Fuso Province, Tokyo, Toshima-ku.

In late autumn, at midnight, a lady with a good figure was standing under a street lamp.

He wears a red coat with waist-length hair, a woolen scarf tied around his neck, and a white mask on his face.

The mask is a bit special, it looks thicker than the one sold on the market, and it looks more like the kind that the surgeon wears in the operating room.

The faint blue light shone on the mask, and it was vaguely visible that the place that should have been a woman's white and tender cheeks had two terrible wounds. The wound was not sutured, slowly burrowing out from the edge of the mask until it reached the base of the ear.

Under the street lamp, you can even see the white teeth exposed under the wound, which is terrifying and weird.

The woman was laughing, tugging at the bloodshot wound.

It hurt to look at it, but she didn't really feel it. After all, she has been out of this world for many years.

Now she doesn't care too much.

It's just curious when the "lucky ones" will appear.

This way, she can take off the mask on her face that almost suffocates to death.

Then, pick up the scissors and perform a small operation on his cute face while watching the panic from the lucky one......

As she thought so, a strange cold wind suddenly blew behind her.

At first, she didn't care, still hooking the corners of her mouth crookedly.

But soon, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually solidified, and there was a chill in her back.

Not only that, but her body didn't know when it started to become very stiff, like a popsicle.

This is the first time she has felt this way since she was called an "urban legend".

It's not so much fear as panic.

air, increasingly oppressive; Behind it, it's getting colder and colder......

Who the hell is coming?

Negative?

Or a ghost?

The woman with the crack swallowed and foamed, feeling a little dry pain in her throat.

She knows very well that no matter whether the other party is a ghost or a ghost, it is not something that a small character like her can deal with.

People are swords, I am fish and meat, can I only be slaughtered by others?

She wanted to leave.

But right now, the damn body can't move at all.

Soon, she sensed that something was wrong-

In addition to the increasingly strong sense of oppression, there was a clearly recognizable footsteps behind him, as well as a rhythmic breathing.

These sounds, ghosts and ghosts have always been disdainful. That is, these little urban resentful spirits will deliberately come out to scare and scare people.

Isn't it a ghost?

Just as she was puzzled, the figure of a man had slowly entered the corner of her eye.

There was not a trace of the dark death from the underworld on this man's body, nor could he smell the disgusting smell of the onmyoji.

It looks very ...... Ordinary.

This somewhat thin man looked like he was about twenty-three or fourteen years old.

A peaked cap, a green sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans, a black backpack and a long-handled umbrella on the back.

It is difficult to find a suitable adjective to describe such a person other than ordinary.

The man passed by her and did not stop.

Even, there was not the slightest intention to look at her.

And so he left.

Treat the rift girl as air, and throw it on the side of the road mercilessly.

The Rip Girl stared blankly at his departing back, cold sweat broke out, flowing uncontrollably to the ups and downs in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, I was a little stunned, and even a little inexplicably lost.

And so it went......

Don't you do something about me?

"What do you think?"

The Rip Girl gave herself a look of disgust.

Then, try moving your shoulders a bit. I can feel that the pressure on my body is gradually decreasing.

It's just that the hand that is secretly holding the scissors is still a little trembling.

In her opinion, the man's appearance, except for his side face is a little handsome, he can't be more ordinary, and he doesn't look like a powerful guy at all.

But such a guy, just walking past her, almost killed her.

Thinking of this, the ripper girl got goosebumps again.

"If you have a relationship with this kind of person, you don't know how to die even if you die."

Now, her body is free to move.

In my heart, it is better to go.

However, just as she was about to turn away, she suddenly stopped at her feet.

Those frightened eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the man's departure.

She saw that the man had not gone far and had suddenly stopped in front of the intersection ahead.

Immediately after that, he turned around and entered the hotel next to him.

It was a ryokan called "Shengben".

Three-storey low building, yellow walls, old-fashioned signboards.

Like that man, it's just as ordinary.

