Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Takeo Moribe was lying on the bed with his wife on his side. After being possessed by a fox demon, his sense of hearing and smell became inhuman.

Takeo Moribe could clearly hear his wife's breathing while sleeping, and she had fallen asleep peacefully, but Takeo Moribe tossed and turned, but couldn't sleep because there were a hundred thousand maggots crawling around on him.

With invisible shackles shackling him, he stood up from the bed, walked around to his wife's bed, and could clearly see his wife's profile in the dark.

After possessing spiritual power, his strength can crush the wrists of adults, not to mention the smooth neck of his wife.

As long as he wanted to, all the gangsters in the toilet could be killed in a few breaths!

"Huh..." Takeo Moribe stood on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths.

His hands were trembling slightly, cutting through the darkness and approaching his wife's neck.

Just a pinch!

"Good night."

He stroked his wife's hair with his hands, turned around and went back to the other side of the bed, opened his eyes and fell asleep.

The sun still rose as usual.

Takeo Moribe, who hadn't slept all night, was not exhausted. He got up early and had a meal as usual, then sat numbly on the tram to go to work.

When we arrived at the subway platform next to the company, everything was as usual. The man who committed suicide by jumping off the track just caused the tram system in Osaka to panic for a few minutes.

Takeo Moribe also swiped his phone to confirm that what happened yesterday was not a hallucination, and the news of this kind of social animal suicide is not worth digging into.

After a few days, when he was no longer mentioned in the news and his relatives forgot about him, the man was really dead.

When I returned to the company and sat down, a group of semi-bald colleagues were discussing the recent technical work. The newcomers with thick hair, the elderly with partial baldness, and the elites with total baldness.

Moribu stroked his hair. He was one of the few people with good skills and not yet bald, but according to the trend of grabbing a handful of hair every time he washes his hair, it is not far away to become bald.

The colleague sitting next to him leaned over. He peeled an apple with a fruit knife, cut it into two pieces, and handed it to Takeo Moribe.

"Fujioka Yoshito died so suddenly."

"Who is Yoshito Fujioka?" Takeo Moribe took the apple and took a bite. The apples at the end of February were really sour.

"It's the one from the marketing department... I don't know him either. I heard it from someone else. Wasn't he the one who committed suicide yesterday? The marketing department laid off employees. He was on the layoff list yesterday. Tsk, it can't be called a layoff, right? Even if they were transferred to other counties, but if they were relegated from the headquarters to Kochi County in the four islands, more than half of their wages would be directly cut off, which is almost the same as layoffs."

"It is said that he spent all his savings a month ago and just bought a mortgage loan to buy a house. His daughter in the third grade of junior high school is going to enter a private school. It seems that his parents had health problems a few days ago. When all these situations came together, the whole It's not good for people." The colleague nodded with concern, and the burden of so many bad news is something that middle-aged people can't bear.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, this abyss of irreversibility may fall on him one day.

Are they still acquaintances? Thinking of the scene of raising his hands and surrendering yesterday, Takeo Moribe's heart ached again.

"A pair of orphans and widows are left behind, and I don't know what will happen in the future."

After the two social animals chatted for a few words, they felt that everything was boring. They pulled the chair closer to the computer table and squinted their eyes to code.

"What kind of car does Kameda drive?"

When coding, Takeo Moribe asked as if nothing had happened.

"Section chief? The section chief drives a black Subaru, right?"

"oh."

Subaru.

Not Mitsubishi.

Takeo Moribe didn't care about coding at all, and after pretending to copy and paste, add, delete, modify and check, he fished in troubled waters until he got off work.

This is the life of a programmer. When you have nothing to do, you can be idle and boring, add, delete, modify and check and pretend to be busy, so you can handle the work. But once the big project is overwhelmed, I have to stay up all night and work overtime.

Takeo Moribe seemed to be very "favored" by his superiors in the past two days. The two arranged newcomers hadn't come yet, and after get off work, they were called out by the office leader.

But this time it wasn't Tachikawa from the HR team, but Kameda who made Takeo Moribe clenched his fists.

