I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"After all, the surname Anato is also very rare in Japan, and it is a pity that it disappeared. Are you right, Police Officer Araki... Officer?!"

"Where is it... 咻咻..."

Just as President Anato’s eyes were filled with tears and filled with emotions, Araki Sosuke had already poked his hips on the ground like a police dog, banging with his knuckles along the floor tiles on the edge of the house one by one.

"Oh, I found it, this one..."

When he knocked on a floor tile with a significantly duller echo and a slightly different texture from the surroundings, he raised his eyebrows and punched it hard.

"Crack!"

The old floor tile was then torn apart, revealing a dark hole and faintly visible stone steps below.

A decayed and stale smell floated out of it along with the dust.

"Wait... this is... authentic?!"

President Anto stared at the hole in front of him in a daze, showing a surprised expression.

Growing up in the village since he was a child, he never knew that under the main hall of this shrine with a history of hundreds of years, there is still a basement hidden?

"Sergeant Araki, why would you know...there is no sky below this?!"

Suddenly reacting to something, he looked at Sousuke Araki who had already walked half of his body under the floor with a more surprised look.

It is not uncommon for this kind of houses built during the Warring States period to have such a hidden danger avoidance structure, but it would not be discovered by an outsider who came to the village for the first time.

Could it be that Police Officer Araki is actually a descendant of a certain branch of the Anato clan, that's why he knew this secret?

"Sorry, this question involves confidentiality, I can't tell anyone..."

Just when the chairman of Anato automatically changed someone's name to "Anato Sosuke", Araki Sosuke had already walked down a staircase of less than two meters and entered a large basement.

After stepping down the last step, he lifted the blindfold and looked around in the basement in front of him, with a slightly dazed expression.

Then, Sosuke Araki sighed heavily.

"meet as planned……"

In the basement, which was similar in size to the main hall above, there were no obvious traces of spiritual activity and no grievances.

On the rough stone wall, yellow talisman paper was densely pasted.

The ground all around was filled with small white porcelain plates.

At the bottom of the dish, there are still traces of wax oil and candle blackening.

In the center of the basement, two black wooden frames are strung together with a rope to form a "simple torii".

"...I'm looking for you."

On the straw mat directly below Zhulian rope, a figure wearing a white kimono with long hair covering his face was sitting cross-legged.

No, to be precise, it was a skeleton that didn't know how many years ago.

She just turned her back to the stairs, folded her hands on her abdomen, and sat there quietly.

It was like a shrine maiden who prayed devoutly in front of Torii.

A bunch of pitch-black string passed through the bone hole in the back of her hand, adorned with a bell of indistinguishable color.

"what!!!!"

Suddenly, a scream came from behind Araki Sosuke.

Chairman Anato also walked down at some point.

"Help!!!!"

Seeing the scene in the basement, he was so frightened that he fell backwards and crawled out.

"What's wrong? Chairman Anato, are you okay?!"

Hearing the sound, Erqian Ryoma and Hase also rushed in.

"Before 2nd, the police department, Haseman, this... how can there be dead people down here...you have to believe me, it has nothing to do with me..."

Sitting down at the tunnel entrance, Anato-President held Hase's thigh and explained with sweat on his face.

"I really don't know... Hase, we have known each other for so many years, and we have secretly visited the Custom Store together many times. You, you know best how courage I am..."

"Of course I know it has nothing to do with you. When this lady died down here, maybe even your grandfather was not born yet."

Below the cave, Araki Sosuke's voice came.

"Zongsuke, is it okay? Hiss..."

Take out the flashlight and take a photo from the top of the tunnel to the basement. Before the second, Ryoma took a breath of air-conditioning.

"I... I get it!"

President Anato, who had a pale face and a dull expression, seemed to think of something.

"Next, then, is that a continuous festival..."

After whispering this sentence, he closed his mouth in fear.

"Mianryu Festival?!"

"Mianryu Matsuri is a memorial for Hinamizawa Village to celebrate the end of winter... However, because "mian" and "intestine" are homophonic, some old people have frightened me, saying that this is a kind of'intestines' sacrifice to worship the mountain god. Transformed..."

In Japan, in addition to the "Sakura Festival", there is also a tradition of "living festivals" with these various exotic flowers.

The names and specific ceremonies vary according to local customs. The objects of worship are also various ghosts in the mountains collectively called "mountain gods", and they only pray for a good harvest and peace.

In Hinamizawa Village, it is said that in ancient times, there was a living sacrifice ritual in which a person was cut into the stomach and intestines, put into running water, and the hollowed corpse was enshrined in a secret chamber.

"Impossible, since the beginning of my memory, the bowel sacrifice has disappeared..."

President Anato shook his head vigorously, as if still immersed in the weird scene just now, unable to extricate himself.

"And the ritual process of the village's Mianliu Festival is just a dance performed by the maidens, and the villagers use the sacrificial shovels to tear the cotton inside the dolls and put them into the river..."

He, who is proud of the "Anto clan" and persisted in the village, couldn't accept it anyway. Under the shrine in the clan, he has been offering sacrifices to a poor woman all the time.

"Ryoma, bring me the tools and gasoline in the car for me."

Half of his body was drilled out of the basement, and Araki Sosuke's expression suddenly became serious.

"Then, you can take President Anto out, and leave the rest to me..."

...

After half an hour.

"Lu Doujun, the handwritten genealogy confirmation is only one, and it is already in my hands."

"Thanks, Araki-kun, I have been busy all morning, and I have completely erased all traces on related websites and search engines."

Sosuke Araki stood under the torii, talking on the phone with someone far away in Tokyo.

"Well, you're done on the other side, just come back quickly... Xiaoniao You went to school. Regarding the action report last night, I can't confirm many details alone..."

"You don’t know, the old lady hasn’t slept since last night, and has been busy studying the "crystal" that you worked together with you, and the picture scroll that can't take out the "bowl". The only one who can stop her is is you! 』

"Understood, I will come back directly when it is completely processed."

Hanging up the phone filled with the grumbles of Houhailudou, Araki Sosuke's bright pupils reflected the sky of fire.

"Really, crystallization or something, I have said not to use such misleading words indiscriminately..."

Not far in front of him, the quaint shrine main hall was lingering in the fire.

"Crackling...Boom!"

Under the raging black smoke and the sound of wood breaking, the main beam supporting the house collapsed, and the roof collapsed, revealing the burning wooden tables and chairs and a block of spiritual cards in the house.

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