I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Although the rumors about the curse are different, the Owari Tokugawa family is considered to be the one that suffers the most blood curse."

While chatting, Yu Mayumi Xiaoniao surging with Lanmang's eyes, constantly sweeping through the forest, seeming to be searching for possible spirit bodies.

The most ironic thing is that even though he is a "Gosan Family", there is not even one general who was born in the Owari family among the fifteen-generation generals of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

Because, the Owari Tokugawa clan of the "Gosan Family" that existed in order to put an end to the inheritance severance has encountered a more severe extinction problem than the Shogun's clan.

As early as 1800, after the death of the tenth Owari feudal lord Tokugawa Somu, the last direct descendants of the Owari family were cut off and had to adopt other descendants.

"Ahahaha, so many curses, it is not easy for the shogunate to rule for more than two hundred years..."

The corners of Araki's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sympathize with the "local tyrant" Tokugawa's family who had a ill-fated life.

These rulers, how big the house is?

The descendants who inherit wealth and power, and enjoy all of this, are already the offspring of other people's "blood-fed".

Touching the back of his head, Sosuke Araki re-acquainted the little witch who looked at him and talked about Xingzheng, "But, who on earth cursed the Tokugawa clan?"

As the head of Shinjuku High School’s archery club, Yu Mayumi Kotori is not much different from ordinary female high school students in sports, except for her pure and beautiful appearance and a compact and slender figure.

The only difference is that she is able to discuss this "urban legend" in such a gloomy environment, with a calm complexion, as if talking about celebrity gossip.

"Well, it's been inconclusive. After all, there are too many people resenting the Tokugawa clan. Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and the imperial family who have been stolen from the world can even be supported by the gods behind them..."

During the chat, the two had arrived at a small arc-shaped square near the mountainside.

Compared with the foothills with dim yellow street lights, there are no street lights here, and it looks as dark as the wilderness.

The only thing that is conspicuous is a toilet not far from the mountain road that is still lit.

"Well, wait here... I'll solve it."

Saying this to the girl, Araki Sosuke squeezed his legs and dashed towards the public toilet in a shy manner.

Coming all the way from Shinjuku Station, I have never had the opportunity to "release the water", and I have been talking about this kind of permeating "urban legend". Sosuke in his crotch has long been miserable.

Because Tori Mayumi is by his side and embarrassed to "help plants grow anywhere", Sosuke Araki will never let go of the toilet in front of him.

"Resolve it?"

Seeing Sosuke Araki flying away, Yu Mayumi Kotori showed a cautious expression, and the blue spiritual power surged in her clear big eyes...

"That's it, it was almost concealed..."

In her inspiration, the toilet in the direction of Sosuke Araki's heading was wrapped in a stronger grievance than the Hakone Mountain in front of her.

"As expected of Mr. Araki, did you discover the abnormality of this toilet in the first place?"

At this moment, the girl only felt that the road to practice was much longer than she thought.

...

The pale tiled exterior wall, the dimly blinking lights, the concrete floor covered with moss...

This is an ordinary park toilet that is extremely old, but you can see the traces of maintenance on weekdays.

"Hiss... hold on..."

Enduring the soreness of the crotch, Araki Sosuke trot to the toilet, slightly recognizing the gender mark that was worn to the barely visible, and walked towards the door of the men's toilet.

In front of the door of the men’s toilet, there is a warning that reads “In view of the fire in the toilet last year, please do not smoke inside. If there is a fire, please call XXX”.

As Araki Sosuke entered, strands of resentment burst out of the toilet wall, like cooking smoke in the breeze, slowly flowing into his body.

"Wow..."

When he came to the urinal, Araki Sosuke unzipped his trouser chain skillfully, and then showed a relaxed expression.

"Z...ZZZ...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ..."

At the same time, the frequency of the light bulbs flashing on the ceiling suddenly became crazy.

There are only three urinals and a small toilet with three compartments, which instantly transforms into the clubbing area of ​​the nightclub.

"Isn't it... I can't even let the water go well?!"

Holding on to the passionate "Kosuke" with one hand, Araki Sosuke looked back at the ceiling behind him.

"...You like to make the atmosphere so much, don't you go to the nightclub?"

Without removing the blindfold, he could also see that on the ceiling, there was a slender pale arm, with his fingers passing through the bulb, like a passionate DJ DJ, slamming the wick with extremely fast BEAT frantically.

"It turns out that the lighting effects in horror movies come from this way?"

After the water was released, Araki Sosuke was relieved, touched his chin, and looked at the "lighter" above his head who was tirelessly pulling the wick.

However, perhaps because of the gradually diminishing grievances around him, that arm was a little tired from moving, and then he concealed back above the ceiling.

"Oops, it's rare to meet one, don't run away for me..."

Seeing the disappearing arm, Sosuke Araki quickly pulled off the blindfold.

After all, this was the first resentful spirit he finally saw when he came all the way to the middle of the mountain.

As the blindfold was lifted, the original clean and pale toilet painting style changed, turning into a land full of blood stains and black filth, as if from the world to hell.

"Huh, this hell filter is really hot-eyed."

"Crunch..."

Just as Araki Sosuke had just adapted to the sudden change of painting style in front of him, several broken and exposed arms quietly stretched out from the side wall, unscrewing the faucets of the three sinks simultaneously.

"Wow!"

After turning on the faucet, those arms were again dedicatedly retracted into the wall.

"So... do you intend to create this old-fashioned atmosphere of terror all the time?"

If you change to an ordinary person who is not inspired, you may be "moved" by the technological evolution phenomena such as the "ordinary bulb evolution nightclub atmosphere light", "manual faucet upgrade automatic sensor type" and other technological evolutions in front of you...

"Please, the recent horror movies have long since been shot like this..."

Seeing the blood constantly flowing out of the rusty faucet, Sosuke Araki reached out and wiped his pants, giving up the idea of ​​washing his hands.

"If you hide in the wall, I don't know if touching the wall directly will have the effect of'resonance with the same frequency'?"

Just when Sosuke Araki lost his patience with the "horror scene" that was nothing new before him, he directly reached out and touched the wall...

"Tumblr! Tumblr!!"

The dilapidated wooden doors in the three compartments behind him have also been upgraded to "automatic induction electric doors", which began to open and close frantically, hitting the door frame.

Inside the three toilets in the compartment, each slowly stretched out an arm with sharp nails and torn bones.

"Red paper? Blue paper? White paper?"

In the three twisted arms that were far longer than normal, they each held a rough paper with different colors.

"Which one do you want?"

The low and hoarse female voice asked.

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