I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"What?! That incident that year was shrouded in the fog of destiny and has troubled me for more than 20 years..."

Hearing the words "Aokigahara Jukai", "Fate Sacrifice" first whispered, and then he agreed to Kenmine Jiro's request with an attitude of 180 degrees: "If it is true, even if it is true, even if you pay some price, then I am also willing to make a shot!"

"It's so good...hahahaha...in this world, no one can escape the two joint efforts..."

Although I had expected it, I got the promise of these two people so smoothly on the spot. Yanmine Jiro laughed wildly and cracked the desk in front of him with a punch: "This time, I will not only uproot the Spirit Slayers Association, but also let The "honeymoon period" of the eliminator and the ruler fell apart!"

Three minutes later.

"...The bloom of evil will eventually spread all over the earth."

Whispering the closing words softly, Yanmine Jiro closed the laptop in front of him, put on the black robe on the hanger, put on a mask without any patterns, got up and walked out of the basement.

When he came to the center of the courtyard, his back stretched out a pair of black wings that were condensed from resentment, and they rose up into the sky in the wind and dust...

Soaring in the night sky like a goshawk, he soon came to the sky above Kasai Linhai Park.

In the middle of the night, this man-made seaside park with lush vegetation is empty, only the colorful Ferris wheel gleaming dazzlingly, reflecting the neon light on the mirror-like man-made sea.

Gonmine Jiro's wings are miniaturized, his toes point at the top of the Ferris wheel, which is known as "Japan's tallest", and his eyes are as sharp as eagles.

"You came."

An old and faint voice came from the cockpit of the Ferris wheel under his feet.

A hobo with ragged clothes and scrawny, as if he would die at any moment, was lying motionless in the cockpit under his feet.

"Teacher... I'm sorry, I have been around for a few laps, and it took a while."

Not surprised by the sudden sound, Yanfeng Jiro bowed slightly, greeted the other party humbly and politely, and then sat on the top of the Ferris wheel.

"It's okay, it's okay to be careful. After all, you and I are old friends in the organization. It's not very good to be seen by others."

The dirty homeless man in the cockpit not only accepted the honorable title of the president of the Aum Shinrikyo Council, but on the contrary, an old god was present and warned softly: "Although the two agreed to help each other, they are right. The Spirit Eliminators Association is in the midst of it, and you should be ready."

"Tokimoto Ichiro's sudden provocation, plus Araki Sosuke who emerged from nowhere...what the association is planning, I still don't quite understand."

"Teacher, it took me ten years of hard work to cultivate these idiots into today's "favored ones", isn't it just for "that matter"?"

Gonmine Jiro spread out his palms and played with the condensed whirlwind at his fingertips, his eyes full of resentment.

"Finally, I was able to say that the two people joined forces. Even if the entire Aum Shinrikyo would be lost, I will completely destroy the association and pave the props. On the contrary, it is the plan of the teacher on your side..."

"After last night, I don’t need them anymore. I thought that something would take them a few years away, or they would directly lead them to death, but I didn’t expect the progress to go smoothly beyond expectations, allowing our plan to proceed to the next step ahead of schedule. ."

In the cockpit, the homeless man stood up strenuously, opened the door with a "crunch", and stared blankly at the dark and quiet Binhai Park below.

"On the contrary, if some things are not'finished' as soon as possible, I am afraid that the association and the royal family will be suspicious..."

He stepped out, and turned his head back and smiled at Yanfeng Jiro: "The time is just right to clean up the association! Even if you let it go, I will have corresponding arrangements here..."

"Without the interference of the Association of Spirit Eliminators, the overwhelming Yin-Yang Lao and the blind ninth lesson can no longer prevent us from entering the "treasury" of the royal family."

Then, he just fell straight from the top of the 33-story Ferris wheel, which is called "Japan's No. 1", and turned into a small puddle of meat sauce on the ground. .

"After all these years, have you finally gotten to that point?"

Without even looking at the "suicide scene" below, Yanfeng Jiro danced his black wings into the sky with indifferent expression.

"Whether it is physiological or social, human beings are such fragile creatures... Only the ‘favored ones’ who are constantly evolving like us are qualified to continue to survive in this world."

...

Three days after the "Yoshihara Yanshang" incident.

Somewhere in Harajuku, Tokyo.

In the dark basement, the only light source is the LED tube that is on 24 hours a day.

Bounded by a neat and cold straight corridor, there are independent cells of about 5 square meters separated from the left and right, except for unobstructed toilets and tatami bedding.

On the iron railing that intersects the cell and the corridor, faintly carved runes are faintly visible.

The walls and floor surfaces on all sides are not only engraved with a large number of runes, but also densely packed with rune paper.

"Give me back my divine power... No, don't you guys come here... huh..."

"All said, I was wrong, please forgive me... It hurts, it can't be there..."

Rows of frantic low growls echoed intermittently in the corridor.

"Uh ah ah ah, I really didn't kill you on purpose. To blame, I'll blame the guild grower. He asked us to collect sacrifices..."

In the one-person-one-room cell, there are men in prison uniforms squatting in the corner holding hands and crying.

"Asshole, come on, look at my'Power of Haifang Master', and fight with you!!!"

There were also men in bondage suits, braces and rubber caps, rushing into the ground and walls frantically.

"Hey, Mr. Officer...We have all accounted for, when will we be locked up with these ghostly and noisy mental illnesses?"

A strong man with a strong build and a dark blue prison uniform that couldn't hide his chest was leaning against the iron fence, yelling into the aisle.

"That's right, because the food and environment here are good, you can also read comics, newspapers, and take a bath. We all tolerated the mental illness who claimed to be'No. 3'. The result was that we sent three more in yesterday... "

"If the ventilation is not good, the sun can't get out of the sun, every day we look at these crippling charms and listen to the screams of these crazy people. Sooner or later we will have to go crazy."

In the cell next door, another man with a strong build and calcium gas heard the sound probe and echoed in a loud voice.

"Hey, idiot brother... As long as you enter this "Harajuku Underground Secret Criminal Office" where ‘supernatural criminals’ are held, don’t think about going out. "

In the third cell diagonally across from the two, there was a hoarse and disdainful voice.

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