I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"So, in the first half of the night before the incident, you were drinking with Hiroshi Tsuneda, Kengo Yamada, Takumi Fujiwara, and Ruto Atsukai from the association at the Ryukyu Country Izakaya, right..."

In the dark interrogation room, listening to Sousuke Araki's description, Takeshi Iwata handed him another cigarette: "Did you notice anything unusual?"

At this moment, the round ashtray in front of the two "smokers" was filled with cigarette butts like an incense burner dedicated to gods.

"Abnormal things... Except for Vice President Tokita who wanted to break the rules of the store, shouted 'open the era of everyone becoming a Buddha' and wanted to get started 'Assist in squeezing the juice', and was used by Yamada-kun who was playing a punishment game with only his underwear left There seems to be nothing else other than the 'right behind grapple' to prevent it..."

Putting his feet on the table, leaning on the chair and looking up at the ceiling above his head, Araki Sousuke carefully searched for the remaining details in his mind.

"Oh, by the way, Takumi and Lu Dou, two humble guys with the same drinking capacity and guts, seemed to vomit several times in the middle, which made me seem to have paid a lot of extra cleaning fees?"

"Well, this part of the experience is basically consistent with the testimony of several other parties and the waiter of the "Ryukyu Izakaya" that night. With the road security cameras and consumption records as evidence, there should be no problem..."

Takeshi Iwata poured him a cup of hot tea: "So, the key to the case is in the second half of the night...where did you go after you came out of the izakaya?"

"At that time, I was drunk, and only a vague impression remained... Hey, I remember breaking up with them at the crossroads, I really wanted to go home and sleep..."

"Go home and sleep... Then, why did you wake up in the 'Internet Business Department' downstairs of the association the next morning?"

After typing a few times on the laptop beside him, Takeshi Iwata turned to his computer screen and was holding his temples with both hands and circling frantically recalling Araki Sousuke: "This video may help you remember something."

"This is……"

What was playing on the screen seemed to be a surveillance video intercepted by a security camera.

"PREGO?"

Bright posters, shops with floor-to-ceiling glass, and machines shining with bright lights...

Sousuke Araki recognized at a glance that this is PREGO, a chain of pachinko shops that can be seen everywhere in Tokyo.

"To be precise, it's the PREGO Pachinko Akihabara store at three o'clock in the morning... Pay attention to the corner location..."

In the pachinko shop late at night, there are still many "professional pachinko players" who are addicted to this place.

As soon as Takeshi Iwata finished speaking, he saw a blond man who was sitting in the corner where the surveillance camera couldn't capture his face, suddenly stood up.

After posing in a sad posture of "asking the heaven with tears", and seeming to roar something...

The man punched out fiercely, smashing through the screen of the pachinko machine in front of him, bursting out a lot of sparks.

Then, under the horrified gazes of all the guests, the blond man embarrassedly resisted the entanglement of several sleepy-eyed extreme men, and unexpectedly performed a move of "Golden Cicada Escape Shell" with a wild posture and quick movements. Under the broken, escaped wearing only a pair of boxers.

The surveillance video that stopped playing was fixed on the angry, panicked and ferocious face of the man in boxers with tattoos all over his body before he escaped from the shop...

"This is me... I, I remembered!"

The man's left eye was still covered with a dark one-eyed patch.

"After drinking, I did run to play pachinko..."

Looking at the criminal face on the surveillance screen, the cigarette butt in Araki Sosuke's mouth fell to the ground in shock, and fine beads of sweat began to emerge from his face layer by layer.

"If I hadn't been seduced by the fraudulent advertisement of that shabby pachinko shop, the series of things that followed wouldn't have happened..."

Amidst the smog, countless broken memories began to gather in Araki Zongsuke's mind, and gradually turned into a sad past that he sealed deep in his memory and couldn't bear to look back on.

"As the Leo with the strongest fortune this month and the lucky star on Thursday, I will not sit here now!"

...

9 hours before Ichiro Tokimoto's death, Akihabara Electric Town, intersection.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Akihabara is still brightly lit, and there are many ramen shops, izakayas, KTVs and custom shops still open.

"Since that guy Xinghei left, it's been a long time since he has been so passionate... Hiccup... what a turbulent 'Twelve Squeeze', Ryoma is the one who suffers if he doesn't come."

After parting from the crowd, Araki Sousuke, who was in the middle of the crowd, took out the wrinkled bill from his back pocket, and glanced at it drunkenly: "Oh, that meal just now... actually cost 170 yuan. Ten thousand……"

"Guy Hiroshi, did you secretly add a lot of things? Could it be that he's usually suppressed too much?" 』

On that long list of dishes, there are as many as 32 servings of the hidden dish "Omakase Juice" alone!

"Well, this little money is nothing to my uncle now..."

The bit of distress that had just habitually emerged was instantly swallowed up by the "confidence" bestowed by the bank card balance.

After the entrusted bonus of 50 million yen arrived in the account, Sosuke Araki remitted 40 million yen to Daisy's "public donation account" without further ado.

After dealing with capital taxes and personal debts, there are several million left. He plans to buy a modified "small steel gun", and then use the remaining fraction to realize his original dream of "living and drinking in Ginza every day".

"At this time, the trams are also stopped, so I can only scan the QR code to get a shared bicycle... Wait, I am a rich man now, so of course I take TAXI!"

Just when Sousuke Araki was looking around on the street with dull eyes, wanting to experience the silky and smooth electric doors of a taxi and the feeling of being greeted by the driver...

"Dear guests, according to this month's horoscope, the domineering and cute Leo is in the "king way" fortune. And today's lucky star on Thursday is the guest with the word "wood" in his name!"

"Oh, a pachinko shop..."

In a super-large store with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the cute and cold female electronic synthesis voice that is commonly used in promotional activities and shop attracting customers came from.

"The zodiac sign with kingly fortune, the lucky star with 'wood' in the name... isn't it just me who is in the limelight and making money every day... This divination is quite accurate!"

Glancing at the large pachinko shop with bright lights, melodious music, and hundreds of machines, Sousuke Araki, who was a little itchy, turned his head pretendingly indifferently: "Hmph, I'm already young and wealthy. We are now the elites of society, and we can’t spend all day in pachinko parlors like before... Hiccup... Besides, it’s so late now..."