I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

"Everyone, turn to page 64. Today we will..."

At Homi High School, the teacher 'Madozhu' is reading a familiar textbook.

The students below were either distracted or playing with their mobile phones openly. Only a few of them listened carefully and took notes. Everyone was accustomed to this.

Although the average admission rate of Tokyo high schools is 69.6%, the admission rate of private high schools is 98%, and most of the descendants of the elite class of the island country are concentrated; as an "average" public school, the situation can be imagined.

It's quite a "Kobe and I scored 83 points together" attitude.

While reading the book, Teacher Yuanzhu glanced at the row behind the window.

Akira Yu, who was supposed to be a 'good student', seems to be very absent-minded recently?

Yes, his parents passed away, he was suspected of being bullied, and he was interviewed by the police. Even an adult cannot withstand such repeated attacks. I hope he can cheer up.

While the teacher was in class, this thought flashed through his mind.

However, the real situation is——

Akira Yuu is not immersed in 'melancholy', but is controlling the paper clone to practice ninjutsu.

———

"Ah mom, it's me."

Banqiao District, in a ‘one-family building’ built in the 1980s,

A somewhat hoarse voice came from the phone placed on the round embroidered tablecloth of the last century.

"Huh? Something's wrong with your voice? Maybe it's because your throat is uncomfortable."

The words of the middle-aged man on the other side of the phone,

With a bit of shame and anxiety.

"It's like this. I stole the company's money. The prosecutor's office will come down tomorrow. If I can't pay back the money before then, I will be fired."

"Not much, not much. Can you prepare 2 million for me?"

"Okay, Mom, I'll pay you back!"

"Well, I'll ask my subordinate to come and get it. Please give it to him."

Before long,

There was a knock on the door outside.

"excuse me,"

The old-fashioned wooden door was pushed open, and a young man in a suit and tie, with a side-parted comb, exuding the aura of a 'social animal', stood outside the door with a smile.

"You are Inoue-senpai's mother, right?"

"Yes, I came here just for 'that thing'."

After listening to what the young man said, an elderly, stooped old lady in the room shook her head and took out an envelope.

2 million yen is not too much, but it is not too little either! But for the sake of her son's future, the old lady with white hair and thin cheeks took it out without hesitation and handed it to the other party. At the same time, she couldn't help but ask.

"My son, how are you?"

In response to the old lady's inquiry, the visitor just bowed and nodded, saying words that were already familiar to him.

"Yes, don't worry, I will definitely give it to senior."

The envelopes are exchanged between two hands, one is ruddy and strong when young, and the other is dry and wrinkled when old.

"goodbye."

After receiving the money, the young man nodded with a smile and thoughtfully closed the door for the other party.

What a lie!

The young man who turned around had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

The AI-synthesized voice is so fake that it can easily look up a person's detailed information on social networks.

With just a few words, you can simply get money from these old men and women.

Easier than selling Ai~~

"What I am here to do is help the country make 'pensions' mobile."

Maybe it won't be long before I can become a cadre in the organization, or even become a master?

While laughing and muttering to himself, the young man pushed open the courtyard door and bumped into an old man walking his dog.

"Woof woof woof~~!!"

The Shar-Pei led by the uncle roared at the young man, startling him.

"Ah, sorry."

Pulling the reins in his hand, the elderly man spoke apologetically.

"Maybe you just came out of Inoue's house, and my dog ​​thought you were a thief."

"Ah, how come."

The young man holding the briefcase quickly waved his hands in denial. Although he was not a thief, he was not a visible profession either.

"I know, you are a salesman."

"But it's completely useless to go to Inoue's house to sell."

?

"why is that?"

Having just made a fortune, the young man in a suit didn't mind chatting with the old man.

"Hey, because Mrs. Inoue has died without a chance."

"Death without a chance?!"

The young man in a suit was stunned.

The so-called ‘death without a chance’ is a natural phenomenon in the island country.

In short, with the aging of the population and the impact of declining birthrate. A large number of elderly people have no one to take care of them, and no one even notices when they die at home. Often, only when community workers come to the door do they find decomposed or dissolving bodies.

Old people who have almost no social interaction are privately called "no fate"; and then old people who die in this situation are called "death without fate".

"Why,"

The dog walker is quite talkative and has a strong body.

"Mrs. Inoue's husband died long ago, and her only son works outside and doesn't come home."

"She was relatively withdrawn. When she was found last month, her body had already begun to dissolve. It was really pitiful."

? ? ! !

“Woof woof woof~~~”

The Shar Pei at his feet kept growling at the young man with the briefcase, interrupting the old man's words.

"It seems that Arashimaru must have smelled your scent, so he took his leave."

After saying that, the old man took his pet dog and left.

The middle-aged man who was standing there in a daze had a gloomy face.

"Weird man,"

"I just got the money from Mrs. Inoue, and she said she died last month?"

Although he said that, the middle-aged man still felt uneasy. He simply opened his briefcase and took out the envelope filled with 10,000 yuan in banknotes

? !

There was no money in the envelope, it was empty!

It was as dry and flat as the old lady's hand.

