I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Huh, I thought that with the police asylum and hiding in Mt. Hakone, I wouldn't be able to find you?"

In the darkness, a man's low sneer sounded from below the stairs.

"I really want to thank the police for helping me eliminate many competitors..."

Sousuke Araki looked at the sound, and faintly saw several strong men with long knives and baseball bats blocking the bottom of the stairs.

These men seem to have turned a blind eye to the blood-colored lanterns on both sides of the upper steps, the ugly girl who repeatedly beats the trees, the blood-drenching trees, and the wailing corpses on the branches.

With murderous eyes, they stayed straight on Araki Sosuke, who was dancing the "secretary dance" to the air like directing traffic.

"No matter who you are, I suggest you retreat as soon as possible in this scene..."

Seeing the "ordinary people" below who were unkind, and thinking of Ryoma's call before the second, Sosuke Araki probably knew what the other party was coming from.

"Bah, retreat?"

The man headed below seemed to have heard something funny.

"Araki Sosuke, remember, it is the black emperor of the "Sicilian Murder Society" who took your life and won the reward under the protection of the police. "

"The Black Emperor? Do you think you are an outdated antique tyrant?"

The name "Black Emperor" seemed like a thunderous to Sosuke Araki.

After all, it was the legendary runaway group that was founded in the 1970s and once ranked first in Japan.

Only nowadays, because of the big trees attracting wind, they have disappeared for many years under the vigorous suppression of the Transportation Department.

"Outdated...antique...rogues?!"

It seemed that the heart was stabbed by Araki Sosuke's questioning, and the man headed below waved vigorously and motioned to his subordinates to do it.

"I, the fifth black emperor and revivalist Keita Tsuchiya, will let you know and look down on the fate of this name!"

While flapping the blood-colored filaments in the air, Sosuke Araki persuaded the men who rushed towards him from below: "Hey, hey, you should pay attention to everything first, come first, don't you see that this side is busy?"

"Why don't you, just wait here, let me finish processing here first and then sign with you..."

"Ms. Araki, they have no inspiration and can't see!"

Just as Toriyu Mayumi reminded him softly, the few strong men had quietly held long knives, strode up the narrow stone steps, and attacked the two of them.

Seeing their coordinated movements, low center of gravity, and sharp blades in their hands, Sosuke Araki knew that they were real people who licked blood and killed people without blinking.

Compared with the Blue Dragon Swords team of Nuluoquan, at least in the cold weapon contact battle, it is not much better.

However, as soon as the men set foot on the stone steps, the girls of Ugly Time who were glaring at Sosuke Araki but were helpless and slower and slower, their eyes turned abruptly, and the corners of their mouths sketched out the addiction. The arc of blood.

Countless bloodshots splashing out of the nailed tree trunk and floating in the air quietly wrapped around their necks, wrists, ankles and other parts.

"Boom..."

"Puff."

With the hammers in their hands, the men who stepped up the stairs showed a small, bloody hole on the ankles of the same size as the black rust nail without any warning.

"Uh..."

The sudden pain caused several men to make a slight misstep, and fell severely on the stone steps.

"...My feet, when?!"

That path seemed to be a penetrating injury caused by a slender iron nail, which was nothing to a professional killer who wandered between life and death.

But when they tried to stand up on the ground, they found that there was an invisible sharp object that passed through the wound of their ankle and was firmly nailed to the stone steps.

"Wait... when are these people..."

At this time, they noticed that the scene around the stairs suddenly became blood red.

I don’t know when the lantern is lit...

The woman in white who stared at herself inexplicably and beat the tree trunk...

Above the terrifying woods, the corpses wriggling and weeping...

"Boom..."

"Puff."

It was too late to feel fear, their limbs, along with the inexplicable knocking sound, simultaneously appeared another tiny hole...

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

Although there was no blood flowing out of the wound, the pain of the limb being penetrated was real.

They could feel that the blood in the body was pulling away from the body with the invisible thing that pierced them at a strange speed.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

It seemed that they were encouraged by the curse coming into effect, or the resentment of loss was recovered from the flesh and blood of the men, the girls of the ugly time, hammering the tree trunk harder and harder.

"Boom..."

"Uh...it hurts... let go, let me go..."

Countless blood holes that are invisible, began to bloom on the limbs and bodies of men...

It was like the iron nails knocking into the tree trunk, one by one pierced through their bodies.

And where the trunk was nailed, the originally flowing black liquid turned into bright red blood at some point.

Like a "loose meat" steak fixed on a cutting board, several men struggled painfully, trying to climb down the stairs...

But because the invisible slender iron nails kept entering the body, they could only be desperately fixed on the stone steps, feeling the pain of the iron nails entering the body one after another.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The unhurried, continuous percussion continues.

The arm of one of the men finally couldn't bear the penetration several times in a row, and it broke into two sections and rolled down below the stone steps.

"Uh... uh... ah... save me..."

Because it was too painful, he inadvertently struggled and lifted the dilapidated stone steps illuminated by the scarlet lantern.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

What caused the man's throat to roar of unknown meaning was a lacquered black man with nail marks under the stone slab.

Looking at the bloody, lingering men on the stairs, and the withered bones exposed under the stone slab, Sosuke Araki and Yu Mayumi Torii silently glanced at each other, both of them looked a little ugly.

These professional assassins, from stepping up the ladder to turning into dying blood people, it took only tens of seconds.

After all, the frequency with which dozens of ugly women hammered the tree trunk simultaneously and used the "ugly ginseng" is not normal.

At that scene, it was as if she was suddenly locked up in the "Iron Maiden" densely covered with numerous iron nails.

Araki Sosuke wanted to go and rescue them for the first time, but because he was worried that after he left, the girl behind him could not resist the vicious "ugly ginseng" and forcibly stopped.

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