I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Five hours later, the Harajuku underground secret criminal office.

"Damn it, the search and rescue team in Hokkaido is not reliable, there is no new news for so long..."

In the single-room cell, Sosuke Araki is posing a slightly delicate posture, sitting on the toilet with his feet close together and a bitter melon face.

Since there is no shelter near the toilet, the white sheets hanging at the door are his last dignity.

On the tatami mat on the side, convenience foods, SWITCH game consoles, JUMP magazines, light novels, etc. are randomly placed on a large number of items that cannot appear in the cell area according to regulations.

Obviously, in order to appease someone who is restless, Lesson Nine directly ignores a series of regulations such as "prohibition of carrying prohibited items into the cell" of the Criminal Affairs Office.

However, Sosuke Araki's gaze stayed on the TV temporarily installed on the opposite wall from beginning to end.

The bus carrying 34 high school teachers and students disappeared in Blizzard. It has become a national topic, and even the news continues to report the latest situation.

However, until now, the rescue teams searching along the way have not been able to track the trail of the bus...

And there was no new "inside news" from the ninth lesson.

"Asshole, why can he watch TV!"

"That's it, we also want to..."

Hearing the long-lost news across the corridor, the "nipple brothers" who were lying next to the fence protested enviously.

After confirming that Sosuke Araki was truly a prisoner just like himself, their courage began to recover little by little under the sense of security brought by the bars.

"Be quiet, it makes me watch the news!"

A sturdy arm covered with tattoos, ghostly protruding from behind the fence...

"boom."

Two objects, one red and one blue, dragged the afterimages and bombarded the "brother nipple" precisely on the forehead, then scattered into a plastic part.

"He, he actually has SW... Uh!"

As if hit by a baseball at a speed of 160KM per hour, the two of them couldn't even scream in pain, and they fainted directly by the fence.

"It's finally quiet...hiss..."

Sitting back on the toilet again, his eyes fell on the TV screen, a violent heart palpitations suddenly attacked Araki's chest.

"This, what does this feel..."

The dark tunnel, and the roaring wind and snow flies outside the entrance of the cave...

The bus covered with snow is stopping quietly in the middle of the tunnel...

In the surrounding darkness, there are dense, looming figures wriggling...

The picture from nowhere flashed in his mind.

"Could it be that... the bus where the little bird was in..."

After looking back, Sosuke Araki wanted to grasp the mysterious feeling again and tried to "see" more pictures, but couldn't concentrate.

"No, no matter what it was just now, I can't wait any longer! I must find a way to get out..."

Frowning, Araki Sosuke's eyes began to scan back and forth in the cell.

"No, this is said to be a basement wrapped in layers of steel and cement. Time does not allow me to get a stainless steel rice bowl or a miniature geological hammer to quietly dig a tunnel for 17 years..."

"By the way, why don't you try that trick that day... What did the old brother Hongfa say, Shengzhutong?"

With an idea, Araki Sosuke straightened his waist and closed his eyes solemnly.

"Little Bird Youshi... the bus... uh..."

In my mind, I kept trying to use the illusory "consciousness" to lock down the shadow of Yu Maakumi, and the bus that remained in my mind...

"Uh ah ah ah..."

As his thoughts flew, Araki Sosuke murmured an inexplicable low growl, and his whole body began to tremble like a sieve.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it seems to feel a little bit..."

"Puff!"

After the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, an indescribable breath filled the cell.

"Huh... finally came out..."

"Asshole! What the hell am I doing, now is not the time to solve the problem!"

Putting his pants on, Sosuke Araki began to move eagerly back and forth in the cell, trying to reproduce the state of chasing Kato Junko before.

"No, I can't'feel' Xiaoniao Youshi at all, let alone'past'..."

On that day, there was an inexplicable sense of energy in his heart, and he firmly locked in on Junko Kato who had already escaped.

After a certain "connection" was established, he naturally followed the other side's position.

"Or, is it too far away, just a little closer?"

According to Kofa, he possesses supernatural powers, as long as he "wants to go" a certain place enough, nothing and distance can be unimpeded.

But now, Sosuke Araki can't even "feel" the existence of Toriyu Mayumi and that bus...

"It's too late to count on these mysterious and ineffective shattered things..."

Watching the time passing by, the anxious Araki Sosuke, the moon wheel in his left eye spins crazily, and the hot white light in his right eye looms...

"It seems that I have to solve it in the most primitive way that I am good at."

The movement of the world in front of him then solidified, becoming invisible and invisible.

"Sorry, Shiben old man..."

He slowly stretched out his hand and held the iron fence engraved with runes beside him.

"The fishing rod you threw here without authorization, I have no time to hold it for the time being."

The tattooed arm burst into blue veins, and the muscles swelled and swelled suddenly...

"Hopefully, Guangzhi, who is running away, is one of the'billion-point successors' you have left after considering this situation!"

"Crack."

Just like Ollie's crackling sound to Qiao Kui, there was a slightly twisted thick iron rod in the hands of Sosuke Araki.

"Hooker's law or something, although I haven't learned it..."

While looking around the wall and floor of the cell, he turned on the TV to the maximum, tearing off the sheet and wrapping it on the iron rod, his gaze finally stopped somewhere on the ceiling.

"... But as long as you punch enough holes, the effect should be the same."

...

Yamanashi Prefecture, outskirts.

"Hey, these guys, they found here so soon?"

A thin man wrapped in a windbreaker, sunglasses, and mask, with the words "Suspect Person" written all over his body, squatted in the bushes on the hillside just like pooping.

"Damn it, I obviously wore a mask and heightened internal height, and I used the unregistered watermelon card deliberately when I took the subway..."

As far as he could see, several men in casual clothes were hovering beside the bus stop on the side of the road, taking out a photo from time to time to ask people passing by.

"Could it be that the Skynet system has been activated, and my whereabouts have been analyzed through data such as height, gait, and gender."

A long distance away, the man can still see clearly. In the photos of those people, there is a middle-aged man in his forties who wears black-rimmed glasses and has almost zero hair on his head.

"Just take my photo and search everywhere. You should consider me the same suspect as Araki-kun, right?"

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