It's always been an accommodation house, and Sosuke Araki, who came out to rent a room to live alone for the first time, discovered a painful truth.

To throw away garbage, you have to join the town meeting first.

The town council, an existence that Sosuke Araki had never heard of in the news, was a traditional neighborhood self-governing organization that was responsible for such trivial matters as maintaining the neighborhood environment and organizing cultural exchanges among residents.

After joining the club, not only do you have to pay a membership fee of about 1,000 yen per month, but you also regularly participate in meaningful activities such as picking up garbage and reading books with your grandparents.

Sousuke Araki, who was troublesome and had no money, naturally refused to join.

Then he found out that the garbage drop point near the house was actually maintained and controlled by the town council.

Those who did not join the association used to throw out garbage, although they would not be rejected, but because they did not pay the membership fee, they would be attacked by grandpa and grandma with contempt every time.

Moreover, the time for garbage disposal is limited to 6 to 8 o'clock in the morning, which is tantamount to a forbidden time for Sousuke Araki, who works at night for a long time.

Therefore, he was forced to go out in the middle of the night to commit "criminal acts".

Just when Sosuke Araki felt sorry for himself, Fumiya and Shota, who were out of breath, also sat back in the car and stared at him viciously.

"This guy is basically the scum at the bottom of society, I'll report it tomorrow......"

Shota grumbled dissatisfiedly.

This guy ran so far in the middle of the night, just to illegally put out garbage, causing the two of them to sweat all over their bodies, and they were still panting slightly in the car at the moment.

At this moment, someone gently knocked on the window of the driver's seat where Wengu was.

It is a woman wearing a red jacket and a white skirt, with a good figure and a mask.

"Residents in the neighborhood? Disturbing others? ”

He was busy panting just now, and Wen Gu didn't have time to take off the spirit detection glasses on his face.

Just glancing, his hand, which was about to press the window, hovered in mid-air.

"Senior, what's wrong, I'll go down and explain it to her, right?"

Just as Shota was about to get out of the car to explain to the woman that he wasn't a suspicious person to avoid attracting the target's attention, Fumiya grabbed his hand stiffly.

At the same time, Wengu's thumb gently scratched the back of his hand.

What's wrong with senior, does he have that kind of hobby? Shall I refuse......

Shota looked back in a cranky way and found that Fumiya's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He reacted immediately, and the seemingly interested tapping on the back of his hand was the Morse code.

The repetitive rhythm converged into three words in his heart.

Rip Girl.

The existence of the Strange Rank II.

Unlike resentful spirits, which are born after death, weirdness is a powerful existence that is born by absorbing people's hearts with the obsession of "believing in existence" and "appropriating", and using resentment as an energetic activity.

Wraiths act on distorted minds, while Weird has its own relatively mechanical rules of action.

However, within the rules of its actions, weirdness is an extremely powerful existence.

Ordinary people who are not familiar with the rules of their actions are difficult to resist, and even elite agents who know how to break the rules need to have the ability to actually implement them to break the game.

Moreover, theoretically, as long as the power of "believing" and "acknowledging" in people's hearts is not extinguished, it is extremely difficult to eliminate the weird, and even if it is destroyed, there is the possibility of rebirth.

Therefore, the ninth lesson for weirdness is to avoid head-on confrontation until the rules are figured out, and at the same time use sealing as the main means.

The antique-level weirdness of the rift girl,For some reason, in the past year or so,Cases have begun to appear all over Tokyo one after another.。

The legend of "Rift Girl" originated in Japan in the 80s, and then spread like a virus on most campuses.

The rip woman is a woman with long hair and a mask who asks people she meets, "Am I pretty?" "Such a question.

If the answer is beautiful, she will remove the mask, revealing the bloody mouth that is cracked to the base of the ear and ask the other person again.

If the answer is not pretty, she will take out scissors and cut the other person's mouth to be as "pretty" as she is.

On the 2CH forum, there has been a heated discussion about how to answer the question of the rift girl, and there are hundreds of versions.

However, the thick stack of files stored inside Lesson 9 brutally proves that for decades, no matter how people answer, most of them will inevitably be cut apart.

Putting on the spectacle on his forehead, Shota looked at the woman again.

Resentment is in the glasses, in the form of wisps of black gas, the more resentment exists, the more powerful it is.

Ordinary resentful spirits are often only surrounded by a few wisps of black qi.

And at this moment, the black gas that was so thick that it could not be dissolved was lingering around the woman.

Shota immediately subconsciously touched the weapon on his waist.

"The other party has no signs of further action, and the other party must not be provoked. The highest recorded speed of the Rift Girl is 30 m/s, beyond which we still have a chance of surviving...... Buckle up. ”

Wenya quickly gave him such an order, then rolled down the window, revealing the Japanese uncle's trademark honest smile: "Is there anything I can help you with?" ”

Perhaps because the car window was short after all, the woman bowed slightly, stroked her hair, revealing a trace of the furrow on her chest, and asked the two of them very amorously: "I...... Is it pretty? ”

It's like just a street girl in the red light district who picks up a street girl on the side of the road.

Here it is, the rules of action of the rip girl, the question that has no right answer!

Hearing this proposition, the air in the car instantly froze.

Shota's expression was stiff at the moment, and he didn't dare to come out, and he admired the seniors who could still squeeze out a smile.

Wen Gu pinched the handbrake with sweaty palms, took a deep breath, and replied indiscriminately: "It's very ...... The whole is pretty but the details are not pretty......"

Hearing this answer, the woman paused for a moment, then gently brushed her hair and slowly unfastened her mask.

Sure enough, no matter how you answer, the other party will always follow the "process".

"Then you see me ...... like this"

Just when Shota had already vaguely seen the mottled dark red blood scab at the base of the other party's ear, Wengu slammed down the accelerator fiercely......

With the roar of the engine, the entire Toyota car "catapulted" out of the parking lot like a wild horse, and disappeared into the quiet alley in an instant with a scorched black exhaust.

The rift girl who stayed in place, at some point, had a huge pair of black scissors in her hand, and began to step in the direction of the two of them.

At this moment, a flirtatious voice from a certain man interrupted her movements: "Ahra, isn't this Miss Sawada?" Just got off work? Do you want to drink milk? ”

Sousuke Araki, dressed in flip-flops, shorts, and a T-shirt, walked towards her with a friendly smile on his face and milk in his hand.

Sousuke Araki was attracted by the roar of the huge engine.

As a lover of rampage, he also subconsciously praised the other party's superb starting skills through the roar.

Then, when he turned his head, he found Miss Sawada standing in the middle of the parking lot.

Before he could approach him cheekily, Miss Sawada bowed to him very gracefully and walked back to the apartment.

"Eh, were you scared away by me again? Damn, the ...... who should go out in long sleeves"

Looking down at his bare arms and calves covered in runes of unknown significance, a frustrated Sousuke Araki accidentally popped the carton of milk in his hand, and white liquid spurted out.

In other words, Miss Sawada, who has a black car pick-up and drop-off and always comes back late at night, is engaged in a profession such as "telephone calling".

I don't know, the neighbors have discounts.