I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"The memorial monument in East Ikebukuro Central Park was destroyed in the battle, and the grievances broke through the many soul monuments in the SunShineCity60 building... Fortunately, the grievances in the damaged soul monument should have been wiped out in years of suppression, and Nothing out of the ordinary."

Hearing this news, Mochizuki Ayano suddenly gasped, feeling that life's great ups and downs had come too fast.

You know, there used to be 60 vicious and vicious spirits suppressed there.

"That's a fortune among misfortunes... Having said that, he is indeed the descendant of the Abe family, and he can easily resolve even such a level of aggregated grievances..."

After confirming the situation of the first group through the system, Mochizuki Ayano, who was relieved, couldn't help pondering.

Encountering a spirit of a higher-than-expected level is an unavoidable situation in action.

After all, every supernatural case is like an unopened gift box. If you don't open it yourself, you will never know what is inside.

"Reporting to the head of the section, the removal of spirits in each group has come to an end successfully..."

A detective reported to her with some excitement.

Before the joint operation, only the class leader Mochizuki Ayano and the newly promoted "Buddha Sniper" deputy class leader Iwata Takeshi were the only ones who could lead the team to carry out the difficult extermination of spirits in the ninth class.

After the members of the Soul Eliminator Association joined, overnight, they actually possessed the ability to simultaneously perform five tasks of the strange level [one] or higher.

At first glance, the running-in stage of the joint operation has achieved very good results.

"Let the team that has completed the task close the team as planned, and the mobile team will be responsible for the aftermath, medical treatment and other finishing work... The information team will conduct a preliminary analysis and review of the action process."

The expression on Mochizuki Ayano's face softened a little at this moment.

"I always feel like I forgot something..."

An Information Group agent grumbled about the finishing touches at hand.

...

Yoyogi Sanchome.

"Accidentally, it's almost dawn... But I finally caught up with the game progress..."

In the apartment, Takumi Fujiwara, who had big dark circles under his eyes, put down the game console in his hand tiredly and stretched.

"The Spirit Eliminators Association and those guys in Lesson 9 should still be fighting to death outside..."

With some guilty conscience, he opened the curtains and overlooked the scenery of Yoyogi Park in the morning light.

"Ding Dong".

Someone rang the doorbell.

"Who? So early?"

Fujiwara Takumi, who was about to eat breakfast and sleep, turned on the screen of the video doorbell suspiciously.

On the screen, a plain-looking man in a wrinkled Brazilian suit was standing outside the door with his head bowed respectfully.

His pale face took up almost the entire screen.

"Mr. Fujiwara, good morning, I'm a staff member of the TV station. Since you haven't signed a contract with the TV station, I came here to ask you to conclude a contract and pay for the use of the TV station."

"Huh? The TV station...why know my name? Has this apartment never been signed with?"

Looking at the man on the screen, Fujiwara Takukai's face was covered with black lines.

There are basically only three types of people who will ring the doorbell at the door, missionary grandma, delivery person and...collector.

The TV station is Japan's national-level, nationally broadcast neutral TV station.

According to Japan's "Broadcasting Law", residents who live in Japan have the obligation to make a contract as long as they have a TV or any equipment that can watch TV.

However, the law does not say what penalties will be imposed for not fulfilling and contracting obligations.

And once the contract is concluded, it will face high viewing fees for life.

Based on the idea that you will lose if you pay first, most Japanese people stay away from it and avoid it.

Toll collectors came into being.

Wearing neat suits and handsome hairstyles, they visit door-to-door every day. With their three-inch tongues, they take the trouble to explain to you "citizen's obligations", "laws" and so on, just to make you Be honest and sign contracts and pay fees.

As the saying goes, it's not the trio and the wraith that are scary, but the doorbell of the toll collector.

"Let him go back today, and let Uncle Keigo handle it..."

Fujiwara Takumi walked to the door, ready to get rid of the toll collector and go to bed.

