I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hey……"

Mochizuki Ayano poked "Sousuke Araki" in the back with his hand through the quilt.

Professional habits told her that something seemed wrong.

The touch is not right...the sound is too quiet...there is no ups and downs of breathing...

Then, in the surprised eyes of Yuuma Yuu Tori, she roughly lifted Araki Sousuke's quilt.

"Sure enough..."

The quilt was empty except for three pillows wrapped together.

"Eh? I've been at the door... How did this guy run away... This is the second floor..."

The detective in charge of guarding the door was blank.

"There must be something wrong with this guy, otherwise he would run away with a guilty conscience... Sure enough, he is the person behind all this... Could it be that he is IBM700..."

Mochizuki Ayano, who was furious, immediately reasoned with her brows furrowed...

"Immediately issue a wanted order, and we must bring back that criminal-looking man!"

"Maybe I just went out for a walk..."

Seeing that Mochizuki Ayano, who has always been ruthless, began to run wild, the two hurriedly persuaded.

After all, after retrieving the consumption records and surveillance videos of VR action movies in the Internet cafe last night, it was fully proved that Sousuke Araki, who had been in the Internet cafe all day and just put on his pants, really just happened to appear there.

After waking up, Sousuke Araki also cooperated to accept the inquiry, conducted grievance and spiritual power testing, and signed the relevant "confidentiality agreement".

Therefore, in the eyes of the two, Araki Sosuke, who is not out of the ordinary, is just a good citizen who "assists in the investigation" and "acts bravely", and does not need special supervision like a criminal suspect.

"By the way, why don't you give him a call and ask..."

Having said that, the detective took out his cell phone.

"Too naive! A prisoner who absconded in fear of crime, how could he answer your call... By the way, call! Let the information team locate his mobile phone immediately, with that guy's IQ, he should have no anti-reconnaissance experience, and at most shut down, it is unexpected. To remove the battery..."

Mochizuki Ayano continued to run wild.

Unexpectedly, Sousuke Araki picked up the phone immediately.

"Hey, Araki-kun, can you hear me... It's so noisy over there... Where have you been? Didn't the hospital let you observe for a day before being discharged..."

The other end of the phone seemed to be very noisy, and the sound of heavy traffic could be heard.

After a few hurried words, the detective reluctantly hung up the phone.

"How about that, has that guy escaped to Yokohama port and is preparing to smuggle... In that case, it might be too late to contact the police station over there..."

Mochizuki Ayano asked immediately.

"Araki-kun is currently in Ikebukuro Chinatown, saying that he is preparing to have his hair done, and there is an important interview in the afternoon... By the way, he also said that after being 'electrotherapy' last night, there were no sequelae at all, but he felt the whole body for some unknown reason. It's very comfortable, so I won't go back to the hospital, and I asked us to help him get discharged from the hospital..."

The detective explained with a wry smile.

"How could it be possible... This guy must be using a lie to stabilize you... It would be more reassuring to capture him first..."

"Senior... Calm down... In the current situation, we have no position to issue a warrant against him..."

Looking at the chaotic ward, Yumako Tori quietly put down the flowers on the bedside, and silently retreated.

Since Mr. Araki is away, there is no need for her to stay long.

……

Toshima Ward, Ikebukuro Chinatown.

A suspicious looking man wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask walked into a hairdresser with a dilapidated revolving lantern at the door like a thief.

The interior space of the salon is extremely small, with only two seats, and the decoration still retains the style of the last century.

"welcome……"

Inside the store, a muscular owner with tattoos on his arms greeted lazily with a newspaper in his hand.

The full-page cover of the newspaper read the news that "the husband of the famous actress Yu Youmuki has cheated on him and has **** with many men and women".

In the small corner in the middle of the newspaper, the words "Ikebukuro police hunt down fugitives late at night and start a fierce gun battle" can still be seen faintly.

Seeing the man who entered the door dressed as a "wanted criminal", the uncle calmly held the scissors beside him.

"Uncle Mo..." The man greeted him in pure Longguo dialect.

"So... Sousuke?"

When the "suspicious" man took off his sunglasses and mask and saw his face clearly, the barber shop owner put the scissors back.

"Pfft... Your boy's hair, was it cut off with a knife after a fight with someone? It really saved a life..."

Seeing Sousuke Araki sitting in front of the mirror and taking off his hat, who looked like a "mouthless hair dryer", the barber shop owner couldn't help laughing.

The head of the plane, which he used to be proud of and heroic, now has no "head".

As if being run over by a lawn mower, there was only a neat sloping slit in front of his forehead.

"Uncle Mo, don't laugh, I've been unlucky recently. Hey, I have an interview in the afternoon, you can help me save it..."

"Hey, you... I'll try my best..."

Araki Sousuke had a melancholy expression on his face, and let Uncle Mo, who was holding back a smile, operate on his head.

From the time he woke up from the hospital to the present, the peaceful smiling face of Miss Sawada when she left is still clearly left in his mind.

He deeply regrets this beautiful neighbor who has only met a few times, but suffered "unfortunate" because of going astray and taking revenge on society.

This made him not in the mood to regret the plane head that he inherited from the former head of the Phoenix Runaways.

Hair can grow again after it's gone, but a person can't be resurrected after death. A dazzling life just disappears before his eyes.

Seeing each other's face for the first time turned out to be the last time.

He did not expect that today's Japan would take such a big risk even in the "telephone recruiting business".

It also made him more convinced ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Only with the ability to be self-reliant can he not be forced by life and bewitched by demons like Miss Sawada, and finally fall into the endless abyss.

This further motivated his hard-working heart.

So he slipped out of the hospital early in the morning to "do his hair".

What Kopei introduced in the afternoon, even if it is the job of delivering action movies to your door, you must find a way to win it!

This shop is located in the humble barber shop in Ikebukuro Chinatown, and he is a regular patron.

The owner of the shop, Uncle Mo, is from the Dragon Kingdom. He used to be a senior in Taoism. When he was most beautiful, he once served as the cadre assistant of Nu Luoquan.

After Mo Shujin washed his hands, he opened this dilapidated barber shop, specializing in the business of "brothers". He is good at trimming various hairstyles with criminal characteristics, such as explosive heads, airplane heads, oil heads, back heads, bald heads, and center points.

Inadvertently, you can always see that Uncle Mo's left hand has only half of his pinky finger.

Washing your hands in a golden basin doesn't come without any price.

Haircuts in Japan are very expensive, and ordinary cheap beauty salons are just ordinary trimming, often starting at 3,000 yen.

Here Uncle Mo, although there is no amiable service attitude of beauty shops, cokes, drinks or even umbrellas, there is no beauty salon shampooing massage service.

But the price is cheap and the shape is sharp.

Thinking so wildly, Sousuke Araki fell asleep on the chair again.

In his sleep, he seemed to see Miss Sawada lying in his arms again, struggling to tear off the **** mask...

you are really beautiful.

About an hour later, Sousuke Araki was shaken awake by Uncle Mo.

"Hey, Sousuke, look..."

He opened his sleepy eyes in confusion and looked at the mirror in front of him.