Edogawa District, the home of the island.

Sitting on the chair in his room, Lu Dao Lian held a ballpoint pen and wrote and stopped on the notebook.

If you cannot gain a sense of existence in real interpersonal relationships, you need to gain a foothold in your own cognition and record what happens every day is something that must be done in love with the island. Only by writing down these boring or tedious things in detail can you feel that you are indeed living in a normal society.

As small as how many yen I spent in the supermarket to buy a few vegetables, as big as today’s things…

The fact that I destroyed a fairy with Mito classmate must be recorded.

However, in the diary, Island Love did not directly write down the existence of the fairy truthfully, but instead referred to the other party as a bad person with the Spring and Autumn style.

If the dirty things in the house are clear that they can see their existence, bad things will happen.

“Su ~”

The hanging mother reflected on the window glass, and even without the wind, she still swung slightly. The hemp rope, neck, clothes, and corpse-spotted feet were shaking slightly.

The Lost Island Lover didn't even dare to stay on his mother for a moment. He had to live an infinite cycle of seeing monsters - ignoring - seeing monsters every day.

【Without disturbing Mito classmate, go to the Shrine more often.】

【He is the same person as me.】

He ended today's record with two summary sentences, and then put down his diary and put down his ballpoint pen.

The night is long, but the island-lost love also resists sleep, because even in her sleep she will encounter danger.

"Crash."

However, there was a sound of water splashing and talking to several people downstairs, which was very special in the quiet streets.

“…”

Lushiro opened the window and looked at the night sky as if nothing had happened, but his eyes glanced downstairs.

Before confirming whether the sound was made by a human or a monster, she could not rashly focus on her attention, otherwise it would attract the attention of dirty things.

Witnesses and stays will attract dirty things.

"What are they going to do?"

Three men wearing sweatshirts and hoods gathered downstairs. Even if they didn't see their faces, I realized that it must be Sanqiao and the others.

Jidao's debt collection methods are not only openly blocking the door, but also many hidden methods.

Dumping garbage and feces at the door of the house, painting on the wall, and spraying dry powder foam into the house with a fire extinguisher. These methods have all encountered such island love.

Even calling the police is useless. The police will not deal with these "pranks". There are more important things for them, such as holding a one-day sheriff, or asking elementary school students to team up to visit the police station.

“…”

There is only oneself and her elderly grandmother at home, and she has no courage to go out to drive away the members of the Taoist society outside.

I wake up tomorrow morning and don’t know what more garbage will appear in front of my house. I still need to clean it myself if I lose the island.

Although life is hard, there will be a certain day when it will work. Isaiya is so convinced that it is like meeting Mito classmate, everything will be better in prosperity.

Just as grandma said, no matter how bastard they are, just don’t succumb to them.

But looking at the actions of the trio downstairs, Islamic Love gradually became a little panicked.

What they are holding... gasoline barrels?

It is already half past midnight, even if you look at the average person who sleeps late, it is time to go to bed.

The only drunkards wandering on the streets are drunkards. The most important thing in Tokyo’s nights is alcoholics. Most of the credits of the city that never sleeps is due to these people who place pressure and hope on alcohol.

"Sanqiao, you are very energetic today."

The two companions who were accompanied by Sanqiao were beaten up last time. Three high school students were beaten up in the alley by a high school student. The news that made everyone in the company laugh.

"I'm not full of energy one day. Hurry up. As long as we can settle the debts of this company, we can go up the next level in the group." Sanhashi Kazuya would not say that he was trying to live with a lady from a shower shop.

"It's not easy to do Yakuza. I would have studied hard if I had known it." Shimura shook his head and poured part of the gasoline out of the barrel.

The members of the Jidao are not as "happy and revenge" as ordinary people think. They also have to earn their wages from the group honestly every month, and the wages are pitifully small.

The lower-level team members have more than 100,000 yen per month, which is equivalent to the salary level of daily odd jobs.

"Even if your brain is rebuilt, you won't be able to get into college."

"It's okay to go to a short-term university, so that I can work in Tokyo after graduation. Maybe now, I already have my own small store, and maybe I have already bought a house with a loan."

"Perhaps your child is already in elementary school, right?"

"Crazy!"

Gasoline scattered on the ground.

The pungent smell seemed like a different dream, and the three gangsters began to discuss the unconceived path with interest.

It seems that ordinary people's life is good.

"That's enough."

The gasoline spreads to the ground by one square meter, which is not very large, but after it is burned, it will leave deep burn marks on the ground.

This is a means they use to scare people. Not to mention ignite them in front of their homes, they can also ignite them directly on the hood of the car when they are too much.

In the eyes of others, this approach is a bit stupid. After all, I dare not really use flames to burn the other party to death. Otherwise, the one who is unlucky afterwards will be the arson. All arson in Japanese law is a heavy sentence, and the crime of murder is not as good as intentional arson!

But just like other threats that Jidao Organization makes good use of.

Those debtors who were pulled into the van knew in their hearts that the Jidao organization would not kill them, but they would still lose their composure in a hurry. This is because they were blinded by fear.

"Spray a little more." Sanqiao connected the gasoline barrel and spread some on the ground like peeing. "The old woman was very hard, so she was scared by the more she got it."

"ignite."

"Crash!"

A little flame appeared on the edge of the gasoline and spread rapidly in less than a second. The whole pool of gasoline burned in a blink of an eye.

In the cold winter, the burning fire made the three of them feel the heat of summer.

The gangster who just said he was going back to the past and started his life again smiled and said, "What are we now, the little match girl? Give others warmth in winter?"

The flames turned the faces of several people red.

Unfortunately, they did not see their dreams in the ignited flames, but it seemed a bit strange to see the trend of the flames.

"It's wind blowing."

Sanqiao suddenly shivered, his eyes widened at the flames that suddenly rose.

As the north wind came, the flames rushed towards the corner of the wall uncontrollably.

"Damn!" Shimura was almost frightened by the flames and jumped backwards.
Chapter completed!