I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

The white gunpowder smoke was still in front of everyone.

Looking at Higashino Kohei who was shot in the forehead, the police officers in the field suddenly fell silent for some reason.

"Xinghei? What the fuck are you doing?!!!"

Hearing the gunshots, Sousuke Araki, who had been pinned down in the mud by more than a dozen police officers and could not see anything, burst out astonishing power from his strong body like a volcanic eruption. ...

"Crack."

The handcuffs on his wrists snapped apart so crisply.

His fierce fist pierced through the wind and rain, and slammed into the faces of several armed police officers, directly knocking them unconscious.

"Hey... Do you want to extinguish the flame in my heart with this little rain?"

Above the pulverizer, after the gunshot, Higashino Kohei with a bullet hole on his forehead staggered and slowly pulled the dagger out of Kazuo Amado's chest.

The bullet disrupted his balance and made him dizzy.

"...so ugly."

Not paying attention to the chaos below, he tried his best to focus on the dagger in his hand.

What was picked on the tip of the knife was a heart that was still beating crazily.

As the dagger was lifted lightly and the light of the blade flashed in the air, the heart burst into bloom like a bright red water balloon.

On his other hand, Kazuo Tiandou, who had only a blood hole left in his chest, had already lost his voice.

"Hey, as long as the heart is broken, such a monster will also be killed and die."

This is one of the knowledge Higashino Kohei inherited from those figures in the desert.

"……Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

This is the only knowledge he can rely on, who knows nothing about the extraordinary world.

As Higashino Kohei let go of his hand freely, Kazuo Amado's body fell directly towards the mouth of the rotating pulverizer.

"etc……"

Immediately, the stunned people present could only hear the sound of raindrops...

And the sound of "ton ton ton ton" squeezing juice.

"...Xinghei...can you come down..."

Sousuke Araki stared blankly at Kohei Higashino, who was covered in blood above the shredder, staggering and laughing wildly.

"Come down, I'll call the doctor for you..."

He had never seen Higashino Kohei, with his fierce eyes and warm heart, showing such a ferocious appearance.

In the violent heavy rain, the eyes of the two intertwined through the rain curtain.

Higashino Kohei lightly pointed at him with a dagger on his left chest.

Zongsuke...do you still remember what Uncle Qingren said?

Because you are not strong enough here...

"I think I'm strong enough here now... I'm going to see Lizi..."

Now, he accidentally obtained a powerful enough monster-like body.

Even if he jumped into that pulverizer and turned into pieces, he would most likely recover as before.

But I have lost forever the person I wanted to protect.

"That's it, farewell..."

Just as Araki Sousuke was climbing up towards the machine, Higashino Kohei was already embracing raindrops, and with an indifferent smile on his face, he fell back into the shredder.

Having completed his revenge, he finally had the courage to meet the person he wanted to see.

A shadow, following his fall, covered the "Great Mouth of the Abyss" below.

"...Xinghei...No!!!!"

"asshole!!!"

Watching this scene, Araki Sousuke and Nizen Ryoma were dumbfounded.

In mid-air, the dagger in Higashino Kohei's hand pierced his chest covertly and quickly.

"Uh... hey..."

A bright red heart appeared in his hand and fell with him.

The Assamite family is an existence that can be immortal as long as the heart is still there.

Well, vice versa.

As long as you destroy this heart yourself...

"Broken machine, stop it for me!!!"

"boom……"

Araki Sousuke punched hard on the control panel of the shredder.

It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on his face.

The metal case, which was originally embedded in the panel due to deformation, fell powerlessly aside.

"Give me...off...off..."

But the buttons on that panel were already in tatters, no matter how he pressed them, they had no effect.

"...boom...boom..."

Everyone in the field stared at Sousuke Araki in a daze, and punched hard on the steel pulverizer, leaving bloody fist marks.

"Here... I... stop..."

He didn't even notice that his arm was covered in blood, fractured and deformed.

"Please...give Xingping back to me!"

As if answering his prayer, the grinder in front of him stopped turning.

That's when the police officer dispatched from the other end finally managed to cut off the power.

"...Xinghei...it must be...it's okay..."

Araki Sousuke stumbled and wanted to climb up to the top of the machine.

"Wait, you... who are you..."

