"Huh? Is there any strong magnetic signal interference?"

Hearing this strange electrical noise, Sousuke Araki reached out and turned the radio button to confirm that it was turned off.

"Zizzizi..."

After a while, that strange sound resounded in the car again.

"It's so noisy, is this radio broken?"

Sensing something was wrong, Sousuke Araki reached out and stroked the radio buttons one by one.

"Zizzizi...Everyone, welcome to the late-night quiz show..."

Before he could move his hand away, a low and hoarse female voice suddenly sounded in the car.

It made his fingers tremble.

The standard but impersonal Japanese and the tone with great atmosphere-building power are unique to those late-night radio hosts that Sosuke Araki usually listens to.

"Zizzi... The question and answer is about to begin... Are you ready for the answer?"

"Bastard, could it really be this broken radio that's been on the radio?"

On the dark highway, in the quiet carriage, hearing the sound of the radio program suddenly appearing, and looking at Uncle Watanabe, who seemed to be completely undisturbed by the sound and was sleeping soundly, Sousuke Araki's scalp felt numb.

"No, it's already confirmed that the radio is turned off. What the heck is going on..."

Just now, he deliberately touched the radio in an indescribable way, just to prevent the "hidden energy field lifeform" that does not have long eyes from harassing it.

It stands to reason that if there is really something in it, it should be resonated with the same frequency by himself as soon as possible, becoming a Buddha and ascending to a genius.

Could it be that the "same-frequency physique" that you are proud of has encountered a hidden energy field life form that you can't handle?

"Zizizi...now...start...the first question..."

"Do you really want to ask? 』

Just when Sousuke Araki was holding the steering wheel and felt uneasy, that strange voice sounded again.

"Zizzi... Excuse me... Now... Who is the person behind you?"

Slowly, slowly, in a tone that made goosebumps up your spine, the female voice asked the question that made Sousuke Araki suddenly turn around!

In the rear compartment, as always, it was dark and empty, and there was nothing unusual.

"What kind of ghost station is this, deliberately scaring people?!"

Realizing that he was driving, Sousuke Araki didn't dare to look at it, and turned his head immediately.

A slow-moving car happened to appear in the slow lane not far in front of him.

Sosuke Araki calmly crossed the lane and passed the car.

"asshole……"

Looking intently at the road ahead, he felt another fear in his heart.

If I hadn't turned around in time just now, I might have had a car accident.

"I want to see, where are you hiding?"

The timing of such a clever and resentful question made him extremely sure in his heart that there must be something going on in this **** radio station.

Thinking of this, Sousuke Araki lifted his blindfold in annoyance and glanced inside the cab with his peripheral vision.

The small cab is as usual, nothing unusual.

"Not in the car... Could it be that..."

Out of the corner of the eye, in the left rearview mirror, there seems to be an extra white thing than before.

When Araki Sosuke took a closer look, it was a white figure.

No matter how the vehicle moves forward and the roads on both sides fly back, this figure with long hair covering his face and invisible face always remains in the same position in the rearview mirror and never moves...

Because, the figure floating outside the car, like a hitchhiker, is reaching out and putting his hand on the connection between the cargo compartment and the head of the truck!

"That's right, you said it earlier."

Seeing this strange figure, Sousuke Araki breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he wore an eye patch on his left eye, he would only turn his head slightly and use his right eye to look at the left rearview mirror when needed, so he never noticed the abnormality there.

"I'd like to see how holy you are."

Just when he manipulated the button on the door and adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror, the voice of the "hostess" suddenly sounded in the car again.

"Zizizi... It's a pity that the audience didn't answer the question just now... Next, let's move on to the second question..."

With the long hair flying, through the rear-view mirror, you can clearly see that under the messy long hair is a "woman" with a distorted and rotten face.

Wisps of stout resentment, along with the strong wind brought by the truck, lingered on her body, and when she passed the vicinity of the cab, part of it was swept away by Sosuke Araki.

"Ahahaha... This voice, that's where it came from..."

Looking at the resentful spirit behind the car, who was beyond his reach and could not get in touch with the "same frequency", Sousuke Araki laughed palely.

This time, he saw it for real.

The creepy "radio sound" that made it impossible to concentrate on driving came from the mouth of the female resentful spirit, and somehow it was transmitted to the carriage.

Not only did the other party have a very professional and magnetic voice, but even the "ZizzZZ" electric noise was actually imitated by her using some kind of ventriloquist similar to "B-BOX"...

However, it is really difficult to touch the position of the other party's "hitchhiker" if he does not stop.

Even if the "wild wave" can be created in the body, it will probably be immediately dispersed by the airflow outside the car, making it difficult to accurately hit the target.

"How can you be so arrogant when you interfere with other people's serious work at will..."

Glancing fiercely at the resentful spirit outside the car, Sousuke Araki picked up the mineral water bottle on the car door and drank it in one gulp.

"Fortunately, there are still some in stock."

Then, he looked at the "hostess" outside the car with a wicked smile, opened his trousers, and used the "necessary on-board emergency skills for long-distance transport drivers" that Uncle Watanabe taught him before.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Zizizi... Excuse me..."

Ten seconds later, a column of yellow and rich water spewed backwards from the mineral water bottle sticking out of the window, causing the "hostess" to ask questions abruptly.

"It's been a long time since I've been nourished, so it's time for me to nourish it..."

Looking at the figure in the rearview mirror who couldn't continue "hitchhiking" because his hands were folded, and was glowing with fluorescence, Sosuke Araki wiped his hands with a tissue with a smile, and put on the blindfold handsomely.

"Ugh..."

At the moment when Sousuke Araki rolled up the window and focused on driving, there seemed to be the sound of something passing at high speed from the other side.

"kindness?"

Sousuke Araki followed the sound to look at ~lightnovelpub.net~ and saw a figure wearing a black cloth robe with white hair flying in the wind, appearing outside the window on Uncle Watanabe's side.

"No way..."

It was a white-haired mother-in-law with scary wrinkles, short stature, and blood-colored pupils in an old brown kimono.

At this moment, like a sprinter, she waved her hands and feet at a high frequency and ran along the guardrail on the side of the driveway at the exact same speed as the truck.

Although visually, it was as if she had been standing still beside the car window, motionless...

However, the hands and feet that were swung too hard, waved afterimages, and swung into a circle because of the rushing wind seemed unexpectedly inspirational.

Then, the mother-in-law turned her head to the side, opened her shriveled and toothless mouth, and said contemptuously to Sousuke Araki in a hoarse voice, "It's too slow..."

Ignoring her terrifying appearance, strange running posture and the current situation of both parties, this demeanor, this tone...

It reminded Sousuke Araki that back then, when he was a tyrant, he would go hand in hand with the other party before overtaking, making such a provocative sentence, and then suddenly speeding up and asking the other party to look at the taillights and eat the exhaust.

As a former cadre of the phoenix besaders, and the record holder of Harunayama's two rounds of downhill, he never thought that he would be told that one day.

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