It's just that just because it looks ordinary doesn't mean it's really ordinary.

This is all too clear to the Rift Girl.

She stared at the hotel, her brow furrowed slightly.

She clearly saw that—

On the second floor of the hotel, in the room under the lantern sign, two thick black gases were eyeing each other, eager to try.

………………………………

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"I was commissioned by Mr. Matsumoto to conduct a sleep test at the hotel."

"Anyone?"

In front of the Shengben Hotel, Qing Anran whispered a few words to the store.

Through the glass door in front of him, he could already see that there was no light in the hall at all, and it was completely "no one at all".

He had guessed this before he came.

The reason for waiting here a little longer is purely to make myself appear "more professional".

After waiting for a while, there was still no response from the hotel, so Qing Anran squatted down and took out the hotel key that Mr. Matsumoto had given him from a blue folder in his backpack.

However, he didn't rush to open the door, but took out the "Sleep Tester Entrustment Contract" in the document bag.

With the light of the mobile phone screen, I simply went through the contract again.

"Well, the entrustment and signature are fine."

After confirming that it was correct and carefully putting away the contract, the key was inserted into the floor lock at the bottom of the glass door.

Although there is a commission contract in hand, sneaking into someone else's hotel in the middle of the night always has a feeling of being a thief.

It can't help but make people a little nervous and ...... Small excitement.

Pushing open the glass door, a faint smell of paint wafted into my nose.

I have to say that Mr. Matsumoto is quite generous in terms of decoration costs, although the paint is not the best, but it is also a brand that is more recognized by the public.

"After more than a month of wind, the smell of paint shouldn't have much effect on the human body."

Qing Anran comforted herself like this while looking for the switch in the hall.

The last time he came, he paid special attention to the location of the switch, so he quickly found it.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, it was like Pikachu had activated his flash spell, and the pitch-black hall was instantly illuminated.

Qing turned around peacefully.

The space in the hall is not very large, about 10 square meters.

On the left-hand side is the counter, which has no side objects on it, only a layer of wall ash that fell during the renovation.

Opposite the counter is a rectangular coffee table.

The coffee table is covered with a large transparent plastic bag, and under the plastic bag are various snacks piled on the coffee table.

The one in the red bag is called the delicious stick, the one in the yellow bag is called squid tempura, and the one in the green bag is called ......

After all, it's something that makes people very appetizing.

Before he came, Mr. Matsumoto also mentioned that you can enjoy snacks and drinks at the inn during work.

Qing Anran touched his somewhat shriveled stomach and smiled cheaply.

"Indeed, as a sleep tester, I should also check the quality of the food in the hotel."

"It's hard to eat......"

"It tastes so good!"

Relying on a few delicious sticks, Qing Anran quickly filled his stomach.

Sit contentedly on the couch in front of the coffee table and get on with your work.

First of all, there is the experience of the lobby facilities.

The sofa under the body is brand new, and the plastic film has not yet been removed.

Qing Anran's white palm swept across the surface of the sofa.

It was quickly judged that this is the kind of fabric sofa with knitted surface, which has a good texture and is also very artistic.

It's just that I'm too afraid of getting dirty with this kind of sofa, right?

Qing Anran was complaining, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the chaise sofa next to him.

It's not that there's anything special about this sofa.

It's a little strange with a few pieces of paper on them.

"What is this?"

In Qing Anran's hand, there were several pages of yellowed paper, with holes on the top, tied together with a small piece of hemp rope.

On the yellow paper, there are many red lines outlined horizontally and vertically.

It's like a word written, and it's like a pattern drawn.

"It's ...... Spells? ”

"I didn't expect Mr. Matsumoto to believe in these things."

Qing Anran still has some knowledge of spells.

This is not seen in the anime, but from the memories of the original owner of this body.

He wasn't originally from this world, but was reborn here two years ago.

Unfortunately, his luck wasn't as good as it was in those rebirth novels.