As if seeing something incredible, Araki Sousuke's movements suddenly froze.

"You have to treat Xingping..."

A rune like a living creature squirmed wildly on his face.

But this time, Araki Sousuke didn't just stagnate like he did more than 20 years ago. Instead, veins appeared on his face and he showed an extremely ferocious expression.

"……do what?!"

A white ray of light ignited in his pupils, striking hard on the densely packed black runes.

The originally frozen body took another step forward slowly and stubbornly, as if wanting to chase something.

This step was so firm that the runes on his face were damaged, and there were fine marks burning like lava.

"Zongsuke...don't...don't go to see..."

At the same time, a figure rushed forward, hugged Araki Sousuke tightly, and pressed down the wet, suffocating thick stockings on his head with big hands.

"That's enough... brother Sousuke...you have... tried your best..."

His vision was obscured, and after being dazed in Ryoma's embrace for a while, Araki Sousuke regained consciousness, but he seemed to have completely forgotten what happened a few seconds ago, and just continued his unfinished roar.

"Why stop me...try my best...I don't want to try my best...I just want Xingping to live..."

In the rain, among the chaotic police officers, two men in stockings hugged each other and knelt in front of the shredder, crying loudly.

Weeping like two children whose sandcastles have been destroyed by the tide.

With nothing, we were born into the world.

There is not enough wealth, wisdom and strength.

In a world without direction, clumsily lingering.

Courage, hope, fetters, these useless illusions in adulthood...

Even this body full of scars can be plundered by the ruler.

But at least, please don't go out, the last temperature in our hearts.

...

"Farewell, Kazuo..."

In the corner of the warehouse, the silver-haired Matsumoto Ginji glanced at the blood dripping from the gap of the pulverizer, jumped into the sea and left without looking back.

"After all, I am not as effective as the real mountain god..."

Just before Araki Sousuke and Er, Ryoma was numbly pulled off his headgear and handcuffed by the police, and was about to be escorted into a police car when several black commercial vehicles stopped at the warehouse door at high speed.

"Uncle Siena... I knew you were fine..."

The one who hurried down from the car was Mochizuki Ayano who had come all the way from Tokyo.

Seeing Siena, who was being carried out of the warehouse on a stretcher with a weak complexion, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The two of them... what's wrong... What happened here?"

Mochizuki Ayano frowned when she saw Araki Sosuke and Nizene Ryoma who were kneeling and weeping silently, as well as several unconscious police officers in the field.

Siena on the stretcher shook her head in confusion.

"I'm Mochizuki Ayano, the head of Section 9. These two people are not suspects, they are related people who assisted me..."

She quickly took out her ID and was about to step forward and intercept the two of them.

"Oops, there seems to be a problem inside..."

Siena's face suddenly changed, as if he remembered something.

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be someone lying on the second-floor platform of the warehouse.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew out from the gap in the iron door of the warehouse.

The raindrops falling in the sky seemed to be cut in half by several invisible blades.

"not good!!!"

Siena, who was originally extremely weak, turned over from the stretcher like a flashback, and threw Mochizuki Ayano to the ground with her tall body.

A series of fine blood marks shattered the faint holy light on his back, bringing up a large cloud of blood.

Behind the two, two detectives carrying a stretcher turned their heads to check without knowing it, and then collapsed into a lump of meat.

"Uncle Siena..."

Seeing the strange scene in front of her, Mochizuki Ayano's pupils were shaken by Siena.

Like the people around her, she didn't "see" anything just now, she could only feel the abnormal surge of air.

However, she could indeed "see" a thin man wrapped in a black robe and wearing a white mask, rushing out of the warehouse and running towards the outside of the pier.

And it was the whirlwind around him that split the two agents into countless pieces.

She doesn't "see" with her eyes, but with her memory.

There is obviously nothing in front of him, but he can flip through the coherent picture a second ago from his memory.

This contradictory and delayed visual experience gave her an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"boom."

Mochizuki Ayano stood up, predicting the opponent's trajectory, and shot without hesitation.

The slender spiritual bullet pierced through the night and hit the figure in the black robe precisely.

The man staggered, but as if he didn't feel any pain, he disappeared into the rain curtain extremely quickly.

"Damn... that guy, who is it..."

