I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Shortly after moving into the apartment, Oishi Kenta's daughter Oishi Norika died of illness, and his wife Oishi Saori committed suicide. After that, Oishi Kenta, who received a large insurance payout, lived a life that could not be delivered to her home. Except for the supplies, he will hardly leave the apartment... Before the files in this apartment were put on hold, the investigators also came to communicate with him to understand the situation, but because his mental state was too unstable and he refused to communicate, he did not get any useful information. information."

The Toyota sedan quietly drove into the open-air parking lot below the Zangqian apartment.

Standing downstairs in the apartment building, Tokimoto Ichiro held a gossip compass in his hand and turned around the apartment building.

On the pale exterior wall of the apartment, not a single window was lit, and it was as silent as ever.

In the sight of Mochizuki Ayano's left eye, this is just an ordinary apartment, nothing special.

"This place is really weird everywhere. This is obviously the feng shui pattern of a high house and Qiao Shengsha, and there has been a murder case. It is reasonable to say that grievances within ten miles will slowly gather here. But from the outside, it seems that But I can't feel any resentment."

When he was young, Tokimoto Ichiro once worshipped the great master of the Taoist sect of Longguo, and was very good at feng shui and rune, and he immediately saw the clue.

"Teacher Shiben, is there a way to break it?"

The reason why Mochizuki Ayano proposed to visit the former apartment at night before the official action is because Ichiro Tokimoto, who is experienced, can see some possible connections between this place and Kazukichi.

Is it a coincidence or is there an inevitable reason, which led to the activities of the girl in this area as the center.

"The art of feng shui is extensive and profound, and this old man can only say that he has a little understanding. The feng shui pattern here is not something that can be achieved by human beings, and it is still unknown how much it has to do with strange activities... If you insist on changing, I am afraid that the surrounding houses will have to be changed. Take it all down."

Hearing Tokimoto Ichiro's words, Mochizuki Ayano and Iwata Takeshi looked at each other with a wry smile.

With the current land price in Tokyo, it is an astronomical figure to buy and tear it down. There is no legitimate reason for fear...

"Go in and have a look..."

Five minutes later, Tokimoto Ichiro seemed to have completed the survey, and walked into the apartment door with a cautious face.

As soon as they entered the door, the three felt the temperature dropped suddenly.

Mochizuki Ayano was wearing a black coat, but she also felt a little cold.

Walking to the elevator, Tokimoto Ichiro stopped when he looked at the dark corridor that was reflected in green by the emergency lights.

"Toshimoto-sensei, what's wrong?"

Mochizuki Ayano and Iwata Takego were on either side of him, and when they saw him stop, they couldn't help turning their heads to look at him.

Tokimoto Ichiro looked down at the gossip compass in his hand, his forehead was covered in fine sweat at some point.

The pointer in the center of the compass, at this moment, was like an electric fan, turning frantically, obviously it had failed.

"It turned out to be the trend of 'Yangzhai Wuxu'... The design of this apartment in front of Tibet is matched with the surrounding feng shui terrain, and all the grievances gathered will be gathered in this apartment. This place can't be called Yangzhai at all, it's just for the deceased to live in. The tomb, even if an ordinary 'spirit' stays here for a while, it will quickly become a resentful spirit."

Hearing Tokimoto Ichiro's words, Mochizuki Ayano's heart also sank.

Although she didn't understand the mysterious Feng Shui technique of the dragon country, she could naturally hear the degree of uncertainty represented by the latter sentence.

"But... there is no trace of resentment observed in this apartment. Could it be swallowed by some existence in the apartment?"

Putting away the useless compass, Tokimoto Ichiro vigilantly squeezed two talismans between his fingers, and continued to walk down the corridor.

And Takeshi Iwata, who was wearing spirit detection goggles, also took out two silver pistols from his tactical belt filled with various equipment, and was on guard at the back.

"This is……"

Stepping into the corridor, Mochizuki Ayano's face suddenly turned pale.

"What did you see?"

