I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Let me see... Hey many, watch the advertisement to receive coupons, and I have..."

In the middle of the night, on the quiet streets of Shibuya, Sosuke Araki stood alone on the side of the road and unlocked a red shared bicycle by scanning the code with his mobile phone.

It was midnight when I left the police station, and the last subway had been suspended long ago.

No matter how you look at him, he is not like a rich taxi tyrant. He wants to travel from Shibuya in the southwest to the central area of ​​Taito. Apart from threatening taxi drivers with violence, he can only rely on this stuff.

Just when he stepped on the shared bicycle and was about to "eject to start"...

The back seat of the car sank slightly.

Looking back, Mochizuki Ayano, who changed into a short skirt and casual clothes, sat sideways on the back seat of the bicycle quietly for some time.

A pair of big round eyes with different colors of black and blue stared at him with a sly look.

"...Huh? You, you, you..."

Seeing this lingering girl, Araki Sosuke's whole body shook violently like a puppy passing by static electricity.

Sure enough, the Metropolitan Police Department finally decided to pursue my crimes!

It is better to hold her now, rush to Yokohama Port overnight, and give her a lifebuoy after successfully embarking on the snakehead boat...

"I'm off work too, as a return of favor, send me home by the way..."

Mochizuki Ayano turned away a little embarrassed by Sousuke Araki staring with piercing eyes.

After returning to the police station, she couldn't control the thoughts in her throat, and finally followed.

"Oh ha ha ha, startled me, where do you live? Is there..."

With a sigh of relief, Araki Sosuke stepped on the bicycle pedal with some guilty conscience, trying to avoid falling into a possible "surrounding circle".

The red bicycle ejected at a speed faster than that of the battery car, raising a large amount of dust.

"Hey! Even bicycles have a legal speed limit..."

Unprepared, Mochizuki Ayano could only hold the corners of his clothes with both hands, facing the sudden gust of wind.

Under the silent moonlight, the two men's thoughts were like rotating wheels under their feet, driving silently on the streets of Shibuya.

The heat and hustle and bustle of the day faded away, Shibuya at night, under the cicadas and moonlight, revealed a rare hint of tranquility and elegance.

"...That...Araki..."

Mochizuki Ayano lowered her eyelashes and spoke carefully.

"Um?"

"...What do you think of things like ‘talent’?"

"Abilities?"

Sosuke Araki scratched his head in confusion.After living for more than 20 years, he was an idiot in exams and difficult to find a job. He barely managed to survive with a handful of physical strength. The word "talent" seemed to be far away from him.

"...If there is a person who can easily accomplish something that other people can't do or challenge anyway, then he..."

On the back seat, Mochizuki Ayano raised her head and stared at the full moon in the sky, with her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she had exhausted her strength, and asked: "... Then, does he have the responsibility and obligation to accomplish these things? Woolen cloth?"

The faint tone seemed to be asking Sosuke Araki, and she seemed to be asking herself.

Thinking of the Menglan Bon Festival approaching, she couldn't help but think of the dark alleys of Ikebukuro, the square of Kanda Myojin Shrine, the Niju Bridge...

The detective who had no "talent" used his fresh life to win the possibility of victory for the spirit removers.

Tamiya Seiyu, my grandson Yongren, Ushichang Shigeo, Shangfu Yuya, my wife Shinji...

For her unforgettable, these names represent not just the archives that are permanently sealed, but the living lives that have fought together with her.

From the first meeting with them to the farewell, every detail of these will be etched in her mind forever.

"Responsibilities and obligations?"

Hearing the other party's question, Sosuke Araki's pedaling on the bicycle pedal slowed down, seemingly rare to start using his rusty brain.

"Although I don't quite understand what you are trying to express, in my opinion, everyone is equal, has his own unique talents, and suitable fields for flowering. But as far as I am concerned, there are so many more people in this world than mine. A smart guy who is good at all kinds of things..."

With a trace of confusion in his eyes, he tried to give his own answer.

"If you blindly throw responsibilities and obligations to others on the grounds of talent or talent, instead of trying to pursue your own path, why is it not a kind of self-denial and evasion?"

"Self denial and escape?"

Listening to his words, Mochizuki Ayano showed a thoughtful look.

