In the middle of the night, Miss Tazawa's "stepping" high-heeled footsteps were the prelude.

The quiet Kuramae apartment began to be lively as always.

In the corridors of all floors of the apartment, doors open one by one.

In each door, a gray and white figure with stiff movements walked out one after another.

These "people" of different dresses, appearances, and ages were pale, swollen, rotten, and had dried bloodstains, and they died in a variety of ways.

A short old man with twisted limbs and bones sticking out of his body.

A man in a white lab coat with the part above the neck missing.

A short, thin middle-aged man with his throat cut, and a tall middle-aged woman next to him who also had his throat cut.

Uncle Jidao with a wire wrapped around his neck.

A police officer with iron nails all over his body.

A gentle mature woman who can't see anything unusual on the outside.。

and, as if it had been exploded, turning into dozens of pieces of flesh, barely clumping together and wriggling.

Even in room 304, where Sousuke Araki had been, came a short-haired woman with a rotting and shriveled body, a long tongue sticking out, and purple strangulation marks on her neck.

They lined up in a very orderly manner and walked towards the stairwell.

Many "people" still hold an empty bottle of drink with post-it notes in their hands.

"Huh".

The only elevator in the apartment, which opened the empty elevator doors, started on the fifth floor and went down, floor by floor.

At each floor, there are gray figures, numb and orderly, entering the elevator with a strange smile on their faces.

Finally, the crowded and densely packed elevator opened its doors on the first floor.

Dozens of figures quietly lined up from the elevator and finally stopped in front of the door of room 102.

Several faint murmurs rang out in the hallway.

"Now...... Convene...... New Resident Welcome ......"

"Waste...... Mu Jun ...... It's your turn......"

At this moment, in the room diagonally opposite Sousuke Araki's room, a voice also sounded.

"Welcome party...... Ji Xiang...... To participate in ......"

It was a low, staccato voice from a little girl.

"Ji Xiang is obedient, don't go out too late...... Daddy is here, Daddy plays with you. ”

If Sosuke Araki were here, he would have been able to hear the voice of the strange uncle who liked to peek through the crack in the door.

The dense gray figure in the corridor rang the doorbell very politely.

Inside the house, on the wall of the entrance, the electronic doorbell display lit up with the sound of "zizi".

The screen was filled with several pale faces with stiff expressions and weird smiles.

It's a pity that Sousuke Araki at this time, with the help of alcohol and energy drinks, is immersed in sweet dreams and has no chance to appreciate it.

With a "squeak", the door lock of the room flicked slightly, and then it was blown open by a gust of wind.

"おevil demon します...... (Excuse me)"

"Hit ...... Disturb...... ......"

"Hit ...... Disturb...... ......"

Gray figures, very polite, slowly poured into the room.

Every figure stepping through the entrance will say the same thing.

After a while, Sosuke Araki's small apartment, from the entrance to the living room, was already crowded.

Packed in the truest sense of the word.

Because, even on the walls and ceilings, there are "people".

These dozens of men, women, and children with hideous and strange appearances were neatly and quietly surrounded two meters in front of him, with big bloodshot eyes, watching Sousuke Araki's "snoring performance".

"It's your turn...... You're ......."

"It's your turn...... You're ......."

With the words spoken in unison, everyone around Sosuke Araki showed a "warm" smile.

"Welcome party...... Start ......"

"Welcome...... Join ......"

Whispering softly, they enthusiastically swarmed up, and the figures like a sea of corpses drowned Sousuke Araki in layers.

In the center of the room, where Sosuke Araki had slept, the broken bodies of countless resentful spirits piled up, twisted and entangled, and squirmed with joy.

A constant white light lit up in the gaps between the gray figures......

On weekdays, the Kuramae apartment, which is bustling with activity at night, slowly begins to become quiet.

Sousuke Araki had a long dream.

In the dream, his good brother Ryoma invited him to the century-old Yoshihara bubble bath in Ichiban Street, Kabukicho, to "purify his body and mind".

The female technician who served him not only has excellent appearance and a hot body, but also has a very professional and superb massage technique.

She first let Sosuke Araki dive into the bathtub and hold his breath for a deep lung wash.

He was then put to sleep on an air cushion and given a "special treatment" to some of the key areas of his lower body with a massage ball.

Then, she continued to rub and wash every corner of his body with her bumpy and soft body, leaving nothing behind.

Not only is the massage just right, but the service time is also unusually long, so that his tired body is completely relaxed and full of energy.

At the end of the massage, just as Sosuke Araki, who was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself, took out his money and strongly asked for an additional hour of "special service package......

I woke up from a dream.

Sweet dreams are always shattered at the best of moments.

"This ...... My ......"

Sousuke Araki opened his eyes, and the familiar ceiling of his apartment was still in sight.

Perhaps because the massage effect in the dream continued to reality, Sousuke Araki only felt that his whole body was comfortable, his muscles and bones were sore, and even his strength seemed to be much greater.

The exact opposite of the energetic body after waking up is the empty mind that wakes up from a dream.

Just as he was desperately struggling to fall asleep and get back to his sweet dreams, he heard a "squeak, squeak" sound.

When he got up and looked at it, he was suddenly overwhelmed.

The door to the room was wide open, swaying in the breeze.

"Did you drink too much yesterday and didn't close the door properly? Or did a thief come in? ”

Sousuke Araki immediately stopped drowsing and became vigilant.

Rolling over, he closed the door first, and then looked around the room carefully.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that all kinds of study materials and household appliances were available.

Other than that, he didn't have anything worth stealing.

When I picked up my phone, it was already half past twelve at noon.

12 missed calls.

Among them, Kengo Yamada has 7 and Kotori Yumiko has 5.

"Isn't it, I shot too hard yesterday and put the little white face of Abe Temple in the hospital...... I've got a little bit of strength......"

Ignoring Kengo Yamada's call, Sosuke Araki immediately gave Yuma Kotori a bow back.

After all, they made an appointment to go together to "remove spirits" (cheat money).

After making an appointment with Kotori Yumayuki on the phone, and after meeting at the platform of the Shinjuku Odakyu Line, Sosuke Araki cleaned up a little and went out.

In the gloomy hallway, the door to Room 103 slowly opened a crack.

The uncle still had one eye on the crack of the door, quietly staring at Sosuke Araki, who was closing the door, and there seemed to be some surprise in his eyes.

"Oh, it's morning, uncle."

Faced with this infiltrating uncle who likes to stare at people in the crack of the door, Sousuke Araki said hello to the other party without care.

He grew up in a welfare home since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of strange people, although this uncle looks gloomy, but at least he is harmless, and he will not lose a piece of meat when he looks at it twice.

It wasn't until Sosuke Araki walked out of the apartment that the door to 103 closed.

"You really ...... Let's do it...... The first few ...... It's my turn......"

Inside the door, there was a soft murmur.

……………………

On the third day of testing the waters, the book ranked fifth in the visual inspection, and it was estimated that it was dangerous to qualify.

If you don't vote, I don't vote, when will Araki come out.

You have one vote, I have one vote, and Araki can still jump tomorrow.

If you don't do it, I won't do it, Araki will be knocked down immediately.

If you work hard, I work hard, and Araki will be able to produce miracles.