I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

After the point balance returned to zero for the first time, Sousuke Araki, under the hints of various "big prizes appearing at any time" such as "announcement animation", "announcement lines" and "announcement characters" repeatedly played on the screen, "fortune" Maintaining the curve of "small ups and downs", breaking through the horizontal axis called "dignity" all the way down, but I didn't even see the shadow of the grand prize.

"My uncle still doesn't believe it today! Those guys on the forum obviously won the big prize after seeing these kinds of 'trailers', come again..."

"Wait, one hundred yen is a small steel ball, and about one hundred and sixty steel balls are shot in one minute..."

Looking at the bank card in his hand, he seemed to realize something, fine beads of sweat kept gushing out from his pores...

"One hour is close to one million yen... How long have I been sitting?"

Recalling the blurred memory of being blinded by alcohol for a few hours after entering the store, he let out a heart-piercing scream: "I, I, before... Hiccup... What did I do?!"

Under the "triple top" of the self-confidence of getting rich overnight, plus alcohol and gambling, he was actually used by this machine to "win a little, lose a lot" and "return a lot of money", just like a fool who threw watermelons and picked corn all the way. Walking like a monkey leading the way...

"This broken machine actually used a false 'prediction', causing me to lose more than three million yuan in three and a half hours!"

He used to read the news about "a man lost tens of millions of yen in a night at a pachinko shop", and he always laughed at those guys as idiots in his heart.

"That's right, this, this must be a gambling scam... Don't think I can't see it because I'm drunk..."

Unexpectedly, one day, the "idiot" would be himself.

"Asshole machine..."

Drunkenness rose to the brain along with the blood, Araki Sosuke stood up drunkenly.

"Give me back my hard-earned money!"

After roaring up to the sky, he punched hard through the screen of the machine in front of him, bursting out a lot of flames.

"Where is the steel ball... Where is it hidden... Is it in here?"

Unfortunately, most of the new pachinko machines are gradually switching to electronic point cards.

Even if Sousuke Araki exploded the machine and kept digging inside, it would be difficult to obtain a large number of small steel balls.

Moreover, from the obvious rules, customers only spend in pachinko parlors, and earn points through "video games" to exchange for prizes. There is no obvious way to "exchange points for money", so it is also called Not on gambling scams.

"Stinky boy, don't go crazy with alcohol in the store!"

Just as Sousuke Araki was searching for the non-existent "small steel ball" in the blown-up machine with a drunken face, seven or eight men with tattoos and big gold chains had already arrived after hearing the news.

"Wait, wait, what have you done, this is the latest limited edition machine that was launched today!"

Glancing blankly at the hole on the screen, they rushed towards Sousuke Araki.

"No, no, listen to me, there must be something wrong with this machine, it keeps giving out notices but only gives out some rotten small prizes..."

"This guy smells like alcohol. If you don't have any money to pay, please explain to us at the police station!"

"No, it's not me, it's this machine... You can't treat me like this, I saved Ying from Taito district twice... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Give me a hand, this kid is so, so strong!"

"Ah, it stinks, he vomited into my eyes..."

"Stab..."

Being entangled by several men like monkeys, Araki Sousuke turned around abruptly, and his whole body was instantly shredded into strips...

Then, with the strength of a humanoid tyrannosaurus and the vomit splashing in his mouth, he broke free from the hands of several people.

"Hey, look at this guy's exaggerated tattoo area..."

"Look at the fart, people are running away! What kind of sprinter is this guy?"

"Quickly check, which club does he belong to?"

While everyone was stunned by the dense tattoos on his body and the spewing vomit, Sousuke Araki, who was only wearing a pair of boxers and drunk, rushed out of the pachinko shop naked.

...

Three thirty in the morning.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

In the pitch-black alley, Sousuke Araki, who only had a pair of boxers left on his body, was leaning against the wall and spitting furiously into the trash can at his feet.

"Money is something outside of the body... vomit puff puff puff... also, fortunately, the money was transferred to Little Daisy in advance to pay off Xingping's 'debt'..."

After the "intense exercise" at the pachinko shop, coupled with being blown by the bleak autumn wind when he went out for a run, he suddenly felt dizzy, overwhelmed, and unable to vomit...

"Unknowingly, have you come here? So, is it the palace of knowledge, guiding me in the dark..."

After vomiting the food in his stomach upside down, Araki Sousuke noticed that he ran downstairs in the M'S department store where the Spirit Eliminator Association was located in a panic.

"Empty...empty..."

He reached out and scratched in his boxer pants lonely, and took out the mobile phone inside to take a look.

"Only a little more than a hundred thousand left? Rich overnight and poor overnight, the ups and downs of life are too fast, it's really exciting..."

After confirming the number in the bank balance reminder text message, Araki Sousuke showed a forced smile: "Hmph, my uncle is now a mature exorcist, and he only needs to accept a few random commissions..."

When he saw the text message "Brother Araki, tomorrow afternoon, I've ordered more than ten best cars for you to choose from" from Ichimoto Gongyu, his face turned pale again.

"Oops, I let go of my big talk and asked that guy from Gong Xing to help me make an appointment to see the car today... Well, just tell him that I'm drunk, and I'll see it another day."

Stimulated by the embarrassment in his pocket, Araki Sousuke felt a rush of urination, stood by the wall and skillfully opened his trousers...

"wait wait wait!"

The moment he was about to open the gate to release the water, a plastic mineral water bottle that can be seen everywhere in the garbage dump attracted his attention.

"Fortunately, I held back, almost, it was a waste..."

Lifting up vigorously, forcing the "cash flow" that was about to flow back into his body, he bent down to pick up the plastic bottle, with a grin on the corner of his mouth.

"...Isn't that, you have money?"

...

4 hours before Ichiro Tokimoto's death.

In the dark alleyway, full of alcohol and vomiting, a middle-aged man with glasses wearing a black suit and a black top hat, who looked like an extremist, was walking step by step with a suitcase.

"Just stand there, don't come over again... Hiccup..."

Behind the telegraph pole, a sudden drunken voice made him stop cautiously.

"It turns out that I hid here in the middle of the night, making it easy for the old man to find."

Looking at the tall figure hidden behind the telephone pole, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes vigilantly.