I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Hmm, try harder... Hulululu... That's right, I didn't expect the scene of'forty people to squeeze together' would be so wild..."

At nine o'clock in the morning, Araki Sosuke, who was snoring, was lying on the sofa in the conference room of the "Institute of Truth" and was sleeping soundly.

"Well, this second-hand 370Z is also good, but I don't know how many times it has been shaken... What is the car loan period? A successful person like me buys a car, of course it is the full price!"

With a blushing face and full of dreams, he still tugged at the suitcase under the sofa with one hand.

"My heart is like a mirror, I am not anyone else, I will definitely hang a rainbow in this sky"

The crisp cell phone ringing abruptly caused Sosuke Araki to slowly open his misty eyes.

"My heart is like a mirror, so meaningless, is the "future me" that I saw with my eyes still trustworthy?"

"I made a mistake, I forgot to turn it off before going to bed... Who, early in the morning, didn't you know that someone was tossed in the ups and downs of life yesterday?"

"My heart is like a bright mirror, the facts slowly fade away, and I head to the different future that is waiting quietly across the rainbow."

"Sigh, my head hurts...it hurts..."

Enduring the headache of a hangover and groping around for a long time, Sosuke Araki finally found the annoying mobile phone in the gap of the sofa.

"I haven't seen a number...Telecom fraud did not work this morning, right? It disturbed my uncle's sleep, are you ready to be scolded?!"

Although it was an unfamiliar call, but out of the idea of ​​"wake up my uncle, I will preach," Sosuke Araki pressed the connection button: "Moximosi, in the next few years, there will be many elite professionals Araki Sosuke, Do not order anything over the phone, do not need a loan, already have a (long-term rental) room, do not confirm any courier and bank transfers, do not have any equipment to watch HNK TV at home, my essence is very expensive, you can’t afford it. Need to work hard."

"Ara... Wood... Jun..."

After a second of silence, there was a deep, vague, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm okay... the fishing rod... I leave it to you... don't believe... anyone..."

The dry and harsh voice like rust rubbing, as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"What kind of liver? Hey, what are you..."

Araki Zongsuke, who was already dizzy, was still recalling the inexplicable words of the other party, and the blind tone of "dududududu" came from the other end of the phone.

"What breaks the harassment call?!"

Throwing the phone aside unhappily, Sosuke Araki looked around the empty conference room with some guilty conscience.

"It's so quiet, Lu Dou drank so much last night, he shouldn't get up yet...SAFE."

After confirming that he didn't see Mai Hanyu, he slowly got up with a dry mouth, came to the empty "Houhailudou special station", and opened the "Houhailudoufeizhai happy water special small refrigerator". ...

"This guy, the taste has become more and more strange recently."

From the refrigerator full of "Girl's Holy Water", he finally pulled out the last bottle of DR.PEPPER, and he drank it with a headache.

"Pattern."

In the next second, the code door of the Institute of Truth was pushed open, and Hou Hailu Dou and Mai Hanyu walked in with sad expressions and complicated eyes.

"Cough cough cough cough... You two night owls, you both got up so early today. Could it be that the earth is going to be destroyed..."

After swallowing the drink that almost choked into the trachea, Sosuke Araki joked about the two of them halfway, but found that the atmosphere seemed to be wrong: "...what, what?"

"I should have thought of..."

After entering the door, Mai Hanyu fell directly on the sofa, buried her pale pretty face between her knees, whispering something.

"Black Claw...it must be them..."

The madness and excitement in her usual days are completely gone, and only the distressing weakness is left.

"Huang, Mr. Araki!"

Hou Hailu Dou, desperate and pale, stepped forward and grabbed Sousuke Araki's hands firmly.

"Wh, what's the matter? Don't you just drink your last bottle of DR.pepper, I will go down for a while..."

In the other's red and swollen eye sockets, there was a nameless flame burning: "Uncle Shiben...he is dead!"

"Puff... Shimoto... the old man... is dead?!"

Hearing this news, Araki Sosuke's eyes fell out of focus and his expression froze. He sprayed Dr. Pepper in his mouth over thick Hailudou's glasses...

"Just kidding, a few hours ago, he was fine..."

Even the suitcase in his hand fell silently to the ground, and a large bundle of "Fukuzawa Yukichi" was spilled unconsciously.

"I'm not kidding, it was a natural death. The police are collecting evidence upstairs..."

Carelessly wiped off the drink on his face, Hou Hailu Dou continued to say word by word: "Araki-kun, we must find the murderer!"

Although on weekdays, this uncle, who can never remember his full name, and loves to use his childhood nickname, has a lot of complaints...

However, the two siblings have been taken care of by Ichiro Torimoto in both economic and daily life in Tokyo during these years, and their relationship is quite deep.

"Lu Dou, you..."

At this moment, Zongsuke Araki understood, the flame in his eyes, who has always been submissive to the thick sea and land fight, is called hatred.

"I see... The Evil Flower, it must be them, do it..."

The conversation with Tokimoto Ichiro last night gradually became clear in his mind.

"What is evil...Araki-kun?!"

In the exclamation of Atsumi Ludou, Araki Sosuke has pushed open the door of the "Truth Research Institute" like a gust of wind and rushed into the elevator.

"Ding."

As the elevator doors opened, what you saw was the corridor of the Soul Eliminators Association, which was blocked by a large amount of yellow tape.

Several police officers wearing gloves, eye masks, and masks are holding various instruments and carefully collecting evidence.

"Hey, who are you? This is now a closed area, and no entry is allowed... Uh!"

Two police officers who were responsible for maintaining order wanted to step forward to expel Araki Sosuke, but he knocked them to the ground blindly.

"You kid, do you want to get in the way of official business... Quickly, stop and stop him, the evidence collection is not over yet..."

Too late to react, they could only watch each other across the yellow line area and running along the corridor.

At the end of the corridor behind the yellow line, two sullen figures were kneeling at the door of Ichiro Tokimoto's office, motionless.

"Huang, Senior Araki!"

Seeing Araki Sosuke running hurriedly, one of them raised his head and called to him in a low voice.

"Toshimoto-sensei, he...uuuuuu..."

It was Yamada Kengo who burst into tears.

And kneeling beside him was Hiroshi Tsugada, who stared at the ground in despair and silence.

"What is it now... President Shiben really..."

When he came to the door, Araki Sosuke stretched his hand to the closed office door, trying to push the door to enter and confirm this unreal fact with his own eyes, but he hovered there because of some kind of inner throbbing.

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