"What kind of evil monk, they all said that I was only going to retreat and practice, and I didn't become a monk..."

Araki Sousuke put his index and middle fingers together, placed it on his temple, and waved casually at Mochizuki Che's back.

"It's you, next time you come for trouble, remember to put your wig on so that no one thinks it's a monk."

Hearing his words, Mochizuki Che's hand that had been reaching for the car door suddenly trembled, and he quickly got into the car and left.

"This guy Che, it is said that he has been carrying out secret missions abroad, why was he suddenly transferred back..."

Seeing the back of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team driving away in embarrassment, Takeshi Iwata sighed softly and reminded kindly: "Kun Araki, I know you are very skilled, and now you have awakened inspiration. But that guy is not an ordinary difficult person. , be careful..."

"Cut, who is afraid of who? The guy who complains about trouble is often the one who causes trouble for others, right before Araki..."

Yamada Kengo pouted in dissatisfaction.

"……senior?"

While the two were talking, Sousuke Araki squatted in the middle of the parking lot at some point.

"This is……"

On the ground in front of him, the flesh and blood of the unknown ghost was slowly dissipating into resentment.

A crimson energy thread, like an earthworm, wriggled out of the pile of flesh and blood.

"……What the hell?!"

Gently picked up by Araki Sosuke with his fingertips, the inconspicuous energy suddenly extinguished the light and dissipated into ashes.

...

"Woooooo, my babies, I haven't seen you for a month, how are you?"

Half an hour later, in Room 102 of Zangqian Apartment, Sousuke Araki wiped the pile of indescribable things on the shelf with a towel with a flushed face and tears in his eyes, and neatly arranged a row of colorful thermos cups.

Magazines with explosive covers, learning materials CDs, scenic figures, comic books, gunpla, embroidered special attack suits...

"Oh, the study materials and the thermos cup are all dusty, and this special attack uniform has to be washed again. It's so pitiful..."

"Oops, these CDs have been overdue for more than a month, and the late payment fee is very expensive, so it's not worth it. Anyway, I use Longma's membership card..."

"After staying in that kind of country temple for so long, I couldn't study seriously at all, and my hands were almost rusted. I've decided, I'll flip your brand tonight..."

Kotori Yumayumi, Yamada Kengo, and Tokimoto Ichiro were sitting around his low table, looking at him with contempt.

In the disposable paper cups on the table, there is still poor-quality hot tea.

Even these few things were brought from the guard room at the door.

In a bachelor's home, don't expect anything like tea, cups, etc. to entertain guests.

"Cough, so, this pile of things is the 'personal belongings' that Araki-kun is thinking about?"

Tokimoto Ichiro took a sip of the hot tea in his hand and frowned.

Because of a certain agreement with Sosuke Araki, the things in this room, the ninth lesson did not open the door for inspection, but maintained the original state.

According to what he learned later, Sosuke Araki, who had ignorant spiritual consciousness and had no idea what was going on on the night of the Obon Festival, rushed back all the way to protect his apartment that was about to be demolished and some "personal items".

If it weren't for this, Sousuke Araki would not have appeared at the Zangqian apartment at the last moment, solved the strange ghost, and created an opportunity for Mochizuki Lingnai to close the gate of hell.

In a sense, this mess in front of you may have saved the entire Tokyo to a certain extent?

"Cough cough... Kengo..."

Turning around, Sousuke Araki clenched his fists to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, and handed a black garbage bag to Kengo Yamada from under the table with an expression like a solitary face.

"It used to be my most precious collection, but unfortunately I'm no longer who I used to be, and I can't go back..."

"Because you are my favorite junior and you help me guard this apartment, I will pass it on to you with tears!"

"Inheritance? This...this is..."

Quietly opening the garbage bag and rummaging through the contents, the expression on Yamada Kengo's face suddenly lost control.

"I... I have done so much to my senior before..."

He looked at the contents of the garbage bag with great care, reached out to wipe the tears that flowed like a waterfall, and his voice choked up.

"Senior not only didn't care at all, but actually... actually reluctantly gave up his love and passed on the out-of-print collections of Junko Kato that he cherished most to me...

"Wait, how can it be possible... This is not a limited edition of Da Chao X (MK9527BD) that has been sold for 50,000 yen on the dark web..."

"Hey ... Seniors ... I will never live up to your kindness, I must warm the time in weekdays, I will never turn off, and the classic generation is inherited ..."

"Enough, you worthless scoundrel!"

Tokimoto Ichiro raised his foot and kicked Yamada Kengo, who was crying into tears, to the side, and said a little embarrassedly: "Cough, Araki-kun, you don't need to put things back when you're done sorting things out, anyway, you'll be moving out together tomorrow... "

"Move away? So, you still succumb to the arrogance of those guys, and want a poor resident with a remaining lease term of one year and seven months to give up the only one that belongs to him after he stepped into the society. Shelter..."

As soon as he heard Tokimoto Ichiro's words, Sousuke Araki's face suddenly sank, showing an expression that the rich and the noble cannot be promiscuous, the mighty cannot be subdued, and the poor cannot be moved.

"As compensation, the Metropolitan Police Department has arranged for you a 'one-family building' that is rent-free for ten years, and you only need to equip yourself with furniture and household appliances, and pay water, electricity, property and house taxes. The garage and the front and rear courtyards are only ten minutes away from here, close to the subway station, and the transportation is convenient...”

"Ten, ten years rent-free?"

Tokimoto Ichiro continued to drink the hot tea in his hand, without raising his eyelids, the old **** said on the ground.

"One, one house?"

"However, since Araki-kun has such a firm attitude, I will help you refuse..."

The air in the room ~lightnovelpub.net~ has frozen for some time, and only Tokimoto Ichiro's leisurely words echoed.

"As a good citizen who is willing to fight cults and act bravely, it is my duty to share the government's worries! Well, can I move in tonight?"

"Don't be in such a hurry..."

Sousuke Araki, who was sitting opposite him, had already found several large cardboard boxes and was madly stacking the things on the shelves like garbage inside...

"Hey, old man, the 'retreat practice' agreed with you has been completed..."

Five minutes later, Sousuke Araki sat upright on the tatami, and looked at Ichiro Tokimoto with piercing eyes.

Behind him is a row of papers that are packed and neatly stacked on the wall.

"You promised me that you should tell the truth about that girl Mochizuki, right?"

Hearing his question, Yuma Yumori and Kengo Yamada, who were beside him, immediately pricked up their ears.