Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

At 10 p.m., the streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo, are filled with drunkards. Most of these people are unhappy with their lives. After all, with the bursting of the economic bubble, pay cuts and unemployment have long been the norm for the Japanese people, and many people turn to alcohol to drown their sorrows after losing their jobs.

Shunsuke Hosokawa wasn't one of them, but he too got himself completely drunk...

He worked at a new type of internet company. At that time, the concept of an internet company had not yet emerged, so it would be more accurate to call it a technology company. Hosokawa Shunsuke was one of them. Because there was a shortage of technical talent at that time, he did not have to worry about losing his job.

But despite not being worried, his salary wasn't that much higher...

Capitalists are a bunch of wicked vampires; they will only exploit you relentlessly and will never think of giving you any profit.

While skilled workers are rare, there are unemployed people everywhere these days. You're lucky if you have any job at all, let alone expect a high salary? Then take a look at how many internet technology companies there are in Tokyo, and see if they'd even hire you.

It's really hard to say, since these companies still retain Japan's traditional lifetime employment system.

Hosokawa Shunsuke dared not resign, but his salary was not enough to pay for his daughter's medical treatment. In despair, he even considered stealing or robbing—his daughter's condition could not be delayed any longer, and the doctor asserted that with the current level of medical care, she had at most two more months to live.

Unless a different treatment method is chosen, or an organ transplant is available...

Regardless of the method, the economic pressure on Hosokawa Shunsuke is immense.

That's why, after seeing Tomie Kawakami's post, he had the idea of ​​selling his life to her.

Unfortunately, it seems they still haven't been able to sell them.

Just as he was getting drunk and staggering home, he heard the landline ringing in the living room. He groggily answered it, but instead of good news, he heard a cold voice from the hospital:

"Mr. Hosokawa, your daughter's condition seems to be at risk of further deterioration. Please come to the hospital tomorrow morning."

"The attending physician is ready to consult with other specialists, and we need your presence to understand the patient's specific condition in detail."

The other person's voice was very cold, carrying a hint of indifference.

After hearing this, Hosokawa Shunsuke froze on the spot, speechless.

Expert consultations cost money, and worsening conditions also cost money.

Even though he is engaged in a job with a promising future, he has not yet fully caught the wave of success. For most ordinary people, a serious illness is enough to bankrupt the entire family, let alone a single-parent family like Hosokawa Shunsuke's, who has no relatives to help him.

In an instant, despair overwhelmed him.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the moldy ceiling, his mind a complete void.

What should I do?

Without money, my daughter will only be left to die.

But that was his own daughter. His wife had told him before she passed away that he must take good care of her.

If he couldn't even do something like this, would he still have the dignity of being a father? How could he face the disappointed expressions of his wife and daughters after he died? Just thinking about it made Hosokawa Shunsuke's mind nearly collapse.

There are reasons why Japan has a high suicide rate.

If you delve deeper into the lives of the country's lower and middle classes, you'll find that their lives are filled with various forms of repression. Coupled with the current economic downturn, people have to queue up to jump off rooftops, and the cardboard boxes in parks are filled with numb and lifeless faces.

Although Hosokawa Shunsuke hasn't reached that point yet, he's already burdened with all sorts of responsibilities, and he's practically a walking corpse.

"This is really..."

He stared at the ceiling, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh.

"There's really no other way."

He seemed to be sighing, or perhaps talking in his sleep.

But the image of a close friend who committed suicide by burning charcoal with his wife and children involuntarily surfaced in my mind—this friend worked in the financial industry and had secretly run a front-running scheme. Needless to say, the financial situation in recent years has been bleak.

Not everyone is as lucky as the Kawakami family, who managed to convert their assets into foreign currency by sheer luck, avoiding all the wrong answers.

After going bankrupt and unable to repay his debts, that friend committed suicide along with his entire family.

In the past, Hosokawa Shunsuke never understood why the other party would do such a thing. Even if he was unable to repay the debt and felt desperate, he should at least have left behind his wife and children, who were innocent.

But now Hosokawa Shunsuke vaguely understands that these are all choices he has no other option but to make.

Doesn't he want to live a good life?

Doesn't his daughter want to live a good life?

But when faced with an unjust fate, ordinary people are like those who have fallen into the ocean, struggling in vain.

In the end, they will inevitably drown in the same sea.

"Really, there's really no other way..."

"Meihui, I'm so sorry." He covered his face, letting tears slip through his fingers.

Now that things have come to this, he only has one option: to steal and rob.

He had this idea before, which is why he secretly built a homemade gun—but he also knew that it would be a miracle if his creation could even fire, let alone be used for robbery...

This was an unrealistic option from the start.

Hosokawa Shunsuke was in great pain and lay on the ground for a long time until the beer he had drunk turned into urine and his bladder was about to burst. Only then did he get up in a daze and go to the bathroom.

When he returned, he seemed to have figured things out.

Although his face remained numb, he still clung to the hope of survival, so he subconsciously turned on the radio.

Trying to make the room more lively by listening to late-night radio might make you feel much better.

"Sasasa..."

A burst of noise came from the radio first.

But after Hosokawa Shunsuke fiddled with it a few times, he soon picked up a late-night radio program on a certain television station.

The female host's voice sounded somewhat soothing, as if it could bring vitality to people—these late-night radio stations are generally emotional dumping grounds, where many frustrated people vent their dissatisfaction through radio stations that allow phone interviews.

One of the purposes of radio programs is to provide relief and support to these people, as this is the only way to maintain listenership.

But Hosokawa Shunsuke clearly didn't expect that the radio station he turned on today seemed to be a bit strange.

All that could be heard from the radio was the female host's laughter:

"What our listeners may not know is that Mr. Kuroki, who spoke to us on the phone just a couple of days ago, has seen his wife's health improve significantly. This is actually related to the 'spiritual healing therapy' I mentioned earlier..."