I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Edogawa District.

Hot springs are bubbling in the private backyard of a luxurious Japanese mansion.

The man soaked in the pond silently hung up the phone.

"call……"

The surrounding steam, centered on his palm, kept spinning, converging into a bunch of slender tornadoes.

As the tornado soared from the palm of your hand, an old mobile phone that swept across it turned into a sand-like powder and spilled towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Wow..."

The tornado dissipated abruptly, and misty drizzle began to fall in the small hot spring courtyard shrouded in white smoke.

"Master Yanfeng..."

A woman who was protruding backwards, without a strand, slowly floated from the surface of the water between the man's legs, revealing a beautiful face like a lotus flower.

Looking closely, the white and greasy skin of her whole body was flashing with a lustre like fish scales.

"Who is it that made you so angry?"

The woman licked the white corner of her mouth foolishly, leaned forward to the man's ear, exhaled and asked.

"It's nothing, just a...dead person."

The man's calm voice seemed to suppress the hot anger.

On the slightly undulating left chest, you can see a terrible bowl-shaped depression scar.

This man, on the night of the Obon Festival, was hit by the "Secret Arrow·Takano" by Tori Mayumi. The missing Aum Shinrikai president, Gonmine Jiro.

"Since it's a dead man... it's not worth anger..."

The woman spit out her pink tongue and licked it on the huge scar.

"You are recovering from a serious injury, don't rush into your heart with anger."

The scar on the wound actually squirmed and slowly healed.

"After all, it took a lot of effort to reshape your true heart."

"Huh, did I get you up?"

"Yes, the president. Let the family take care of you and get rid of the fire."

In Genmine Jiro's calm gaze, the woman lying on his chest cleverly buried her head slowly under the water...

"Yes, it's me... restarting this month's sacrifice... cancel the rules of rotation and let them do their best to prepare sacrifices..."

Lying in the hot spring with his eyes closed, Yanfeng Jiro's expression loosened, he stretched out his hand to set off a gust of wind, and brought another mobile phone not far away.

"Also, I will specifically name a living sacrifice object, someone who can provide... a great reward."

...

Shinjuku, at the gate of Nishitoyama Park.

"Ms. Araki!"

"Zongsuke, you guy, you ran away without saying a word... hiss, is this car the person who just picked up the jump?"

When Sosuke Araki parked the car with the "Tai" on the side of the road, Ryoma and Tori Mayumi, who were full of worries, immediately surrounded them.

"This guy, leave it to you..."

Araki Sosuke pointed to the bruised "No. 3" on the front passenger seat, and murmured a few words in his ear before reaching the second.

"Oh? Kazuo Amato, are you the master... Don't worry, I will treat him well."

Before the second, Ryoma's squinted eyes were shining dangerously, and he called several colleagues in the distance to take the car and pack back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"How about, the supper will continue or... Zongsuke?"

"I'm going to the top of the mountain again..."

When he turned around, Sosuke Araki had already walked towards the inside of the park.

"There is something that makes people care about."

Under the threat of that sniper bullet, his keen intuition instantly reached its peak.

In that mysterious realm, what made him feel "concerned", in addition to the sniper on the roof of the building two kilometers away, there was also a certain existence on the top of Hakone Mountain behind him...

"Then I will be together."

Little bird swims Mayumi three steps and two steps before rushing to his side.

"Little Bird Yushi, you..."

Araki Zongsuke originally wanted the other party to go back first, but when he was about to speak, he was blocked by the girl's slightly frowning brows and quiet eyes.

Do you know that you have been targeted by the killer, so you can't worry about it?

"That's all, you guy who likes to cause trouble, let me, a public official, escort you again."

Ryoma, who was equally uneasy, started the old-fashioned sidecar to the side and motioned for the two to get on the car.

"What age is this, and the Metropolitan Police Department still has this kind of retired classic car? How nervous is it that people like you are running out of funds..."

Seeing Yu Mayumi Kotori at a loss and squatting on the side of the carriage, Sousuke Araki, who was sitting behind Ryoma in front of the second, couldn't help but laugh.

"Standing and talking won't hurt your back. Don't you know how many suspicious people suddenly came near the foot of the mountain just now? There aren't even enough cars in custody!"

"This old antique was temporarily requisitioned by my contacts at the Shinjuku Police Station!"

"You kid, next time you encounter this situation, don't just disappear by yourself, but talk about teamwork...Does the team know about it, Tim Walker?"

After Ryoma's continuous complaints before the second, the three quickly came back to the stairs leading to the top of the mountain.

"Longma, just wait here, we two will go up and have a look and come down."

"Oh, don't go too long."

At this moment, the corpses of the men had been "packed and taken away", and the pale stone steps had returned to their former appearance, but with a large amount of blood stains that were worrying.

Following Sosuke Araki and up the stone steps, Tori Mayumi still feels unrealistic.

It is hard to imagine that less than half an hour ago, the two sides of this staircase were surrounded by dozens of ugly girls and tree trunks full of corpses, and several names were swallowed before their eyes.

If you come here alone, without the protection of Mr. Araki, you will not be able to escape the undefeated "Ugly Shisan"...

"Ms. Araki, do you want to find their worshippers?"

Walking on the stairs one after another, Yu Mayumi, the bird behind, asked in a low voice.

Under the shining of the scarlet lanterns, the curious scene of those girls of Ugly Time standing side by side on both sides of the stone steps, silently walking toward the top of the mountain, "Worshiping in Ugly Time", is still deeply imprinted in her heart.

Since she has practiced Shintoism since she was a child and believed in the aura of all things, she can naturally infer that the actions of these ugly girls must have objects of worship.

What kind of existence is enshrined in such a bloody and primitive worship ceremony?

"When collecting soul dust before, they said..."

Hearing the girl's question, Sosuke Araki slowed down and nodded heavily.

"...They were secretly tied here by the Owari Tokugawa family, and they were forced to perform "Ugashisan" on others. "

"what?!"

Upon hearing Sosuke Araki's words, Yu Mayumi couldn't help but his pupils tremble.

"...The cursed people are buried under the big trees and stone steps."

"Owari Tokugawa's... good and vicious way!"

Artificial creation of "daughter of ugly time"...

Force them to cast the "Ugly Shisan" curse to kill innocent people...

Use human blood to cultivate the "Shinto Tree", and then use the flesh and soul of living humans as sacrifices...

The caster and the cursed killer, the soul will live forever and never enter the cycle of reincarnation, and worship here every day...

Everything that happened before, like pieces of fragments, gradually pieced together the whole picture in Toori Yu Mayumi's mind.

"This is not a sacrifice at all, the Owari Tokugawa family wants to create a god!"

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