When I woke up, I didn't get the golden finger and didn't see any system.

It's just simple.,Took over the body of this Tokyo otaku who lived alone for seven years and finally hanged himself.。

From his memory, some scattered fragments can be seen.

For example, he had been hit hard before, someone promised to send him living expenses every month, and the family seemed to have something to do with sacrifices or something.

However, Qing Anran was not interested in any of this.

Finally reborn, he didn't want to continue to lose weight in comic magazines, nor did he want to delve into those cumbersome family ties.

Just want to get a job.

Then, earn him 100 million first!

……

"Think of a fart~"

Qing Anran laughed at herself and pasted the yellow paper back casually.

Then, locking the door to the hall, he turned and walked towards the second floor.

However, just as he was going upstairs, the yellow paper on the sofa actually raised his head like a villain.

He quickly untied the hemp rope from the top of their heads and threw it aside.

They looked left and right, and made a stumbling voice.

With every word spoken, a long string of golden characters gushed out of the body. The characters then become dark, evil, and wrap around each other's bodies.

That's it, you and I.

Pitch-black characters are constantly emerging.

These characters, like Yin soldiers from the underworld, frantically breathe death to the bone.

Soon, the entire hall was swallowed up in this mysterious atmosphere.

It wasn't until each paper figure had more than a dozen of these black characters wrapped around their bodies that they stopped.

Immediately afterward, they began to frantically flock these characters and dead qi into their bodies.

As they devour, their bodies also undergo changes.

Gradually expanding, gradually dimming.

Until the end, several paper figures exploded one after another like balloons, turning into a little star powder.

The star powder did not land, but quickly converged in the direction of the second floor.

Climb the stairs and rush into the hallway.

Eventually, in front of Room 209, they found their target and rushed into his back.

As soon as the star powder entered the body, Qing Anran's eyes immediately lost their luster and sank into darkness.

It's like he's cut off the electricity, he can't see anything, he can't hear anything.

It wasn't until the last star powder disappeared that consciousness returned.

"Is it intermittent narcolepsy again?" Qing Anran rubbed her temples and yawned: "Forget it, let's go to bed early today." ”

The guest room door has been opened.

With a "click", the lights in the bedroom also came on.

The wooden floors are bright and there is no smell of dust.

"It's not bad, it looks like Mr. Matsumoto has found someone to clean up this room."

"The house is nice and quiet, I guess I can sleep well today."

Qing Anran was very satisfied.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a buzzing of mosquitoes sounded in his ears very unexpectedly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a mosquito with tiger skin and feet playing coquettish in front of his eyes.

The word "one" flew for a while, and the word "person" flew for a while, which was very exciting.

Is it tolerable or unbearable, familiar and tolerable, and the old man can't bear it.

Qing Anran's eyes were cold, and a big hand of emotion exhaled!

………………………………

"Smack!"

A crisp sound in the guest room passed through the window and into the ears of the Rip Girl.

The sound of killing everything was mercilessly irritating her eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the rift woman suddenly lost her strength and softened weakly.

Kneel by a street lamp.

Leaning against the cold street lamp.

Her eyes were full of incredulity.

Just as the man entered the hotel.

She saw that the two black gases in the room suddenly grew stronger, and they also exuded bursts of death.

Only then did I think about it, there were rumors in the ghost market recently, two evil spirits appeared near Qianzao Thirteenth Street for no reason, harming people's lives, devouring souls, and doing all kinds of evil.

Presumably, it's these two guys.

Although she is also a ghost, as an urban legend, she is at most pretending to be scary, never harming people's lives, and will not do soul-devouring evil deeds.

However, just as the Rip Girl was not ashamed of the actions of these two guys, she saw that the light in the guest room was suddenly turned on.

At the same time, an evil spirit also attacked madly.

"It's over!"

"With so many rooms, why did you choose an evil spirit to live in?"

"You can't just die, do you?"

