I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Chapter 31 The Sorrow of Natsume Chrysanthemum

While Araki Sousuke was still studying hard, the red-haired high school student Natsume Kikuto, the boss of the "Gongdao Dragon Group", was also studying hard in front of the computer like him.

"Damn it, I have already learned three rounds, why am I still in such a bad mood?"

Taking the tissue box, Natsume Kikuto's somewhat sunken face glowed with the light of a sage.

In his eyes, there was always a lack of three words: the meaning is hard to calm down.

"Damn Sousuke Araki, a mere convenience store clerk, dare to do such and such a thing to me...I want to post your photo on the 2CH forum..."

Last night, he was tortured all night by the convenience store clerk named Araki Sousuke who led the "Phoenix Runaway Group".

Until now, he is still shrouded in the shadow of that hell-like humiliating night, unable to extricate himself.

Of course, he only dared to talk.

The man whose words were full of crime and who was said to be the current head of the phoenix runaway group, named Ichimoto Miyako, threatened afterwards that if he saw any related composite photos on the Internet, he would come to the school to find him Trouble.

The swelling, pain and bruises on his face, as well as the hot chrysanthemum, were still constantly reminding him of the horror of that man.

At this moment, a post that no one cares about in the corner of the urban legend section attracted his attention.

"The "Hell communication" that can only be accessed at midnight. If you fill in the unsatisfied resentment here, the hell girl will appear and drive the person you hate into the abyss of hell..."

"Oh?" Natsume Kikuto glanced at the time, it was now 11:50 in the evening.

With the mood of giving it a try, he entered the URL in the browser according to the content of the post.

The browser then displays "The page cannot be opened".

Refreshed several times in a row, the same result.

"Cut, is it really a fake? Are you reluctant to do a prank website?" Natsume Juren was a little unwilling, even if he could vent his resentment on this meaningless prank website.

Just when he went to the bathroom and was about to turn off the computer and go to sleep, he saw the time in the lower right corner, which was exactly 11:59.

Subconsciously, he pressed F5 to refresh the webpage.

In the middle of the pitch-black page, a flame suddenly burned out, as if it jumped out of the screen.

Then, words such as "Your resentment, I will eliminate it" emerged.

"It's really opened. Is it just launched to match the spoof of that post?"

The webpage with a pure black background is extremely simple. Below the paragraph just now, there is only an input box and a button that says "Send".

"Are you entering your name here?"

Natsume Kikuto tried to write the words "Sousuke Araki" in the input box.

"Hmph, die, die, die, die."

The man's terrifying face appeared in his mind, his fingers holding the mouse trembled, and he clicked the "send message" button.

After the web page displayed the words "Your resentment, I have received it", there was no response.

"Is that all? I can't even bear to do a special effect, it's so boring..."

It's like a big stone thrown into the water hard, and it's disappointing that even a ripple doesn't appear.

Thinking of this, Natsume Chrysanthemum was ready to go to bed.

As soon as he turned around, he was already under a huge unknown giant tree.

Under the bloody sunset, the gray-black river flows silently, and the grass on the riverside sways slightly with the wind.

"You look for me."

Natsume Chrysanthemum turned his head, and a girl in black kimono was standing under the tree at some point.

Long black hair like a waterfall, a pale and beautiful face, and a pair of blood pupils staring at him quietly.

"I... Am I not in the room? You are... Is that legend true?"

Looking at the opponent's blood-colored pupils like an abyss, the strange kimono printed with Higan flowers, and the figures behind the girl whose faces could not be seen clearly, Natsume Chrysanthemum sat down on the grass in fright.

"Turn into the road."

Behind the girl, an old man in black with a straw hat blended into her back like a shadow.

Then, the girl took out a jet-black scarecrow tied with a red string from her hand, and handed it to Natsume Chrysanthemum.

"Take it."

Seeing that the girl was just holding out the scarecrow and didn't intend to harm herself, Natsume Chrysanthemum stood up tremblingly, and took the scarecrow from the other party.

"When you really want to take revenge, untie the red string on it. Untie the red string, which means you have formally reached a contract with me, and the person you hate will be exiled to hell in an instant."

The girl continued to speak calmly, maintaining her emotionless tone.

"Really...really?"

Hearing what the other party said, thinking of Araki Sousuke's flat face, Natsume Kikuto immediately cheered up.

"However, after avenging your hatred, you yourself have to pay the price... Curse others to harm yourself, and after reaching the contract, your soul will also fall into hell."

"I... I'm going to hell too?"

Looking at the scarecrow in his hand and the bloody red string on it, Natsume hesitated again.

"Of course, but after you die... your soul will not be able to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, but will forever suffer from pain and wandering in hell."

These words were still echoing in his ears, and Natsume Chrysanthemum had already returned to his room.

Only the scarecrow in his hand was left, telling him that all this is not fake.

"Death...after death, who cares so much about him... Araki Sousuke, die now!"

Without hesitation, Natsume Chrysanthemum immediately untied the red rope on the scarecrow.

"Complaints, in my ears..."

With the sound of an old male voice, the scarecrow in his hand disappeared.

"It turned out to be true?"

Natsume Chrysanthemum looked at the empty palm, and looked around.

"Hmph... Now, that guy should..."

In order to confirm the authenticity of all this, Natsume Kikuto took out another mobile phone and called Araki Sousuke.

Suddenly his eyes blurred, and the hell girl in black kimono appeared in front of him again.

"I'm sorry...the one you resent can't return to hell for the time being...but the contract has been reached. After you die, your soul will stay in hell."

"What? Isn't it the same as taking money and not doing things? You guys have no integrity?"

After being stunned for a while, Natsume Ju finally recalled the meaning of the other party's words.

"Please don't compare us with those artificial fakes that only follow the rules mechanically... Besides, the latest hell is really empty."

After saying this, the girl disappeared without warning, as if she had never been there before.

"Moxi, Moxi... who is it? Speak quickly, my uncle is immersed in the ocean of knowledge and cannot extricate himself."

On the other end of the phone, a man's impatient voice came.

There seemed to be a lot of excitement around the other party, and a woman kept screaming in a delicate voice.

"Beep beep beep..."

Natsume Kikuto pressed the hang up button with a dull expression.