Chapter 343
343 – [OVA] Exorcist Ninja Kim Yoo-Seong
The next day.
We arrived at the two-story wooden apartment where our client, Mr. Miura, lives.
“Hmm. It’s a pretty familiar structure.”
“Did the apartment where Senior Fuma once lived feel like this?”
“If I had to be honest, it was an older place than this place. It was built more than 30 years ago.”
“Did you experience any inconveniences while living there? Wooden buildings are not soundproofed well.”
“It was better than I thought. In the first place, I was at school most of the day, and at night I went outside for part-time work or exorcism, so it was literally a place to sleep.”
Saying that, Mr. Fuma first started climbing the steel stairs of the apartment and asked me as if he had remembered it too late.
“Now that I think about it, what size house did you say the client lives in?”
“Room 203.”
“So it’s the third room from the hallway?”
Mr. Fuma muttered like that, checked the lake in front of the door, and stopped in front of room 203, our destination.
Ding dong!
When I pressed the call bell, I immediately heard a crunching sound and footsteps coming from inside the house.
Crash!
“Welcome!”
Soon after, the person who opened the front door and came out was Mr. Miura, whom I had seen yesterday.
“Hello.”
When I said that and lowered her head, Miura looked a little scared, but she soon opened the door wide.
“Excuse me.”
Eventually, Fuma-senpai and I took off her shoes and walked into her house.
***
The house where Mr. Miura lived was a narrow studio room with four and a half tatami mats.
This is a place where college students who have just moved to Seoul or those who are new to society without money can live here.
“It’s shabby, but please sit anywhere.”
While saying that, Miura brought me an animal-shaped cushion and brought me three cups of instant green tea from her kitchen.
“Thank you.”
We each received a teacup from Mr. Miura and waited for the owner, Mr. Miura, to take a seat.
Eventually, Mr. Miura, who had been busy walking around, sat down, and senior Fuma, who was in charge of negotiations, opened his mouth.
“Did the same thing happen last night?”
Then Mr. Miura nodded, wrapping one arm around him.
“Yes. Actually, I felt it just a little while ago.”
“Then at least it doesn’t seem like it was an illusion or something I felt because I was tired.”
As Fuma-senpai said that, she took a sip of tea and looked around the house.
“How long has this apartment been built?”
Then Miura answered by pointing her finger.
“As far as I know, it’s been about 10 years. I signed a contract because it’s a relatively new apartment complex in this area.”
“Are you saying that people who lived before also had the same experience?”
“No, I didn’t hear anything like that. I was wondering if the real estate agent was lying, so I asked my neighbors, and they all said they hadn’t heard anything like that.”
“Then there is no possibility that it was Jibakryeong. Perhaps it was an external factor… A strange phenomenon occurred when Mr. Miura started living in this house.”
“… Are you possessed by a ghost or something?”
“No, I can’t say that. I can’t feel any other sign of him from Miura-san’s body. Even if there were, he would have been overwhelmed by the energy of the person next to me and would have run away right away.”
When Mr. Fuma suddenly mentioned me, Mr. Miura naturally shifted his gaze to the side and in the process made eye contact with me, he started and lowered his eyes.
… Even though I didn’t do anything, I felt like I was harassing a small animal.
“Have you touched anything strange or picked up an abandoned object recently?”
“No. In fact, I even threw away the things I had when I moved in.”
“Hmm… Then it looks like there’s nothing at home that could be a clue.”
“… Would it be difficult to exorcise?”
After listening to the skeptical Fuma-senpai, Miura looked anxious and Fuma-senpai shook his head.
“For now, I will stay with you until you can feel those gazes. Only then will I be able to judge something.”
“I see.”
“Oh, the green tea is delicious. By the way, can I refill it?”
“… Wait a minute.”
At times like this, I envy Senior Fuma’s shamelessness in being able to feel shame comfortable as if it were his own home his his, even shame though he came to someone else’s home.
Thinking like that, I sat upright and looked inside the pink decorated house.
Overall, it feels like a room where a woman lives, which men vaguely imagine.
It was well cleaned, and if I wasn’t in a bad mood, it seemed to smell nice.
It was completely different from Mr. Fuma’s studio apartment, which had an overall bleak feel.
‘Even if it’s the same square footage, the interior can vary to this extent depending on who lives there…’
It was when I took a sip of tea with such carefree thoughts.
Thing!
Suddenly I felt eyes on me.
“This is…”
Perhaps Senpai Fuma felt the same way, as she looked at my face.
On the other hand, Mr. Miura, who was in the kitchen, came holding a teacup with a puzzled expression, probably because he didn’t feel the gaze.
“What happened?”
It was I who answered that question.
“It seems like what Miura said is right. We just felt strange stares, too.”
“Do I really have to say it’s like a pervert peeking into the women’s locker room?”
