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Chapter 45 Yoshihara Bubble Bath Late at Night
Chapter 45 Yoshihara Bubble Bath Late at Night
From midnight to midnight, Ms. Tazawa's high-heeled footsteps are the prelude.
The quiet Kuramae apartment became bustling as usual.
In the corridors of all floors of the apartment, the doors opened one by one "bang bang bang".
Gray and white figures with stiff movements came out of each door one after another.
These "people" of different dresses, appearances, and ages had pale, swollen, rotten faces, with dried blood, and died in various ways.
A short old man with twisted limbs and bones sticking out of his body.
A man in a white coat, missing from the neck up.
A short and thin middle-aged man with his throat cut, and a tall and strong middle-aged woman with his throat cut.
An old man with a wire wrapped around his neck.
A policeman with nails all over his body.
A gentle mature woman with no abnormal appearance.
And, as if they had encountered an explosion, they turned into dozens of pieces of flesh, barely gathering together and wriggling unknown people.
Even in Room 304, where Sousuke Araki had been, a short-haired woman with a rotten body, a long tongue sticking out, and a purple strangle mark on her neck walked out.
They lined up in a very orderly row and walked towards the stairwell.
Many "people" still hold an empty drink bottle with a post-it note in their hands.
"Swish".
The only elevator in the apartment opened the empty elevator door, starting from the fifth floor and going down, stopping floor by floor.
Every time they stop on one floor, there are gray and white figures entering the elevator numbly and orderly with a strange smile on their faces.
Finally, the densely packed elevators opened their doors on the first floor.
Dozens of figures walked out of the elevator quietly, and finally stopped in front of the door of Room 102.
Several faint whispers sounded in the corridor.
"Now... hold... a welcome meeting for new residents..."
"Huang...Mu-jun...it's your turn..."
At this moment, voices also sounded in the room diagonally opposite Araki Sousuke's room.
"Welcome party...Ji Xiang...will attend..."
It was the low and intermittent voice of a little girl.
"Ji Xiang is obedient, don't go out when it's too late... Dad is here, Dad will play with you."
If Araki Sousuke was here, he would definitely be able to hear the voice of that strange uncle who likes to peep through the crack of the door.
The densely packed gray figures in the corridor gently rang the doorbell very politely.
Inside the house, on the entrance wall, the electronic doorbell display lit up with the sound of "Zi Zi".
The screen was filled with several pale faces with stiff expressions and strange smiles.
It's a pity that Araki Sousuke at this time, with the help of alcohol and energy drinks, is immersed in a sweet dreamland and has no chance to appreciate it.
With a "squeak", the door lock of the room bounced slightly, and was blown open by a gust of wind.
"お邪魔します...(Excuse me)"
"excuse me……"
"excuse me……"
The gray figures slowly poured into the room very politely.
Every figure who stepped through the porch would say the same thing.
After a while, Sousuke Araki's small apartment was packed to the brim from the entrance to the living room.
Crowded in the true sense.
Because, even on the walls and ceilings, there are "people" crawling.
These dozens of men, women and children with hideous and strange appearances surrounded him two meters in front of him neatly and quietly, watching Araki Sousuke's "snoring performance" with their bloodshot eyes open. ".
"now you……"
"now you……"
Following the unanimous speech, everyone around Sosuke Araki showed "enthusiastic" smiles.
"Welcome meeting... begins..."
"Welcome……"
Whispering softly, they rushed forward enthusiastically, and the figures like a sea of corpses submerged Araki Sousuke layer upon layer.
In the center of the room, where Araki Sousuke was originally asleep, countless broken bodies of wraiths were piled up like a mountain, twisted and intertwined, wriggling happily.
There are white lights constantly shining in the gaps between the gray figures...
On weekdays, the Kuramae apartment, which was bustling at night, slowly began to become quiet.
Araki Sousuke had a very long dream.
In the dream, his good brother Ryoma Nijima invited him to the century-old Yoshihara Bubble Bath in Kabukicho First Street to "purify the body and mind".
The "scrubber" who served him had a good appearance and a hot figure.
Scrub every corner of his body with superb close-fitting techniques, without missing anything.
Not only is the strength just right, but the service time is also unusually long, which completely relaxes his tired body and fills him with energy.
At the end of the massage, just as Sousuke Araki, who was addicted to it and couldn't help himself, took out the money and strongly demanded an additional hour of "special service package"...
wake up.
