I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Japanese washi is white and flawless, and has a unique texture and toughness, because the pronunciation of "paper" and "god" are both Kami (かみ), and it is considered to be "can condense the power of the gods".

Strips of paper or cloth dedicated to the gods in Japanese Shinto ceremonies will be folded into a zigzag and tied to a wooden stick to make royal coins, which are used for worshipping the gods, praying, exorcising, and cleaning.

The "Yucho Gobi" in the hands of Fujiwara Takumi has been enshrined in the main hall of the Meiji Shrine for decades.

"No, it's not over yet."

Although the operation took effect and everything in the car seemed to be business as usual, the harsh cell phone ringing still echoed in the car.

"This is a ghost call, you can't answer..."

"I'm so annoying, I can't hang up, I want to see who it is!"

Before Fujiwara Takumi's voice fell, a middle-aged uncle in the same compartment had already subconsciously pressed the answer button: "Asshole who made a viral call, speak!"

"Zizzi..."

At the same time, many passengers in the train have pressed the answer button because they could not bear the noise of this "unknown call" that could not be hung up.

"..."

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, and no one spoke.

"Huhuhu...zizi..."

Only the whistling of wind and snow and the electromagnetic noise mixed in it can be heard.

"This is... Zi Zi Zi... The Second Battalion of the Fifth Infantry Wing of the Army's Eighth Division... Any unit, please reply if you receive it!"

"I am Captain God Cheng Wenji...the situation is critical and we urgently need rescue..."

Just when the passengers wanted to hang up the "prank call", a low and hoarse male voice rang from the other side of the phone: "The 210 people in our team set off from Aomori and went to Tashiro Shinyu Hot Spring... The execution is for a period of time. Two days, a 20-kilometer distance marching exercise in the snow..."

"On the way, our team suddenly encountered a blizzard and got lost without a guide, so we had to camp on the spot..."

"The excavation of the thermal insulation snow wall failed. The cooking class was unable to cook on the snow. Many of the team members fainted due to the freezing of urine and the broken gold rod..."

"Any unit that receives this radio communication... please reply to me... and help request search and rescue from the Northeast Army Base Camp..."

Although behind the noisy and unclear wind and electromagnetic sound, people can still feel the deep anxiety behind the man's meticulous words.

"Radio communication? Is it the troops stationed nearby? Save us, the Shinkansen is out of order..."

"You have to be joking with some common sense, can the mobile phone receive the radio?"

"Hey, what the hell is going on..."

"Prank calls should also be stopped in moderation, why can't you hang up after picking up..."

"Telecom fraud, this is... hiss, what an ice!"

Many travelers tried to hang up this inexplicable phone call, but found that the phone screen was covered with a thin layer of frost...

Not to mention the inability to operate the phone, even holding it in the hand is extremely difficult because of the ice-like chill.

"The designation of the Eighth Division of the Army has been abolished for decades after the war...If what he said is true, is it decades late for this radio?"

After carefully reviewing the contents of the phone, Onodera from the Self-Defense Forces turned a little ugly: "Report the situation to the headquarters immediately. By the way, check the team number mentioned on the phone!"

"The report says that the mobile phone is out of control, and the anti-interference tablet is also unavailable due to the failure of the wireless network..."

"The emergency contact device on the train, go check it out!"

Just when the atmosphere in the room was slightly anxious due to the out-of-control electronic products and network conditions, the voice of the man who claimed to be "Shencheng Wenji" sounded in countless mobile phones again: "This is the fifth infantryman of the Eighth Division of the Army. The second team of the Wing...Any unit, please reply when you receive it!"

"I'm... Captain Shen Cheng Wenji... On the second day of the march, as the number of wounded exceeded expectations and the wind and snow did not decrease, I decided to let the large troops return to their original path..."

"The compass failed due to the severe cold. After we got lost and turned back to the camp, we could only continue to move towards the hot spring... Lost our way, and marched for 14 hours in the snowstorm, but only advanced 700 meters..."

"The soldiers are exhausted, the food is frozen and cannot be eaten... We can only rest overnight and enclose the frostbitten soldiers in the middle to keep warm..."

Compared with the previous communication, the man's voice is full of exhaustion and sadness, and even his breathing is much heavier.

"Even though we sang and wanted to stay awake while we were walking, there were still people falling down...until dawn, one-third of the people died and one-third were severely frostbited..."

"Some soldiers said that they saw the one-eyed snow house, and some soldiers claimed to have seen the graceful Snow Girl..."

"The situation is urgent, we urgently need rescue...Any unit that receives this radio communication...Please be sure to reply to me...At the same time, help request search and rescue from the Northeast Army Base Camp..."

Because of this chilling "unknown call", the noisy carriage was suddenly quiet for a moment, and even the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

"The train is temporarily unable to start due to abnormal electronic equipment. The maintenance personnel are working on it. Passengers please stay in your seats and do not walk around randomly."

It was not until the trembling broadcast sound of the flight attendants that the passengers in each compartment recovered from the panic and completely exploded.

"Where are the crew members, think of a way!"

"This, this is definitely haunted!!!"

"Open the door, let me get off, there should be a village nearby!"

Many passengers panicked and began to flap the doors.

"This is the second battalion of the 5th Infantry Wing of the Army's Eighth Division. I am Captain Shencheng Wenji... Any unit, please reply if you receive it!"

However, on the other end of the phone, the radio communication from "Shencheng Wenji" continued.

"On the third day of the march, the thermometer showed it was minus 20 degrees, but the howling snow wind made me feel like minus 40 degrees..."

"Frozen corpses, their mouths split like suffocation, their eyes bleed, their eyes bent, their hands and feet bent, and their backs arched like dried shrimps. They turn into crumbs when touched like bread cubes. They can't be cleaned at all..."

"With only seventy-one people left, we continued to move desperately, but got lost and came to the cliff... Many soldiers chose to jump off the cliff because of a mental breakdown... This must be God, forsaking us!"

In the "Shencheng Wenji" intermittent sound of "radio communication" through the mobile phone, the temperature in the compartment began to drop continuously, and even the breath could clearly see the white gas.

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