He didn't care about the money, he was just too sleepy and thought it was time-consuming to sign contracts.

Just as he was about to open the door, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly and he looked at his feet.

A trace of black air is drifting from the crack of the door directly below, towards the house.

He carefully put his eyes on the cat's eye...

Across the door, the man who was standing motionless, as if waiting for his response, raised his head as if sensing.

With a pale face with bruises, white eyes, and a distorted smile, he looked towards the cat's eyes.

Through the cat's eyes, it can be seen that the man's whole body is filled with strong resentment.

Wraith.

Looking at each other's silent eyes, Fujiwara Takumi's calf softened, he fell to the floor with his buttocks, and kept retreating towards the back...

"Yes... yes, I am a priest after all... yes, talisman... talisman..."

Takumi Fujiwara, who was trying to calm himself, stood up tremblingly, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and concentrated his whole body of spiritual power towards the door.

"seal up".

Onmyoji, door seal.

The door symbolizes the boundary, and the door strengthened by this art can prevent the entry of evil spirits.

A faint golden chrysanthemum-patterned spiritual energy poured out from his palm and spread upward toward the gate...

Then, it dissipated.

Casting failed.

Then, holding his breath, he tried again.

The spiritual power in the palm surged and dissipated again.

"porphyr".

Due to too much force, I accidentally expelled the gas in my abdomen.

"It's better to call and have someone from the family take care of it..."

Seeing that the man at the door was silent for a while, Fujiwara Takumi quickly took out his phone and dialed Uncle Keigo's number.

After failing to continuously cast spells, he had no intention of trying again.

After all, the last time I practiced this pose was eight years ago.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Uncle Guiwu, I have an evil spirit here that interferes with my practice, you need someone to 'clean' it..."

"Sir, smartphones are also devices that can watch TV programs, so please make a contract with me..."

What came out on the phone was the gloomy voice of the man outside the door.

Frightened, Fujiwara Takukai directly dropped the phone in his hand.

"...I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Suddenly remembering something, he immediately ran towards the computer.

Open the 2CH forum and quickly search for the "" keyword in it.

After the people in Lesson 9 left yesterday, he immediately checked the Internet about the various strange and resentful things they described in Tokyo, and vaguely remembered seeing similar content.

"The grievance of the toll collector! Never make a contract..."

"Man was gutted in a rental house, leaving a suicide note claiming to have met a toll collector"

Posts like this appeared before his eyes.

"Yes, this is it."

According to the description in the post, the resentful spirit of the toll collector will respectfully wait outside the door for the owner's response like a normal toll collector; however, before the owner agrees to pay the fee, he will use the unique method of the resentful spirit endlessly. get entangled...

However, once the owner agrees to "contract" and "pay", what he has to pay is more than just a small sum of money.

"This guy actually exists..."

Before Fujiwara Takumi stabilized his emotions, the computer screen in front of him also turned into the same picture as the video doorbell.

In the dimly lit corridor, the man's pale face was attached to the camera, occupying the entire screen.

"Mr. Fujiwara, now computers and car tablets are also devices that can watch TV stations. Please fulfill your obligations."

The man kept a grinning expression, and his flattering and respectful words were passed into Fujiwara Takukai's ears like a life-threatening spell.

Turning around, the TV in the living room quietly turned on at some point, playing the same picture~www.readwn.com~ Several pale faces, looking at Fujiwara Takumi through the screen, showed a smile but not a smile. expression.

"Cold... Calm... As long as he ignores him and doesn't sign a contract with him, he should have nothing to do with me."

Fujiwara Takumi took out the remote control and found that the TV could not be turned off.

He tried to calm down and clear his mind.

Just stay up until Uncle Keigo comes to deliver lunch...

Worse.

Uncle Keiwu is already old, and he is an ordinary person with only weak inspiration. If he is forcibly "charged" by this thing...

"No, we have to figure out a way quickly."

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