I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"If I had passed the Banking Exemption Examination, I might have successfully joined the Tokyo Central Bank Osaka Nishi Branch as the head of the financing section..."

The "great gasp of life" in front of Araki Sosuke evoked his youthful memories. Uncle Watanabe lay down on the large seat in a daze, looking up at the starry sky above his head, and started muttering to himself.

"After that, I should have solved the 500 million yen loan scam jointly set up by the branch manager and the large steel company, defeated various enemies inside and outside the bank, and became an implementer who cannot be like a machine. An excellent bank manager who believes in "treat people around you", "treat wicked people, pay back twice," etc..."

"Wake up, the two surnames Watanabe and Banzawa are a thousand miles apart."

"The long-distance transportation industry is also very good. There are no such strict generation rules. The steering wheel is in your own hands and you don't need to listen to other people's instructions. Just deliver things safely on time..."

Perhaps feeling the full of regret in Uncle Watanabe's youthful memories, Sosuke Araki quickly relieved his heart.

"Don't worry, Uncle Watanabe, although you are not allowed to pass the assessment and may not be able to continue to accept your guidance in the future, I will take the work tonight seriously and successfully end my'long-distance transportation career'! "

Life is like the endless darkness in front of you, and you don’t know where to go to the Dongming Expressway. You can’t turn around or re-select the fork in the road. A difference in thought may be a completely different future.

"I like your kid, I only focus on the things in front of me, and my short-sightedness is admirable!"

"Since it’s too late to wash in the Thai bath, I will invite you to eat ramen in a while to celebrate. There is a shop in the service area that has been open for more than three generations and is known to the long-distance bus drivers on this line..."

"Thanks, Uncle Watanabe!"

After sweeping away the decadence before, Sosuke Araki reached out and pressed the switch of the radio.

"It's rare to have some good news recently, let's listen to some joyful music to set it off..."

However, Uncle Watanabe's strong and scorching palm had already pinched his wrist tightly.

"Huh? Uncle Watanabe, are you..."

Araki Sosuke turned his head in surprise...

"Boy, although you may not do this job in the future, there are some things I still have to remind you."

He was greeted by Uncle Watanabe's unprecedented serious look.

“It’s best not to listen to the radio at night on the Dongming Expressway. In addition, you must not speed, litter, occupy emergency lanes for no reason, wear seat belts, and not urinate and defecate anywhere. Long-distance passenger transport drivers will silently follow the taboo."

"Huh? The above is not so much a taboo, but it is actually a prohibition in the traffic code?! However, it is unreasonable to not be able to listen to the radio. Isn't it boring on the road..."

The set of rules that Uncle Watanabe said reminded Sosuke Araki of the content of the "traffic rules lecture" in the driving exemption test.

"It's boring, it's more important than not having a life."

In the spacious cab where there are only two people, Uncle Watanabe seemed to be afraid of being heard by some unknown existence. He covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "It's not that I am alarmist. The Tomei Expressway at night is evil. It's..."

"Roar, what do you say?"

Looking at Uncle Watanabe, who just wrote "Here is here, I'm going to tell urban legends" on his face, Sosuke Araki immediately made an earful look.

This uncle, deliberately not letting the radio turn on, is it because he wants to listen to him telling ghost stories?

"The drivers who have been driving on this road know each other to some extent, and occasionally eat together in the service area, so I also listen to others. After all, there have been a lot of car accidents on this line in recent years, which is unavoidable. The rumors came out..."

Sure enough, Uncle Watanabe changed his normal, with a gloomy voice, whispering about the urban legend that the drivers passed on the Tomei Expressway through the service area.

The Tomei Expressway, which connects Tokyo, Nagoya, Kyoto, Osaka, and Kobe, can be said to be one of the “main arteries” that run through Kanto and Kansai in Japan. Due to the high traffic volume, the probability of accidents is naturally high.

"I don’t know the specific details. I heard people from other companies say that before the accident, a driver called the company to report, saying that a strange sound appeared on the radio was talking to him, otherwise he claimed to have met him on the road. The swift old lady... Later, it is said that several transportation companies also jointly hired'professionals' to carry out some worship rituals for the dirty things on this road."

"Puff, the sound on the radio? The fast-running mother-in-law? The old-fashioned element, who made up this boring urban legend, hahahahaha."

Hearing this kind of age-old "urban legend" that was not wonderful at all, Araki Sosuke, a spirit exterminator, looked disdainful and laughed wildly.

"You kid, running on the highway, it's normal for the radio to occasionally slam the station and make noises, but you haven't heard of "Mother-in-law who runs fast"? That's a legend from all over Japan since I was a student. ..."

"It is said that people who do not follow the rules on the highway will meet a fast-running mother-in-law who will follow the car. matter……"

"Moreover, the names of these mothers-in-laws are called differently in different places. The high-speed circle in Tokyo is called the dashing mother-in-law, the Hokkaido area is called the Baili mother-in-law, the Nagoya area is called the high-speed mother-in-law, the Osaka side is called the turbo mother, and the Rokko mountain is called the jet Turbo. Mother-in-law, and there is a small place called Mother-in-law Sonic..."

At the beginning, Araki Sosuke still listened with relish, until he heard a lot of weird names, he finally couldn't help but vomit: "Cough cough cough cough...what the hell is this? Motorcyclists, compare and fabricate names based on the routines of modified car upgrades!"

"What kind of turbo, jet, and TURBO have been upgraded all the way to the speed of sound? Is it possible that the configuration of the mother-in-law I encountered is higher than others? 』

"Hey, that's right. After all, it is common for radios to flee the radio station and old women of nearby farmers walking along the side of highways. Perhaps it is for people to concentrate on driving and obey the traffic rules. After all, they were made up into urban legends. Sometimes, “superstition” is easier to remember and follow carefully than “rules”..."

Perhaps I think these legends are very funny too. Uncle Watanabe patted Sosuke Araki hard on the shoulder and then laughed.

"Perhaps everyone put their prayers for the safety of the journey on these'taboos' and'legends', thinking that as long as they abide by them together, people on this road will be able to return home safely."

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