Then Mr. Miura started and hurriedly sat down in front of the table.
“That’s right! That’s it! There’s something in this house after all?!”
Then Fuma-senpai nodded and slowly stood up.
“There was definitely something there, but in this case… “
Then he walked towards the male idol poster hanging on the wall and said.
“It seems like the work of a human being, not a ghost.”
Sure!
When I removed the male idol poster, what I saw underneath was a small hole the size of a human finger.
At that moment, a rattling sound was heard from the room next door.
“Let’s go!”
After shouting that, I hurriedly got up and went outside.
Then, I saw the shadow of a man running down the steel stairs.
“Where!”
Since I didn’t have much time to go down the stairs, I jumped over the iron fence and jumped down from the second floor, grabbing the shoulder of a man wearing a hat.
“Pfft!”
Then the man clicked his tongue and turned around, brandishing something shiny. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a knife.
“You can’t swing something like this at someone in a dangerous way.”
However, it seemed to me that the attack was slow enough to make me yawn, so I caught the knife’s blade with my middle and index fingers without even blinking, and then broke the man’s arm and kicked his leg.
“aaah!”
Then the man falls to the floor with a desperate scream.
“It’s a big deal.”
I said that and tried to tie the man’s wrists with a cable tie, but when I saw the man complaining of pain even after his hands were tied, I broke into a cold sweat and asked.
“It’s terrible, right?”
I touched my leg just in case, and found the femur moving freely.
“…”
I hurriedly put the leg bone back in so no one would see.
***
This is the story after that.
Piyong! Piyong! Piyong!
The man who had been peeking into Miura’s room through a hole in the wall was caught by the police. His identity was found out through the apartment manager, and he was a resident of room 201, who lived in the same apartment as Miura.
Having lived in this wooden apartment for a long time, he noticed that there was a hole in the wall of the vacant room 204 that could not be seen at first glance, and he must have been spying on Mr. Miura’s room day and night.
Although it was a misdemeanor, it seemed difficult for him to avoid punishment because he was caught at the scene and the crime was so serious.
“Thank you. It couldn’t have been the work of a ghost or a monster, but a person.”
“Haha, that’s possible. People often get mistaken.”
As Fuma-senpai said that and gave a business smile, Mr. Miura took out his wallet and took out three bills with Mr. Yukichi on them.
“This is the promised reward. Thank you for your hard work today.”
“Thank you. If something like this happens again in the future, please use our Huma Psychic Office.”
“Yes! Welcome in!”
After seeing off Miura, we headed back to Akihabara to help run the cafe, which was still open.
***
Room 204 at that time.
Hehe, you idiots.]
The samurai-looking ghost that appeared in the closet muttered that and looked out the window at the scenery.
In fact, it was he who had been spying on the woman in room 203 for almost a month.
It’s already been 300 years since he died.
As time passed, during the Edo period, new buildings gradually began to be built in this area, which was originally a tomb area, and even traces of its existence have now completely disappeared.
One day, love suddenly came to him as he spent time as a friend and watched the human world go by smoothly.
Asami Miura.
A woman who resembles the second daughter of the rice shop that was his first love.
Although I was unable to find love because I died on the battlefield when I was alive, now that I am a ghost, those limitations have long since disappeared.
Therefore, whenever she had time, she observed her her beloved, her Asami.
[I never thought they would call an exorcist because of that.]
Over the past few days, he has been showing a lot of anxiety while staying at home, so we finally had to call an exorcist.
‘That man looked incredibly strong.’
But his fine hair was extraordinary.
Since he had not lived in his form for over 300 years, he implemented a plan to use the man living in room 201 to create a fake criminal.
And the plan worked brilliantly, and the man in room 201, not the real culprit himself, was caught, and he, who was cleared of the charges, was now free to observe Asami’s daily life
Hehe, you can’t interfere with my love now.]
It was the moment when the samurai ghost, with a sinister expression, stuck his head out over the wall to spy on Asami, who had returned to her room in peace, giving off an atmosphere of darkness.
“Look. I’m right, right?”
“…It’s unthinkable. I never thought the real culprit would be there.”
The exorcist duo, who thought they had safely returned home, were still in their beloved Asami’s room.
[What?!]
“Why are you so surprised? You didn’t think we would fall for that shallow trick, right?”
As the male exorcist said this and placed a prayer bead on his right fist, the samurai ghost sensed his danger signal and hurriedly tried to put his head behind the wall.
Pababag!
However, when the shuriken flew like a flash of lightning and stuck around the neck, creating a circular magic circle, the samurai ghost realized that he could no longer move.
[Now, wait a minute!]
“If it gets too hard, ring the bell.”
Then the female exorcist next to her covered her mouth and smiled quietly.
“Hehe, that’s funny. Kim Yu-seong. This isn’t any other bus.”
[Quaaagh!]
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