Tokimoto Ichiro immediately asked aloud.

He knew that Mochizuki Ayano's left eye was special and could see more than ordinary spirit slayers and spirit detection equipment.

"Footprints...handprints...covered the floors and walls of the corridor. The number cannot be counted, at least more than a thousand...here, there were indeed a lot of resentful spirits."

In Mochizuki Ayano's line of sight, dense blood-red footprints and handprints were scattered all over the corridor, and the deeper the corridor, the denser it became.

These footprints and handprints represent the traces of the spiritual body's activities, and they are the traces that only she can see.

The traces she can see in her left eye can be traced back to five years ago at the earliest, according to the preservation of the scene.

Therefore, the traces of these spiritual bodies may also have been accumulated before.

The three continued to slowly move towards the corridor.

A faint sound came from the depths of the corridor.

"Hu... hu... uh..."

This unknown voice, as if there was some kind of existence breathing heavily, mixed with a sharp and painful low-pitched roar.

It was as if countless resentful spirits gathered together to mourn.

"Be careful, there may be resentful spirits."

Takeshi Iwata immediately pulled off the safety of both guns in his hand, and Ichiro Tokimoto also secretly squeezed the triangular talisman paper between his fingers.

As the three approached the end of the corridor, the blood-colored hand and footprints became more and more dense, and the strange sound became clearer.

A large number of footprints and handprints stopped at the door of room 102, and it seemed that a large number of spiritual bodies had gathered here.

That strange sound also came from room 102.

"This is a one-bedroom suite rented by a resident named Sousuke Araki."

"This guy, there really is a problem. Could it be that he has been possessed by a resentful spirit? But why can't I see it at all?"

Hearing Takeshi Iwata say that, Mochizuki Ayano showed an expression of "As expected."

Iwata took courage and listened to the door for a while, his face a little embarrassed: "The guy is sleeping, this sound...is his snoring and the action movie that is playing...I guess it's okay to watch him fall asleep. ."

Mochizuki Ayano listened carefully, and the voice was indeed snoring mixed with some inappropriate voices for children, but in this dark environment, it seemed particularly permeable.

This hateful, wretched and lecherous guy, if you can see the footprints in front of the door, let's see if you can sleep so soundly.

What she didn't know was that after returning from Kamakura, for some reason~www.NovelMTL.com~ Sousuke Araki was very sleepy.

He relied on that bag of snake meat for a living. He ate and studied, studied and slept, woke up and ate again. He hadn't gone out for two days.

After the three of them probed the first floor, it was consistent with the previous probe records of the members of the ninth class. Except for those hand and foot prints that Mochizuki Ayano could only see, no abnormality was found.

Turning back and walking back to the elevator at the gate, Takeshi Iwata carefully pressed the elevator button.

"Ding", the elevator door opened in response.

Looking at the inside of the elevator, Mochizuki Ayano said with a pale face, "Take the stairs."

In her eyes, the inside of the elevator has been dyed red by the dense footprints of hands and feet.

The three walked up the fire stairs outside the apartment to the second floor.

On the uninhabited second floor, in the hallway where the moonlight can't even shine in, you can hear the sound of a needle falling quietly.

Tokimoto Ichiro glanced at Mochizuki Ayano.

He nodded in the opposite direction.

This means that there are also traces of a large number of spiritual bodies on the second floor.

After walking around the corridor on the second floor, the three of them still didn't find any abnormality.

Then, the same thing happened on the third, fourth, and fifth floors.

The three stopped by the iron gate leading to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

Takeshi Iwata pushed the iron door hard, but he didn't move.

"It seems to be to prevent the resident from going to the roof. The whole steel plate was welded to death, and there were no interlocking holes... Do you want to call the blasting team over?"

"No... You can't scare the snake... I always feel that, whether it's the apartment in front of hiding, or the weirdness that has been active recently, there seems to be some connection behind it. There's no need to act rashly until it's clear."

Mochizuki Ayano shook her head.

"Let the drone carry a spirit detection probe to see from above."