Sousuke Araki, who has always been living in a dormitory for the first time, found a painful truth.

To throw away the trash, you have to join the town council first.

Sosuke Araki, an existence that Sosuke Araki has only heard of in the news, as a traditional neighborhood resident self-government organization, is responsible for maintaining the surrounding environment and organizing cultural exchanges between residents and other trivial matters.

After joining the membership, not only do I have to pay a monthly membership fee of about 1,000 yen, but I also regularly participate in meaningful activities such as picking up trash and reading with my grandparents.

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

Then he discovered that the garbage disposal point near the house was actually maintained and controlled by the town.

People who didn't join the membership used to throw garbage. Although they wouldn't be rejected, they would be attacked with contempt by grandpa and mama every time because they didn't pay the membership fee.

Moreover, the time for garbage disposal is only limited to 6:00 to 8:00 in the morning, which is tantamount to a forbidden time for Sousuke Araki, who works part-time 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 was complaining and feeling pity, Bunku and Shota, who were out of breath, also sat back in the car and stared at him fiercely.

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

Shota complained angrily.

This guy ran so far in the middle of the night, just to illegally throw garbage, causing the two of them to sweat and gasp for breath in the car at the moment.

At this moment, someone tapped lightly on the window of the driver's seat where Wen Gu was sitting.

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

"Nearby residents? Are you disturbing others?"

Just now, Wen Gu was busy breathing, and Wen Gu hadn't had time to take off the spirit detection glasses on his face.

Just a glance, his hand that was about to press down on the car window hovered in the air.

"Senior, what's the matter, shall I go down and explain it to her?"

Just as Shota was about to get out of the car to explain to the woman that he was not a suspicious person in order to avoid attracting the target's attention, Wen Gu firmly grabbed his hand.

At the same time, Wen Gu's thumb gently scratched on the back of his hand.

Senior, what's the matter, does he have that kind of hobby? Should I refuse...

Shota turned back in thought, and found that Wen Gu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was somewhat unnatural.

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

The repeated rhythm converged into three words in his heart.

Cracked woman.

The existence of a strange level two.

Different from the resentment spirits born after death, weirdness is a powerful being born by sucking people's obsession to "believe in existence" and "approval", and use resentment as an energy activity.

Wraiths act with distorted thinking, while weirdness has its own relatively mechanical rules of action.

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

Ordinary people who are not familiar with the rules of their actions are hard to resist. Even elite detectives who know how to crack the rules need to have the ability to actually implement them to break the game.

Moreover, in theory, as long as the power of "belief" and "recognition" in people's hearts is immortal, it is extremely difficult to eliminate weirdness, and even if it is eliminated, there is a possibility of rebirth.

Therefore, the ninth lesson's policy for weirdness is to avoid confrontation before finding out the rules, and at the same time use the seal as the main means.

An antique-level bizarre girl like Ripples, I don't know why, in the past year or so, case reports have started to appear in various places in Tokyo.

The legend of the "Rikou Girl" originated in Japan in the 1980s, and then spread like a virus in most of the campuses.

The rip woman is a woman with long hair and a mask, who will ask the people she encounters questions like "Am I beautiful?".

If the answer is nice, she will lift the mask, revealing the **** mouth that cracked to the bottom of her ear, and ask the other person again.

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

On the 2CH forum, there has been a heated discussion on how to answer the question of a woman with a gap, and there are hundreds of versions.

However, the thick stack of archives stored in the ninth lesson cruelly proved that no matter how people answered for decades, most of them could not escape the fate of being cut by that big mouth.

Putting on the spirit detection glasses on his forehead, Shota looked at the woman again.

Resentment in the glasses is presented in the form of strands of black energy. The more resentment there is, the stronger it is.

Ordinary resentful spirits are often surrounded by only a few strands of black energy.

At this moment, the black energy that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved was lingering around the woman.

Shota immediately subconsciously touched the weapon on his waist.

"The other party hasn't shown any further signs of making any further moves, so don't provoke the other party. The highest recorded movement speed of the woman in the gap is 30 meters per second. If it exceeds this speed, we still have the possibility of surviving... Fasten your seat belts."

Wen Gu quickly gave him such an order, then rolled down the car window, revealing the Japanese uncle's typical simple and honest smile: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Perhaps it was because the car window was short after all. The woman bowed slightly, brushed her hair, revealing a ravine in her chest, and asked the two of them in a very amorous manner, "Am I... beautiful?"

It seems that she is just a street girl chatting up on the side of the road in the red light district.

Come on, the rules of action for women with a gaping mouth, there is no right answer to the question!

Hearing this delivery proposition, the air in the car instantly solidified.

At this moment, Shota's expression was stiff and he didn't dare to let out his air. He admired the senior who was able to squeeze out a smile.

Wen Gu squeezed the handbrake with sweaty palms, took a deep breath, and replied casually, "Very...the whole is pretty but the details aren't pretty..."

Hearing this answer, the woman froze for a moment, then gently lifted her hair, and slowly unbuttoned her mask.

Sure enough, no matter what the answer is, the other party will always follow the "process".

"Then look at me like this..."

Just when Shota could vaguely see the mottled dark red blood scab at the base of the opponent's ear, Wen Gu slammed down the accelerator...

With the roar of the engine, the entire Toyota "ejected" out of the parking lot like a runaway wild horse, and disappeared in a quiet alley with charred exhaust in an instant.

The girl who stayed in place, with a huge black pair of scissors in her hand, started to walk in the direction of the two of them.

At this moment, a certain man's frivolous voice interrupted her movement: "Ala, isn't this Miss Sawada? Did you just get off work? Do you want some milk?"

Sousuke Araki, who was wearing flip-flops, shorts, and a T-shirt, walked towards her with a friendly smile and milk.

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

As a berserker fan, he also subconsciously praised the opponent's superb starting skills through the roar.

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

Before he had the cheek to approach, Miss Sawada bowed to him in a very graceful place, turned around and quickly returned to the apartment.

"Hey, were you scared off by me again? Damn it, you should go out wearing long sleeves..."

Looking down at his bare arms and calves covered with runes of unknown meaning, the frustrated Araki Sousuke accidentally squeezed the milk box in his hand, and the white liquid splashed out.

In other words, Ms. Sawada, who is picked up by black limousines and always comes back late at night, is engaged in a profession like "calling on the phone".

I don't know if the neighbors have any discounts.