Edogawa Ward, home of the lost island.

Sitting on a chair in his room, Lost Island Love holds a ballpoint pen and writes in a notebook and stops.

If you can't get a sense of existence in real interpersonal relationships, you need to gain a foothold in self-cognition, and recording what happens every day is what Lost Island Love must do, and only by writing down these boring or tedious things in detail, Lost Island Love can perceive that he is indeed living in a normal functioning society.

As small as how many yen I spent on a few vegetables in the supermarket, to something like today......

The fact that he and Mito-san destroyed a goblin must be recorded.

However, in the diary, the lost island love did not directly write down the existence of the goblin truthfully, but instead referred to the other party as a bad guy in the spring and autumn penmanship.

If you make it clear to the dirty things in your home that you can see them, bad things will happen.

"Huh~"

The window glass reflected the hanging mother, who was still swaying slightly even when there was no wind, and the hemp rope, neck, clothes, and corpse-spotted feet were all swaying slightly.

The gaze of the lost island love didn't even dare to stay on her mother for half a second, and she had to live an infinite loop of seeing monsters every day - ignoring - seeing monsters.

[Without disturbing Mito-san, go to Arraei Shrine more often.] 】

He is the same person as me. 】

ended today's record with two concluding sentences, and Lost Island put away the diary and put down the ballpoint pen.

The night is long, but the island is also resistant to sleep, because even in her sleep she encounters danger.

"Whoa."

It's just that downstairs there is the sound of splashing water and talking with a few people, which is very peculiar in the quiet street.

“……”

Lost Island opens the window and pretends to look at the night sky as if nothing happened, but her eyes are looking downstairs.

She couldn't focus on the noise until she knew if it was a human or a youkai, or she would attract the attention of the dirty.

Sighting, staying, will attract dirty things.

"What are they going to do?"

There are three men in sweatshirts and hoods gathered downstairs, and even if they don't see their faces, they must be Mitsuhashi and them.

The extreme debt collection method is not only to block the door on the surface, but also to have many secret methods.

Dumping garbage and feces at the door of the house, painting on the wall, and spraying dry powder foam into the house with a fire extinguisher.

Even if they call the police, it is useless, the police will not bother with these 'pranks' at all, and there are more important things for them, such as holding a day for the sheriff, or having schoolchildren form a team to visit the police station.

“……”

There are only himself and his elderly grandmother at home, and he doesn't have the courage to go outside to drive away the members of the Extreme Road.

I don't know what kind of garbage will come out of front of my house when I wake up tomorrow morning, and then I need to clean up by myself.

Although the days are hard, there will be a day when the day will come, and the lost island love is so convinced, just like if I can meet Mito-san, everything will be better in the thriving.

Like Grandma said, no matter how much they jerk up, as long as they don't give in to them.

But looking at the actions of the trio downstairs, the lost island love gradually became a little flustered.

What they hold in their hands is ...... Gasoline drums?

It's half past zero, and even if you look at the average time you go to bed late, it's time to go to bed.

The streets are filled with drunken drunkards, and the last thing to do at night in Tokyo is for drunkards, and much of the credit for the city that never sleeps goes to these people who put their stress and hopes in alcohol.

"Mitsuhashi, you're full of energy today."

Mitsuhashi was accompanied by two companions who were beaten last time, and three members of the Yakuza were violently beaten by a high school student in the alleyway, and all of them were news that made everyone in the company laugh.

"I'm not full of energy one day, hurry up, as long as we can settle the debts of this family, we can go up another level in the group." Mihashi doesn't say that he wants to live with a shower lady.

"It's not easy to be a Yakuza, I knew that I would study hard back then." Shimura shook his head and poured some of the gasoline out of the barrel.

The members of the Extreme Road are not as 'happy and hateful' and 'big fish and meat' as ordinary people think, and they also have to honestly receive their salaries from the group every month, and the wages are pitiful.

The lower-level team members are 100,000 or 200,000 yen per month, which is the same as the salary of daily odd jobs.

"Even if you rebuild your brain, you won't be able to get into college."

"It's okay to go to a junior college, so I can work in Tokyo after graduation, maybe by now, I already have my own small storefront, and maybe I've taken out a loan to buy a house."

"Maybe your kids are already in elementary school, right?"

"Whoa!"

Gasoline scattered on the ground.

The pungent smell was like a changed dream, and the three thugs began to discuss the path they had never thought of with great interest.

It seems that the life of ordinary people is not bad like this.

"That's enough."

Gasoline spreads to an area of one square meter on the ground, which is not very large, but when it is burned, it will leave deep fire marks on the ground.

This is a method they use to scare people, not to mention igniting in front of their homes, and when it is excessive, it is ignited directly on the hood of the car.

In the eyes of others, this approach is a bit silly, after all, they dare not really burn the other party to death with flames, otherwise the unlucky person will be the arsonist afterwards, and all arson acts in this law are heavy sentences and severe sentences, and the crime of homicide is not as good as deliberate arson!

But just like other threats that the Yakuza organization makes good use of.

Those debtors who were pulled into the van knew in their hearts that the Extreme Organization would not kill them, but they would still lose their sense of proportion in their panic, and they were carried away by fear.

"Sprinkle a little more." Mitsuhashi took the gasoline drum and spread it on the ground like pee, "That old woman is very hard, get a little more to scare her." ”

"Ignite."

"Whoa!"

A little flame appeared on the edge of the gasoline, and in less than a second, it spread rapidly, and the whole puddle of gasoline burned in the blink of an eye.

In the cold winter, the burning fire made the three of them feel the heat of summer.

The thug who said he was going back to the past and said with a smile, "What are we now, little match girl?" Sending warmth to others in the winter? ”

The flames turned the faces of several people red.

It was a pity that they did not see their dreams in the lit flame, but it seemed a little strange to see the movement of the flame.

"The wind is blowing."

Mitsuhashi shuddered suddenly, his eyes wide as he watched the flames suddenly burst out.

Under the north wind, the flames rushed uncontrollably towards the corners of the wall.

"it!" Shimura was almost caught in the flames and jumped backwards in fright.

"There's a fire!"