Dreams are always broken at the best moment.
"This series...my series..."
Araki Sousuke opened his eyes, and the familiar ceiling of the apartment was still in sight.
Perhaps the massage effect in the dream continued into reality. Araki Sousuke only felt that his whole body was comfortable, his muscles and bones were sore, and even his strength seemed to be much stronger.
The complete opposite of the energetic body after waking up is the empty mind after waking up from a dream.
Just when he was struggling desperately to return to his dream by falling asleep, he heard a "squeak, creak" sound.
He got up and looked, and suddenly the ghosts froze.
The door of the room was open, swinging constantly with the breeze.
"Did you drink too much yesterday and didn't close the door properly? Or did a thief come in?"
Araki Sousuke immediately lost his doze and became vigilant.
Standing up, he closed the door first, and then looked around the room carefully.
After confirming that all the study materials and home appliances were there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Apart from these, he has nothing worth being stolen.
Picking up the phone, it was already 12:30 noon.
12 missed calls.
Among them, there are 7 Yamada Kengo and 5 Kotori Yumaumi.
"Couldn't it be, yesterday's shot was too heavy, and I beat Abe Temple's little boy into the hospital... I obviously saved some strength..."
Ignoring Kengo Yamada's call, Sosuke Araki immediately called Yumami Kotori back.
After all, it was an appointment to "eliminate spirits" (cheat money) together.
After making an appointment with Yumami Kotori on the phone to meet at the platform of the Odakyu Line in Shinjuku, Sosuke Araki tidied up a bit and went out.
In the dark corridor, the door of Room 103 slowly opened a crack.
The uncle still stuck one eye on the crack of the door, quietly staring at Sousuke Araki, who was closing the door, with some surprise in his eyes.
"Oh, good morning uncle."
Facing this infiltrating uncle who likes to stare at people in the crack of the door, Araki Sousuke greeted him indifferently.
He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of strange people. Although this uncle looks eerie, at least he is harmless, and he will not lose a piece of flesh if he looks at him twice.
The door of Room 103 was not closed until Sousuke Araki walked out of the apartment.
"As expected... do as you please... which one...is it my turn..."
There was a soft murmur from inside the door.
(End of this chapter)
From midnight to midnight, Ms. Tazawa's high-heeled footsteps are the prelude.
The quiet Kuramae apartment became bustling as usual.
In the corridors of all floors of the apartment, the doors opened one by one "bang bang bang".
Gray and white figures with stiff movements came out of each door one after another.
These "people" of different dresses, appearances, and ages had pale, swollen, rotten faces, with dried blood, and died in various ways.
A short old man with twisted limbs and bones sticking out of his body.
A man in a white coat, missing from the neck up.
A short and thin middle-aged man with his throat cut, and a tall and strong middle-aged woman with his throat cut.
An old man with a wire wrapped around his neck.
A policeman with nails all over his body.
A gentle mature woman with no abnormal appearance.
And, as if they had encountered an explosion, they turned into dozens of pieces of flesh, barely gathering together and wriggling unknown people.
Even in Room 304, where Sousuke Araki had been, a short-haired woman with a rotten body, a long tongue sticking out, and a purple strangle mark on her neck walked out.
They lined up in a very orderly row and walked towards the stairwell.
Many "people" still hold an empty drink bottle with a post-it note in their hands.
"Swish".
The only elevator in the apartment opened the empty elevator door, starting from the fifth floor and going down, stopping floor by floor.
Every time they stop on one floor, there are gray and white figures entering the elevator numbly and orderly with a strange smile on their faces.
Finally, the densely packed elevators opened their doors on the first floor.
Dozens of figures walked out of the elevator quietly, and finally stopped in front of the door of Room 102.
Several faint whispers sounded in the corridor.
"Now... hold... a welcome meeting for new residents..."
"Huang...Mu-jun...it's your turn..."
At this moment, voices also sounded in the room diagonally opposite Araki Sousuke's room.
"Welcome party...Ji Xiang...will attend..."
It was the low and intermittent voice of a little girl.
"Ji Xiang is obedient, don't go out when it's too late... Dad is here, Dad will play with you."
If Araki Sousuke was here, he would definitely be able to hear the voice of that strange uncle who likes to peep through the crack of the door.
The densely packed gray figures in the corridor gently rang the doorbell very politely.
