"Ah, may I ask the name department? Zhu Jiaoyong..."

"Is the word "pig" written? "

"Hey, isn't that the case, sorry..."

In the huge basement, Sousuke Araki, with a pale face, was muttering something indistinctly.

"Where's Zein? Oh, ape came like this..."

Around him, there were a lot of gray-white and broken spirit bodies that were as motionless as they were facing a wall.

"I'm tired, please don't describe it in so much detail, you can skip the part where someone sticks his hand into his throat... Wait, please also skip the encounter with the lower body!!!"

"The next one, is it Odajima-kun, I'm lucky to meet..."

"What, this house was built by Tiei personally? Being able to survive the tornado is enough for you to be proud..."

With an emergency flashlight in his mouth, he could only ask those spirits inarticulately while making notes in his notebook.

However, because the spirits opened their mouths but were silent, it looked like a psychopath talking to himself in the basement.

"What, I haven't seen the sun for a long time? It's just right, the sun is very warm today, hurry up and get some sunshine."

After asking about a spiritual body, Sousuke Araki would ask the other person to walk up the stairs, then come to the next spiritual body, reach out and pat the other person on the shoulder, and start to continue making "transcripts".

If it wasn't for the reminder from the "Shen Zhejun" in the garage, he would never have imagined that there was a basement buried in mud hidden under this small villa.

And in the basement where the grievances were condensed, there were more than a dozen Earthbound Spirits who had not moved for many years.

"Sure enough, the early bird catches the worm. Sacrificing sleep to help this guy move is worth the fare."

At the door of the basement, standing behind him was Mai Hanyu recording "precious material" with a DSLR.

At the top of the stairs, there was a sluggish looking little bird Yumayumi who was struggling with a huge scroll in his arms.

"Teacher Araki, you can actually understand the 'murmur of the dead'."

Listening to the self-talk of someone below, the girl's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Why, your other 'spirit removers' can't communicate with the hidden energy field beings?"

Hanyu Mai, who was at the other end of the stairs, asked curiously while turning the camera angle to the top of the stairs.

In the lens, those blurred figures who stepped on the stairs and saw the sun again were keeping their hands together and dissipating as light spots.

The road of life, at the end, seems to be unable to escape this moment.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, and all prosperity, but a handful of fine sand.

Those white sparkling light spots, as soon as they approached the huge scroll in Yuma Yumiya's hand, they slowly melted into it like a sponge on fog.

That's right, this scroll is the "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll" that was obtained from the Supernatural Research Institute last night and is said to be able to absorb soul dust.

Originally, this item was taken back to the research room by Hanyu Mai for preliminary identification. Hearing that there is an earthbound spirit in the basement here, he immediately asked Houhai Ludou to bring it over to test whether it really has this characteristic.

"The souls of resentful spirits are often broken and only have strong obsessions. Even if they become Buddhas, they cannot fully restore their memory and language logic. Therefore, even if the spirit body actively communicates, most of the spirit removers can accept it. , but only broken words."

Staring blankly at the spot of light in front of him, Tori Yumayumi showed a thoughtful look.

Like Araki Sosuke, it is extremely rare to be able to easily have logical and back-and-forth conversations with spirit bodies, obtain massive amounts of information from their memories, and even be complained by spirit bodies.

In Shintoism, only those who specialize in "Word Spirit", or those who have a psychic constitution and are easily possessed by spirits, can achieve this level.

"Huh, it's finally done..."

After the last spirit body walked up the stairs and dissipated with the wind in the sun, Sousuke Araki, who was covered in cobwebs and dust, followed behind Mai Hanyu with a blushing face and followed the steep stairs. came up.

In the notebook with several pages written in his hand, he carefully recorded the names of these spirits, their encounters before the end of their lives, and where they happened. He was going to ask the Spirit Slayer Association to hand it over to the Metropolitan Police Department, which might help to end a lot of things. Headless unjust case, so that the living relatives can be comforted.

"Senior Araki, we are almost done here."

Kengo Yamada, who was covered in a big man and held a broom, stuck his head out of the living room.

In the time when the few people dealt with the spirit of the basement, he, Ryoma and Atsumi Ludou had moved in Sosuke Araki's luggage, and the furniture and appliances were also placed in the corresponding positions.

"Yo, thank you Kengo! I'll leave the rest of the 'personal belongings' to me..."

Like a gopher, Sousuke Araki stuck out half of his head from the cave and thanked him loudly.

At the same time, Hou Hai Lu Dou walked out of the living room holding a cardboard box with difficulty.

"Araki-kun, I've been very concerned since I moved before, what kind of home appliances are in this heavy box to die..."

"Bah..."

Maybe the things in the box are really too heavy, and the bottom of the weak recycling cardboard box is deformed, and the "home appliances" in the box are accidentally rolled out.

A dusty, dirty black ancient warrior armor rolled over the cluttered lawn in the courtyard under the dull eyes of everyone...

"Uh... ah ah ah!"

Immediately, the armor rolled precisely into the big hole in the courtyard like an eagle ball swung by Tiger, and smashed a certain "Blonde Gopher" back to his nest mercilessly.

"Oh, this rubbish..."

Half a minute later, Sousuke Araki, who crawled out of the cave like the dead Su Sheng, squatted on the lawn and rinsed his mud-covered head with the water pipe in the yard...

"I remember picking it up a few months ago~lightnovelpub.net~ from a guy who failed to kick the gym, lost his armor, and fled..."

After recalling for a while, he digs the dust in his ears and carelessly states the fact of "picking up junk"

"I thought it might be some kind of antique. I was going to take it to a second-hand shop to sell it for some money. As a result, I was submerged in more and more magazines when there was a lot of things recently, and I completely forgot about it."

"Ryoma before 2: Asshole, so no matter how much things happen, will you still remember to buy magazines?"

What he didn't notice was that Yamada Kengo and Kotori Yumayumi on the side had their expressions frozen on their faces.

"Kick... failed to kick the gym?"

"Throw... throw away the armor and discard the armor?"

"Fall... run away?"

How could these two people who almost died under the swords of the ghosts and gods, the gate shadow warrior, forget the memories of despair and fear brought to them by the owner of this black samurai armor...