A chill ran down his spine into his forehead, causing the young man to sway.

Impossible!

How could it be. Clearly just now

He suddenly turned his head, his sight passed over the wall, and what came into view was:

There was a rental advertisement on the wall saying "Recruitment of Tenants", and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see an empty room!

————

"Hoohoo~~"

He stumbled and ran to the park, took off his suit, and put his briefcase next to him.

The young man sat on the bench, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his 3:7 hairstyle was all stuck.

After taking out his mobile phone and reporting the situation to the "company", the other side responded quickly.

"Ah, indeed."

"Everyone who lived there is dead."

The "company" member in charge of intelligence laughed and said heartless words.

"Sorry, sorry, I made a mistake."

"But, but, I really received the money!"

The young man with an ugly face tightened his collar. Although the sun was shining above his head and he was sweating all over, he felt inexplicably cold.

"Although when I checked later, the money and the people were gone."

"Oh, so scary~~"

The "colleague" on the other side of the phone just answered perfunctorily,

"That's it, if there is a new job, I will notify you."

After that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

"What's going on?"

Putting down the phone, the young man's face became uglier.

Is he hallucinating?

Beep beep,

At this moment, the phone rang with an incoming call reminder.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was:

'Inoue'?

We are not in the right organization. Is there anyone with this surname in the company?

He swiped his thumb on the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello, hello."

"My son. Is he okay?"

An old voice sounded in his ear, and the young man stood up suddenly.

What is this? !

The voice of the old lady just now!

The young man pressed his thumb hard on the red hang-up button, and his pupils shrank violently as he broke out in a cold sweat.

Impossible, impossible, this world. What matters is science!

Let's stop here today.

The young man, who was in a state of confusion, picked up his suit and briefcase and went to his apartment.

Hmm?

When he arrived in front of his apartment, there was a letter stuck on the door?

Picking up the envelope, the young man was stunned when he glanced at the name of the sender on it.

Inoue——

Tear, tear, tear,

Endless terror came, and he subconsciously tore the envelope into pieces.

The young man quickly took out the key and opened the door. He rushed into the apartment. The familiar environment gave him a sense of security. He leaned against the door and gasped.

Ghost?

Evil spirit?

What else.

Ding Dong,

The doorbell rang suddenly in his ears,

causing the young man, who was already in a state of panic, to tremble all over and his eyes drifted to the side.

On the doorbell monitor, a hunched figure appeared and disappeared, and the words were repeated.

"My son. Is he okay?"

Bang!

Rushed to the kitchen,

took out a hammer and hit the doorbell monitor heavily.

Before the young man could catch his breath, the landline in the living room rang automatically:

"My son. Is he okay?"

He rushed over to pull out the phone line, but the old questioning voice continued to ring outside the door, just like the other party's murmur when he handed over the money.

"My son. Is he okay?"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Please, let me go--!!"

Edogawa-ku,

as one of the three lowest-income areas in Tokyo,

is a complete "countryside" in the eyes of Tokyoites, just like Adachi-ku and Itabashi-ku.

If someone asks you which district you are from, answer these places. Even the Japanese with excellent expression management, although their facial expressions do not change, can't help but complain in their hearts: What kind of townies dare to claim to live in Tokyo?

The residents living here can only praise the fresh air and beautiful scenery~~

In a "single-family house" also built in the 1980s, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair and a cigarette is watching TV.

Ding ding ding,

The mobile landline rang,

He picked up the phone, and the voice from the other side was:

"Son?"

"What are you doing? You haven't contacted your family. I'm worried about you!"

The middle-aged and elderly man put down the cigarette in his mouth with a familiar voice, and at the same time, the weak words on the other side also made him realize that something was wrong.

"What's wrong with your voice? You look bad?"

"Yeah, I'm sick."

A weak answer came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, forget about that. This is what I didn't tell you before."

"In fact, I was fired by the company a long time ago."

Living in Tokyo is not easy.

Countless young people from the island countries want to come to Tokyo to pursue their "dreams", and even locals are flocking to the "core six districts".

However, the 'Minato Ward' with the largest economy, the 'Chuo Ward' with big companies, the 'Chiyoda' where countless bureaucrats gather, and the 'Bunkyo Ward' with dense schools, or 'Shinjuku' and 'Shibuya' where there are places to eat, drink and have fun. . How can it be a place where ordinary people can afford it?

“Because I had no money, I got involved in fraud.”

Hearing his son's weak words, the middle-aged and elderly people stood up suddenly.

"Fraud?!"

"What are you doing, silly boy! How much have you been deceived?"

"You're damned for taking advantage of others' danger! If you need money, come to me to discuss it——"

"No, Dad."

The voice on the other end of the phone became weaker and weaker,

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t the one who was deceived, I was the one who defrauded.”

Commit!

The next second,

An old voice suddenly came from the phone.

"My son, how are you?"

? ? ?

"Hey, silly boy!"

"Are you okay? Answer me-"

The anxious voice of the distant father came from the hanging microphone. However, the young man who was hanging in the room with the phone cord wrapped around his neck had lost the strength to answer.