Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 66 Young people should exercise more

In Jia Yezi's home, in the living room, Jia Yezi's father was watching TV with the volume turned up to the maximum.

Jia Yezi carefully took off her shoes, trying not to make a sound, and quietly took the phone that Fu Jiang had bought for her back to her small room.

Little Black obediently followed at her feet. After she turned on the old desk lamp, it lay down on the ground, wagging its tail, and came closer to the side, curiously examining the phone in her hand.

The phones at that time weren't considered particularly attractive, but Jia Yezi still thought this phone was beautiful.

When Jia Yezi recalled the moment she lost her phone earlier that day, she was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the crowded people around her, regret, fear, confusion, and helplessness filled her mind.

Having never received help since childhood, she didn't even know who to ask for help when faced with such a situation.

He could only stand there blankly, letting his emotions fester, just like when he was being bullied, waiting for the storm to break.

When Fujang walked up to me, my first reaction wasn't to ask her for help, but rather that I was afraid she would dislike me because of this and drive me away.
If that were the case, I would never see Kasyapa again.
Recalling the scene where Fukie and Utakayo patiently stayed by her side, comforting her not to be afraid, Jia Yezi felt a warmth in her heart.

When Fujang pinched her cheek and complained, it felt like being lectured by an older sister.
What I remember most vividly is the sad look in Kasyapa's eyes as he looked at me because I was crying. I was so happy that Kasyapa was actually sad for me!
If I could keep crying, would Kasyapa-kun be able to keep watching me forever?
Although Fujiang pinched me hard, I wasn't scared at all; I was even a little happy.
That's wonderful! Fujang and Kasyapa didn't give up on themselves because of this.

That's really great!
Looking at my phone, I really want to call Kasyapa-kun, I really want to hear his voice.
Unable to suppress her longing, yet afraid to call Utakayo for fear of disturbing him, Kayo hid her phone under the cabinet where her laptop was.

Only in this way can they avoid being discovered by their father and mother and then being sold for money.

Jia Yezi took out her notebook and began to write in her diary on the bed.
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Today, my classmate Fujiang bought me a cell phone. I'm so happy! Thank you, Fujiang! Now I can call Jiaye-jun.
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I hate that person who stole my phone! I hate them so much! I wish there weren't such annoying people in the world!
It's such a pity today; I didn't get a chance to touch Kasyapa-kun.
I really want Kasyapa to touch me like he did last time.
Lost in thought, Jia Yezi, carrying her longing for Uta Kasyapa, lay on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.

Click!

Raindrops poured down with thunder, crushing Yoshino's fingers and leaving him severely injured. He lay trembling in his rented room.

The others who had previously called him brother had disappeared without a trace when he was captured.

A cold wind rushed in through the broken window, causing the already weak Yoshino to shiver. The damp air seeped through the gauze and seeped into the wound, sending waves of pain through her.

"You bitch, you bitch! I only stole a phone, why, why did you ruin my hand!"

"It's all Nagata's fault! If Nagata hadn't notified the Yakuza, if Nagato hadn't egged me on to invite him to have some fun, if that bitch hadn't just left her phone in her bag!"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!!"

Thick, sticky resentment wafted out of the window. Under the streetlight, a drenched evil spirit with hair like seaweed and stiff limbs noticed the place.

The evil spirit's purple feet stepped over the stairs, through the corridor, leaving large wet patches before arriving at Yoshino's doorstep.

Inside the room, Yoshino's painful and venomous curses and swears continued to emanate. Sensing the fragile flame of life within, the evil spirit's closed lips curled upwards until they covered its entire face.

Looking at the hole in the window, the evil spirit's body passed through the wall as if it were nothing and came to Yoshino, who was writhing restlessly on the bed like a maggot.

As he listened to his curses, the evil spirit's gaping mouth grew larger and larger until it completely covered its upper body.

However, just as it was about to swallow the Yoshino whole, the sky suddenly darkened, and the heavy rain stopped.

It was as if the sounds of the world had suddenly been swallowed up. As an evil spirit, it instantly sensed that its kind had arrived.

However, before it could release its aura to intimidate, a figure suddenly appeared behind it.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled the evil spirit, which instinctively turned to face it.

Pain, resentment, and distortion instantly filled its entire soul.

The evil spirit howled and tried to escape, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not break through the darkness before it.

Then, it could only curl its body up as much as possible to avoid attracting her attention.

While on the bed, Yoshino suddenly felt a strange chill.

It's just like that time when I was a kid and mischievously went into the icehouse.

No, that's not right!

The icebox wasn't so cold that it made me feel hot, and it felt like something was standing behind me.
Cold sweat streamed down Yoshino's forehead; fear overwhelmed the contractions.

Yoshino cautiously turned his head to look behind him.

He was a little confused, though, why could he see his own heels?
Why didn't my body turn around?
The next day, urgent knocking on the door broke the silence in the early morning.

"Yoshino, open the door and pay the rent for the first two months, or you can get the hell out of here!"

Bang bang bang!
There was a series of urgent knocks, followed by the key being inserted into the lock and twisted violently.

"Yoshino, how dare you not open the door for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the menacing landlord stared at Yoshino on the bed, his neck twisted behind his head, his chest completely ripped open, his body contorted like a boiled lobster, and blood and tissue splattered all over the room.

"what!!!"

Seeing the landlord scream and fall to the ground, in the past, a middle-aged man who had been so frightened that his soul was unstable would have been the most delicious food for evil spirits.

However, today, the evil spirit that was hiding behind the door was first stunned, and then crawled out of the door in terror, using both hands and feet.

Half an hour later, the police arrived at the scene and, seeing the horrific state of the house, all of them vomited.

Arriving late, the forensic doctor, holding a cup of coffee, laughed and mocked the group of greenhorns.

"Young people need to get more experience and grow stronger. If you don't experience more, do you even want to...f**k!"

The forensic doctor withdrew with a grim expression, took out his phone without saying a word, and began making calls to report the incident.

A few minutes later, police cars surrounded the area one after another, and Asahi Junbok, who had been exhausted both physically and mentally these past few days, returned to the scene.

(End of this chapter)