I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Ms. Araki, do you think..."

Looking carefully at the painting in front of her, the little witch standing next to Araki Sosuke's face instantly became cold, and she subconsciously drew out the huge bow behind her.

"The person in this painting is very similar to me?"

"Don't scare yourself, no one in your life has a teenager... 18-year-old witches are available every year... No, it should be said that every witch has been 18 years old..."

When Yu Mayumi Kotori said that her back was chilled, Sosuke Araki quickly reached out and patted her on the shoulder, calming the girl's emotions without a word.

"No, there are several styles and proportions of the witch costumes at Akagi Shrine, which are different from other shrines..."

Holding the giant bow, Yu Mayumi Kotori glanced vigilantly back and forth in the corridor.

"In this painting, even these details are copied."

After hearing Mayumi Torii speak so confidently, Sosuke Araki looked at the painting again and carefully identified it.

"Wow...I don't usually see it...Is it really so fierce..."

"When the Void Eye actually made a mistake, was the clothes too loose? 』

There was a blush on his face for some reason.

"Ms. Araki, where are you looking!!"

Realizing that Sosuke Araki's vision was wrong, Yu Mayumi Torii quickly reached out to cover the white greasy breast between the neckline of the girl's witch dress on the picture.

"No, I haven't seen it anywhere! As a professional spirit remover, I will never let go of every possible clue..."

After being "captured" by the scene, Araki Sosuke guiltily touched his nose and lifted the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose, and forcibly changed the subject: "Yes, yes, if the picture on this is really you, then it makes sense. You should draw a picture for me too, right?"

The two looked at each other, then looked at the last painting at the end of the corridor.

In that painting, above the pale yellow drawing paper, there is nothing but nothing.

"So, I hate me for being too ugly and difficult to write..."

With a solemn expression, Araki Sosuke raised his blindfold and looked back at the paintings on both sides of the corridor.

"Or my lines are too tough and the size is too exaggerated. Does this little drawing paper fit?"

In the left eye, these clean and elegant scrolls were shrouded in the omnipresent and constant grievances flowing toward his body. For a while, it was difficult to discern whether there was a problem with the painting itself or a problem with the space.

But as the grievances flowed, the ink on those pictures began to appear as if melted.

"These paintings seem to have a bit of a genre...Is there any problem? Let me know the same frequency..."

After staring for a long time, the people and ghosts in the painting, the expressions of pain, bloodthirsty, or joy on their faces, become more and more vivid.

"However, from this side up, there seems to be a lot of paintings like this...Could it be that I want to touch them one by one?!"

Looking back, Araki Sosuke looked towards the upper stairs with a headache.

Up from this painting pavilion, on the guardrails of the stairs and in the buildings on both sides, there are all ukiyo-e paintings that are either blank, half painted, or completed.

These ubiquitous ukiyo-e paintings spiral up the stairs all the way, giving people endless illusions at a glance.

Just as Araki Sosuke curiously looked at the dense and chilling Ukiyo-e above the stairs...

The bird Yu Mayumi, who was taken off his shoulder with his big hand, suddenly turned black in front of him.

...

"Huh...huh..."

Mochizuki's heavy panting sound echoed on the blood-stained platform.

The seven purple flame ghost claws scattered around the platform are slowly retracting into the void.

Below the ghost claws, seven dark and broken figures are turning into a pool of black liquid...

It was the ghost that rushed back and forth, as if entering a man's realm, the "Seven-man Imperial Front".

"This is, liquid resentment? It seems, there is something else mixed in..."

Mochizuki, who was covered in sweat, squatted on the ground with a cold expression, and filled the remaining liquid of the "Seven Imperial Front" into a test tube.

The originally decent suit had completely turned to ashes at this moment, revealing a strong upper body.

Looking closely, the pitch black part of his right arm has covered the entire triceps brachii muscle upwards.

"Report Captain, including the three who fell into the cave, seven people died!"

"Well, take care of their remains."

Mochizuki stood up and hummed softly, putting his left hand lightly on the old samurai sword around his waist.

With this action, the black, dry part of the surface of the right arm began to slowly fade downward.

"Check it out and send a drone to investigate!"

"Yes!"

Several team members silently converged the bodies of their colleagues in body bags, and transported them to the top of the cave via ropes.

Immediately, a new team member fell down the rope from above, filling the position of the dead.

The whole process was quiet and no one was talking nonsense.

Whether in a peacekeeping mission or joining a disaster prevention mobile team, they all know that what they and others face is an endless war that transcends latitude and time and fights the dead.

In war, there are bound to be victims.

A minute later, several drones rose into the air and flew down along the gap between the platform and the stairs.

"This is……"

Below the platform, the Edo Castle complex, which is patchy, upside down, and endlessly extending downwards, appeared in front of everyone in a spectacular manner through the LCD display.

However, after flying down for a while, the UAV's image signal was interrupted.

"Report, the concentration of resentment below is too high, which interferes with the wireless signal, and the drone has lost connection..."

"Well, it's enough...Be prepared for grievance protection, and we continue down."

Mochizuki lifted his sunglasses and nodded blankly.

This "sacred land" of the Tokugawa family has never been seen like a poisonous snake hibernating in the soil for nearly a hundred years.

Although I don't know why it started today, if I don't seize this opportunity to explore, I don't know how long and how long I will have to enter next time.

With the naked Mochizuki Che as the vanguard, the rest of the team wearing grievance protective gear followed the team behind, like a black long snake, winding down the campsite step by step along the spiral escalator.

When passing by the weird Edo buildings next to the escalator, they would stop and send a few team members into the house to explore carefully, seeming to be searching for something.

"These vacant houses have everything available, and there is no trace of anyone using it..."

Mochizuki, who was in charge of the support on the escalator, looked more and more ugly as he watched the new-quality and old-style daily necessities that were constantly being moved out of the house.

"...If you guessed it correctly, they are funeral objects."

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