The Exorcism Tale of Hachiman

Therefore, to this day, she is the only one living in the huge apartment.

"Today was quite unpleasant..."

Lying on the sofa, Yumiko Miura recalled her experiences of the day.

Hayato Hayama hasn't been able to play with her after school for a long time because of his recent competitions.

Without Hayato Hayama as his leader, his three henchmen, Miura, naturally wouldn't bother with him.

With Yui Yuigahama and Hina Ebina around, Miura wasn't exactly bored.

After all, just cleaning up after those two idiots took up a lot of her time.

But for some reason, the girls who had been secretly trying to bully Hina Ebina seemed to have been collectively intimidated and haven't bothered her lately.

Meanwhile, Yui Yuigahama has grown too independent and is planning to leave her side, recently focusing on Hachiman Hikigaya, that dead-eyed guy.

In the blink of an eye, Yumiko Miura realized that no one needed her.

"I don't feel like cooking today. I should have just bought a bento box at the convenience store on my way back..."

Her stomach was already rumbling in protest, but Miura Yumiko had no appetite at all.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, Miura Yumiko decided to just grab some snacks for dinner.

But the moment she opened the refrigerator, a huge human head suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Eh?"

Looking at the severed head in front of her, Miura Yumiko blinked in confusion.

Was it due to extreme fatigue causing hallucinations?

Thinking of this, Miura Yumiko rubbed her eyes hard, then looked up at the refrigerator again.

The head inside the refrigerator was staring at her with wide eyes.

"Are you kidding me? This kind of thing..."

He suddenly closed the refrigerator, then opened it again.

The normal refrigerator scene that Miura Yumiko expected did not appear. Instead, a hideous smile appeared on the face of the human head inside the refrigerator.

"run!"

Faced with this bizarre situation, Miura Yumiko did not collapse in fear like most women would.

Upon realizing that the head was smiling at her, she immediately closed the refrigerator door again and rushed towards the apartment exit.

"You can see me!"

Just as Miura Yumiko began to move, the refrigerator was suddenly pushed open by a human head.

Suddenly, a huge human head appeared in the living room, shouting in a language that Miura Yumiko couldn't understand, while controlling the head to roll towards her.

"What the hell is that?!"

The body, honed through regular tennis training, suddenly unleashed astonishing speed.

Before the heads arrived, Miura Yumiko opened the door and ran out into the hallway.

While she was still in shock and wondering what the human head was all about...

The head in the apartment walked straight through the wall and reappeared in front of her.

"Isn't it?"

Yumiko Miura's face showed disbelief as she watched the head roll toward her again. She quickly turned and rushed toward the stairwell.

17th floor, 16th floor, 15th floor...

Yumiko Miura ran quickly down the stairs, pursued relentlessly by the head of the person behind her, who occasionally let out a strange cry.

"What the hell is that?"

Panting heavily, Miura Yumiko ran as fast as she could, trying to guess the origin of the monster behind her.

As Miura Yumiko was thinking, a middle-aged man dressed as an office worker suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Run!"

Almost instinctively, Miura Yumiko issued a warning to the man.

"?"

Upon hearing Miura Yumiko's voice, the middle-aged man looked up, revealing a weary face.

When he saw Miura Yumiko rushing towards him, he hesitated for two seconds before leaning against the wall, giving most of the staircase space to the girl who was rushing down at high speed.

"Isn't he afraid of death?"

Seeing the man's actions, Miura Yumiko was filled with anxiety.

She didn't understand why the man stood so calmly after seeing the head behind her.

But in such an emergency, she didn't have time to think about anything else.

Seeing that the man showed no intention of running away, Miura Yumiko gritted her teeth and walked past him.

She had already given him the necessary reminders; it was the man's own choice not to run away!

However, after running down another floor, Miura Yumiko did not hear any screams from the man.

"what happened?"

Miura Yumiko wasn't intentionally cursing the man to die, but the size of the head behind him completely covered the entire stairwell, making it impossible for the man to survive!

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Miura turned around and looked behind him.

Beside the stair railing, a middle-aged man, completely unharmed, was looking down at her.

After noticing that their eyes met, the man shook his head at her, a regretful expression on his face.

He's alright?!

The news that the man was still alive made Miura completely ignore the expression on the man's face.

As he continued to flee downstairs, Miura began to ponder why the man was still alive.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into her mind.

Is all this just an illusion?

Boom!

As if sensing Miura Yumiko's thoughts, the head of the person who had been slowly following behind her suddenly leaped and slammed against her back onto the steps.

!!!

I'll die! I'll definitely die! If I get hit, I'll be turned into a pile of minced meat!

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Yumiko Miura's fear was instantly amplified many times over.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face...

Even so, her strong survival instinct drove Miura to continue fleeing downstairs, and the thrill of seeing people jumping over her made her run even faster!

Soon, the emergency exit door on the first floor came into Miura's view.

Looking at the gate, Miura seemed to see hope, and her pace quickened again, with a slight smile appearing on her face.

If she just goes through the fire door in front of her, she can escape through the hall into the street.

The nearest police station is only 300 meters away from her apartment. If she can escape into the police station, she will be saved!

Chapter 79 Excellent Neighbors

"what!"

Just as Miura pushed open the fire door and was about to rush out, a tall man suddenly appeared in front of her.

Unable to dodge in time, Miura could only watch helplessly as he crashed into the other person.

The expected impact did not materialize. Just as Miura Yumiko was about to collide with him, the man in the black suit took a step back and slightly turned his body to avoid the collision.

He then reached out his right hand, grabbed Miura Yumiko's slender yet resilient waist, and pulled her back.

"Are you OK?"

Once the girl in his arms had regained her footing and her face showed signs of shock, the man released her and took a few steps back to distance himself, a concerned look on his face.

"No, it's nothing..."

Yumiko Miura, who was in a hurry to escape, originally planned to thank the man and then continue to flee.

But when she looked up and saw the man's handsome face, she was immediately stunned.

How could there be a guy in the world more handsome than Hayama?

Looking at Miura, who was captivated by his appearance, the man revealed a confident and smug smile.

But he quickly suppressed that smile, replacing it with an expression of curiosity and worry.

"Did you run into some trouble? You were running so fast just now... You know, it's easy to get injured doing that."

"Ah, right!"

Upon hearing the man's reminder, Miura Yumiko instantly snapped back to reality.

That strange human head was still chasing after her, how could she be acting like a lovesick fool at such a crucial moment?!

wrong......

Just as Miura Yumiko was about to run away, she suddenly realized something.

From the moment she nearly bumped into the man in front of her until her infatuation ended, a full ten seconds had passed.

At that head's speed, it couldn't possibly be slower than me, which means...

His body began to tremble involuntarily.

Yumiko Miura forced herself to turn around and look behind her, her eyes widening in shock.

"Nothing?"

Looking at the empty doorway, Miura Yumiko began to doubt herself.