I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"I……"

Shencheng Wenjina still had a huge mouth of imperial coins inserted in the abyss, just spit out a word vaguely, the whole body suddenly burst into hot white light like a lighted bulb!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Fujiwara Takumi only felt the pressure on his neck loosened, his body chill dissipated, and he fell to the ground from mid-air.

"This, what is..."

He clutched his unconscious neck and looked in front of him blankly.

What appeared in front of him was a middle-aged officer dressed in old-fashioned winter uniforms with a meticulous hairstyle and white body.

"Hey...cough cough... I tell you... you can kill, you can't enter..."

Looking at the zipper that was just as high as the tip of his nose, Fujiwara Takumi unyieldingly covered his mouth.

"Captain Shen Cheng Wenji... Bringing 198 people from the Second Brigade of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Eighth Division... Request to retire and return home!"

The officer put his feet together, with a solemn expression, raised his hand to Fujiwara Takumi slowly and forcefully, and then scattered white spots of light.

On both sides of the train, the undead soldiers who had dashed against the "land protected by the gods" had stopped their movements at some unknown time.

The original dilapidated, frosty and icy military uniform has become simple and neat...

The huge mouth that cracked like suffocation, the dark and hollow eyes, and the mutilated limbs all disappeared...

Only one man with an ordinary face and comforting eyes remained: "All the 2nd Brigade of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Eighth Division...request to retire and return home!"

They lined up neatly in a row, slowly bowing in the direction of the train, turning into white "fireflies", and drifting away like engulfed in the violent snow.

"Well, I said who just screamed so loudly outside the toilet..."

Inside the carriage, after the dazzling light gushing from the broken window, what appeared in front of the dull-looking Fujiwara Takumi were two thick, naked thighs with curls...

"Not only did you change people, but you also took off and took off?! Having said that, you can't kill you!"

He was so frightened that he pressed his mouth tightly.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the spirit remover sent to Hokkaido to support was actually you... John Kang..."

"Why do you know this name... You are..."

Confirming that the other party did not move "further", and this somewhat familiar voice called out his "soul eliminator code", Fujiwara Takumi courageously raised his head and looked at the incoming person...

Looking up along the opponent’s "flesh-colored wool pants", the deer ran across the bulging boxer briefs and the thick down jacket on the upper body, and then appeared under the brim of the baseball cap...

It is a face full of sinful breath, and evil eyes with different colors of gold and black.

"...Araki Sosuke?!"

Recognizing this person's familiar face, Fujiwara Takumi subconsciously asked the most irrelevant question at this moment: "You, you dyed your hair black?! What about that T-shaped eye mask? !"

That's right, this man who would walk out of the first-class toilet for some reason, wearing an off-season fashion suit of "flesh-colored wool pants + panties + down jacket" and a pair of wet trousers on his hands was issued a national wanted order. The suspect, Sosuke Araki.

"As a wanted criminal, hiding the conspicuous features of blond hair and blindfold is of course basic qualities, otherwise, wouldn't it be reminded to report me at any time?"

"Hey, don't take this criminal act of evading arrest so justified!"

"By the way, the life-saving grace just now, you don't have to promise something with your body..."

When Fujiwara Takumi’s eyes were full of tears, and he wanted to tell the other party his sadness, hesitation, helplessness and fear...

"For the sake of me that I have a good meal and not a good one, let's give a pair of pants to wear first, Master Takumi...Ahei!!!"

Araki Sosuke had already squatted down, pulling up Fujiwara Takumi's trousers with his hands very skillfully.

"Asshole, asshole, don't come over, you smell so bad!"

"My smell is great, you have to bear it, it's fine if your sense of smell is paralyzed... Wait, why are your pants so wet to the touch?"

"Shut up, shut up... Stop, don't talk, I have several pairs of pants in my bag!"

...

After one hour.

Aomori Prefecture, Aomori City, Okutsugaru Imbetsu Station.

The azure-blue train with broken windows and a mess is stopping on the side of the platform that has been stained with snow.

"Let's make it, let's make it, there are wounded here!"

Medical staff with coats and white lab coats were using stretchers to push the unconscious passengers from the carriages and transport them to the ambulance parked under the platform.

"Hi... Aomori is already so cold... I don't know what will happen in Hokkaido..."

Fujiwara Takumi embraced his arms and stood trembling at the edge of the platform, staring blankly at the thicker goose feathers in the sky.

After "Ghost Captain" Wenji Shen Cheng became a Buddha under the anger of a man who was disturbed by going to the toilet and lost his trousers, the Shinkansen was quickly restarted with the help of the regained crew. It took half an hour to reach this station.

Although a large number of passengers suffered mild hypothermia and frostbite due to grievances and the erosion of the extreme cold, fortunately, a large number of ambulances and medical staff waited by the station in advance for immediate treatment. The overall situation is not too bad. .

"Fujiwara priest."

The man's voice recalled Fujiwara Takumi's thoughts.

"Captain Onodera..."

Standing behind him is Onodera with a hand hanging on his chest and wrapped in a thick bandage.

"This time, thanks to your presence, the casualties can be kept to a minimum!"

Onodera leaned forward and pushed his buttocks together, and bowed deeply to Fujiwara Takumi.

Under the Hakkoda Mountain, his memory was frozen by the ferocious chill that came from nowhere at the moment when he was shooting at the undead soldiers...

When Onodeji regained consciousness, the endless white undead army wrapped in the wind and snow had disappeared.

There was only a carriage filled with inexplicable stench and yellow water stains...

And Fujiwara Takumi, who is wearing only briefs and changing his pants while maintaining the "Golden Rooster Independent" posture.

"You don't have to thank me, there is someone else who saved this train."

Fujiwara Takumi turned his face and took a step back, seemingly unwilling to accept the opponent's bow.

"I know that with your identity and low-key personality, you naturally disdain others to remember these credits..."

From Onodera’s point of view, although it’s not clear what happened, it must be the "holy favorite once in four thousand years" who finally came up with his true skills. All the undead army was removed.

"It's just that on behalf of myself and the three team members who were sent to the hospital, I would like to express my gratitude to you for your life-saving. After all, without your asylum, we are more than just broken bones and frostbite..."

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