I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Suzuki-kun... I want to go in... Bah, I want to come over..."

As the distance got closer, the phone booth in the darkness gradually became clearer to Moto Oida.

Dark red paint like blood, the lower half of the solid door panel, the upper half of the "well"-shaped glass grille, and the pale "public telephone" printed on the top cover...

This is an unremarkable old-fashioned public telephone box that has been scattered all over Japan since the Showa era.

"Cough cough cough... Let me tell you first, don't do anything scary, you know those props are useless to me..."

Moto Oida felt relieved when he saw the figure in the khaki windbreaker inside through the glass covered with white mist that made it impossible to see the inside clearly.

Because he adores Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Suzuki would wear that "detective windbreaker" every time he went out to shoot. This is also one of the iconic things of his YouTube channel "Spiritual Reasoning".

"Quick, come and save me! Come and save me!!! Save me!!!"

Suzuki Junyue's urging voice came from the mobile phone that had not been hung up.

"Come on, come on, when I pull it out, you also push it out!"

All the way here was safe and sound, standing in front of the telephone booth in this urban legend, Oida Moto became excited and bold because of the large amount of adrenaline secreted.

"I want to open the door..."

At this moment, for some reason, he hoped that when he opened the door, there would be Suzuki-kun who was wearing a dark wrestler suit and pounced on him, shouting "SUPRISE MOTHER F**KER".

With such nervous and delicate thoughts in mind, he reached out and put his hand on the doorknob of the telephone booth.

"Hurry up, open the door quickly, it's so hot in here, it's so hot, I'm almost out of breath!"

However, Moto Oida didn't notice that Suzuki-kun's urging voice was still only coming from his mobile phone through the thin phone booth door.

"Get ready, one, two..."

Shouting in a low voice, Moto Oida pulled the door of the phone booth out...

"Crunch."

Amidst the sound of rust rubbing against each other, the door of the phone booth opened in such a smooth and smooth manner.

"boom."

Not only did he not appear to be "stuck" at all, but because of Moto Oida's excessive force, he hit the wall of the telephone booth on the outside, setting off a violent airflow.

"Suzuki..."

Before Oida Moto could finish his sentence, the figure of "Suzuki-kun" standing in the telephone booth collapsed like building blocks.

"... Jun?!"

He took a closer look and found that the figure in the phone booth disappeared like magic, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

"This is... Suzuki-kun's clothes?"

Moto Koida bent down tremblingly, and picked up the very familiar "Detective Sherlock Holmes trench coat" on the floor of the phone booth.

Under the windbreaker, shoes, trousers, underwear, socks, keychains, telephones, thermos cups, cameras and other belongings suspected to belong to Mr. Suzuki were exposed.

"...This is, a mobile phone?!"

He reached into the windbreaker and took out a large-screen mobile phone from inside.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone was covered with frost, pitch black, and covered with cracks, and it could not be turned on at all.

"But……"

Koida Moto turned his head stiffly, looking at the mobile phone in his other hand that was still on...

The caller number displayed on the screen that was in the "call state" was clearly Suzuki-kun's phone.

"Suzuki-kun, come out quickly, what kind of trick is this?!"

Shrouded in extreme terror, Moto Oida uttered a hoarse roar!

Could it be that that guy used some mechanism to escape just now, and now he is squatting naked in the nearby green belt with a camera in his hand, filming his panicked self?

"Xiaojing-kun..."

Suddenly, Suzuki-kun's faint voice came from the empty telephone booth.

"Suzuki, bastard, where the hell are you?!"

Koida Moto took a closer look and found a dark red telephone hanging on the inner wall of the telephone booth.

And Suzuki-kun's voice came from the bottom of the phone, hanging empty in the microphone in mid-air...

"...Sorry, Xiaojing-kun...it's them...toot toot toot..."

After Suzuki-kun's voice said this, the microphone became blind.

And the communication on Oida Yuan's mobile phone also hung up.

"This... so, has this phone been used to call me?!"

"Crunch."

Because the situation in front of him was too weird, just as Xiaojing Yuan was about to turn around and run away, the door of the telephone booth that he opened to one side bounced back and slapped him hard on the back...

"Uh...no, don't!"

When Xiaojing Tianyuan came back to his senses, he was already staggering under great force, and was photographed into this weird phone booth!

At a critical juncture, seeing the iron door continue to close towards the telephone booth, Moto Koida, as if facing an elevator door that was about to close, turned around quickly, stretched out his hand, and put half of his body on the door frame, so as not to let the The iron gate is completely closed.

"Snapped."

However, the door panel of the old telephone booth in front of him, like a mousetrap, firmly stuck his hands and feet on the door frame, squeezing inward more and more forcefully.

"It hurts... ah ah ah..."

As if being tortured, Oida Moto felt pain in his hands and feet, he could only grit his teeth and was pressed against the door frame, unable to move.

"Help... Suzuki-kun is fine... anyone can... come and save me!"

He held back the pain and shouted for help, hoping that the residents near the park could hear his voice.

However, at some point, the phone booth was ruthlessly shrouded in white mist, not to mention the buildings near the park, even the nearby green belts and ponds disappeared in the mist.

Dark figures were hovering in the mist around the phone booth flickering.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

Although it was painful to be pinched, and even the bones began to creak, but his intuition told Moto Oida that once he withdrew his hands and feet, he might be waiting for the same fate as Suzuki-kun who disappeared without a trace.

"Now, it's over, it's over."

Even so, judging from the increasingly vigorous squeeze of this door, I am afraid that it is only a matter of time before my hands and feet are "arthropodized".

"The Lord said... let there be light..."

Just when Oida Moto was facing the most desperate moment in his life, a female voice with a foreign accent, accompanied by a ray of moonlight, penetrated through the gap in the white mist...

"So, I took off all my clothes."

"Take off... naked?!"

Moto Oida, whose pale face was illuminated by the light that seemed to symbolize hope, and who was about to collapse, subconsciously glanced at himself.

"...What do you mean?"

Well, the clothes are still there.

"Suzu, Suzuki-kun?"

In the moonlight, a slender, tall and graceful figure walked in through the gap in the white mist.

"No, he's much bigger... who are you..."