"Mr. Fujiwara, according to the Broadcasting Act, every resident who has access to NHK TV equipment is obligated to pay a fee."

"Mr. Fujiwara, everyone has paid the fee, and if you don't pay, it will be unfair to those who have already paid."

"Mr. Fujiwara......"

In the house, mobile phones, TVs, doorbells, tablets, computers, ...... Even the screen of the SWITCH changed to the pale face of the man behind the door, and he kept telling Takumi Fujiwara "a thousand reasons to pay NHK".

"Shut up, I lost the TV, computer, mobile phone, tablet, all of them, okay......"

Takumi Fujiwara, who was about to be driven crazy by countless eyes and whispers in his ears, roared loudly.

"Mr. Fujiwara, as long as you have used the above equipment to watch NHK TV at home, you are obligated to conclude a contract with NHK according to the regulations."

"Hurry up...... There is no solution at all, ahhh......h

Being stared at by the man through several screens, a powerful resentment slowly eroded Takumi Fujiwara's consciousness......

"Just open the door and ask the toll collector to come in and sign an agreement of more than 1,000 yen a month to shut him up and leave......"

In the midst of extreme fear, such thoughts kept coming to my mind.

Just when Takumi Fujiwara was in a daze and was about to step forward to open the door.

"Takumi, are you up? I brought you breakfast at the convenience store. ”

With the sound of the elevator door opening, a man's flattering words rang out outside the door.

"Huh? Who are you? ”

The man outside the door seemed to see the "NHK toll collector" blocking the door, and asked with some confusion.

"Hello Mr. Araki, I'm an employee of NHK TV, and since you don't have a contract with NHK, I happened to meet you here, so I would like you to pay for the use of NHK TV."

"Is NHK TV, why do you know my name, am I already on Nhk's blacklist......"

Faced with the NHK toll collector's questioning, the man outside the door seemed unexpectedly calm and skillful.

"So, please tell me the name of your company and show me your identification......

"This ......"

The NHK toll collector didn't seem to expect the other party to ask such a question, and didn't speak for a while.

"Oops, it's Sousuke's idiot...... If you provoke this spirit......"

Fujiwara Takumi hesitated for a moment, then decisively pushed the door open, blowing up a brilliant chrysanthemum spiritual power.

After all, no matter how humble your cultivation is, you can't just watch your only friend in front of you......

"Click".

Outside the door, Sousuke Araki was frowning, glaring, and with a terrifying expression on his face, he was holding the NHK toll collector's shoulder.

And the NHK toll collector in his arms, full of resentment long gone, is shining with holy light, and is listening respectfully with his hands folded.

"You see, I'd love to make a contract with NHK. However, isn't it strange that you don't have proof of identity and come to your door to collect fees? Please go back today, and I'll go to NHK TV to conclude the contract myself......"

Saying this, Sousuke Araki pushed the other party, who seemed to want to say something, into the elevator.

"Oh, Takumi, it's really bad luck to encounter an NHK toll collector blocking the door early in the morning, right? Don't worry, brother, I have been entangled with them for four or five years, and I have a lot of experience in struggle...... Those guys are outsourcing companies, and even if I give me a job certificate, I will refuse on the grounds that the company name does not have the word NHK......"

Turning his head, he saw Takumi Fujiwara, who had rushed out of the door and remained stiff in place in his casting posture, Sosuke Araki said with a grin.

"You...... You guy...... How to ......"

The scene just now was still deeply imprinted in Takumi Fujiwara's chaotic mind.

Although he hadn't seen it before, the phenomenon on that resentful spirit was very similar to the legendary "Buddhahood".

How could such a difficult resentful spirit be so intimidated that he would become a Buddha in the blink of an eye?

"Why am I here, right? It's a coincidence, just before the end of the order sent here, specially bought you breakfast, there are fried chicken, croquettes and yogurt, all fresh expired...... After eating, change the game card and go back to sleep......"

Sosuke Araki said as he pushed Takumi Fujiwara, who was in a daze, into the house.

……

"You guy, don't you really know what you just did?"

At the dinner table, looking at Sousuke Araki, who was gulping down croquettes, Takumi Fujiwara, who was "the rest of his life", asked tentatively.

He didn't have time to complain about the fact that this guy came over to change the game cartridge.

"Oh, it's just that I got the NHK toll collector for you, don't worry, you just can't be too polite to these guys......"

"It's not...... What I'm talking about is, this ...... Can you see it? ”

After carefully considering the lines, Fujiwara Takumi tentatively condensed the golden chrysanthemum spiritual power in his palm and stretched it out in front of the other party's eyes.

"What? If you want to eat, take it yourself, young master. ”

Sousuke Araki chewed on the crispy croquettes and curiously placed a piece of fried chicken in the palm of the other's spread hand.

"Is it really invisible? So, have you ever heard of things like resentful spirits and Buddhahood? ”

"Wraiths? Early in the morning, you don't have to tell ghost stories, but my brother is an atheist. ”

Seeing that his friend's expression didn't seem to be fake, Takumi Fujiwara held his chin and thought hard.

