I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

As Hiroshi Changtian trembles laboriously, the few drops of liquid remaining on the wall of the bottle fell on the tip of his tongue.

"Why, between the rich salty and salty, there is still a faint smell of porpoise soup, is this the key..."

Like a taster who is appreciating aged wine, Hiroshi Tsuneta carefully slapped his tongue and tasted it carefully, trying to decipher the ingredients.

Looking at the horrified light in Harumoto Kairen's eyes, he showed a "you don't understand" expression: "You want to ask me why I didn't send this thing for component analysis?"

"Hmph, if you take a bottle of holy water for analysis, scientific research institutions will only tell you that this is just an ordinary liquid with a chemical formula of H2O... If the mystery of deling can be easily explained by science, the Supernatural Institute will not rely on it either.' The "Ling Detective" equipment and the "Ling Power" bullet formation technology are blocked. The real master of spirit elimination props only believes in the feeling of his body!"

"Hey, I don't need any physical sensations at all. I can be sure that you are peeing on your body and in the bottle from the unique smell of this men's bathroom even so far away!" 』

"Yes... By the way, the spirit remover on the truck, if you find him and sincerely ask for advice... oh..."

Halfway through the conversation, Chang Tian Hiroshi's face suddenly turned pale.

"Vice President Changtian, it's okay, his face looks so ugly..."

"Oh...wow, la la la la..."

"It smells so bad, can a normal person vomit such an exaggerated amount?" 』

Then, as if he could no longer bear the strong salty odor wafting from his body and mouth, he buried his head and vomited on the side of the road.

"It's over, the neck anchor is full of vomiting, and it's sprayed on your beloved Demon Z!" 』

...

"The information from the information group has been passed. According to the cold chain transportation company, the driver is a 53-year-old full-time truck driver named Kei Watanabe. He has been running on this route for more than 20 years... "

"Have you contacted the driver himself?"

Five minutes later, Harumoto Kairen patted the pale-faced Hiroshi Tsukata on the back while checking the messages on his phone.

"No one answered the phone. I heard that they would mute the phone during work hours. However, how could a senior truck driver be proficient in spirit removal? There should be a spirit removal person in the car."

"Puff Lululu...Although it was dark and only for a moment, but when the car opened the window, I was sure that no one was seen in the passenger seat."

After spitting out the mineral water he gargle, Tsukida Hirozhi weakly recalled the situation at that time.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Even though he changed his clothes, washed the neck fixator, and rinsed out three bottles of mineral water in a row, the strong and terrifying breath in his mouth and body still failed to dissipate completely.

"The backup team on standby in the rear service area will stop him in the name of the Traffic Division and ask about the situation. It will be known at that time."

"Although the process is different from what was expected, as long as I retired from the high-speed mother-in-law, my squatting for these two months was not in vain..."

"Woo..."

"Woo..."

"Woo..."

Just when Agent Harumoto Kairen breathed a sigh of relief because the mission was about to end...

Several high-speed silhouettes rushed past the road in front of the two people in a variety of different running trajectories, bringing up the air and dust of the big canopy.

"puff!!!"

A second later, after recognizing the figures from the remaining images in his mind, Hiroshi Tsugada directly sprayed the water from his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Just now...that was..."

From the remnant picture of the retina, it can be confirmed that the people who just passed in front of the two of them had different colors, but the same shabby hair, dark wrinkles, and bloody pupils shining in the dark...

"...Mother-in-law!!!"

Originally, Lesson 9 thought that this weirdness was because of the fast speed and the large range of activities, so there were so many sighting records...

The differences in the details of clothing and other details described by the witnesses in the records are also regarded as cognitive errors caused by fear.

But I didn't expect that there would be more than one weird, terrifying, exquisite kissing technique like "High Speed ​​Mother-in-law".

"Their target must be that truck...the spirit remover on it, it's dangerous!"

He poured the remaining mineral water in his hand on his bare Mediterranean Sea, and Hiroshi Tsugada closed the car door.

"The support teams heard the order and observed at least three "high-speed mothers-in-laws" walking along the Morimachi section of the Tomei Expressway towards Shizuoka. The suspected target was the spirit remover on the refrigerated truck..."

As a senior agent, Harumoto Kairen also started the engine immediately and stepped on the accelerator.

"Get out immediately, and be sure to stop the truck before Weird arrives. We are rushing past from the back..."

"Boom boom boom boom... woo..."

The heat from the hood has not yet dissipated, Demon Z, with vomit hanging on the side of the car door, pulled out a long light and shadow, and jumped into the dark and endless highway.

"Attention, the high-speed mother-in-law has a rule to force a person's neck to be twisted to the back. She slows down unconditionally at the first time of contact, and don't continue driving!"

"receive."

...

"Huh, although I'm a little sorry to the drag racers, but somehow it can be regarded as saving their lives..."

Under the night, on the speeding refrigerated truck, Sosuke Araki held the steering wheel and wiped the sweat from his head.

I had thrown out the only half bottle of "Hallelujah" before, and it was flashed by the high-speed mother-in-law. Fortunately, it hit the face of the opposite racer, achieving the effect of indirect Buddhahood...

The chilling scene of "headshots and kisses" naturally gave him a panoramic view from the rearview mirror.

"Uncle Watanabe, Uncle Watanabe? I still can't wake up, but since they are all snore, it should be fine..."

Uncle Watanabe, who was snoring loudly, was shaking gently.

"For the sake of insurance, take him to the doctor in the next service area."

Thinking about this, Sosuke Araki subconsciously stepped on the brake, preparing to slow down...

"?"

However, the truck did not slow down because of this action.

"??"

He repeatedly and intermittently applied the brakes, but the body still showed no signs of slowing down.

"No, isn't it..."

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down the temple of Sosuke Araki...

"At this time, the brakes failed?"

As an old driver, Sosuke Araki kept his direction in the face of danger and began to control the vehicle to manually downshift.

Faced with this situation, neutral gear will not help decelerating.

Instead, reduce gears and use low gears for mechanical deceleration. After the speed is reduced to a certain level, the handbrake can be intermittently tightened, loosened, and tightened to further reduce the vehicle speed. Finally, look for a buffer zone or reduce the fuel consumption. Is the correct way to deal with...

"Wait...it's so tight...what's going on... uh..."

However, the thick shift lever of this truck was locked tightly for some reason, and even though Araki Sosuke changed eighteen methods, he didn't move at all.

"Crack."

Perhaps it was too intense, and with the sour cracking sound, the 18 cm thick black shift lever broke directly.

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