I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

I do not know how long it has been.

Inside the toilet cubicle of Shinjuku Police Station.

Ryuu Uchimura opened his eyes, with a blue nose and swollen face, and labored his head out of the toilet.

His mouth was stuffed with tissues, there was still coagulated blood on his forehead, and a toilet plug was stuck in the back of his head.

The original meticulous and handsome hairstyle became a mess after soaking, and the smell of toilet water was still permeating all over the body...

This was the most embarrassing experience for Ryuu Uchimura, president of the Bliss Club, after receiving the "miracles" bestowed by the organization.

Since swallowing the "Water Tiger Root" bestowed by the organization, he can disappear invisible under anyone's eyelids, and his body is strong enough to lift an adult man with one hand.

The water tiger is a subspecies of the kappa. It is more burly and more brutal than the ordinary kappa. The body is covered with tough scales. It is good at using stealth power to drag humans into the river to drown and suck blood.

He thinks that he can turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands into rain, and become the ultimate god of the future.

Just when he remained invisible tonight in the police station to "finish the end", ready to find a chance to clean up the "informant" who undermined the Bliss Club plan, only to find that the other party seemed to be able to see himself...

Then he followed the other party all the way into the toilet and confirmed that he was proud of his stealth ability. He really had nothing under the nose of the man in the shameful tight-fitting suit and combing the "little gangster's favorite oil head". Retreat.

Even those ordinary spirit removers cannot easily see through their invisibility.

Is it possible that this kid is the kind of extremely rare and highly inspired person? Or is it actually a spirit remover?

However, those mysterious and mysterious spirit removers, although they have a good deal of dealing with demons and ghosts, are just ordinary people in other respects.

There is no threat to him as a human.

The thought of being able to see through the invisibility that he was proud of made him feel very insecure.

What happened to me at the police station tonight cannot be exposed.

This kid must die.

Just when he killed the opponent's mouth according to his original plan, he found to his horror...The powerful power he had obtained from "Shuihu no Gen" failed for some reason.

It is normal for the divine powers obtained from miraculous things to fail occasionally due to individual differences and proficiency in use.

The divine power that hadn't expired for a long time actually failed at this knot.

The leak in the room happened to be rainy nights, and the guy on the opposite side was so sharp that he was beaten mercilessly.

Ryuu Uchimura, who was sitting on the toilet, felt the power in his body without a thought in his eyes.

Although the "power of the water tiger" in the body is a little weak at this moment, it is still slowly recovering.

Feeling that his "divine power" is still there, his eyes have regained clarity.

On the mobile phone, the number of "death missed calls" of "Chairman Tianteng" has reached as high as 3.

His figure gradually became transparent, and only the whisper in the air remained: "Smelly boy, dare to insult me ​​like this...Wait after I finish processing tonight's goods, then I will slowly clean up you."

...

In the dark room, five men in cloaks and white masks stood quietly.

The air seemed to freeze.

"boom."

A short and stout man, also wearing a cloak and a mask, pushed the door in anxiously.

"O~Lun." The man at the head chanted an incantation of unknown meaning, and said, "You are late, number five."

"Sorry, even though the gang of imperfect things was delayed for a few hours, this time the sacrifices are still available."

The man called "Number Five" put the black suitcase in his hand on the table in the conference room.

"Then, let me announce that the second sacrifice of this month begins... it's too late, the sacrifices are not new..."

The man at the top took out a huge and heavy simple picture scroll and spread it out on the table.

The thick painted scrolls on white background only spread out a small part, and they have already taken up the entire long table.

On the old paper on white background, the simple ink painting style depicts various ghosts and monsters in different forms.

"O~mu."

Seeing the picture scroll, the rest of the people bowed their heads and chanted, and their breathing became slightly rapid.

The black suitcase opened immediately.

Inside, there are dozens of live human organs still beating slightly.

Heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney.

The organs were placed on a scroll one by one, and several people in cloaks bowed their heads and muttered unexplained spells in silence.

Soon, some kind of non-human murmur was uploaded on the desktop...

In the empty room, everyone chanted in low voices, mixed with the sound of chewing.

Like being eaten away by intangible things, one by one, fresh organs burst open on the tabletop.

The splattered blood and internal organs fell on the picture scroll, gradually merged into it, and disappeared.

...

The next day, night.

A can of drink rolled to the ground, falling to pieces, and bright red juice splashed on the ground.

"Damn it, my watermelon juice."

Sosuke Araki is now carrying two large bags of exaggerated goods, walking down the staircase of an old-fashioned residential building in Roppongi.

The customer of this order placed a single order on the website in the middle of the night for a variety of daily necessities enough for normal people to use for a week.

Roppongi is indeed the center of Tokyo's nightlife. It is still brightly lit and bustling like daytime late at night. There are still many men and women who have just walked out of the nightclubs and are ready to go to the next "battlefield".

As soon as I thought of finishing this single, today's task volume was completed, and Araki Sosuke's footsteps became more powerful.

When he went to the convenience store to pick up the watermelon juice, he met a familiar clerk who asked him to drink it, but because his hands were filled, he could only watch the can of juice leave him from his trouser pocket.

"Roppongi, there are such apartments without elevators."

While sighing, Araki Sosuke walked to the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.

"Hmph, these guys have written a lot of awesome'works' recently...wait to cry, you Damn it's gods, the corrupt government!"

Behind the door where the soundproofing is not very good, you can faintly hear the lines of the second grade man.

The freight is not cheap to leave the front hall. I would rather spend money to order this pile of things so late, but I can't bear to go to the supermarket during the day.

Severe dead-home players in online games?

Combining the merchandise on hand, Araki Sosuke concluded.

He gently rang the doorbell.

"Hello, Mr. Moon Shadow, the merchandise you ordered in the front hall has been delivered."

"It's really timely...it just happened that the potato chips were finished, and I was irritated by insufficient sugar intake, here it is!"

The man inside the door said happily, and ran over to open the door.

This is a man with long bangs and glasses.

Unlike the sunny and beautiful man of Abe Temple, the dark circles under the glasses, pale skin, and tall and thin body give him a complex temperament of intelligence, melancholy and decadence.

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