Mochizuki Ayano stomped her feet, unwilling to chase into the rain.

"Don't chase... the resentment in that person's hand is very powerful."

Siena on the ground reached out and gently grabbed her trousers.

He remembered the irresistible and deadly fear that that white mask brought to him.

"...you have to be careful, people around you."

Without the body protection of the Holy Light, Siena was also seriously injured. After reminding her angrily, she passed out.

"Uncle Siena!"

In front of the warehouse door, Mochizuki Ayano, Yudai Lihua, fell powerlessly on the ground amidst the flesh and blood.

...

"Plop..."

In the darkness, a heart was beating vigorously.

The heartbeat is so loud that people can even hear the sound of blood gushing and flowing at high speed.

"Puff...Puff..."

A man was awakened by the sound of his own heartbeat.

He slowly opened his eyes...

This is a dark basement.

And himself, naked, lying on the dilapidated sofa.

In the empty basement, there is only an old computer with a faint light on the screen.

In the air, there was the smell of fresh blood.

"Is this...hell?"

"Sorry, but in the standard sense, this is not hell... but a world uglier than hell."

A man answered his question in jerky Japanese with an enthusiastic tone.

"As expected, the Assamite blood clan, who claim to be immortal and stronger as they die, woke up earlier than I expected..."

However, there was no one in the direction the voice came from.

"...Who is it, pretending to be a ghost..."

The man on the sofa appeared at the source of the sound with a ghostly speed, and punched there hard.

But this punch was in vain.

"In Aesop's fables, there is a story called the farmer and the snake... It took me a lot of effort to collect enough flesh and blood sacrifices to restore you, Mr. Dongye, who only has one heart left."

Hearing his words, the man gradually showed bitterness on his face.

Memories flooded my mind.

Kazuo Amado twisted his painful expression before he died, dug out his own heart with his own hands, and leaped toward the pulverizer with relief...

And, the crying of Sousuke and Ryoma.

That's right, the man who woke up in the basement was none other than Kohei Higashino, who had been confirmed by the police to be "broken to pieces".

"Only one heart left? A blood sacrifice?"

After clearing his mind and remembering a certain word in the other party's words, Higashino Xinghei turned his head to look at the corner of the basement with a bad feeling.

There, piled up like hills of gravel.

This person must have used some method to intercept his heart before he fell into the pulverizer.

However, even the Assamites cannot heal themselves out of thin air and need to consume a lot of blood.

"Don't worry, I just bought a few wild boars, and I won't go out to catch the blood sacrifices. Doing so will cause trouble for myself... But when I was diverting my heart, I was almost seen through by that interesting friend of yours. It’s really unexpected in terms of phase shape.”

The voice in the air dispelled his worries.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

Higashino Kohei lowered his eyes and said indifferently.

"You should know that no matter how many times you stop me, I will go down and reunite with Lizi..."

His great hatred was avenged, and he became a human being, a ghost and a ghost.

This person deliberately saved himself, and he must have no good intentions.

"Hey, I just can't bear to see the last Assamite blood race in this world commit suicide because of such a boring thing..."

In the darkness, the space gradually distorted, turning into a human figure, who sat leisurely on the chair in front of the old computer.

"Also, your method of committing suicide is not right. The Assamite Blood Race is a tough fellow who can be revived with only the flesh and blood left over from the heart... If you really want to commit suicide, you should..."

This is a blond man with a ponytail and a beard.

He seemed to be too talkative, and even started talking about "the correct suicide posture of the Assamite blood clan" on his own.

"Who are you……"

Seeing the man's face clearly, Higashino Kohei narrowed his eyes.

Without warning, he appeared in front of the other party and grabbed the man's neck.

Compared with before, his movements are more sensitive and vigorous.

"...I remember you, you are that reporter... boring thing? What do you know..."

This man was the foreign reporter who was punched by him because he didn't know what to do on the rainy night when he lost Lizi.

"That's right, NHK International Channel's reporter Shado Nord is one of my identities... You can also regard me as a bystander and trader who is curious about everything in this world."

Held high by him, the man's expression was still calm, but his face was a little red from suffocation.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Sorry, I remember you just said, reunion?"

"... Xingping."

Higashino Kohei froze when a woman's voice came from behind.