I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"There are still resentful spirits?"

Seeing that mannequin disappeared from sight, Yu Mayumi Torii stopped immediately.

She remembered the rumors recorded in the notebook about "a student saw a mannequin moving at night".

I thought it was just an old joke.

After all, this is a rumor that every school has had.

Her state at the moment was not enough to support another spirit removal operation.

Therefore, when the resentful spirit didn't notice him, it was the wisest choice to exit the teaching building and rectify the state.

But things were counterproductive. The horror model that had disappeared at the fork in the corridor seemed to feel the existence of Yu Tori Mayumi. He leaned back at the fork very humanely, and after a glance, he quickly turned and walked towards her.

"Is it inevitable?"

Tori Mayumi showed hopeless eyes.

At this time, the talisman in her sleeves was exhausted, the shrine maiden costume protected by the gods also failed, the spiritual power in her body was exhausted, and even her life, Gouyu, was shattered.

Even my ankles were bruised, and I couldn't run fast.

"Great Lord Akagi Himing, I am afraid that your god son can no longer serve you..."

With a decisive look in his eyes, the last trace of spiritual power was gathered, Toriyuki Mayumi calmly faced the anatomical model not far away, preparing to fight the opponent to the death.

"You are here, I am looking for you everywhere..."

After the creature model walked under the bright moonlight, Yu Mayumi could see clearly...

The penetrating model turned out to be hollow, and after being split into two from the middle, it was worn on both sides of the body.

Naturally, only Sōsuke Araki can wander around the corridors wearing such horrible gadgets in the middle of the night.

"Senior Araki..."

Tori Mayumi tremblingly pointed his finger at the mannequin on the opponent's body.

"Oh, you said this, when I came downstairs, it suddenly fell on me from behind the door, and then it split into two halves. It was just the right size to wear on my body... It just got a little tighter in the crotch. ."

Unscrupulously swinging the eye-catching existence under the crotch of the biological model, Araki Sect, who walked forward, said proudly.

"Please don't make such silly jokes in the future..."

Tori Mayumi breathed a sigh of relief.

Presumably, the previous rumors were that some students deliberately wore this thing to play a prank.

"In other words, it is really hard to get rid of spirits, you can see how you can do it."

Seeing the embarrassed little bird Yu Mayumi, who was covered in stains in front of him, Sosuke Araki couldn't help but frown.

Isn't this girl going to get into the sewer?

Hearing this in Toori Yu Mayumi's ears, the taste changed.

Sure enough, Senior Araki had seen it in secret before.

The reason why I was so embarrassed was because I was too careless and did not practice enough.

In the past, she had experienced the despirit action, nothing more than a resentful spirit.

Who would have thought that there were so many resentful spirits hidden in this small school.

If you are more careful in the library, you will not waste the power of the gods on the witch costume. Later, when you face a few resentful spirits in the pool, you can naturally resolve it easily.

Tori Mayumi is reflecting on it seriously.

...

At the same time, Shibuya Police Station has a dedicated conference room for Section 9.

Mochizuki Ayano and several agents from the information group are watching a group of videos on the projection screen.

"This is the experimental record of the suspected residual resentment from the research institute just sent from the research institute..."

Mochizuki Ayano frowned slightly when she heard the word "institute."

A video of the experiment was shown on the projection screen.

An adult golden retriever dog was put on a black collar by the researchers.

After playing fast for a few hours, the five senses of the Golden Retriever began to be anthropomorphized.

A few hours later, the golden retriever with a human face started to spit out words like a human face dog.

After the collar was removed, the golden retriever returned to its original state.

"Through preliminary experiments, the wearer of this grievance gradually acquires the biological characteristics of the human face dog and the corresponding exercise ability within 24 hours. The effect is currently confirmed to be reversible after the collar is removed within 24 hours of wearing. In order to avoid human face Taking this possibility of resurrection, the dog has not been tested for a longer period of time. It has now entered the short-term test phase of human body. In summary, the effect of the grievance conforms to the characteristics of the human face dog, and it can be basically confirmed that the human face dog has died.

"Okay, has the institute approved the report on the application for'that thing'?"

Mochizuki Ayano watched the video again and continued to inquire.

"At present, the approval process has reached the director, and it will probably be down soon."

The agent on the side confirmed the process node in the computer and replied.

After all, everyone knows the relationship between the director and the person in front of him.

"Okay, when that thing arrives, we can move on to the next step."

Hearing this news, Mochizuki Ayano's face looked a little better.

"About the 2CH forum and the case data of the past two years, all are summarized here..."

Another agent took a laptop and placed it in front of Mochizuki Ayano.

"Okay, let's get here today, everyone has worked hard."

After receiving the computer, after a few agents walked out of the meeting room, Mochizuki Ayano grabbed the coffee beside her and drank it.

"It seems that tonight is another sleepless night..."

As she glanced at ten lines and quickly checked the information on the computer, it seemed that there were countless windows playing different information, centered on her appearing in the void.

Inside each window, she imagined strange and terrifying images.

At the bottom of the window, there are the corresponding 2CH forum discussion posts and the ID of the person who posted the post.

What flows outside the window is a huge amount of supernatural case data and witness intelligence.

She kept categorizing the case information flowing in the void into the corresponding weird windows.

This is the sort of information she can do in her mind with the ability to remember.

"In addition to the murder of the resentful spirit... the slit girl... the eye of the gap... the turbo mother... the headless horseman... the death courier... how many unknown existences are there?"

With the classification of the detailed case information, her face became more and more ugly.

Because of her actions, it is equivalent to directly seeing a live replay of countless victims being killed by weird and wraith spirits.

This kind of behavior that consumes so much spiritual and mental power and bears huge psychological pressure at the same time, even if it is her, can only replay once every six months.

"But... what is the relationship between the 2CH forum and these weirdness?"

After categorizing the information, she carefully checked the popular discussion posts related to various weirdness.

Because some of the posts in the forum describe the weirdness too accurately.

When the abnormality of the 2CH forum was first discovered, the ninth lesson also considered the possibility that the untraceable and indestructible forum moderator IBM700 manipulated strangely behind the scenes.

However, the urban legend section of 2CH has millions of daily active users.

Thousands of creative and discussion posts are updated daily.

Many precise descriptions of the characteristics and rules of the same urban legend do not appear in one or two discussion posts, but exist in multiple discussion posts like puzzle pieces.

The ghost administrator "IBM700", apart from publishing several adaptations of [Split Girl] and [Human Face Dog] more than two years ago, he rarely took the initiative to post.

More often, he just manages the posts in the forum diligently.

People who are really keen on creating and discussing these urban legends are not IBM700, but ordinary users.

The in-depth investigation of users who have posted related posts spent half a year in the information group of Lesson Nine, but found nothing.

Because according to the results of the investigation, these users are ordinary people with no abnormalities and no knowledge of supernatural events.

Because of this, Mochizuki Ayano can only update and organize information regularly in order to find a breakthrough in countless clues.

"Could it be that our investigation is focused on IBM700, which has always been a mistake?"

Mochizuki Ayano quickly tapped her fingers on the table.

"There are still a large number of cases of organ loss, and no corresponding weirdness has been found. Is there such a large range of activities for ordinary resentful spirits... Or is it just ordinary organ trafficking gangs committing crimes?"

With high-speed thinking, drips of sweat continued to flow down her forehead, picking up the lollipop on the table and stuffing it into her mouth, replenishing the sugar consumed by the brain.

In the mist of chaotic information, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes staring at her quietly.

The night is late, but no one sleeps.

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