I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

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Five minutes later, the two big men leaned together at the low table, each immersed in their cups of noodles.

"Huhuhuhuhu...This is a long story...you know that I have always had a hobby of photography and video..."

Not to mention Sosuke Araki, who had been rid of spirits all night and had just left the "night shift", and even Moto Oida, who wandered around and filmed spiritual exploration videos, had a stomach rumbling after experiencing the same nightmare just now.

"On the Obon Day, I had to take turns at the convenience store for the night shift...sounding...so I placed a camera on the top floor of the apartment in advance to take time-lapse shots of the fireworks show, and plan to watch it after get off work..."

Moto Oida, while sucking the noodles, told Sosuke Araki about his bizarre experience in the past month.

"As a result, because of the gate that appeared in mid-air and the strange black fog, the police asked for a concentrated refuge..."

"When I went back the next day, I found that the camera on the rooftop that had no electricity recorded was terrific!"

He took out his mobile phone, opened the Tubing personal homepage named "GHOSTFACER Xiaojing", and clicked on a video.

"You should have watched this ‘big famous’ video shot by GHOSTFACER?"

As the video began to play, Moto Oida asked triumphantly.

"Huh? I've been practicing in retreat recently, but I have missed a lot of new fans and books... Hulululu...lu."

Looking at the content in the video, the ramen that Araki Sosuke was sucking in his mouth suddenly stopped.

In the video, over the Taitung District, where the black mist lingers, a dark red giant door is suspended quietly bathed in moonlight.

"No, Araki-kun... You should always know the "Gate of Hell" that is going viral on the Internet now?"

"So, this is the gate of earth and hell? 』

As for the events of the Obon night, due to the effects of alcohol and various things that happened afterwards, Sosuke Araki has only a vague general memory.

At this moment, in the video, I clearly saw the door painted in blood in the dark fog again, and it was a completely different sense.

As the video played, the door of the giant door began to close inward, and the outline of the entire door began to become blurred and transparent.

Just when the giant gate was completely closed and disappeared into the night, a small dot dragging a strong black air quickly rose vertically.

Like a blooming black firework, the small dot suddenly expanded in the black fog, turning into a huge black shadow like a mountain.

Because it was wrapped in the black mist, it was only vaguely recognizable that there were several arms and heads in the black shadow sitting in a vacant shape and resembling a human shape.

"This...this is..."

Next, I saw the giant wrapped in the black mist, roughly stretched out a pair of huge arms, pulling out, opening, entering the door of hell in the void, and throwing it backhand...

Then, there was only the remaining "black fog" in the night sky, and there were no more gates and dark shadows in sight.

The whole process does not exceed five seconds.

"Hey, this is the camera that I forgot to shoot on the rooftop. The scene where "The Indescribable Blessed One" closes the gates of hell and saves Tokyo! "

"After I edited this video and uploaded it to the Internet, there were millions of views in a day, and I made a small amount of money just by clicking on the tubing...not to mention the subsequent advertising cooperation invitations..."

Araki Sosuke turned his head stiffly and glanced to his side.

"No, name, name..."

A thick and dark middle finger slowly stretched out with his thoughts, and put it on his shoulders with contempt.

"... Lord?!"

Looking at the huge black shadow in the video, and then at the thick and dark existence on his shoulder, a drop of cold sweat slipped from Araki Sousuke's forehead.

Although the details are completely invisible in the video, based on the ratio of this finger, he can basically be sure...

Well, ninety-nine percent of it is this guy.

"In that case, that little black spot must be me who was "forced into the air" by the warriors of the Warring States period, and I was "sent into the soul". No matter how far away it is, it is really handsome and dazzling..."

At the thought of this, "Xiao Zongjie" under the crotch began to faintly aches.

"Hey, this is the name I took without authorization. It's cool...that, is there any instant noodles? One bowl is not enough...ah, thank you."

Moto Oida naturally couldn't see the thick black root on Araki Sosuke's shoulders. He drank the soup in the cup of instant noodles, reached out and tore open the instant noodles that Araki Sosuke handed him, and suddenly sighed: " Hey, you probably don’t know... As a convenience store franchisee, Sansaka, his wife and daughter are said to have seen strange things on the night of the Bon Festival and were frightened to be hospitalized too much..."

"As a result, due to natural disasters, manpower was tight. Although I also went to help, the Sansaka store manager who was accompanying the hospital still failed to make up for the 24-hour class...Finally, the convenience store thought he was deliberately making excuses to slow down. The lawsuit made him lose a large sum of money through a law firm, and the entire store went bankrupt."

"Because of the inhumane rules of convenience stores and the accumulated popularity of this video, I simply resigned from the convenience store and became a full-time tubing owner to shoot this series of videos."

"...Currently the response is good, and the income is stronger than that of convenience stores, and there are several brokerage companies who want to sign me."

In Japan, oil pipeline owners can be regarded as a relatively hot emerging profession, and a relatively mature industrial chain has been formed.

Behind most of the well-known oil pipeline owners, there will be professional brokerage companies in charge of theme planning, artist cultivation, business cooperation, popularity expansion, film editing and other matters.

It's also rare for him to stand alone like Moto Oida.

"Furthermore, I am now the president of the "Indescribable World Honored Support Club"! "

"Hayi?!"

"Ahem... I said, Araki-kun..."

Taking a look at the empty living room around him, Moto Oida put on a serious look: "It looks like you should have just moved here...you don't know...what's behind this house, right?"

"Oh, I know, the murderous house... However, the apartment I used to be was also quite atrocious, because the rent was very (un)reasonable (requiring) (money)..."

Speaking of this topic, Araki Sosuke dug his nostrils with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Um... Since the first day you came to work at the convenience store, I knew you didn't believe this... I didn't believe it before..."

Cursing his lips, Moto Oida made a serious look.

"However, after the night of the Obon Festival, would you still believe that Taitung District was caused by the government's "psychic sarin gas" and "tornado natural disaster"..."

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