Tokyo, love before they become female ghosts

Inside the shrine, Takuya Hase looked at the home renovation workers who were highly motivated and efficient, and felt a little strange.

After the supernatural event occurred, the overtime culture that was once popular among capitalists worldwide was completely wiped out due to the high risks associated with night shifts.

Except for extremely special positions, there is no such thing as a night shift in most cases.

Even if night shifts are unavoidable, the protective measures for night shifts are becoming increasingly stringent.

This has led to a situation where many office workers dare not slack off, especially in the construction industry, where project deadlines are only getting shorter, not longer.

The old practice of working one day and then waiving for two has completely disappeared. The two wardrobes were moved in less than two hours.

With the cabinet in place, both women went to their own rooms.

Standing in front of her wardrobe, Jia Yezi smiled silently, her lips pursed.

Jia Yezi found an unopened clothes hanger and began to gather the clothes that were hanging on the wall and put them in the closet.

Especially this set of "Decisive Breasts" that Jia Yezi secretly asked the sales assistant to buy for her while carrying Takuya's back; she hid them in the far corner of her wardrobe along with her notebook.

Once all the clothes were in the wardrobe, Jia Yezi sat down inside with a dazed look in her eyes.

Xiao Hei jumped from the floor to its owner's side, tilting its head up to curiously examine the clothes hanging on the hangers.

Looking down at Xiao Hei sniffing around, Jia Yezi, leaning against the wardrobe, felt an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction.

A happy smile appeared on her fair and pretty face.

Stroking the little black dog beside her, Jia Yezi's mind went completely blank. She just sat there in the closet, staring blankly at her own room.

In Mako's room, she was also staring blankly at her large metal cabinet.

Clothes hung sparsely inside the open closet door.

When she first met Takuya Hase, the worn-out black vest and cargo pants she was wearing looked so out of place compared to the two brand-new outfits next to her.

Looking back at his room, he saw the table, chairs, and computer that Takuya Hase had gradually added.

After placing her fitness equipment next to the wardrobe, Mako sat down on the tatami mat, leaned against the wall, and gazed at the window opposite, lost in memories.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

"Please see if you need anything else..."

Before Takuya Hase could finish speaking, he noticed that Mako was only wearing black underwear and a military green short-sleeved shirt, and awkwardly turned his face away.

"This is pretty much your room. We'll give you anything else later..."

"Takuya."

Before he could finish speaking, Mako's calm call reached his ears.

Turning my head, I saw her gaze fixed on me, and her hand gesturing for me to sit down.

After thinking for a while, Hase Takuya went to sit down next to her.

The slightly scorching heat of their bodies emanated through the gap between their fingers in the summer heat, and Hase Takuya placed his hand on his knee to avoid touching her thigh.

"Want to hear a story?"

Before Hase Takuya could speak, Mako's calm voice rang out.

"My mother has mental illness, autism, and bipolar disorder."

"When she was three years old, my father took her and me to Tokyo."

"My father doesn't love her, nor does he love me."

"He loved her superpowers and academic achievements more than I did and my mother."

"I later found out that I was born out of wedlock, which is why my surname is Yamamura, not Ikuma."

"She didn't like to talk, so I also became less talkative."

"She rarely reacts to the outside world, and even her cooking is inconsistent."

"After being hungry for a long time, I also learned to cook."

"When she was seven, she got pregnant; it was a boy."

"It died when it was six months old."

"Then the condition worsened."

"She must love me, because if she didn't love me, she wouldn't pretend to be a normal person in front of him."

"Only in this way will she cooperate with him in the experiment, and only then will he pay her."

"Or perhaps she loves him more than she loves me? Because she only smiles in front of him."

"I have no idea."

"When he and she came back when I was eight years old, the atmosphere was very strange."

"He was smashing things, she was crying, and I was crying too."

"We later found out that the experiment had failed, he had become a fraud, and it was only natural that he abandoned us."

"Then she jumped into the Mihara-zan volcano and committed suicide, leaving me with my uncle."

"My uncle doesn't love me either, because I'm a nuisance and he thinks I eat too much."

"And then I talked even less."

"Someone like me is naturally not liked at school."

"Although I'm pretty, I'm also too tall."

"When I was ten years old, he came to pick me up, accompanied by my uncle."

"Experiment, read, experiment again, read again."

"I told him I was hungry, and he gave me a loaf of bread."

"I told him I was still hungry, and he slapped me."

"In the basement, there were many strange things, some like internal organs, some like offerings."

"He ordered me to eat, but I didn't want to, so he hit me."

"Then I ate it; some tasted bad, some tasted good."

"He wants me to have superpowers, I just want to be full."

"Then I showed off my superpowers, and he was very happy."

"But I still wasn't full. I told him I was hungry, and he still hit me."

"Then I killed him."

"I didn't know to do that, and he just died."

Takuya Hase's fists were already clenched, but not out of fear.

Mako turned her head to look at Hase Takuya, a certain emotion hidden deep in her calm eyes.

"Then the police came, and I went back to my uncle's house."

"I'm getting taller and more beautiful."

"Someone has taken a liking to me; my uncle and aunt want to sell me for money."

"Takuya."

"you say."

"I lied to you, I didn't even finish high school."

"..."

Takuya Hase pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Have you been wandering all this time?"

"Um."

"From age fifteen to twenty-five."

"Are they all on construction sites?"

"I've worked as a waiter and done part-time jobs, but I liked restaurant part-time jobs the most."

"Because the boss provides meals."

"But I never last long at any of them, and my boss always complained that I ate too much."

"call..."

Takuya Hase let out a sigh of relief.

"I won't."

"Um."

"Takuya."

"I am here."

Mako's gaze brushed past Hase Takuya's nose, landed on the large metal cabinet to his right, and then returned to his cheek.

"I don't want to be a homeless person anymore."

"If you want to kick me out, tell me in advance."

Takuya Hase turned to look at the vulnerability revealed in Mako's narrow eyes on her calm face, and Takuya Hase pursed his lips tightly.

"I won't kick you out."

Mako didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Then she opened her arms and gently hugged him.

She dared not exert any force because she knew she was very strong.

So she was very careful, as if she were embracing her own precious treasure.