"In this world, there may be the joint efforts of each performing their duties, and there are also responsibilities and obligations based on talents... But, more importantly, it should be personal will."

As if grasping the inspiration, Sosuke Araki talked more and more vigorously.

"...Or, to carry a certain responsibility or mission on one's shoulders without authorization, and suffer the pain alone. For those who are unwilling, unconvinced, still working hard, or even willing to sacrifice for it, it is not the same. Kind of negation and contempt."

Enjoying the moonlight above his head and the oncoming wind, he thought of his "employment choices" over the years, and he couldn't help feeling very much.

"Doing what you think you want, love, and willing to do, and refusing to do what you don't like, is not the freedom that everyone desires most?"

Perhaps according to what Xingping said, if I had given up "freedom" and chose a career path based on "talent", maybe it would have been much better than now.

"I think at the beginning, the director of GENNMA Entertainment said that I have a different talent and destined to devote myself to art... Master Chiba also said that I have a kendo instinct that has not been met in a thousand years, and let me stay and inherit his credit card... But , I still want to do things that I like. For example, I like to ride a bicycle. Even if I ride a motorcycle to deliver food at night, I think it’s more interesting than those things..."

Mochizuki Ayano was immersed in her thoughts without time to spit out the nonsense of Sosuke Araki.

The other party's remarks are very different from the education of "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" instilled by the family since childhood.

I never seem to ask myself what I really want to do.

I never care if I like what I am doing now.

Perhaps, this is the enviable philosophy of survival that belongs to someone like Sosuke Araki who is helpless and grew up in an orphanage.

"Yes, always with this kind of thought, is it not a kind of restraint to others and yourself. As long as everyone does, the hard work he thinks is enough..."

Sighing, she seemed to have finally figured out something, showing a look of relief.

After knowing certain truths, in front of you, I am indeed the one who is most unwilling and unconvinced.

Perhaps, everyone in Lesson Nine, for those of you who are born with extraordinary abilities and acted as section chiefs at a young age, you are more or less working hard with this kind of mood.

"Here, it's this building, right? It looks so luxurious."

The red bicycle stopped briskly in front of a high-end apartment building.

Mochizuki Ayano jumped out of the car and gently adjusted the hem of her skirt.

"Thank you, I probably already got the answer I wanted...As for you..."

Looking at Sosuke Araki, her eyes were still a bit unwilling, and her little cherry mouth pouted slightly, as if it was too cheap to let this guy leave him.

She wanted to tell him everything, starting from the rift girl, all the way to the things on the South Honmoku pier, so that the guy in front of Damn it knew what she had done before she knew it.

"...That's it for today."

However, since he has agreed to preside over Dharma, it is natural that he cannot rashly interfere with the human experience of the "Venerable" in front of him.

Before he finished speaking, a big sinful hand suddenly rubbed Mochizuki Ayano's head quickly...

"Although I don't know the specific situation, I said, have you been too aggressive lately? Not only your face is so delicious, but the dark circles are so heavy that you can go to the zoo to play a panda, and the injury on your arm looks pretty serious..."

Araki Sosuke's words stunned her who subconsciously wanted to activate the "arm rotation" to break free.

"It is also one of the wisdom of human beings as a group of creatures to ask for help from'talented' people when they are unable to sustain it or when they are suffering. There are also a lot of people taller than you who were killed first..."

Before the other party could react, Araki Sosuke had already "completed the crime", and started off with a catapult.

"For example, if you take you for a ride like today, or the tricky guy in the'private treatment' police station, you can always find me. After all, I owe you a lot of favor..."

The red bicycle merged into the street under the night at an inhuman speed, and only the words of Araki Sosuke and the raised dust were still floating in the air.

"You guy..."

Looking at this familiar scene, Mochizuki Ayano shook her head like a puppy who had just taken a shower, and shouted in the direction of Sosuke Araki's departure: "...Who is going to run away? Is he tall? You illegal deck and lynching guy under the eyes of the Metropolitan Police Department!!"

In the interrogation room a few days ago, which idiot had a tearful expression of sadness when he talked about Higashino Kohei and Reiko's affairs, and now he has the time to comfort him in turn?

Looking blankly at the empty street, after a long while, two rows of tears quietly slid down Mochizuki Ayano's face.

