I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Tsk, even if the bear is old and demon, isn't it still a bear with a bigger body and a higher IQ?"

While the city assistant was identifying directions in the trenches, Sosuke Araki had already rubbed out two round snowballs larger than his head and placed them side by side: "With this uncle here, you can follow the trail of the ghost bear with peace of mind. Just help me find that bus!"

"I see."

Seeing the indifferent expression of Araki Sosuke, Shizuo's expression only slightly eased, and he immersed himself in searching for directions.

The joking along the way made him almost forget the pain in his lower body...

The He clan man who looked completely unreliable in front of him was able to push back the "Aju Humanoid" and make countless evil-possessed dolls "return to the Kingdom of God", comparable to the existence of the "humanoid ghost bear".

"If the exhaust is in the same direction as the footprints, the car chased by the ghost bear may be the bus we are looking for!"

After finally finding a suspected clue, Fujiwara Takumi was not happy at all.

"Zongsuke...I always feel very upset, I have to hurry up..."

The thought that the bus was being chased by such a weird existence, and that it had already happened more than twenty hours ago, made him more anxious.

"Hey."

Fujiwara Takumi turned his head, but found that Sosuke Araki had raised a giant "snow pillar" that was more than two meters high, slightly larger at the top, and bloodlined, and stood toward the center of the two round snowballs.

"Hey shit, what kind of nasty and weird stuff are you on?!"

"This book is not good enough at first. If this goes on, Qian Zizi will get a 404 first!" 』

"Ahem, the description of'low-level weird' is really rude..."

Patting off the snow on the gloves, Sosuke Araki clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "This is a snow disaster road sign customized one-to-one according to my size, "Great taiyaki whirling and accelerating jet taiyaki"!"

On the vast snowy ground, there was an unidentified stand like the SZ Worship Totem.

"Look, now the mobile phone can't be used normally. There is a vast expanse of white all around here. You will be blinded by snow without wearing sunglasses, let alone looking for directions..."

With his hands on his hips, Araki Sosuke looked up proudly and admired his "work", explaining the "purpose".

"As long as there is this conspicuous road sign, if the search and rescue personnel get separated, they can also tell the direction... If you happen to show up nearby and see this kind and familiar shape, you will know that we are looking for her. !"

"'Otai taiyaki cyclotron jet-style taiyaki'? In other words, there are two'big taiyaki' in the name! How can there be such an obscene shape in the world that can make people feel familiar and familiar at first glance Taiyaki?"

The green veins on his forehead burst, and Fujiwara Takumi put his foot on the "big taiyaki cyclotron jet-style taiyaki" in front of him: "Anyone who sees such a nasty thing can't think of it for search and rescue. Signpost... It's so hard, it hurts!"

"Oh, isn't this "Great Taiyaki"? The reduction is so high..."

The city assistant who was recognizing the breath under the snow ditch looked up and nodded admiringly: "It is very conspicuous to be used as a'snow road sign'!"

During snow disaster search and rescue, in order to ensure that the rescuers and the searched and rescued objects do not lose their sense of direction, it is indeed a very old and conventional practice to leave rescue road signs along the road.

During the war, Mao people who were good at fighting in the snow even had the tradition of standing upside down the corpse of the enemy army and pointing their fingers to the north as "snow road signs".

"The breath... has gone in this direction."

Before Fujiwara Takukai spit out, Shisuke turned out from the snow pit and stretched his fingers to the northeast.

"Oh, leave it to me!"

As a "snow remover", Sosuke Araki immediately jumped down the trench, skillfully danced the shovel, raised the white waves, and dug in the direction indicated by the city assistant like a gopher.

"Hey, as an aboriginal and living in isolation on the island of Lake Toya, how did you recognize such a low-level thing as a rescue sign? ! 』

"Although I live on the island, I occasionally go to Lake Toya to trade special products... Isn't ‘Great Taiyaki’ a common and delicious snack in scenic spots? 』

"Where is this kind of vulgar snacks common...Speaking of which, you have actually bought them and said good traditional lifestyles?" ! 』

"Then, that was taken by Sangoro from the clan when I was young... Don't tell the patriarch..."

With Fujiwara Takumi’s continuous broken thoughts as the BGM, with the cooperation of Sosuke Araki and Ichisuke "One Dig, One Smell", a group of people continue to pursue the remaining breath of the ghost bear.

Along National Highway 230, there was an ever-extending trench, as well as the "Great taiyaki whirling acceleration jet taiyaki" closely connected and standing proudly in the wind and snow like a hill.

"The smell of ghost bear disappeared here."

After searching for a few kilometers along the road, Shizuo crawled out of the snow pit with a helpless expression.

"Looking at the direction of the exhaust gas, the car seems to have driven off the national highway. It entered the woods with complex soil, but it was not so easy to find..."

"Roar!"

With a low growl, he followed the few pet slave dogs behind, wagging their tails and dragging the sled to the three of them.

"However, I have already remembered this smell! As long as there is a residual breath two kilometers around, it is absolutely impossible to miss..."

"In that case, just walk around here!"

Fujiwara Takumi nodded, and got on the wooden sled first: "Well, I'll just sit on this one. Sosuke, you can drive by yourself."

Obviously, the period of "Moving in the Snow" from Hakodate to Lake Toya left an indelible memory in his heart and stomach.

"Let's go, the longer the time is, the less the residual smell will become."

After checking the supplies on the sled, the city assistant on the side shook the rope gently, and several snow-white pet slave dogs ran along the narrow snowy road in the forest.

"Warring States Warriors!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Araki Sosuke waved his hand, and the warrior who was also "standby" not far away, roared and galloped towards him...

"Shoo...wait...someone is approaching...there is still a lot..."

Driving tens of meters out, the city assistant on the sled suddenly twitched his nose curiously and asked the two of them: "The speed of the crowd is very fast...in every direction...is it yours?"

"Could it be the search and rescue personnel nearby?"

"boom!"

As soon as Fujiwara Takumi's voice fell, the clear gunfire sounded abruptly on the empty snowy field.

"Um?"

Araki Sosuke subconsciously turned on his side, a thin object rubbed his arm, and sank into the snow on the side.

"Which search and rescue personnel will shoot narcotic bombs on people?!"

Looking at the familiar bullet tail exposed on the surface of the snow, Sosuke Araki instantly recognized the origin of this thing.

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