I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

While Sosuke Araki was still studying hard, the red-haired high school student Natsume Kikuto, the boss of the "Gonggao Dragon Group", also studied hard in front of the computer just like him.

"Damn it, I have already learned three shots, why is my mood still so bad?"

After holding the tissue box, Natsume Juto's somewhat sunken face glowed with the light of a sage.

In his eyes, Que always shows three words: The meaning is difficult to calm.

"Damn it's Araki Sosuke, a convenience store clerk, dare to do something like this to me...I want to post your photo to the 2CH forum..."

Last night, he was tortured all night by the convenience store clerk named Sosuke Araki, who led the "phoenix runaway group".

Until now, he was still shrouded in the shadow of the humiliating night like hell, unable to extricate himself.

Of course, he only dared to talk.

The words were full of crime, and he was said to be the current leader of the Phoenix Runaway Group. The man named Shihonguyue, afterwards threatened to come to the school to find him if he saw any related composite photos on the Internet. Trouble.

The swelling, pain, bruises and hot chrysanthemums on his face constantly reminded him of the horror of that man.

At this moment, an uninterested post sank in the corner of the urban legend board attracted his attention.

"The "Hell Communication" that can only be accessed at midnight and zero o'clock. If you fill in the unquenchable resentment here, a girl of hell will appear and drive the person you resent against into the abyss of hell..."

"Oh?" Natsume Kikuto glanced at the time. It was 11:50 in the evening.

In the mood to give it a try, he followed the content of the post and entered the web address in the browser.

Then, the browser displays "Cannot open this page".

It was refreshed several times in a row, and the result was the same.

"Cut, is it fake? Are you even reluctant to do a whole person website?" Natsume Ju was a bit unwilling, even if he could vent his resentment on such a meaningless whole person website.

Just when he went to the toilet and was about to turn off the computer to go to sleep, he saw the time in the lower right corner, which happened to be 11:59.

Subconsciously, he pressed F5 to refresh the web page.

In the middle of the dark page, a flame suddenly burned out, as if jumping out of the screen.

Then, a sentence such as "your resentment, I will eliminate" emerged.

"It's really opened. Is it to cooperate with the spoof of the post. Was it just launched?"

The web page with a pure black background is very simple. Below that paragraph, there is only an input box and a button that says "Send a letter".

"Did you enter your name here?"

Natsume Kikuto tried to write "Araki Sosuke" in the input box.

"Hmph, die, die, die, die."

The scary face of the man appeared in his mind. He held the mouse's fingers and shook, and then clicked the "Send Mail" button.

After the webpage displayed the words "Your resentment, I received", there was no response anymore.

"Is that so? I can't even bear to do a special effect, it's so boring..."

Just like a boulder thrown into the water hard, it is disappointing that there is not even a ripple.

Thinking of this, Natsume Kikuto got ready to go to bed.

As soon as he turned around, he was already under a huge unknown tree.

Under the bloody sunset, the Styx River flows silently, and the grass on the riverside moves slightly with the wind.

"You find me."

Natsume Kikuto turned his head, and a girl in a black kimono had been standing under the tree for some time.

With long black hair like a waterfall, pale and beautiful face, a pair of blood pupils stared at him quietly.

"I... Am I in the room? Are you... Is that legend true?"

Looking at the opponent's blood-colored pupils like an abyss, the monster kimono printed with Higan flowers, and the few celebrities who couldn't see their faces behind the girl, Natsume Kikuto sat down on the grass with fright.

"Turn into the road."

Behind the girl, an old man in black with a straw hat merged into her back like a shadow.

Then, the girl took out a black scarecrow tied with a red string from her hand and handed it to Natsume Juto.

"Bring it."

Seeing that the girl just kept the posture of handing out the scarecrow, and didn't mean to harm her, Natsume Ju was trembling and got up and took the scarecrow handed out by the other party.

"When you really want to hate, untie the red rope on it. Untie the red rope means that you have formally reached a contract with me. The person you resent will be exiled to hell in an instant."

The girl still maintained a feelingless tone and said calmly.

"Really...really?"

Hearing what the other party said, and thinking of Araki Sosuke's owing face, Natsume Juto immediately became energetic.

"However, after the hatred, you have to pay for yourself... Curse others for harming yourself, and after reaching the contract, your soul will also fall into hell."

"I... Am I going to hell too?"

Looking at the scarecrow in his hand and the blood-like red string on it, Natsume Juto hesitated again.

"Of course, but after you die... your soul will not be allowed to enter the Pure Land of Bliss, and will always experience pain and hesitation in hell."

This sentence still echoed in his ears, and Natsume Juto had already returned to his room.

Only the scarecrow in his hand is left, telling him that all this is not fake.

"Death... after death, who cares about him so much... Araki Sosuke, die for me now!"

Without hesitation, Natsume Kikuto immediately untied the red string on the scarecrow.

"The grievance is in my ears..."

As an old male voice rang, the scarecrow in his hand disappeared.

"It turned out to be true?"

Natsume Juren looked at the empty palm, and looked around.

"Huh... now, that guy should..."

In order to confirm the authenticity of all this, Natsume Kikuto took out another cell phone and dialed the number of Araki Sosuke.

Suddenly, there was a blur, and the hellish girl in a black kimono appeared in front of him again.

"Sorry... the one you hate can't return to hell for the time being... However, the contract has been reached. After you die, your soul will stay in hell."

"What? Isn't this the same as taking money and not doing anything? You guys don't have integrity?"

After a daze, Natsume Ju came to recall the meaning of the other party's words.

"Please don't compare us with those artificially made fakes that only follow the rules mechanically... Moreover, the recent hell is really out of space."

After saying this, the girl disappeared without warning, as if she had passed by in the future.

"Moximosi...Who? Talk, this uncle is immersed in the ocean of knowledge and can't help himself."

On the other end of the phone, an impatient voice came from a man.

The surrounding area seemed to be very lively, and there was a woman who kept screaming softly.

"Dudududu..."

Natsume Kikuto pressed the hang-up button blankly.

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