...

20 hours before "Hell's Gate" appeared.

"Sister, IBM700 just topped a post..."

Akihabara, on the first floor of "Beware! Haunted House Appraisal", Hou Hailu Dou opened a certain interface of the 2CH forum in a nervous place.

In the middle of the night, it was the peak time of the activities of these two night cats, so they found the post published by IBM700 for the first time.

"... The title is "Greetings from Hell"?"

Although he was fully air-conditioned on a summer night in August, his palms were still soaked with sweat for some reason.

"Oh? Is there a video this time? Play it..."Mai Hanyu, wearing a white coat and holding her chest with her hands, came behind him with great interest.

"Everyone who saw this video, congratulations, because you will have the honor to witness with me the drastic changes in the world..."

In the video, in the center of the dark room, a figure is sitting with his back to the camera.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. I am the moderator of the 2CH forum IBM700. You can also call me a "hell revolution." "

This figure has a very strong and arrogant voice, and it sounds like a strong middle-aged man.

"This... Isn't this the "Stop being a human voice package"? I downloaded it the day before yesterday..."

Hou Hailu Dou's ears moved slightly, muttering something.

"Don't make a noise... This is the first time IBM 700 has appeared..."

Mai Hanyu patted him lightly, and then turned the volume to maximum, his expression gradually becoming frenzied.

"If, based on the recent confirmation of the existence of the hidden energy field life form, the'Urban Legend Maker IBM700 Hypothesis' is also true, then what is the principle and purpose of his creation and control of the weirdness... just casually Thinking about the hidden'truth' in it, I'm already so excited that I can't help myself..."

"Since you have asked sincerely, then I will tell you compassionately... I am here today to tear the old fig leaf of the existing power institutions and religious organizations, and show you the real world. before……"

In the video, "ibm700" is still continuing his performance.

"...No one asked at all!"

Before Hou Hailu's spit was over, the figure behind the chair in the screen took a deep breath and told the horrible fact: "Yes, the resentful spirit, the rift girl, the human face dog, the headless horseman... These urban legends circulating in the 2CH forum are real. Even, countless people have died because of them..."

"...And these supernatural existences and bloody realities have been continuously concealed by the power institutions and their religious organizations for hundreds of years, just to maintain the ‘order’ needed for their rule!"

"Leave your doubts and laughs aside for the time being, my "Hell Revolution" will let you know that all the above is true..."

Following these words, the chair that was originally facing the camera slowly rotated.

Sitting on that chair was a dark, vaguely silhouetted figure.

"Wow, look at these 50-mao special effects..."

Mai Hanyu has already slammed someone on the head of someone who is still performing the "Tucao" function: "What are you doing? The shape of this chair, the download source of the voice package, and the figure's body data Record it and analyze it, maybe you can get some clues..."

"I hereby formally tell you all, starting with the Meng Lan Bon Festival, the barrier between hell and the world will no longer exist, and the era of Hyakki Yakyu will come again with the opening of the gate of hell..."

"By then, the departed deceased will return to the world, and there will be no boundaries between life and death... I am looking forward to how those incompetent dominators, lost gods and sleeping gods will react..."

"Finally, if you are fortunate enough to survive this hell's karmic fires, you can also call me for protection in my name and witness the birth of a new order... InfernoBlessMe."

As the figure on the screen that claimed to be "Hell Revolution" flooded towards the camera, the entire screen was swallowed by darkness, and the video ended here.

"That's it? Isn't it a gimmick of the Menglan Bon Festival essay event? I will make him a "special effect super doubled ghost animal version" every minute for such a video..."

The post was published in less than ten minutes, and countless netizens have left comments below.

Most of the people’s opinions are basically the same as those of Hou Hailu Dou. They are all complaining about the "holiday blessing" video of the moderator IBM700, which is too old-fashioned and the special effects are too small...

"Gag? Regardless of whether it is a gimmick or not, the IBM 700 can publish a text message as before. Why does it take the risk of revealing his identity to make such a video? Does it mean that he has to pass some kind of visual impression..."

Mai Hanyu held her cheeks in thought, her brows frowned.

"...According to the analysis of'Personality Modeling', this guy will not do things that are not good."

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