"Atheist? I see, you really don't know what just happened, do you......"

As if grasping the key, Takumi Fujiwara looked at Sosuke Araki, who was eating croquettes and fried chicken, and muttered to himself.

After knowing each other for a while, he also knows Sousuke Araki's personality and situation.

I have never perceived any spiritual power in the other person.

The other party must really know that he has the ability to remove spirits, and he doesn't have to come to rub rice, game consoles and cassettes often, and he still does the hard work of delivering food.

There is no spiritual power, you can't see spiritual power, but you can see resentful spirits, and you can get rid of spirits......

The only answer is the power of bloodline.

Could it be that this guy has some kind of half-demon bloodline and accidentally awakened some kind of soul removal ability, but he didn't turn on his inspiration?

"Hah...... Hahahaha...... Thou art honey, thy arsenic. This is something that can slap those old antiques hard......"

Turning his face away, he looked out the window at the morning sun, his face flushed and showed a sickly smile.

It seems to be thinking about the most interesting thing in life.

……

The sun was greeted by the morning glow, revealing a red face.

Suddenly, ten thousand golden rays of light pierced through the treetops, staining the dwarf apartment with a layer of carmine.

In the apartment, Kobo sat on the toilet and recited the scriptures with his eyes closed and his knees crossed.

At his feet, a box of mineral water brought from the convenience store was empty.

More than a dozen figures made of stumps knelt reverently in front of him, chanting Buddhist scriptures synchronously with him, and the resentment on their bodies continued to dissipate in the rising daylight.

The agent in the car yawned and reported to the command: "Unite the five groups, and the spirit removal is complete...... What, the other groups have already gone home and gone to sleep? ”

"Very good, in this joint operation, the Soul Destroyer Association has sent quite powerful Spirit Killers......

In the command room of Lesson 9, Ayano Mochizuki and Takeshi Iwata were reviewing the reports and video materials that the information team had stayed up all night to review.

Several senior soul slayers, experienced and skillful, are far from comparable to the detectives of the ninth class on the spot.

One of the most surprising is the shrine maiden of the Kotoriyu clan at Akagi Shrine and the Abe Temple of the Abe family.

These two people actually showed the ability to independently exorcise level [II] and gather resentful spirits.

Kobo Daishi's method of removing spirits is too robust and takes a little longer, but it is also quite reliable.

As for Kengo Yamada, a close disciple of Mr. Tokimoto, apart from showing an indescribable attraction to the spirits and taking a few minutes to kill a spirit that was not too strong in frontal combat, he spent most of his time lost in the sewers and couldn't see the depth for the time being.

The screen replays the moment when the bird Yuzhen shot that amazing arrow.

It was taken by the action recorder on the chest of the fallen detective, although the light was dark, the angle was crooked, and it was impossible to shoot spiritual power and resentful spirits, but he could still feel the powerful aura of the little bird Yuzhen Bow holding a bow and arrows in the dark.

"It's a pity that the footage of Abeji fighting the resentful spirit was not obtained...... However, according to his own later account, after the wraith escaped with his wounds, it was killed by a master on a motorcycle, wearing a ghost-faced helmet......"

Takeshi Iwata sighed from the sidelines.

Because it involves the secrets of the Abe family's practice, Abeji is reluctant to reveal too many details.

Lesson 9 can only be speculated from his vague few words.

After the incident in the Hell Apartment, the "Ghost Rider" reappeared and assisted the joint operation in disguise.

"Chief, do you want to find a way to further confirm the identity of that rider?"

Takeshi Iwata asked Ayano Mochizuki.

"No need, I already know the true identity of that person, just let him move freely."

Mochizuki Ayano shook her head and smiled slightly.

Takumi Fujiwara, you really couldn't help it, and you shot as a Ghost Mask Rider.

Deliberately picking Abe-ji Temple to compete with this fellow leader of the younger generation?

"It's worthy of being the section chief, but it's already ......"

Hearing Mochizuki Ayano say that, Iwata Takeshi suddenly felt that the section leader in front of him was becoming more and more unfathomable.

"Review the run-in action, and readjust the configuration of each team according to the action mode of different soul slayers, so as to maximize the strengths of the spirit slayer and make up for the shortcomings."

After quickly browsing through a large amount of information, Mochizuki Ayano began to make an adjustment plan again.

"Section Chief, I just observed that IMB700 updated a message in the middle of the night."

An agent took a tablet and handed it to Ayano Mochizuki, and it was the post about "Rashomon".

"Rashomon...... Gates of Hell? 'The New Emperor'......"

Looking at the information in front of her, Mochizuki Ayano fell into deep thought.

"It's impossible for the IBM700 to do something meaningless, and immediately gather relevant information based on the content of this post. If this so-called 'Gate of Hell' really exists, I'm going to be the first to know where it is! ”