"Ah, may I ask what is the name? Horns ......"

"Is the word "pig" written in Jiemo?"

"Eh, isn't this bias, sorry ......"

In the huge basement, Sousuke Araki, with a pale face, was muttering something in pieces.

"What about the cause? Oh, the ape is so ......"

Around him, there were many gray and broken spirits, as motionless as if they had thought about the wall.

"I'm chicken, please don't describe it in such detail, you can skip the part where someone puts his hand in his throat...... Wait, please skip the encounter with the lower body!! ”

"The next one, is it Odajima-kun, fortunately I will be fortunate to ......"

"What, this house was built by his own hands? Being able to survive a tornado is enough to make you proud......"

With an emergency flashlight in his mouth, he could only inarticulate his questions about the spirits while he made notes in his notebook.

However, because the spirits opened their mouths but were silent, it looked like a psychopath talking to himself in the basement.

"What, it's been a long time since I've seen the sun? It just so happens that the sun is very warm today, so hurry up and go up and bask in the sun. ”

After each questioning of an entity, Sosuke Araki would ask the person to walk up the stairs, then come to the next spirit, reach out and pat the person on the shoulder, and begin to continue making "notes".

If it weren't for the reminder of the "Shen Zhejun" in the garage, he would never have imagined that there was a basement buried in mud under this small villa.

And in this basement where the resentment is condensed, there are more than a dozen earthbound spirits who have not moved for many years.

"Sure enough, the early bird has worms, and sacrificing sleep to help this guy move is worth the fare."

Standing behind him at the door of the basement was Mai Hanyu, who was holding a single-lens reflex to record "precious materials".

And above the staircase, there was a small bird Yujin bow with a sluggish face and a large scroll in his arms.

"Mr. Araki, I was able to understand the 'whispers of the dead'."

Listening to someone talking to herself, a look of excitement passed through the girl's eyes.

"What, you other 'soul slayers' can't communicate with the hidden energy field lifeforms?"

Mai Hanyu, who was at the other end of the stairs, asked curiously as she turned her camera to the top of the stairs.

In the shot, the blurred figures who step up the stairs and see the sunlight again are maintaining the posture of clasping their hands together, turning into points of light and dispersing.

The road of life, to the end, seems to be unable to escape this moment.

Dust to dust, dust to earth, and prosperity, but a handful of fine sand.

Those white points of crystalline light, as soon as they approached the huge scroll in the hand of the little bird Yu Zhen bow, they slowly merged into it like mist and water stained with a sponge.

That's right, this scroll is the "Taketori Picture Scroll", which was obtained from the Occult Research Institute last night and is said to be able to absorb soul dust.

Originally, this thing was taken back to the research laboratory by Hanyu Mai for preliminary identification, and when she heard that there was a groundbound spirit in the basement here, she immediately asked Atsumi Ludou to run around and take it to test whether it really had this property.

"The souls of resentful spirits are often so broken that they are left with strong attachments, and even if they become Buddhas, they cannot fully recover their memories and the logic of their language. Therefore, even if the spirit body takes the initiative to communicate, most of the spirit scavengers can only accept it, but it is only a broken word. ”

Looking blankly at the point of light in front of him, the little bird Yu Zhengong showed a thoughtful look.

Like Sousuke Araki, it is extremely rare to be able to easily have a logical, back-and-forth conversation with spirits, obtain a huge amount of information from their memories, and even be complained about by spirits.

In Shintoism, it is only possible to achieve this level of proficiency only for those who specialize in "speech and spirit," or those who possess a psychic constitution and are easily possessed by spirits.

"Whew, it's finally done......"

After the last spirit had walked up the stairs and dispersed in the sunlight, Sosuke Araki, covered in cobwebs and dust, followed Hanyu up the steep staircase with a blushing face and high spirits.

In the notebook in his hand, which had several pages written, he carefully recorded the names of these spirits, as well as what happened before the end of their lives, and where they occurred, and he was ready to ask the Soul Exterminator Association to hand them over to the Metropolitan Police Department, which might help end many headless cases and give comfort to the living relatives.

"Araki-senpai, we're almost done here."

Kengo Yamada, a man full of men and holding a broom, poked his head out of the living room.

After a few people dealt with the kung fu of the basement ground binding spirit, he and Erqian Ryoma and Atsukai Rito had already moved Sousuke Araki's luggage in, and the furniture and household appliances were also placed in the corresponding locations.

"Yo, thank you Kengo! I'll leave the rest of my personal belongings to myself......"

Sousuke Araki was like a gopher, sticking out half of his head from the cave and shouting thanks.

At the same time, Houhai Ludou struggled to hold a cardboard box and walked out of the living room.

"Araki-kun, I've always been concerned about what kind of household appliances are in this heavy and damned box since I moved before, ......"

"Laha ......"

Perhaps the things in the box were indeed too heavy, and the bottom of the weak recycling carton was deformed, and the "household appliances" in the box were accidentally rolled out.

A dusty, dirty black ancient warrior armor rolled violently across the chaotic lawn of the courtyard under the dull gaze of everyone......

"Uh...... Ahhh ”

Immediately, the armor rolled into the large hole in the courtyard with precision like an eagle ball swung by Tiger, and mercilessly smashed a certain "blonde gophle" back into its lair.

"Oh, this......"

Half a minute later, Sousuke Araki, who had crawled out of the cave like a dead man, squatted on the lawn and washed his head covered in dirt with the help of a water pipe in the courtyard......

"I remember picking it up a few months ago from a guy who failed to kick the gym, threw away his armor, and ran away......"

After recalling for a while, he dug into the dust in his ears and unconcernedly stated the fact of "picking up rags".

"I thought it might be some kind of antique, and I was going to sell it in a second-hand store for some money, but as soon as there were too many things recently, I was drowned in more and more magazines and completely forgotten."

"Ryoma before the second day: Bastard, so no matter how much you do, you still remember to buy magazines?"

What he didn't notice was that Kengo Yamada and Yuma Tori on the side had their expressions frozen on their faces.

"Kick...... Kicked out of the gym failed? ”

"Lost ...... Throw away your armor? ”

"Fall...... Flee? ”

How could the two people who almost died under the sword of the Ghost God Ping Shogun Menying Warrior forget the memories of despair and fear that the owner of this black samurai armor had brought to them......