I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Ah, what's the name? Zhu Jiao Yong..."

Is the word "pig" written? "

"Eh, isn't it this radical? Apologize..."

In the huge basement, Araki Sosuke with a pale face was muttering something.

"Where's the reason? Oh, the ape is like this..."

Around him stood a lot of gray and broken spirit bodies that were motionless as if they had been thinking about them.

"I'm a chicken, please don't describe it in such detail. The part that was put in the throat can be skipped...Wait, please skip the experience of the lower body too!!!"

"The next one, is Odajima-kun? Fortunately to meet you..."

"What, this house was built by your own hands? Being able to survive the tornado is enough for you to be proud of..."

With an emergency flashlight in his mouth, he could only ask those spirit bodies vaguely while making notes in his notebook.

However, because the spirits opened their mouths but were silent, it looked like a mental illness was talking to himself in the basement.

"What, it's been a long time since I saw the sun? It just so happens that the sun is very warm today, so hurry up and get some sun."

After inquiring about a spirit body, Sosuke Araki will ask the other person to walk up the stairs, and then come to the next spirit body, stretch out his hand to pat the other person's shoulder, and continue to make "transcripts."

Had it not been for the reminder from the "Shen Zhejun" in the garage, he would have never imagined that under this small villa, there was a basement buried in mud.

And in the basement where resentment condensed, there were more than a dozen Earthbound spirits who hadn't moved for many years.

"Sure enough, the early bird got the worm and sacrificed sleep to help this guy move. It's worth the fare."

At the entrance of the basement, standing behind him is Mai Hanyu who is holding a DSLR and recording "precious material".

And above the stairs, there was Yu Mayumi, a small bird with a sluggish face, struggling to embrace a huge scroll.

"Mr. Araki, you can understand the'murmur of the dead'."

Listening to someone talking to herself below, the girl's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Why, don't your other'spiritualists' have any way to communicate with the hidden energy field beings?"

Mai Hanyu, who was on the other side of the stairs, asked curiously while turning the camera angle to the top of the stairs.

In the lens, those blurry figures who stepped on the stairs and saw the sunlight again were keeping their hands folded, turning into dots of light.

The road of life, to the end, seems to be unable to escape this moment.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and flourishes, but a handful of fine sand.

Those white glittering light spots, as soon as they approached the huge scroll in Toori Yumayumi's hand, they slowly melted into it like mist on a sponge.

That's right, this scroll is the grudge "Bamboo Tori Scroll" obtained from the Supernatural Research Institute last night and is said to be able to absorb the dust of the soul.

Originally, Mai Hanyu took this thing back to the research room for preliminary identification. Hearing that there was an earth-bound spirit in the basement, he immediately asked Hou Hailudou to take it over and test whether it really had this characteristic.

"The souls of resentful spirits are often dilapidated and only have strong obsessions. Even if they become Buddhas, they cannot fully restore their memory and language logic. Therefore, even if the spirit is actively communicating, most of the spirits can accept it. , It's just broken words."

Looking at the light spot in front of him blankly, Tori Mayumi showed a thoughtful look.

It is an extremely rare phenomenon for Sosuke Araki to be able to easily have a logical, back-and-forth dialogue with a spirit body, obtain a huge amount of information from their memory, and even get ridiculed by the spirit body.

In Shintoism, only those who specialize in "speaking spirit" or those who have a psychic physique and are easily possessed by spirits can achieve this level.

"Huh, I'm finally done..."

After the last spirit body walked up the stairs and dissipated in the sun in the wind, Araki Sosuke, who was covered in cobwebs and dust, blushed and followed Mai Hanyu with enthusiasm and followed the steep stairs. Walked up.

In the notebook with several pages in his hand, he carefully recorded the names of these spirits, their encounters before the end of their lives, and the locations where they happened. He is going to ask the Spirit Slayers Association to hand it over to the Metropolitan Police Department, which may help to end a lot. No head injustice, so that the living relatives can be comforted.

"Senior Araki, we are almost done here."

Yamada Kengo, who was covered in big men and holding a broom, poked his head out of the living room.

After a few people deal with the work of binding the spirits in the basement, he, Ryoma and Houhailudou, have moved in Sosuke Araki's luggage, furniture and home appliances have also been placed in corresponding locations.

"Yo, thanks Kengo! I will leave the rest of my personal belongings for me to take care of..."

Sosuke Araki stretched out half of his head from the cave like a gopher, thanking him loudly.

At the same time, Hou Hailu Dou struggled to hold a cardboard box and walked out of the living room.

"Araki-kun, I have always cared very much when I moved before, what kind of appliances are in this heavy dying box..."

"Hey..."

Perhaps the contents of the box were indeed too heavy, and the bottom of the weak recycling carton was deformed, and the "home appliances" in the box were accidentally rolled out.

A dusty, dirty black ancient warrior armor rolled violently across the messy lawn in the courtyard under the dull eyes of everyone...

"Uh... ah ah ah!"

Immediately, the armor rolled into the big hole in the courtyard like an eagle ball thrown by Tiger, and smashed a certain "golden gopher" ruthlessly back to his lair.

"Oh, this tattered..."

Half a minute later, Araki Sosuke, who crawled out of the cave like the deceased Susheng, squatted on the lawn, washing his head full of mud with the water pipe in the yard...

"I remember a few months ago, I picked it up from a guy who failed to kick the gym, lost his helmet and armor, and ran away..."

After reminiscing for a while, he dug the dust in his ears and indifferently stated the fact of "picking up tatters"

"I originally thought it might be an antique, and I was going to sell it at a Chinese ancient store for some money. However, as the incident happened recently, I was drowned in more and more magazines and completely forgotten."

"Before 2nd Ryoma: Asshole, so no matter how many things do you still remember to buy a magazine?"

What he didn't notice was that Kengo Yamada and Tori Mayumi on the side had their expressions frozen on their faces.

"Kick...failed to kick the gym?"

"Throw...throw your helmet and abandon your armor?"

"Lost... and fled?"

How could these two people who almost died under the sword of the ghost god Ping general door shadow warrior forget the despair and fear memories that the owner of this black samurai armor once brought to them...

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