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"Help you?" Ito shook his head. "This is a crucial opportunity to build a close relationship with the author of 'The Girl's Cry'."

A one-sided perception of intimacy in the relationship.

"If you're willing to help me, I can let you choose any one of these devices!"

Xinye's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally earnest.

Ito stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Shinno, who was standing straight.

Is this really true?

Chapter 119 Miss 'Corpse'

"As long as Ito can bring those instruments back."

Seeing how readily the other party agreed, Ito became suspicious. He was able to lend his instrument to someone, but now he seemed to be in a great hurry.

Ito wouldn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

Why the rush now?

“Because… I don’t want to break my promise to you, Ito.” Shinno met Ito’s gaze, his eyes revealing a deliberate “sincerity.”

"Don't say such disgusting things. If you really wanted to keep your promise, you wouldn't have lent out the instrument that very night." Ito found a stool and sat down. "Tell me, why is that?"

“...My family sends someone to maintain the instruments every two months, and it just so happens to be tomorrow.” He scratched his head awkwardly. “I don’t want my father to find out.”

If it were him, upon discovering that his son was capable of such a foolish act, he would definitely take some strong measures.

Actually, he didn't want to get involved in this, but Xinye offered him just too much.

They can't compare to the likes of Nagano and Mori.

A musical instrument costs at least 20 yen. Only this kind of "job" that can bring huge returns can make Ito truly feel that the value of his life is being realized.

......

Standing once again on the noisy platform of Shimokitazawa Station, the air was filled with the roar of trains, the guitars of street performers, and the clamor of various subculture youths.

Ito took a deep breath of the familiar yet slightly musty air—this “paradise of subcultures” always exuded a contradictory sense of decadence and vitality.

Shinno also showed Itoh the original author's post, which received a lot of positive feedback.

Although he has the halo of being the author of the best-selling manga "K-On! Shout Out Loud" and already has a certain fan base.

But as a newly formed band, their starting point still has to be immersed in the "dye vat" of Shimokitazawa.

Walking through the streets of Shimokitazawa, past graffiti walls and abandoned reinforced concrete buildings, I headed toward the location given by Shinno.

Ito didn't dare ask how the other party obtained the location.

The less you know about certain "techniques" used by the upper class, the better.

However, Ito managed to subtly learn how Shinno came to know the author.

Basically, Xinye saw a certain scene and, on a whim, spent all his pocket money on tips.

With his approachable nature, Xinye successfully added the person to his private contact list.

“With that money, I’d stand at the university gate and change universities every day.” Ito shook his head, still unable to understand.

"Change to what?" Asada, standing beside him, keenly caught the key word and immediately narrowed his eyes, staring at Ito with a sinister look, like a wary cat.

Ito picked up her phone and pointed at the screen, "The map shows there's a highly-rated dessert shop nearby."

The topics are unrelated, yet they are topics that can be applied aptly to Asada.

"Two portions, please."

"One serving."

"Change what?"

"...We'll talk about it later," Ito said vaguely, quickening his pace.

After walking through several streets, they came to a corner with a staircase leading underground. At the end of the staircase was a door with a sign hanging on a curtain.

The cement steps were cold and damp, carrying a complex smell accumulated over the years, a mixture of dust, mold, and unidentified liquid.

He and Asada exchanged a glance, then stepped down and arrived at the doorway.

However, they disagreed on whether or not to go in. Asada seemed very resistant to such a place, and she stayed timidly behind Ito, her fingers clutching the hem of Ito's clothes.

"Do we really want to go in?" she whispered.

“Yes, it’s all to help Shinno.” Ito felt a surge of fighting spirit at the thought of getting a valuable musical instrument.

Long live Lord Shinye!

Even though the place felt terrifying and eerie, with spider webs hanging in the corners and dead flies that hadn't been eaten yet.

In the corner were empty glass bottles and foul-smelling vomit that had not been cleaned up.

The live house has very low ratings on Google and is on the verge of closing down.

Positive reviews are almost nonexistent; the best one is, "The store manager replies quickly, but you can't find the store manager."

That didn't seem wrong at all. Ito's hand was on the cold, round handle, but before he could even turn it, the door opened with a creaking sound.

