Yotsuya Miko noticed that the expressions of the passengers who were watching did not change at all, as if they were completely unable to see the pale giant hand that was looming in the distance.
Otherwise, they would have started to panic a long time ago.
"Sure enough, it's an evil spirit..."
This is the first time that Yotsuya Miko has seen such a strange existence since she awakened her Yin-Yang eyes.
It is called an evil spirit, but it is just a hand and has no human body at all.
But if you ask me if it is something else, the aura is similar to that of an evil spirit... no, it is even more terrifying than an evil spirit.
What on earth is this?
Just at this moment.
Yotsuya Miko suddenly discovered that at the moment when she was distracted, the pale giant hand had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
"Just kidding."
Yozora patted the pervert's cheek, said something with a smile, and released the other's wrist.
"Hmm…"
The Wolf on the Train, who had been so arrogant just now, was now sweating profusely. He covered his wrist with his hands and squeezed out a whimper from his throat, trying to hold back the severe pain.
His entire body, like a shrimp, curled up on the cold tram floor.
"that..."
Seeing that the situation had developed to this point, the woman in the OL uniform seemed to want to say something.
Before she could say anything, Yozora glanced at her and said softly.
"People like you deserve to die more than perverts, do you know that?"
Being scolded like this in public, the OL woman's face turned obviously very ugly, and she made unfounded arguments.
"I, I didn't ask you to help me, why are you meddling in other people's business?"
"Still barking at me, right?"
If it were an ordinary male high school student, he would probably just bear with it and it would pass.
But as a well-known pianist with experience in Zaun, Yozora knew that if he took a step back, he would get angrier, while if he endured for a while, he would suffer more. So he had no intention of indulging the other party.
He raised his cell phone and waved it in front of the OL woman's face.
"You like dogs barking? Then I'm just unlucky. My phone got stolen."
"It just so happens that my phone doesn't have an unlock code, so anyone can open it."
"It couldn't be more coincidental that the person who stole my phone uploaded this video to the Internet."
"Finally, by some incredible coincidence, your colleague and boss also received a copy."
"Don't you think this is a coincidence?"
Hearing this, the OL woman's expression changed.
Night Star did not stop there and continued to output.
"Of course, if you were just harassed by a pervert on the train, you might just be pitied by everyone, after all, you are the victim."
Having said that, Yozora smiled and changed the subject.
"But, if someone tells the whole story, the pervert has been caught, but you don't come out to testify, why is that?"
"I think there are only two explanations."
"The first is that you are a coward with no moral values."
"The second type is that you are actually a pervert. You seem to be resisting, but you actually enjoy this kind of harassment."
Yozora sighed helplessly and shook his head.
"Zizizizi, if everyone thinks you are the second type of person, then you will become famous."
"In your daily life, the chances of running into a pervert will be much higher, right? He is a famous figure after all."
"Don't worry, I...oh, no, the person who stole my phone will definitely tell everyone that you are not a coward, but you are enjoying the process, you are a very perverted woman."
When the OL woman heard this, her body froze.
She didn't even dare to think about it, if she really got such a reputation...
How do your friends, colleagues, parents, and family members view you?
"Not calling anymore?"
Seeing the OL woman being timid and not daring to speak, Yozora smiled.
"That's right, just let it die."
As he finished speaking, the train had already arrived at the platform.
It was only after Yotsuya Miko pulled her off the train that she finally came to her senses.
She hesitated for a long time, not knowing where to start, and finally just whispered two words.
"Thanks."
"Well, you should thank me."
Miko felt a little more relaxed after hearing this blunt remark from Yozora.
"By the way...how did you know to record it in advance?"
"It's not that I know, but you are too stupid."
Yozora casually complained and spoke as he walked forward.
"If that woman really had the courage, would she need your help? She would have resisted long ago. This is a train at rush hour."
"With so many people around, she didn't even have the courage to call for help. Maybe she didn't want to cause trouble, or maybe she was afraid of losing face."
"No matter what the reason is, if you help someone like this, you will only end up in the same situation as before. It's meaningless."
Having said that, Yozora stretched, looked at Miko and smiled.
"So, will you help me next time?"
Yotsuya Miko paused, and after a few seconds, nodded firmly.
"I will still help, but next time I will leave evidence first, like you did."
"As expected of you."
Yozora had no intention of persuading Yotsuya Miko to change.
No one wants to be a saint who gives unconditionally.
But everyone hopes that there are more saints in this world who are willing to help others unconditionally.
Such a Yotsuya Miko is also very good.
After getting out of the tram station, Yexing led Yotsuya Miko to a commercial street and found the store where he had bought the amulet before.
As expected.
The old man with white hair and beard, who looked like an immortal, was sitting in the shop, smoking leisurely.
Yotsuya Miko looked around and saw that although the store was not big, there were many kinds of goods on the shelves.
Amulets, bracelets, necklaces to ward off evil spirits, prayer beads, statues of gods, everything is available.
"Hey, Old man."
Yozora walked up to the counter without any hesitation, took out the stack of amulets from his arms, and slammed them heavily on the counter, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Return the goods and get a refund."
"Huh?"
When Yozora stepped into the store, the old man still had a smile on his face. However, when he heard that he wanted to return the goods and get a refund, his wrinkled face showed surprise and surprise.
"Hey young man, don't be so aggressive. This amulet must be useful."
After saying this, the old man glanced behind Yozora a few times, as if he was looking for something.
This tiny detail did not escape Yozora's attention.
He thought that this was indeed the case, so he pulled a chair over, sat opposite the old man, and spoke slowly.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a genuine psychic, right?"
The old man smiled and nodded, looking very respected.
"Look at what you said. When I was young, it was also..."
"Okay, stop bragging."
Yozora did not give the other party a chance to brag about his romantic past, but just spoke slowly.
"You should have real stuff in your store, but the fact that you sold me this completely useless fake stuff just proves that you are a genuine psychic."
"Because you can see, or rather cannot see, any ghosts or evil spirits around me."