Before that, he had imagined countless terrifying images, but after actually seeing them, Inoue felt that his thinking had stopped.

In an ordinary room, there is nothing unusual.

The walls, the beds, the tables and chairs, nothing is different, not even like they have been used.

There were no traces of blood, severed limbs, horrific corpses, and burns.

Nothing.

Only, a faint barbecue smell remains.

“......”

Ruichi Inoue collapsed.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called the police, but he didn't care about any social death, his reputation was ruined, and his wife was separated.

"Hey, is it a policeman, I maybe, I may have encountered a murder!"

The night in Shinjuku is not tired.

In the neon light, Anron came to an unremarkable building in front of Shinjuku Station.

The building is also lit up at night, and you can vaguely see the people inside busy, which makes people feel the oppression of the working people by capitalism, and I hope to save these people who are trapped in the hell of 996 overtime.

But in fact, these people are just going to work normally.

This is the Shinjuku branch of the Wakoku Weirdness Research Association, and in general, it is also a gathering place for the exorcists of Shinjuku Ward.

In the past, most of the strange envoys of the country belonged to their own shrines and temples, but later, after experiencing the separation of the gods and Buddhas, the relationship between these shrines and temples, as well as the Yin Yang Liao, became very delicate, and there were often disputes and even fights over strange things.

In order to reduce disputes, the three established the Wakuni Weird Research Association, aiming to jointly deal with the weird events of Wakuni, and at the same time manage some wild weird envoys.

Enron, let's just be a registered weird envoy, or in the official name of the outside world, a spirit master.

For the first few months, Enron was completely detached from the Order, opening shop during the day and foraging for food at night, unaware of the existence of the Weird Research Society.

However, later, Enron discovered that there is a limit to going it alone.

He is not as famous as those masters who often appear on TV, and he has no background in the police, and he wants to find weirdness, all by chance.

Although weirdness attracts each other, Enron often encounters a situation where a night of wandering around is fruitless.

After a while, Enron decided to report to the Weird Research Association.

Anyway, you don't have to be subject to too many constraints, and you can also use the channels of big platforms, which is to be made by middlemen, but compared to the time and money cost spent to find weirdness, this commission is acceptable.

According to Enron's understanding, the Weird Research Association has three functions.

The first is naturally to study weirdness, they will collect and sort out the weird information encountered by various soul slayers, and even take some resentful spirits and monsters to conduct research experiments, and develop newer tools and methods to deal with weirdness.

The second is to manage the weird envoys, whether they are official or wild, registered, regularly check the status, and can also provide intimate life help services including blind dates, friendships, and child care.

The last point, which is also used the most by Enron, is to undertake the commission of ordinary people and officials to remove spirits, distribute them to registered soul removal masters, collect remuneration, and make overall plans.

After all, most of the weird envoys have some strange personalities and action patterns, and it is impossible to completely take over the government, so it is better to take this form, so that ordinary weird envoys can also have a place to contribute.

"Good evening, Xu Sang~"

As soon as he arrived at the reception hall, An Ran saw a young man sitting behind the counter, with dyed yellow hair and a blue and white work uniform, greeting him.

"Good evening, hard work."

An Ran walked straight to the counter and sat down, and took out a document from the small suitcase.

"This is a report commissioned by the amusement park before, and in addition, I solved the Hayakawa Nanami tonight, and I also need to write a report."

"Xu Sang is really powerful, Hayakawa Nanami seems to have killed at least six people, and he is good at hiding, which is a headache for many soul exterminators."

As he tapped on the keyboard to bring up the document, the young man said casually.

His name is Sakamoto Kazuma, and his father is said to be the onmyoji of Onmyoliao, but he himself doesn't like to deal with weirdness, so he took a back seat after a few incidents after becoming a weird envoy, and was at the front of the Shinjuku Weird Research Association, responsible for docking with the soul slayer and the client.

There are several forms of entrustment from the Weird Research Association, the most basic is one-to-one, the client issues the commission, and the association sends orders to qualified soul slayers in the system, and the one who is quick gets it.

Although repeat customers don't expect much, many soul removers still try their best to improve their image and reputation, and there are even witch groups that debuted as idols, and the income from performances has long exceeded the remuneration of soul removal, and there are also handsome guys who have become variety show celebrities, and just starring in advertisements is enough to earn tens of millions.

In addition, there is also an official assignment, which everyone can participate in, and the strong will win.

This is the case with the resentful spirits of Hayakawa Nanami, where everyone searches together, and in the end, whoever can find the resentful spirits and solve them will be paid.

Since this time it was in Kabukicho, the male spirit-remover was extremely excited, and some of the female spirit-remover were also inexplicably excited, and everyone was very active, and there were even those who made their debut at the cowherd shop on Ichiban Street in Kabukicho and became the number one.

Enron was able to solve the problem, and to be honest, he felt that it was pure accident.

"Since March of this year, the resentful spirits of Hayakawa Nanami have begun to kill men who go to Kabukicho, and the deaths are all gnawed away from the lower body, causing a certain panic, hiss, it's really terrible."

Sakamoto and Ma seemed to empathize, and said with palpitations.

"However, Hayakawa Nanami is really miserable, just because of careless dating, he simply fell, and I don't know how many such girls there are in Tokyo."

An Ran bowed slightly.

The report in his hand has a photo of Nanami Hayakawa left at school before he dropped out of school.

Her black hair is supple, her hair is combed into two braids, and she wears dark-framed glasses, and she looks like a good girl.

In just a few years, it has become such a dusty and hopeless appearance.

In the end, he died tragically on the street, turned into a resentful spirit, and changed from a victim to a perpetrator.

Fortunately, I met Enron.

The rich aroma of the mixed spices that emanates from the roasted meat of the heart is proof of the existence of Nanami Hayakawa.

Enron will not forget.

Thinking of this, An Ran was hungry again.

Hurriedly saying goodbye to Kazuma Sakamoto, Anran walked back to the alley where his late-night cafeteria was located.

It's April, the pale pink night cherry blossoms fall slowly, you can hear the cat's cry when you walk on the road, and you can see it safely, a good-looking, four-legged snow-white cat is shuttling through the nearby eaves, this is a cat that often appears in this neighborhood, because of catching mice, and close to people, so it is quite popular with the shopkeepers, and from time to time will feed some food to it.

Today, it seems that the cat has also gained a lot, and when he saw An Ran, he didn't even raise his eyes, just sat next to a leftover can, and licked his paws intently.

An Ran opened the paper door of the late-night cafeteria, and the wind chimes rang, but no one welcomed his return.

He turned on the light, thought for a moment, and decided to cook himself a bowl of noodles.

The water is boiling, the noodles are put into the pot, and on the other side is fried a poached egg, with a few blanched vegetables grown by An Ran himself, and a bowl of ordinary green vegetable egg noodles is completed.

An Ran remembered that when he was a child, his father often made such a bowl of noodles for him to eat.

It's not because Enron likes it, but because my father is very good at cooking, and only making such simple things will not fail a big failure.

Later, I went out to study, and every time I went home, what was waiting for me was such a bowl of noodles.

He took a bite of the noodles.

Compared with barbecue, the ordinary taste is not much different from what my father made.

"I'm back."

In the room where he was alone, An Ran said in a deep voice.