Chapter 280 No. 9
The temperature in Tokyo in winter is not very low, mostly hovering above zero degrees, but the damp and cold climate still makes people feel very uncomfortable, a bit like the south.
Tokyo at night is full of colorful lights. Many Japanese people have just entered their leisure time after get off work. Izakayas, pachinkos and even strange custom shops are all doing brisk business.
It was in this damp and cold wind that a figure kept leaping quickly between the tall buildings.
“Tokyo is really big.”
Feeling the cold wind blowing against his temples, Wang Yi looked down at the bustling streets and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
This girl Gu Qianqian is really good at running. It seems like she is constantly chasing various urban legends, and the locations are all over every corner of Tokyo, big and small.
Hospitals, abandoned houses, schools, artificial lakes, parks, toilets, and most of the places that can make Gu Qianqian feel sensitive are indeed vengeful spirits.
Twelve locations have been taken care of so far, of which only four are useless idiots, and eight are effective employees!
It is definitely a bumper harvest.
Moreover, Wang Yi would also visit the shrines that he had not visited last time. If there was a grass-headed god, he would also abduct him. This efficiency was much faster than the last time when he had someone accompany him while driving.
"Now there are only the last three places left, give it a surprise."
With one foot on the roof, Wang Yi leaped directly towards a lower building at least a hundred meters ahead.
The lightness and tailwind, combined with his strong physique, enabled him to land easily.
Standing on the roof railing, looking down at the bustling world of lights and feasting below, Wang Yi also felt a slight sense of alienation.
Even though I've been back in the real world for so long, I still feel like I can't fit in.
After all, the other world is mostly accompanied by the dead.
Then Wang Yi looked at a pachinko shop on the street. Sure enough, compared with other similar shops that were crowded with people, this shop's business was almost deserted. There must be something wrong.
"Vision"
Wang Yi whispered softly, with a faint blue light flickering in his eyes. He could see the gloomy atmosphere in the pachinko parlor under the night sky, which was gradually getting thicker.
This smell would most likely dissipate during the day, but the fact that it was starting to get stronger just as night fell indicated that the thing was nearby.
"Not bad, it wasn't a wasted trip."
Wang Yi took a look at the alley next to him, then jumped down. After landing, he untied the twisted cover, began to walk out of the alley, blended into the crowd, and walked towards the pachinko parlor in front.
Pachinko is a specialty store in Neon, also known as a pinball parlor. Before Neon DB became legal a few years later, Pachinko served as the core of this marginal business.
Neon now does not allow DB or this type of machine by law.
But these shop owners themselves are trying their best to circumvent it.
That kind of metal marbles is a precious metal, and the rewards are only marbles, not any money. However, there are two other stores next to the store. One can exchange these marbles for various gifts, and the other will recycle these gifts and exchange them for money. Finally, the marble store will recycle the marbles, thus completing the cycle.
The registered companies behind these three stores are different, thus circumventing relevant regulations.
Almost every pachinko parlor is packed with people, and nearly 10% of people in Japan play once a day!
Maybe it won't cost much at a time, but it will be a considerable amount when accumulated over time. The annual spending on pachinko in Japan is thirty times that of Las Vegas and twice the amount of Japan's automobile export trade.
You can imagine how large the proportion is and how huge the profits are.
Many stores are also influenced and even controlled by violent gangs in Japan.
Wang Yi arrived at the store entrance and could see through the transparent glass door that although there were many machines inside, there were only a few people sitting on them. There were also two young men with colorfully dyed hair standing listlessly by the side, looking a little haggard.
But after seeing Wang Yi coming, he still took the initiative to greet him.
"The guest is so handsome, just like the idol in Korea."
"Yeah, I'm a stick."
Wang Yi smiled casually, which made his younger brother look a little embarrassed.
"I came here to help you solve the problem this time. You have some dirty stuff here, right?"
This store is open 24 hours a day, so Wang Yi can do business here openly.
Anyway, the atmosphere of metaphysics is quite strong in Japan, so it’s no big deal.
Wang Yi's words also made the two of them stunned again. Then one of them turned back to call the boss, and the other stayed with Wang Yi.
"That's strange. Do shrines still have people from South Korea for exorcism?"
The little red-haired boy looked at Wang Yi strangely and scratched his head.
Wang Yi could still hear the little yellow-haired boy who went to call people saying, "Boss, the person you invited is here..."
Hearing this, Wang Yi naturally reacted a little. It turned out that the boss here wanted to hire someone.
But it's true. Because of the terrain in Japan, the probability of encountering dirty things is indeed higher than in China. Even with the occasional protection of the grass-headed god, the related customs are still quite strong among the people.
We can actually see this from the number of shrines. In addition to these, there are also many evil sects, which can often be seen in film and television works.
Not long after, a man in a suit who looked to be in his fifties and a little haggard appeared in front of Wang Yi.
The thick dark circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't gotten enough rest recently.
"Ah, thank you for coming, Onmyoji. You came a little earlier than the agreed time, so I'm sorry that I couldn't come out to greet you."
"I'm not the person you're looking for. I came here on my own because I felt the smell here."
Wang Yi explained, which made the boss stunned and then seemed a little hesitant.
After all, he has already hired someone. If the professionals who come to deal with the situation see that there are still people there, will they think that I am disrespecting him?
I went to an old shrine, which is said to have been passed down the tradition of Onmyoji. This...
"It's enough to solve the problem, isn't it?"
Wang Yi looked at the pinball machine with the strongest smell of death and walked over to knock on it.
"Has anyone ever died in front of this machine?"
Wang Yi found the faulty machine directly and confirmed it, which immediately convinced the boss. He quickly ran over and said,
"Yes, yes. Since then, our store seems be cursed. All the machines seem to have problems. They are completely inconsistent with the probabilities set in the program. There is no problem repairing the machines. If this continues, no customers will come..."
In fact, this is the situation in the store now. Apart from a few of their own people, those who are still "playing" on the machine are all people hired by the boss, but it is still useless. The probability of this machine is too weird.
These words made Wang Yi feel a little speechless.
It seems that the boss is more afraid of the store having no business than the dirty things.
But it seems so. The ability of ordinary vengeful spirits to interfere with the world is quite limited. It is good enough that the other party can continue to influence the beads. Maybe the vengeance is also on the machine...
