"The subways and sewers all over Tokyo's underground cover up Yang Shi's crimes and accumulate a lot of grievances. It is very easy to breed grievances and other existences."

Compared to Sousuke Araki's astonishment, Tori Yumayumi didn't show any surprise.

"Even the most experienced spirit remover is extremely shy about going deep into such places..."

Turning a corner, her eyes narrowed slightly, and several talisman papers appeared between her fingers: "It should be right in front."

What appeared in the sight of the two was an iron fence temporarily welded and sealed.

Behind the iron fence is a dark and deep pedestrian passage that can't be seen at a glance.

In the darkness, Araki Sosuke's left eye golden pupil shone with a strange light like a beast.

And in the depths of that golden pupil, a wisp of pure white flame appeared and disappeared from time to time.

As soon as he turned his head, Yumayuki's gaze was firmly absorbed by the lustre in his eyes, and he felt that the world was spinning and he didn't know where he was.

"Try not to look at my left eye, I can't control this force yet."

Sousuke Araki closed his left eye, and after awakening the absent-minded girl, he stretched out his hand and pointed to somewhere behind the fence...

"There…"

"The grievances around are flowing there."

The abnormal flow of resentment indicates that there is an existence that can absorb and influence resentment in that direction.

Tori Yumayumi tried to pull on the iron fence, but found that it didn't move.

"Is it locked? It looks like someone from the subway company will come over..."

"Crack."

Before she could finish her words, the iron fence had been ruthlessly pulled by Araki Sosuke, and with a miserable attitude gave way enough for the two of them to pass.

"Let's do it quickly, try to provide as many 'services' as possible tonight... After all, this stout guy around my waist can eat very well."

Taking the lead, Sousuke Araki entered the passage without hesitation.

"…Ok."

Looking at the "public property" that was twisted into a twist and completely deformed beside her, the girl raised her eyebrows, followed Araki Sosuke silently, and entered the passage where she could not see her fingers.

The passage that can't reach five fingers can be seen from Araki Sousuke's left eye, but it is bright like daytime.

Occasionally blue light flickered in Xiaoniao Yuzhengong's eyes, apparently there was some kind of secret technique to enhance spiritual vision.

As they moved forward silently, a row of coin-operated temporary storage lockers covered with dark red rust appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

This kind of locker can be seen everywhere in the subway in Japan. It does not need to verify the identity. It only needs to insert a coin and set a one-time password to use it. The larger one can even put down a 28-inch suitcase.

"It was this locker that found the body, right?"

Looking at the row of lockers wrapped in heavy grievances and with irresistible blood stains left in the rust, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"...It seems that the commission from the Metropolitan Police Department was not given indiscriminately."

I originally thought that it would take a little time and explore the traces of resentment.

Unexpectedly, the existence here does not seem to have any hidden plans at all.

"Those who know how to hide their tracks are basically resentful spirits or weirdos with a level [one] or higher."

Tori Yumayumi earnestly and meticulously explained to Sosuke Araki, who was "the first legal extermination of spirits".

"The vast majority of resentful spirits linger at the end of their lives or where their resentments are condensed, and they do not hide their consciousness..."

"Bang... bang... bang..."

It seemed to sense the approach of the two of them, and the row of lockers with more than ten grids made a dense drum-beating sound at the same time.

It's like, something, wants to rush out of it.

"Come on, no matter what kind of hungry grievances are, let the spirit remover (apprentice) Sousuke Araki provide you with top-level 'door-to-door Buddhahood' services, and the fee is only for the white light spots in your body. Just fine!"

Just when Sosuke Araki was doing psychological construction and preparing to fight the existence inside...

"I'm tired of guarding the children."

"After the Obon Festival, the snow fell."

"The child is crying, Obon is coming."

"But what is there to be happy about?"

"No new clothes and no belts."

"The child is always crying, it's so hard to guard."

"One back is one day, and people are getting thinner and thinner."

"I really want to go out as soon as possible and get out of this ghost place."

A woman's magnetic voice hummed a distant and serene nursery rhyme, which echoed repeatedly in the passage.

As the singing sounded, the tin locker fell silent.

"Wow…"

From time to time, you can hear the shrill cries of babies.

"This song is very familiar, it seems to be..."

"That's right, it's "The Son of Bamboo Field"."

The two looked at each other and at the same time heard this well-known folk song.

"Children of Takeda" is a folk song adapted from a village called Takeda in Kyoto.

Because of its beautiful and mournful tunes and the singing of various bands, it only took three years to become popular in Japan.

However, because the title and content of the song touched on socially sensitive issues about the tribal minorities in the Kyoto area, it was banned by the Japanese government from the 1970s to the 1990s, and then it began to be sung by Japanese children and included in various nursery rhymes selections. .

"Quick... let's go..."

At the same time, the woman's desolate, intermittent, and scalp-tingling voice came from their ears. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"While this child... asleep..."

"Excuse me, where are you?"

Feeling that the owner of the voice is not hostile, Yumayumi Kotori tries to communicate.

"We...are here to help..."

However, the other party didn't answer her question, and just continued to hum and sang, "Children of Takeda".

"Come on, she's in the biggest cabinet."

Araki Sousuke walked to the locker wrapped in strong resentment without hesitation.

As he approached, the resentment on the locker quickly flowed into his body as if it had encountered an industrial exhaust fan.

The low-pitched song became more and more powerless, and finally stopped abruptly.

"Wow!!"

Before he could get close, the baby's shrill cry resounded abruptly through the dark passage and echoed repeatedly.

The witch robe on Xiaoniao Yuzhengong's body was automatically free of wind, and the spiritual power of the orchid surged through it, spontaneously resisting the cry that was enough to make ordinary people kneel.

"Crack…Crack…Crack…Crack…”

The iron doors of the dilapidated lockers opened one by one, knocking repeatedly on the lockers.

Scarlet blood flowed slowly from the cabinets, like several small waterfalls.

Countless dark red stumps and internal organs, like exhibits on display, slowly wriggled in each cabinet.

"This death form should be the previous victim..."

Seeing this tragic scene, Xiao Niao Yuzhengong frowned slightly.

The case information and the scene in front of him that he had checked before gradually overlapped in his mind.

"So, is she being enslaved by the resentful spirits here?"

"crunch..."

At the same time, the largest locker, which is large enough to hold a suitcase, slowly opened on its own with the sour rust sound.