He went inside, and Asada followed carefully behind. At least the shop didn't have the musty smell of the one he'd been to in Shimokitazawa last time.

However, the indoor lighting is quite eerie, since it's underground and there's no natural light.

I don't know if it's to save on electricity bills or if the store's interior design is just that 'unique'.

Syrian war damage? That's a nice way of putting it; most of the items in the shop are made of rusty iron.

Even a slight touch would stain his hands a dark orange, making Ito more cautious in his movements; he would be in big trouble if he caught tetanus as a result.

As for the main element of lighting, Ito could only see a few scattered yellow lights in the ruins of what might have been a 'bar counter', and the only other thing was the green light from the escape route.

It's even more unproductive than Uncle Bei Dao's fortune-telling shop.

Won't the environmental protection department come knocking on our door if we do this? And that author has a wealthy backer like Xinye, so he must be rich.

The fact that he chose to live in this place inevitably makes people think that he has some kind of peculiar or unspeakable fetish.

No wonder it went out of business. Not to mention selling drinks and snacks, it probably couldn't even gather the bands that are the most important feature of a live house.

After all, it's obvious that not even a single ticket could be sold here.

Ito turned on the rear camera of her phone and carefully walked on the floor of the store, which was a cement floor coated with a layer of epoxy paint.

Asada, who was behind him, suddenly tugged at Ito's sleeve.

"what happened?"

Ito turned around and saw Asada, pale-faced, staring at the corner with a look of terror in her eyes.

Following her gaze, one could see a figure whose face was covered by hair, motionless.

Corpse?

Ito cautiously stepped forward, intending to check if the other person was alive or dead, but suddenly kicked a soda can, which was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

The can rolled on the ground and was about to crash into the 'corpse' on the ground.

The can bounced back after hitting the 'corpse', and Asada's hand, which was gripping Ito's clothes, suddenly tightened, making Ito feel his clothes being pulled.

Even under these circumstances, Miss Corpse remained completely still.

"Is...is he really dead?" Asada said timidly, his voice trembling slightly.

"I gonna go see."

If a murder were to occur here, Ito wouldn't be surprised at all; in fact, it would be a shame if no one died in this environment.

He stepped forward, intending to brush aside the black hair covering the other person's face, and to test the other person's breathing.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Ito, and the corpse slowly opened her eyes, which appeared to be wearing white contact lenses.

"Water...give me...water..."

"He's still alive?" Ito couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, I admire the person for daring to lie in such an environment. Judging from the almost dried vomit at the door, the situation inside might be a little better, but it is definitely not optimistic.

It will definitely not be clean!

Startled, Asada saw that the person was still alive, so she became bolder and took out an unopened bottle of Pocari Sweat from her bag and handed it to Ito.

After Ito took it, he handed it to Miss 'Corpse' as well.

But Miss Corpse showed no intention of accepting the water. Her arm slowly fell, her eyes closed, and she said weakly, "Peach flavor...mineral water."

Hand over Chapter 120!

The sudden appearance of the 'corpse' in the exhibition hall made Ito want to leave immediately.

“This is all we have.” Ito shook the bottle in his hand.

"That's... possible..."

Miss Corpse said that, but she didn't move her hands at all, and didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Yoshida Nai, when are you going to stop playing?"

There was no time to play house with this guy, because his makeup was so pale that he hadn't reacted yet.

"Nai?" Asada Sakura, who was standing next to Ito, was clearly taken aback when she heard Ito call out the name. She carefully moved closer to the "corpse" on the ground.

"Seriously, Ito, that's your problem!"

Miss Yoshida Nai, the 'zombie', stood up and became a vibrant human again.

She dusted herself off, wearing a modified pleated skirt and a coat tied around her waist.

"How will you be here?"

Ito asked the question, and Asada didn't speak, but it was easy to see from her eyes that she also wanted to know the answer.

“It’s obvious.” Yoshida Nai stood up, quickly straightened her clothes, and then unceremoniously snatched the bottle of mineral water from Ito’s hand. “I’m working.”

She unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down a few mouthfuls; the icy water seemed to energize her.