revisited a "private collection" before going to sleep exhausted.

In the end, she dreamed of dating Miss Sawada. Not only did she ate Wagyu beef, she went to the hotel and did something indescribable.

That dream was extremely real, the fat and plump texture of Wagyu beef, and the extremely elastic touch of Ms. He Sawada's body, still remained in his memory at this moment.

Before he could take a closer look, a strong sense of diarrhea struck.

"The barbecue at the Kendo club must have been contaminated by nuclear radiation!"

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