I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"He doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and moves long distances. Isn't it... he is actually a very clever spirit remover. He not only broke my tracking technique, but also predicted my actions tonight, so he deliberately escaped?"

Thinking of this, Mochizuki Ayase's eyes were no longer the same as before, but he was more serious than ever.

Many spirit eliminators have methods similar to fortune-telling to avoid evil, and it is not surprising that they can predict crises in advance.

"Hmph, let me see if you can run out of my palm."

After obtaining the opponent's position again, Mochizuki Ayase stepped on a bicycle, followed the navigation, and ran towards somewhere three kilometers away.

Since the opponent is afraid to fight, it shows that it should be a type that is not good at frontal combat.

That's right, that kid doesn't have any spiritual power at all.

...

after an hour.

"Call this guy ...... ...... ...... call can not be aware of my approaching fishes, knowing that it must be lost in the city deliberately beating about the bush."

Mochizuki Ayase struggling to support the armrest of the car, panting heavily.

At this moment, she was out of breath, sweat drenched all over her body, and even the pair of balls that had been full of energy on her head were as baffling as eggplants beaten by frost.

Within an hour, she ran all the way based on the positioning information in the system, but she emptied five positions in a row.

That Araki Sosuke slid like a fish.

Not only is the route erratic, but also often turns back.

In the end, she checked the opponent's location through the system every minute, but because the opponent was moving too fast, she could not keep up.

"But... Damn it... It's no way to chase down like this."

Feeling the gradual loss of physical strength, the wheels of this red bicycle seemed to be worn badly, and a sense of crisis came to Mochizuki Ayase's heart.

If he spends so much time with the other party, maybe he will soon have to fall asleep again.

A bold idea flooded her mind.

Stepping on the bicycle, she drove firmly in the other direction.

The monk who runs away can't run to the temple.

...

Taito District, Tibetan front apartment.

In the dark and deep corridor, as usual, the green emergency indicator light flashed.

"This guy, it's really not easy... dare to live in such a terrible place?"

Looking at the dense red hand and foot prints in the corridor, Mochizuki Ayase, who had just stepped into the apartment, took another breath.

Her pupil skills far surpassed Mochizuki Ayano, so she can naturally see more "things".

The grievances in a radius of ten kilometers are slowly converging towards the seemingly ordinary apartment in front of them.

If resentment gathers here for many years, what kind of existence can be cultivated by such an amount of resentment?

She is curious.

With the ability to accurately capture the flow of resentment, she walked up the stairs of the apartment, layer by layer.

The countless bloody hand and foot prints in the elevator and in the corridor made her more and more frightened as she walked.

She was not shocked by the number of wraith spirits that had been active.

The location of this apartment can gather resentment, so it is easy for the spirit born here to become a resentful spirit.

What was shocking to her was, where did such a large number of resentful spirits that had been active here, and who was annihilated by them?

Soon, with doubts, she was already standing in front of the black iron gate leading to the rooftop.

"This is……"

In Mochizuki Ayase's eyes, both the moonlight and the grievances gathered in this apartment due to Feng Shui were silently absorbed by this seemingly ordinary iron gate.

She gently stretched out her hand to stroke the black iron door without cracks.

Except for the cold tentacles, there is nothing unusual.

"This door seems to be different from the grievances, where does it lead to?"

It was just an iron gate, and naturally Mochizuki Ayase could not be stopped.

I saw her escaping from the stairs, swiftly along the outer wall of the apartment like a monkey, climbing over the barbed wire all the way, and reaching the rooftop.

She stared at the center of the roof in a daze.

In her sight, there were the footprints of an adult man on the rough concrete floor.

There are traces of gray and white breath remaining.

"Unexpectedly, there are ghosts and gods who have set foot in this apartment and wiped out the resentful spirits here?"

Mochizuki Ayase thought about the footprints on the rooftop for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why.

There are quite a lot of ghosts and gods in the history of Japan's "eight million gods", and many of them are kind and lawful, which is hard to guess.

Thinking that there are more important prey now, she decided to give up decisively.

Walking down the stairs, Mochizuki Ayano returned to the door of the apartment and sat on the side steps.

The apartment in front of her felt too weird, so she didn't want to stay in it too much.

Right here, wait for your prey quietly.

Three hours later.

"This... Damn it's... asshole..."

Mochizuki Ayase gritted his teeth and looked at the location record on the phone.

For three full hours, the guy kept moving at a desperate speed around Toshima City as the center, almost without stopping.

It also didn't mean to approach the apartment in front of the Tibetan "registered residence" on the document.

This made her more convinced that the other party had noticed her "hunting under the moon" and used this method similar to "horizontal jumping" to avoid.

"You can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime... next time I must..."

Just as Mochizuki Ayase glanced at the time and prepared to "strategic retreat", a feeling of being peeped enveloped her whole body.

Like a cat with blown up hair, she was extremely sensitive to her sight, with her cold hair standing up all over her body, and she quickly looked towards the front door of the apartment.

In the crack of the door, a bloodshot eyeball was watching her quietly.

The eye of the gap.

Compared with the previous period, the size of the eye of the gap has changed from a normal eyeball size to twice the size of a ping pong ball.

It can be seen that the first opening of the gate of hell some time ago has nothing to do with its diligent "work" and support for grievances.

"The weird eyeballs? Banmen hacked."

Mochizuki Ayano's eyes waved, and the eyeball that was going to be activated in the crack of the door was instantly wrapped in golden light and couldn't even turn it.

【Hundred Eye Pupils-Imprisonment】.

If you dare to play pupil surgery in front of yourself, you can only pay an eye for an eye.

"Since I can't find that guy, I can relieve my boredom with you..."

Mochizuki Ayano stepped forward, stretched out his hand to dig out the unmovable gap in the door, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

"I'm very curious, what else can you do if my eyesight is robbed of me..."

【Hundred Eyes Eye-Dazzling】.

As the golden light surged, the eyeballs in her hands instantly turned into resentment and dissipated.

"Tsk, is it just a clone?"

At the same time, several peeping lines of sight instantly enveloped her from all directions.

Looking in the direction of the line of sight, dozens of pale eyeballs appeared silently in the cracks in the doors and windows of the apartment in front of them, staring at her angrily.

Obviously, he was quite angry that his "clone" was being played around at will.

"It's boring, since you can't find the body, let's attack them all together."

After sighing, the dozens of eyeballs that met Mochizuki Ayase were instantly enveloped in golden flames, turning into grievances and dissipating.

"No, this place is weird..."

After continuously driving the pupils, she discovered that during the period of staying in this apartment, the pupil power in the body had unknowingly lost a lot of extra, and at this time it was already quite weak.

Could that door be able to absorb its own...

A terrible guess came to her mind.

Before I had time to think about it, the golden light in Mochizuki Ayase's eyes dimmed, and it flickered slightly like a dead flashlight.

Immediately, there was endless darkness.

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