I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

48 hours before "Hell's Gate" appeared.

Shinjuku, Takashimaya Department Store, Witch's Love Divination Cafe.

"Ah, Ayano-chan, it's been a long time since I saw you, what a touching reunion..."

The lady Natasha, who has not been seen for a long time, embraced Mochizuki Ayano enthusiastically with a fragrant fragrance.

"I haven't seen it for two months, and the dark circles under my eyes have become like this again. It really hurts..."

"It's not that heavy, right...I occasionally come over for coffee, but the wayward boss who left the shop'just walk away' naturally won't see me."

Mochizuki Ayano, who finally struggled out of the other's arms, took a sip from the coffee on the table, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

"Hmm... As expected of Tanzania PEABERRY... This is just right fruity, velvety and delicate taste, like the aftertaste of black currant suddenly turned into chocolate..."

Regardless of her taste and dependence on coffee, no one can match her who stayed up late to deal with cases and relied on coffee to "continue her life".

"In other words, it's been a long time since you traveled to Europe. Are you afraid that the shop will be sold when you come back?"

"Oh ha ha ha... No way, during the rainy season in Tokyo, joints are always sore and easy to catch a cold. If you are not careful, you may not even be safe..."

Natasha took the coffee in front of her and added brown sugar elegantly.

"Then, why don't you come back after August? The two days of Tokyo, but it was the time when the torrential rains were the heaviest."

Looking at the hazy sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the endless raindrops, Mochizuki Ayano curiously looked at the graceful and luxurious Natasha with the pair of gold-blue different pupils.

"that is because……"

When asked this question, a blush of happiness appeared on Natasha's face.

"A long-awaited performance is about to open in Tokyo..."

"Huh? It must be opera or symphony again, I really envy your casual and grandiose life."

Mochizuki Ayano took out a photo from the bag behind him.

"I came here this time, I want to trouble you to help me, fortune telling, the whereabouts of this thing..."

In the photo, it was a white mask.

"This thing..."

Natasha picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.

This is a pair of white masks that have no characteristics at all and piled up on Don Quixote's shelves.

"As you can see, this is a grudge."

Mochizuki Ayano thoughtfully stirred the coffee with a spoon.

According to the analysis of her encounters on the dock, one of the functions of the white mask is to make it impossible to focus on the wearer.

Even if the eye sees it, the brain's cognition will actively ignore it, achieving the effect of forgetting.

Mochizuki Ayano, who happened to be memorable and able to replay what he saw objectively like a camera, was able to discover the other party's existence by "flipping through memories" at that time.

Although the appearance is very ordinary, Mochizuki Ayano has used her unforgettable memory to compare its appearance, size and other details with certain items in her memory one by one.

The result of 100% coincidence makes the identity of the resentment of the appearance of this mask ready to be revealed.

It was the "Slit Lady's Mask" that she personally led the team to contain.

This thing, after being contained, was handed over to the Supernatural Institute for identification according to the procedure.

The results of the application feedback from the institute last night showed that the object was subjected to "permanent containment measures" because of its excessive side effects and its inability to be used stably.

"... Finding objects is not the strong point of the Tarot card... I can only try to guide you in the general direction."

With that said, Natasha picked up a large pile of tarot cards on the side and washed it seriously.

"This time, has even the little Alkena been added?"

Looking at the large pile of tarot cards handed over in the opponent's hand, Mochizuki Ayano's expression also became serious.

"Of course, this is an extra service for Ayano-chan who hasn't seen her for two months."

The standard Tarot deck consists of 78 cards, divided into 22 major arcana main cards and 56 minor arcana auxiliary cards.

The more cards used for divination, the more accurate the result, but the greater the consumption of spiritual power for Natasha.

Thinking of the mask silently in her heart, Mochizuki Ayano hesitated to stretch out a card and put it on the table with the back facing up.

Natasha closed her eyes tightly and put her hand on the back of the card.

The disturbing "spirit" kept coming from the level of position, lingering around the two of them, making obscure whispers.

"The invisible web of destiny has already given the answer..."

After a while, Natasha opened her eyes, with blue spiritual power flowing in her eyes, and quickly turned over the card.

On the card, there is a bright red heart.

Above that heart, there were three long swords, piercing precisely from the center point.

Sword III, inverse position.

Natasha turned the card slowly and switched to the upright position.

This is her unique, "reversal tablet" divination.

"I feel... sadness... disappointment... pain... hurt from the outside world... betrayal from my side... the answer I've been looking for..."

Rubbing the face of the card, with the interpretation of the muttering, two lines of teardrops slipped from her face.

"And... the end forever!"

Like an electric shock, Natasha pulled her hand away from the card, seeming to sense something terrible.

"Ayano-chan, promise me not to pursue the whereabouts of this thing..."

She held Mochizuki Ayano's hand excitedly: "Such a dangerous and direct sense of warning, I haven't seen it for many years."

"The answer you've been looking for?"

Looking down at the heart pierced by the sword, Mochizuki Ayano smiled for some reason.

...

44 hours before "Hell's Gate" appeared.

Tokyo Metropolitan Government, Chiyoda Ward, Supernatural Research Institute.

"Today is not the day for the routine physical examination. Do you feel any discomfort when you come here early?"

As usual, Mochizuki was wearing a white coat and gray-haired, carefully checking the data on the instrument.

"I just feel that the fluctuation of pupil power has not been very stable recently."

Mochizuki Ayano, who walked out of the instrument, inadvertently looked at a row of giant test tubes that were tall.

These giant test tubes are filled with liquid spiritual power, which is used to isolate the grievances from the outside world and play a certain sealing effect.

"Patriarch, have all the grievances in here before been sent to permanent containment?"

The last time I came, these test tubes were still soaked with fragments of the Cloud Outer mirror, the helmet of the headless horseman, the collar of the human face dog, and... the mask of the slit woman.

This time, apart from the [Necklace of the Human Face Dog] borrowed in Lesson 9, several other grievances have disappeared.

"Those items were tested and had too many side effects, so they were sent to permanent containment according to the guidelines..."

Mochizuki Yasushi replied casually, his eyes intently confirming the densely packed data printed on the instrument.

Immediately, his expression became serious.

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