I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Although Yamada Kengo is tall and tall, his mind is extremely delicate.

"Assumption 1: Everything I saw just now was a hallucination I saw under the influence of alcohol, so no matter how panicked I am right now, I can go back to bed and sleep directly."

He immediately began to analyze his current situation.

"Assumption 2: If what I saw was true, the upper body and head of that woman were confirmed to have been broken... Where would she have gone in those ten seconds... Did she fall off the balcony?"

Thinking of this, he immediately used the night vision goggles to confirm the playground under the opposite dormitory building.

The playground under the moonlight is quiet and deep, without any abnormality.

At this moment, a faint "click, click" sound entered his ears.

He immediately used the night vision goggles to look in the direction of the sound.

Seeing this, his soul suddenly came out of his body.

Downstairs in the dormitory where he lived, the woman, like a gecko, slowly climbed up the outer wall, dragging a long trail of blood behind her.

What made Yamada Kengo almost pee his pants was that she only had the upper body...

That "click, click" sound was made by her body and internal organs dragging along the wall.

"How is it possible... Can a normal human being do such a thing? She came for me?"

Yamada Kengo immediately locked the balcony window and took out the training bamboo sword from the bedside.

"Click, click"..."Click, click"...

The sound is getting closer.

In the dark dormitory, Kengo Yamada was holding a bamboo sword, and felt his whole body trembling like a sieve, not even daring to breathe.

He dared not turn on the light for fear of attracting the other party's attention.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

"have they gone?"

After a minute, Yamada Kengo, who didn't hear any sound, breathed a sigh of relief.

He squatted carefully and leaned over to the window, looking around.

He breathed a sigh of relief that everything was as usual outside the window.

"Click, click"..."Click, click"...

The voice appeared again, and Kengo Yamada froze for a moment, his face turned livid.

Because, this time, the source of the sound...was in the room behind him.

He turned his head stiffly, looking warily at the familiar yet unfamiliar room in front of him.

In the darkness, the room he had lived in for more than two years suddenly felt strangely terrifying like the giant mouth of a monster.

Scanning around, he didn't see anything unusual.

"Click".

He looked up suddenly.

"Got you."

On the ceiling, the woman dragging half her body said this in a low voice, and rushed towards him with a grinning grin.

The distance was too close, and Kengo Yamada could clearly see the opponent's cyan face covered with corpse spots, eyeballs protruding from the frame, and the distorted expression of joy on his face...

He subconsciously dodged backwards while swinging his sword.

The woman was extremely powerful, under the pounce, the bamboo sword broke with a "snap".

Then, with a stench in his body, he threw himself on Yamada Kengo.

"It's over...Senior, I'm sorry, I can no longer lead the Kendo Club..."

Being pinched by the woman's hands like iron clamps, a heavy suffocation enveloped him, blurring his vision for a while.

At this moment, Yamada Kengo only felt his chest burn.

Like an explosion, a huge flame ignited in the pocket of his shirt on his chest.

The fire ignited on the woman, and the woman riding on him immediately screamed ferociously, and the whole person was like a pendulum, swinging 180 degrees back and forth on Yamada Kengo...

As the strength in the woman's hand weakened, the long-lost oxygen poured into Kengo Yamada's lungs, making his almost blurred consciousness clear.

Kengo Yamada, unable to resist, could only lie on the ground and let the woman in front of him "play" until the other party slowly dissipated into black smoke in the burning fire.

Ten minutes later, Yamada Kengo, who had been "ridden", got up and rushed to the toilet.

"vomit……"

He hugged the toilet and vomited.

After all, it is not pleasant to watch such a ferocious-looking woman with only half of her body sway wildly on your body, slowly and painfully dissipate into black smoke, and at the same time appreciate the long-rotted physiological structure experience.

After taking a shower and changing out of his wet pants, Kengo Yamada managed to calm down.

After everything just now, he naturally knew that what he saw was not a "person".

He reached out to touch the charred shirt pocket.

Inside was a pile of black paper embers and unburned yellow-white confetti.

I vaguely remember that when we were parting, Senior Araki stuffed a piece of "tale paper I asked for myself" into this pocket.

He even confiscated 1,000 yen "incense fee" from his trouser pocket without authorization.

...

"This... rubbish, this is simply a crime!"

Enduring the stench, Wen Gu yelled at the contents of the garbage bag after a little fumbling.

Not because of anything insane in your pocket.

The black garbage bag contained nothing but garbage.

Full of "unsorted garbage".

Moving waste paper boxes, smelly old socks and underwear, a lot of crumpled tissues with curly hairs, half-eaten cup noodles, old adult magazines...

Japan's garbage classification law, which was implemented in the 1980s, has been revised to an almost harsh level.

There are more than 20 types of garbage alone, and they vary according to the policies of various places.

For example, after drinking a bottle of beverage, you need to unscrew the cap, wash and squash the bottle, tear off the label, and throw it into different trash cans according to categories.

Garbage trucks collect different types of garbage every day. If you misread the wrong garbage on the wrong day, you will be rejected or even issued a ticket.

For some special garbage or large garbage, you need to go to the convenience store in advance for "fee recycling", or buy a garbage recycling coupon and paste it on the garbage bag, otherwise the garbage truck will not take it away.

Naturally, not everyone is willing to abide by such a strict system.

Therefore, a crime that came into being is the "crime of illegal dumping of waste". The offender will be sentenced to imprisonment for up to 5 years and a fine of up to 10 million yen.

Looking at the unusually skilled technique just now... Wen Gu can be sure that this guy is a habitual offender.

After wiping his sticky hands to stabilize his emotions, Wen Gu turned and disappeared into the darkness.

After all, the "crime of illegal dumping of waste" does not come under the jurisdiction of Class Nine.

Ten minutes later, Sousuke Araki, who was "nothing and light", appeared next to the vending machine not far from the gate of the Kuramae apartment, smoking a cigarette leisurely, as if he was going to go back after smoking this one.

He was also forced to go out late at night to "illegally throw garbage".

If the recommendation ticket is left after twelve o'clock, the one-stop service for dancing and riding will be arranged immediately.