Inside the house, on the entrance wall, the electronic doorbell display lit up with the sound of "Zi Zi".
The screen was filled with several pale faces with stiff expressions and strange smiles.
It's a pity that Araki Sousuke at this time, with the help of alcohol and energy drinks, is immersed in a sweet dreamland and has no chance to appreciate it.
With a "squeak", the door lock of the room bounced slightly, and was blown open by a gust of wind.
"お邪魔します...(Excuse me)"
"excuse me……"
"excuse me……"
The gray figures slowly poured into the room very politely.
Every figure who stepped through the porch would say the same thing.
After a while, Sousuke Araki's small apartment was packed to the brim from the entrance to the living room.
Crowded in the true sense.
Because, even on the walls and ceilings, there are "people" crawling.
These dozens of men, women and children with hideous and strange appearances surrounded him two meters in front of him neatly and quietly, watching Araki Sousuke's "snoring performance" with their bloodshot eyes open. ".
"now you……"
"now you……"
Following the unanimous speech, everyone around Sosuke Araki showed "enthusiastic" smiles.
"Welcome meeting... begins..."
"Welcome……"
Whispering softly, they rushed forward enthusiastically, and the figures like a sea of corpses submerged Araki Sousuke layer upon layer.
In the center of the room, where Araki Sousuke was originally asleep, countless broken bodies of wraiths were piled up like a mountain, twisted and intertwined, wriggling happily.
There are white lights constantly shining in the gaps between the gray figures...
On weekdays, the Kuramae apartment, which was bustling at night, slowly began to become quiet.
Araki Sousuke had a very long dream.
In the dream, his good brother Ryoma Nijima invited him to the century-old Yoshihara Bubble Bath in Kabukicho First Street to "purify the body and mind".
The "scrubber" who served him had a good appearance and a hot figure.
Scrub every corner of his body with superb close-fitting techniques, without missing anything.
Not only is the strength just right, but the service time is also unusually long, which completely relaxes his tired body and fills him with energy.
At the end of the massage, just as Sousuke Araki, who was addicted to it and couldn't help himself, took out the money and strongly demanded an additional hour of "special service package"...
wake up.
Dreams are always broken at the best moment.
"This series...my series..."
Araki Sousuke opened his eyes, and the familiar ceiling of the apartment was still in sight.
Perhaps the massage effect in the dream continued into reality. Araki Sousuke only felt that his whole body was comfortable, his muscles and bones were sore, and even his strength seemed to be much stronger.
The complete opposite of the energetic body after waking up is the empty mind after waking up from a dream.
Just when he was struggling desperately to return to his dream by falling asleep, he heard a "squeak, creak" sound.
He got up and looked, and suddenly the ghosts froze.
The door of the room was open, swinging constantly with the breeze.
"Did you drink too much yesterday and didn't close the door properly? Or did a thief come in?"
Araki Sousuke immediately lost his doze and became vigilant.
Standing up, he closed the door first, and then looked around the room carefully.
After confirming that all the study materials and home appliances were there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Apart from these, he has nothing worth being stolen.
Picking up the phone, it was already 12:30 noon.
12 missed calls.
Among them, there are 7 Yamada Kengo and 5 Kotori Yumaumi.
"Couldn't it be, yesterday's shot was too heavy, and I beat Abe Temple's little boy into the hospital... I obviously saved some strength..."
Ignoring Kengo Yamada's call, Sosuke Araki immediately called Yumami Kotori back.
After all, it was an appointment to "eliminate spirits" (cheat money) together.
After making an appointment with Yumami Kotori on the phone to meet at the platform of the Odakyu Line in Shinjuku, Sosuke Araki tidied up a bit and went out.
In the dark corridor, the door of Room 103 slowly opened a crack.
The uncle still stuck one eye on the crack of the door, quietly staring at Sousuke Araki, who was closing the door, with some surprise in his eyes.
"Oh, good morning uncle."
Facing this infiltrating uncle who likes to stare at people in the crack of the door, Araki Sousuke greeted him indifferently.
He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of strange people. Although this uncle looks eerie, at least he is harmless, and he will not lose a piece of flesh if he looks at him twice.
The door of Room 103 was not closed until Sousuke Araki walked out of the apartment.
"As expected... do as you please... which one...is it my turn..."
There was a soft murmur from inside the door.
(End of this chapter)
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