I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Speaking of how to get in, you have to thank yourself..."

Niya took out a dark camcorder from under the skirt and threw it to Moto Oida.

"This...this is my..."

"Does that kind of place really fit this stuff?" 』

This is the camera that he placed on the grass before he decided to help Suzuki-kun "pull the door".

"Wait... I clearly remembered that I took a picture... how come?!"

Quickly replaying the contents of the camera, Moto Oida gave an incredible exclaim.

From start to finish, through his lens, there are no phone booths in the park.

After the camera was placed on the ground, he himself just walked into a white mist and disappeared.

"Although I can break through some hidden ‘enchantments’, I still need relatively accurate positioning..."

Just as Oida Yuan entered the park with the camera in his hand, Niya, who had arrived, also entered through the park gate and checked the situation.

"It all depends on your camera to record the location of this phone booth, so that I can do this kind of thing precisely through the **."

"Although you are not without the possibility of being cut off by your face, in short, the current results are good, so you don't need to care about those details..."

When she came to the pond, there was nothing suspicious about this area except for the extremely dense white mist.

However, the flashing red light of the camera on the ground caught her attention.

After discovering the abnormal shooting content in the camera, she decisively summoned the magic sword Gulam, and used the "Twilight Sword Qi" to cut open the barrier hidden in the white mist.

"According to the analysis of the information at hand, this weird phone booth should be able to manipulate or imitate the victim who came in, and call to attract the next victim here..."

"This, isn't this the same as those religious pyramid schemes?!"

After being locked in this phone booth, no other terrible things happened for the time being, and Moto Oida's rusty brain began to work again.

"But, if it says that it has swallowed us into the'belly', what are we waiting for now, secreting gastric juice?!"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of my unplanned ‘outsiders’ relationship that undermines its adherence to the single-P principle..."

Niya held the remnant blade and looked around vigilantly.

"Or maybe, we are observing the state of our clothing, and may tear it out at any time..."

Before she finished speaking, a black figure swished across the glass grille behind her.

"Yes... there are ghosts!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a bloodshot eyeball was tightly attached to one of the panes of glass, and he peeped greedily at Moto Oida from the outside.

"No, foreplay has begun..."

Seeing Oida Moto screaming behind him, Niya turned around and gave a sword without hesitation.

The orange-red sword gas annihilated silently on the inner wall of the phone booth.

There, there is nothing.

"Zizzizi..."

At the same time, on the ground, the handset connected to the phone via a spring-shaped telephone wire made a strange electric noise.

A few minutes ago, the earpiece was like the tongue of a frog catching insects. After Moto Oida was entangled, he lay there quietly.

"Is it the tingling fire? Help...help...Yoshihara's side, Yuguoli is on fire..."

"The fire... It's a big fire... It's so hot... Call someone to come..."

"Ahem... It hurts... I can't breathe... Who will help me..."

"Big... Uncle, my legs cramp and my waist is weak... Who will help..."

The distorted and desperate cry of several men and women came from the earpiece.

"Crackling..."

In the background sound at the end of the receiver, there seemed to be a crisp sound similar to the burning of firewood.

"Ahhhhh! Don't look for me... I didn't do anything!!"

Hearing these voices, Moto Oida just felt like the sky was spinning, and he was so scared that he sat in the corner with his head in his hands and a hip.

"Don't listen."

Niya cut out three sword qi and slammed on the phone, telephone line and receiver in front of him.

But the same as before, leaving no trace.

"Small, be careful!"

Suddenly, a black shadow passed silently across the glass behind Yuan Xiaojing.

"puff."

Niya was about to raise his sword to guard, but the Gulam in his hand suddenly shrank and turned into an ordinary utility knife.

"Hey, something that will soften when the frequency is a little faster!"

"Help...There are children here..."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

At the same time, a pungent "white mist" floated out of the telephone tube on the ground with the sound of crying, making the phone booth smoky and dark.

"This is... smoke?"

Only then did Niya realize that what lingered outside the phone booth was not what she thought was white mist at all.

That's smoke...

The billowing smoke filled the fire scene!

"Don't leave me alone..."

"Come with us..."

Just when Niya threw the utility knife away and reached into the skirt, several burnt, hot, dry and blood-stained arms penetrated into the phone booth from all directions, drowning the two of them.

"Give you...real name...Mjolnir!"

With her roar, a piece of thunder flashed through the gap in her arm.

"Crackling...Boom!"

Those slender arms shattered to the ground in the thunder light, revealing Niya holding a delicate silver hammer.

Armed under the skirt and crowned with a pseudonym.

"Hey, be firm, it's only a few seconds..."

In the smoke, Niya moved with difficulty, trying to get closer to Oida Yuan, but the endless, 360-degree pervasive arms obviously did not intend to make her wish.

"These resentful spirits were burned to death?"

She could only continuously dance the thunder light and smash the arms around her, and watched Yuan Yuan roll her eyes and disappear in the embrace of those arms...

Wrapped in dense arms and thick smoke, Moto Oida felt as if he was in a suffocating scorching fire. He felt hot all over his body, and his lungs were so dry that he couldn't inhale even a trace of oxygen.

Call up……

Call someone...

help me……

No matter who...

It will be all right……

His consciousness also sinks a little bit in the painful whisper that lingers in that ear, and gradually becomes stiff.

"Don't...name...of...the Lord..."

A chain of black arms, like a puppet, manipulated his body and walked towards the phone opposite...

"Bless...Aha!"

Suddenly, there was a hot and burning pain in the buttocks, making Xiaojing Tianyuan, who was flushed, couldn't help humming.

"Puff."

A faint flame ignited from the pocket of his buttocks and ran up along the surrounding arms...

"Uh ah ah ah ah..."

Stained by the fire, Xiaojing Tianyuan's densely packed arms, but within a second, they all turned into ashes in the sorrowful wailing...

As if encountering something terrible, the scorched black arms that continued to flood the inner wall of the phone booth bypassed Moto Oida and attacked Niya one after another like avoiding the plague.

Even the suffocating smoke lingering around him rose and scattered with the flames.

In this chaotic and deadly phone booth, the place where Xiaojing's pastoral foothold was established has suddenly become a piece of pure land.

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