"Come on, come on." Kameda waved at Takeo Moribe, and Kameda's boss looked at Takeo Moribe with a smile, as if he was a good boss.

Takeo Moribe packed up the documents at the desk, put a bunch of miscellaneous things into the briefcase, and followed behind Kameda with his head down.

What happened between the two, only three people know.

Kameda's home is in the central area, across a river from the company's headquarters. As a section manager, he drives to and from get off work every day as a matter of course.

A large company with more than 600 people has its own dedicated parking lot. The two deliberately walked very slowly. When they arrived at the parking lot, there was no one in the huge parking lot.

"Shoubu, how's work going?"

"very good."

"Yeah." Kameda nodded with a smile, his beer belly twitched, "I can see your hard work, if everyone in the department works as hard as you, the business level of our department will be doubled .”

After a word of praise, Kameda revealed his intentions: "That's right. Recently, a good job came down from the headquarters and selected a group of excellent capable detoxification permanent residents. In addition to receiving two salaries every month, there are also other subsidies. These few items can make a lot of money in a year."

It is true that he can make a lot of money. If he were the former Takeo Moribe, for the sake of his family, he would definitely nod in agreement without even thinking about it, wishing he could kneel down and thank Kameda for his appreciation.

So what about detoxification? As long as he can make more money, it's fine for him to stay in Africa!

But it was different now, he was transferred away to Shidu, thousands of miles away - of course Takeo Moribe knew why.

"Crackling."

Takeo Moribe's arm was holding the briefcase firmly, and the sundries and documents stuffed inside made a creaking sound.

Seeing Takeo Moribe bowed his head and said nothing, Kameda smiled, turned around, patted his stomach and left.

Kameda is determined to eat this cowardly guy.

"Kameda." Takeo Moribe's voice sounded behind Kameda.

Kameda frowned, how could a subordinate directly call his boss by his name?

Is this cowardly scum about to lose his temper?

But no matter how the trash is delivered, it is still a trash. As long as he scolds the guard, the trash will obediently kneel down and admit his mistake!

Kameda turned his head and was about to scold Takeo Shoubu angrily, but suddenly narrowed his eyes.

I saw Takeo Moribe holding a fruit knife in his hand, and the cold light on the blade could be felt in the dark underground parking lot.

Kameda had the impression that it was the apple peeler placed on the water dispenser in the office.

"Hey! You're going to..."

This guy is going to kill? Set yourself on fire and die with him?

Kameda turned around and was about to run away, but Takeo Moribe was faster than him!

A gust of wind blew by, and Takeo Moribe pinched Kameda's neck, and with the other hand held a dagger against Kameda's eyelids, with just a little force, it could be drawn from the eye socket, and Kameda's brain was disturbed. rotten.

The blade slightly scratched Kameda's eyelids, and traces of blood flowed down.

"Hey, Moribe, let me say..." Kameda's bald head was dripping with sweat.

"Fuck you." Moribe grabbed Kameda's half of his face and slammed it heavily on the concrete floor.

"Boom!"

That greasy face like a fat pig collided with the ground, and under the recoil of the cement, the fat on Kameda's face shook like waves,

The puffy face eroded by wine was covered with blood and pain.

Eyeballs, nose, mouth, and 32 teeth almost all fell out due to pain.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

Shoubu grabbed Kameda and pressed him against the wall, the body weighing more than two hundred kilograms was not much heavier than a child in his hands.

Takeo Moribe cursed, and used the handle of the fruit knife to stab Kameda's face again and again.

In the elongated shadow, Moribe's arm turned into a pile driver, repeatedly inlaid with a knife handle.

The round knife handle carved bruises, red spots, and blood on Kameda's face.

A deep roar came out of Moribe's throat undisguisedly, and the plastic at the corner of the knife handle was peeled off after being hit, and then filled with Kameda's flesh and blood.

"Don't hit, don't hit...don't hit..." Kameda's voice became smaller and smaller, and he found that he couldn't resist the thin and small Takeo Moribe, whose body was obviously like a stick, and he could knock it down with a single slap , but at this moment the power erupting from that thin body made him chill.

"stop fighting……"