I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"……gorgeous."

Looking at the stone steps amidst the rain of cherry blossoms in front of him, Kotori Yumaumi let go of her tense mind, and subconsciously rested her chin on Araki Sousuke's shoulder.

"Puff puff puff..."

The warm, sweet, and itchy breath instantly made Araki Sousuke's face turn red from the neck to the top of his head, and his nostrils gushed out scorching hot breath like a cow.

"ah!"

Then, the girl seemed to realize that the two were too intimate at the moment, and jumped off Araki Sousuke's back in exclamation.

Suddenly losing the nostalgic touch behind him, Araki Sousuke showed a sense of loss on his dull face.

"Teacher Araki! If you continue in a daze, the soul dust will be gone..."

Seeing someone in a daze, the usually gentle girl stomped on the other's feet with a blushing face and some embarrassment.

Looking carefully, on the stairs below, even the "cherry blossom petals" falling from the trees are actually soul dust floating bit by bit.

"Where is my picture scroll?"

"...It's always on your waist."

"Oh, yes... I'll go right away."

At a loss, he held the bucket sports bag on his waist, and Araki Sousuke rushed down the stairs again.

Just as Araki Sousuke was holding the long and thick existence around his waist and frantically collecting the fleeting soul dust, Kotori Yumayuki's gaze went down the stairs and landed on the men at the bottom.

The belated blood spewed out from the countless tiny wounds on their bodies until now, staining the stone slab and the soil under them into a dark red.

And their chests have already stopped rising and falling.

From the moment of being cursed by the "Ugly Time Three" of "immediate death", these killers are destined not to escape the end of death, and can only become one of the earth-bound spirits nailed to the tree.

"Ms. Araki... they... are all dead."

After Sousuke Araki had collected a massive amount of soul dust around the stairs, he was greeted by Kotori Yumaumi's livid face.

The head maiden of Akagi Shrine, who is used to seeing horror and bloody scenes on weekdays, knows that the other party is a thug who wants to kill Araki-sensei, but seeing a living person being killed by the curse of the wraith in front of her eyes, she feels as if she has been cursed by something It hurts to be blocked.

"I know... I have seen them in the spiritual body that just became a Buddha."

Sighing, he walked down carrying the bucket bag with a heavy expression, Araki Sousuke patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Well, they came for me, and it's not your fault..."

"Yes, it's not her fault! Everything is your fault..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly climbed up from the grass not far away, and raised the black muzzle of the gun at the two of them.

"...Go to hell and atone for your sins!!"

It was the "Black Emperor Godaime", Tsuchiya Keita who was punched by Araki Sousuke.

It was not easy for him, he was able to regain consciousness in a very short time after being punched by Sosuke Araki's fury, and waited for an opportunity to fight back.

"boom!"

The crisp gunshots sounded in the forest.

It was not the man in front of Sousuke Araki who fired the shot.

"Uh..."

On the wrist of Keita Tsuchiya holding the gun, a cloud of blood burst out.

The originally raised gun muzzle also fell towards the ground.

"Sousuke!!! Are you all right!!!"

On the mountain road not far away, Ryoma's concerned cry came from Erqian.

He was squatting comically in the body of an old-fashioned sidecar locomotive, and the gun in his hand hadn't been put down yet.

After handing over dozens of "suspects" captured by Yamashita, he was worried about the situation of Araki Sousuke, so he and two detectives requisitioned an antique locomotive and searched all the way up the mountain road, and arrived just at this time.

"You bastard, if you are one second late, I might have something to do..."

Looking at Ryoma's unbeaten face in the distance, Araki Sousuke couldn't help laughing and cursing: "The promised 'fishing law enforcement', but in the end you disappeared, so that I have to fish myself with this bait !"

Immediately, his eyes fell on the "big fish" that was still flopping on the ground.

"Tell me, who exactly, and how much money, wants the life of a nobody like me?"

Kicking the pistol away from the ground, and stepping on the chest of Keita Tsuchiya, who was clutching his wrist and trying to get up, Sosuke Araki asked coldly.

"Ha...haha... It is the most basic rule of the deep web that you cannot know the client's information, otherwise, who would dare to place an order on it? Moreover, this is not a commission, but a first-come, first-served public reward... ..."

There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and Keita Tsuchiya looked at Sousuke Araki as if he was looking at an idiot: "Your Excellency is not an unknown person... In the killer circle of the deep net, you are already a well-known hot commodity." !"

"You have to know that what is worth as much as your head is not a vulgar thing like money... but a 'divine thing' that can give ordinary people a chance to obtain extraordinary abilities!"

"A fetish that gives ordinary people the opportunity to obtain extraordinary abilities..."

After repeating the other party's words, Araki Sousuke couldn't laugh or cry: "You killers, do you actually believe in such superstition?"

"Hmph, with the guarantee of the 'middleman' of the Deep Web, no one dares to lie about this kind of thing. There is no need to hide it. The ability you just used on my subordinates must have a similar ability!"

Keita Tsuchiya's eyes were burning, with an expression of "I've seen through you".

"I told you everything, just now it was your own person..."

Ignoring the obsessive guy under his feet, Araki Sosuke looked at Kotori Yumami for help: "Really, is there such a thing he said?"

"I heard from Abe-kun before that on the boat in Nagoya Port, those cults mentioned similar things, but I don't know more specifically..."

The witch on the side shook her head, expressing that she didn't understand either.

Except for the spiritual lineage, people who are extremely talented and have no inspiration, even if they practice hard day and night, the probability of awakening the day after tomorrow is almost zero.

And for a half-demon who purely relies on bloodline inheritance, such things as "awakening without bloodline" are pure nonsense.

"Okay, okay, what about 'deep web' and 'magic things', let's talk slowly after we get back to the police station..."

Trotting to the front, Ryoma took out the handcuffs before two, and prepared to "pack up and take away" the only surviving killer leader here.

"Hey, think about it, if you were presented with the opportunity to transcend the world and embark on a completely different level of life from now on, would you really be able to refuse that temptation?"

Not paying attention to the bloody wrist and the cold handcuffs, Tsuchiya Keita looked madly at the "superhuman" Araki Sousuke in his eyes: "If I have such abilities, I will definitely be able to revive the Black Emperor...don't worry , I am at most an attempted homicide, and I will soon come out with the help of a lawyer..."

"boom."

"Uhhhhhhh..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong knee had slammed into Tsuchiya Keita's abdomen, causing him to retch in pain.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has piled up a lot of files related to the 'Black Emperor', and I'm still waiting for your Excellency to go back and answer them!"

"Oh, why are you throwing up, did you eat your stomach badly?" 』

It was Ryoma Erqian who "inadvertently" used "Black Police の Knee Hit" to make the shot.

"Since you like chatting so much, let's put you and the pair of 'breast brothers' in the same cubicle and have a good 'chat' all night."

"No, I will try my best to cooperate with the investigation, please be sure to reserve my right to be detained alone..."

Hearing Ryoma's words two days ago, Keita Tsuchiya shuddered for some reason, changed his stern expression, and obediently left under the escort of two police officers.