Before she could notice that she was already worried about the strange man, she heard the loud slap.

Immediately afterwards, in the guest room, the originally powerful black qi instantly withered, and dissipated like smoke in a blink of an eye.

"Killed such a powerful evil spirit with a single blow?"

"How ......"

"How ...... Terrible man ......"

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized her disrespect, and quickly lowered her head and changed her words: "The little girl has no intention!" Should be...... What a mighty adult! ”

Seeing the strength of this man, the originally dim eyes of the rift woman suddenly had a glimmer of light.

When she looked at the room again, she was expectant.

Now, the black gas that had fallen alone had also been forced back to the window, and the outline of the body was still faintly visible.

It was an evil spirit with a dark green body. Skinny as wood, with green faces and fangs, it is very terrifying.

"Are you going to start working on this one?"

The Rip Girl swallowed softly and foamed.

However, at this moment, she was caught off guard and found that the evil spirit had turned its head and began to stare at her viciously.

Why are you staring at me?

If you can't beat that adult, are you going to take me under the knife!

Make no mistake!

Inexplicably became the target of the evil spirit, the rift girl rolled her eyes, and quickly pretended to be extremely scared.

The two white jade hands were held in front of her chest, hugged each other tightly, and her eyes were full of helplessness, as if she was begging the evil spirit not to kill her.

Evil spirits are called evil spirits because they act ruthlessly and do not speak of feelings.

Once the prey is targeted by them, there is no way to survive.

Moreover, the pitiful appearance of a woman like the Rip Girl is exactly what they like to see the most.

The evil spirit looked at her greedily, his tongue sweeping over his lips as if he were already savoring a good meal.

But just as it leaned over and was about to rush at the Rip Girl, it suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This woman is actually laughing!

The smile was very evil, and his eyes had narrowed into a slit.

Not only is he laughing, but he is also shaking his hand at it happily.

"Not good!"

The evil spirit suddenly realized that something was wrong and jerked its head away.

This time, the evil spirit didn't even have time to shrink its pupils.

Already, it has come to naught.

………………………………

"Peng!"

After a muffled sound, Qing Anran slowly turned his palm open.

Looking at the flower-footed mosquito that was still trembling in the palm of his hand, a fatherly smile gradually appeared on his face.

"With you, can you hide from my soul-chasing crossman?"

Qing Anran finished wiping his palms and began to rummage through his backpack.

Notebooks, pens, document bags......

Finally, a DSLR camera was brought out.

Adjust the aperture and face the corpse of Mosquito Jun on the window glass, which is an output.

While the photo was taken, he suddenly noticed a woman in red standing under a street lamp in the camera screen.

Rotate the lens to zoom in little by little.

When he could see the woman's white face, he found that the woman was also looking at him.

"This look......

You won't treat me like an idiot, will you? ”

Can you still do it if you are caught?

Qing Anran understands that the more this time, the more calm she must be.

So, he pressed the shutter unhurriedly and made an OK gesture to the lady in red.

Then, like a nobody.

Slowly closed the curtains and turned off the lights in the guest room.

………………………………

"That sir, did you make an OK gesture to me?"

"That is to say......"

"My lord wants to tell me that the evil spirit has been destroyed, and it's okay, so don't be afraid!"

He ...... Are you concerned about me? ”

"That's not right...... Not right......"

"What does it mean to take pictures, I know that the most annoying thing for ghosts is to take pictures......

Under the street lamp, the rift woman kicked the stones on the side of the road alone, and kept thinking. One moment smiling like a flower, the next pouting and shaking his head.

But she just couldn't understand why the adult was pointing the camera at her.

It wasn't until she chased a pebble to the tram stop and saw the advertisement on it that she understood what it meant.

It was an advertisement for a camera.

It reads—

"Use the lens to record every heart-warming moment."

"Heartbeat...... Instantly? The woman stood in front of the billboard, holding her crimson face: "Could it be that the adult is actually confessing to me!" ”