The next afternoon, somewhere in Taito District.

Hanyu Mai in a white coat pushed open the rusted black iron door and walked into the courtyard of an old single-family villa.

This is the "one-house" structure that became popular in Japan in the 1960s, and was once considered the most ideal model for private housing.

Behind the iron gate is a wide courtyard, then the main entrance of the house, and outside is the street-facing parking garage connected to the house.

The courtyard is a two-story building with a steel and wood structure, with an area of ​​about 300 square meters, which glows with a warm luster in the setting sun.

It is a pity that this well-designed house is unmaintained, and the overall structure presents a dilapidated and decadent atmosphere.

Not only was the wall covered with moss, the weeds in the yard were also quite lush, and a considerable number of black garbage bags were piled up.

"It's such a pity that no one lives in such a nice house..."

Behind Mai Hanyu was Sousuke Araki, the "Sleeper" and research assistant, who was dragging two large suitcases.

At this moment, he is sighing that when some people can't even afford to rent a house, there is such a good house vacant in the city center.

This inexplicable and somewhat familiar villa is only a ten-minute walk away from the apartment he lived in. If the normal housing price in Tokyo is calculated, it will cost at least 200 million yen to start here.

Seeing the black garbage bags piled up outside the hospital, Sousuke Araki's forehead fell into a cold sweat for some reason.

"The house is a good house, but unfortunately the property rights belong to the bank, and now I can't even sell it at a discount..."

Hearing his words, Hanyu Mai sneered.

The intermediary client this time is a large bank.

Like this kind of house that has become a "psychologically flawed item", the ultimate pick-up man will be the bank.

Because the heads of households who have passed away to another world one after another will not continue to repay their mortgages.

"Is it a fold..."

Araki Sosuke put down the suitcase and took out the house information in his hand to check it.

After breaking my fingers, I can't afford the down payment if I don't mention it first, and is there a bank willing to take a loan...

He found that he couldn't afford it for free.

For a house of this size, the annual fixed asset tax and urban planning tax alone are a lot of expenses.

The Inland Revenue Department will not take the haunted house factor into account when assessing the cost of the house.

It is precisely for this reason that the vacancy rate of houses in Japan is close to more than 20%, and there are a large number of vacant houses in rural and remote areas that refuse to inherit or give away for free.

"I was born into the world empty-handed..."

Just then, Sousuke Araki's phone rang.

"...Oh, Takuya, you said that game cassette? I'm sorry, I've had too many things happened recently, and I just changed jobs. I'll definitely bring it back to you another day.... I'll go out with you for an errand at night? No? I'm sorry, I'm on the first day of work today, and it's night shift again, so I can't ask for leave."

He refused some kind of "night tour" invitation from Takumi Fujiwara on the other end of the phone, and let the other party hang up while weeping. When Sousuke Araki turned around, Mai Hanyu was nowhere to be seen.

"...Why are you holding back, work has started."

When he walked into the door following the sound, Hanyu Mai had put on a mask, pushed open the door of the house in the courtyard, and entered the entrance.

The living room of the villa is very spacious and cleverly designed.

The living room is directly empty to the height of two floors, and a rather elegant escalator leads directly to the second floor, forming a rather spacious semi-connected space on the first and second floors.

The living room is littered with rotting furniture and broken appliances, as well as some clutter.

Everything seems to have been sprinkled with a layer of white ashes by time, freezing the happy memories of the former residents.

Putting on a mask and goggles, opening the doors and windows to ventilate, Araki Sosuke started the work of "Sleeper".

Such large-scale "psychologically flawed houses" have been in disrepair for many years. He needs to use the structure, walls and floors, doors and windows, furniture, circuits, pipelines and even furniture against the identification list and standards of "Be careful! The condition and condition are checked one by one to ensure that there is no damage caused by improper use, which has buried a huge safety hazard for the house.

"Wooden floors... newness... according to this standard... 10%?! I'm going to get stuck somewhere..."

Just as Sosuke Araki was checking the scene step by step with the fool-like list and standards in his hand, Mai Hanyu took out her tablet and checked her "research materials".

"In 1952, the police found the body of the owner, Sunada Hiro, and an unknown woman in this house. According to the investigation, the woman suffered long-term imprisonment and assault here. Sunada Hiro was killed by the woman with a kitchen knife. , while the woman died of hemorrhage due to obstructed labor, but no traces of the fetus were found at the scene or around."

While reading the information on the computer, Mai Hanyu walked up to Sosuke Araki, who was looking up at the ceiling in the living room, and took pictures with the camera hanging from her chest.

"It's really miserable... eh?"

Araki Sosuke turned his head and found that the two were sticking together at a very close distance.

The light and mature woman's breath on the other side kept hitting his fragile heart.

Hanyu Mai's wink looked at him indifferently, and calmly said creepy words: "The corpse was found where you and I are standing now..."

Then, Mai Hanyu took out the tripod and the camera installed with the "Eye of Reality Prototype No. 1" ~lightnovelpub.net~ and placed it in a corner of the room, aiming at the "criminal scene" just located.

According to her bizarre hypothesis, the longer the time of death and the stronger the obsession, the greater the probability that "soul element particles" will be born after death and merge with the "holographic hidden energy field".

Just as Sosuke Araki was concentrating on investigating potential safety hazards and appraising the condition of the house, Mai Hanyu, who kept installing the "Real Eye Prototype No. 2, 3, 4, and 5" according to the location of the case, murmured the lines. It started to send chills down his spine.

"In 1960, shortly after the Odajima family moved into this mansion, his father, Kokichi Odajima, and his elder sister, Ichiha, went missing in the house. No bodies have been found, and his younger brother, Yasuo Odajima, was taken away by the child welfare agency."

"In 1988, after the 'psychic' Shen Zheze visited this mansion, he died at home the next day with a terrified face, and his entire mouth expanded in an 'O' shape."

"In 1997, on the day the Zhujiao couple moved in, they claimed to have seen a female ghost with a baby in their arms. The husband, Zhujiaoyong, disappeared immediately, and his whereabouts are unknown and no body has been found. His wife, Zhujiaoyongzi, was sent to a mental hospital."

"In 2001, the housewife Kayaqin was imprisoned and tortured by her husband Saeki Takeo in the house, her body was placed in the attic, and her son Saeki Toshio was missing. The reason is tragic..."

Even as an atheist, Sousuke Araki still shudders when he knows that so many tragedies have happened in the house where he is in the past few decades.

Sure enough, the most terrifying thing in this world is not resentment at all, but the human heart...

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