Toyoshima District, Tokyo.

In late autumn, midnight, a beautiful lady was standing under the street lights.

She wore a red coat, long hair was up to her waist, a wool scarf around her neck, and a white mask on her face.

The mask is a bit special, and looks thicker than the one sold on the market, and it looks more like the one brought by a surgeon in the operating room.

The dark blue light shone on the mask, and it was vaguely visible that the place where the woman was white and tender cheeks had two terrible wounds. The wounds slowly emerged from the edge of the mask and stopped until the ears.

Under the street light, you can even see the white teeth exposed under the wound, which are terrifying and weird.

The woman was laughing, touching the blood-covered wound.

It hurts like that, but she actually doesn't feel anything. After all, she has been away from this world for many years.

Now she doesn't care much.

I'm just curious about when "lucky people" will appear.

In this way, she could take off the mask that was almost suffocating from her face.

Then, I picked up the scissors and while admiring the panic from the lucky one, I performed a minor operation on his cute face...

Just as she was thinking about this, a strange cold wind suddenly blew from behind her.

At first she didn't care, and she was still curling her lips.

But soon, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually solidified, and there was a chill on her back.

Not only that, her body no longer knew when it started to become very stiff, like a popsicle.

This is the first time she has felt this way since she was called "Urban Legend".

It is better to be called panic than fear.

The air is becoming more and more depressing; behind it, it is becoming more and more cold...

Who is here?

What a coincidence?

Or a ghost?

The woman swallowed and spitted, feeling her throat was a little dry and painful.

She knew very well that no matter whether the other party was a fool or a ghost, it was not something that a small character like her could handle.

I am the one who serves as a slaughter, so can I be slaughtered?

She wanted to leave.

But at the moment, my damn body couldn't move at all.

Soon, she felt something was wrong-

In addition to the increasingly intense feeling of oppression, there was a clear sound of footsteps and a rhythmic breathing sound behind him.

These sounds, Yincha and ghosts, have always been disdainful to make them. That is, they are the little urban vengeful spirits who deliberately make them out to scare people.

Could it be that it wasn't a foolish ghost?

Just when she was puzzled, a man's figure had slowly entered the corner of her eyes.

There was no dark and dead air from the underworld on this man, nor could he smell the disgusting smell of Onmyoji.

It looks very...ordinary.

This man with a somewhat thin figure looks like he is about twenty-three or four years old.

A baseball cap, a green sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans, a black backpack and a long-handled umbrella behind.

Apart from ordinary, it is difficult to find a suitable adjective to describe such a person.

The man passed by her without stopping.

There was no intention of looking at her at all.

He left like this.

He treated the woman with the crack as air and ruthlessly threw her on the roadside.

The woman of the crack was staring blankly at his departure back, and cold sweat suddenly emerged, flowing uncontrollably towards the ups and downs in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, I was a little stunned and even a little inexplicably disappointed.

Just left...

Don't do anything to me?

"What do you think?"

The woman with a rip tip gave herself a disgusting look.

Then, I tried to move my shoulders and could feel that the pressure on my body was gradually decreasing.

The hand that was just secretly holding the scissors was still trembling.

In her opinion, the man looked a little handsome except for his side face, and he was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary. He didn't look like a powerful guy at all.

But it was such a guy who almost killed her if he just walked past her.

Thinking of this, the woman with goose bumps got again.

"If you have something to do with such a person, I'm afraid I don't know how to die."

Now, her body is free to move.

I thought it was better to leave.

However, just as she was about to turn around and leave, her feet suddenly stopped.

Those frightened eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the man's departure.

She saw that the man had not walked far away and suddenly stopped in front of the intersection ahead.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and entered the hotel next to him.

It was a hotel called "Shengben".

A three-story low building, yellow walls, and old-fashioned signboards.

Like that man, he is also ordinary.

But looking ordinary does not mean that it is really ordinary.

The woman of the Rift knows this very well.

She stared at the hotel and her eyebrows frowned a little.

She clearly saw-

On the second floor of the hotel, in the room under the colorful light sign, two thick black air were staring at it, eager to try it out.

………………………………

"I'm upset, is anyone here?"

"I was commissioned by Mr. Matsumoto to conduct a hotel sleep test assessment."

"Is anyone?"

In front of the hotel, Qing Anran whispered a few words to the store.

Through the glass door in front of him, he had already seen that there was no trace of light in the hall, and he looked like "no one at all".

He had guessed this before he came.

The reason why I wait for a while here is purely to make myself appear "more professional".

After waiting for a while, no one in the hotel responded. Qing Anran then squatted down and took out the hotel keys given to him by Mr. Matsumoto from a blue folder in his backpack.

However, he did not rush to open the door, but took out the "sleeper entrusting contract" in the file bag.

With the light of the mobile phone screen, I simply passed the contract again.

"Well, there is no problem with the commission information and signature."

After confirming it correctly, carefully put the contract, then insert the key into the floor lock at the bottom of the glass door.

Although I had an entrustment contract in hand, I always felt like I was a thief when I slipped into someone else's hotel in the middle of the night.

It can't help but make people feel nervous and...small excited.

When I opened the glass door, a faint smell of paint came to my nose.

I have to say that Mr. Matsumoto is quite generous in the decoration fee. Although the paint is not the best, it is also a brand that the public recognizes.

"After more than a month of wind, the smell of paint should not have much impact on the human body."

While comforting herself like this, Qing Anran looked for the switch in the hall.

When he came last time, he paid attention to the position of the switch, so he found it very quickly.

"Click."
To be continued...