I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Edogawa District.

In the private backyard of a luxurious Japanese mansion, hot springs are bubbling.

The man soaked in the soup pool silently hung up the phone.

"call……"

The surrounding steam continuously rotated around his palm, converging into a bunch of slender tornadoes.

As the tornado rose into the sky from the palm of his hand, an old mobile phone swept in it turned into sand-like powder and scattered towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Clah la la la..."

The tornado dissipated abruptly, and misty drizzle began to fall in the small hot spring courtyard shrouded in white smoke.

"Master Yanfeng..."

A woman with protruding protruding backwards and no hair, slowly floated up from the water between the man's legs, revealing a beautiful face like a lotus emerging from the water.

Looking carefully, her white and greasy skin actually shone like fish scales.

"Who made you so angry?"

"It's nothing, it's just... a dead person."

In the man's calm voice, it seemed that the burning anger was being suppressed.

On the slightly undulating left chest, a terrifying bowl-shaped sunken scar can be seen.

This man was the president of the Aum Shinrikai, Kotomine Jiro, who disappeared after being hit by Kotori Yumayumi's "Secret Arrow Takamu" on the night of the Obon Festival.

"Since it's a dead person... it's not worth getting angry..."

The woman stuck out her pink tongue lightly and licked on the huge scar.

"You are just recovering from a serious injury, so don't rush into anger."

The scar at the wound actually squirmed and healed slowly.

"After all, it took a lot of effort to reshape your sincerity."

"Yes, it's me...restart this month's sacrifice... cancel the rules of rotation, let them do their best to prepare sacrifices..."

Lying in the hot spring with his eyes closed, Kotomine Jiro relaxed his expression, stretched out his hand to stir up a strong wind, and sent another mobile phone not far away.

"Also, I will specifically name a living sacrifice object, and those who can offer it... a big reward."

...

Shinjuku District, at the gate of Nishitoyama Park.

"Teacher Araki!"

"Zongjie, you bastard, you ran away without saying a word... Hey, is this car just picked up by the person who jumped off the building?"

After Araki Sousuke parked the car with the sunken "太" character on the roof, Erqian Ryoma and Kotori Yumaumi immediately surrounded him with worried faces.

"This guy, I leave it to you..."

Araki Sousuke pointed to the "No. 3" who was covered with bruises on the passenger seat, and whispered a few words in Ryoma's ear before approaching No. 2.

"Oh? And Kazuo Tento, are you the same master... Don't worry, I will treat him well."

Ryoma's squinted eyes were shining dangerously before, and he called several colleagues in the distance to pack them back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"How about it, continue the supper or... Zongsuke?"

"I have to go to the top of the mountain..."

When he turned around, Araki Sousuke was already walking towards the inside of the park.

"There, there is something interesting."

Under the threat of the sniper bullets before, his keen intuition reached its peak in an instant.

In that mysterious realm, what made him "care" was that apart from the sniper on the roof of the building two kilometers away, there was also a certain existence on the top of Mount Hakone behind him...

"Then I'll be there too."

Xiaotori Youzhengum took three steps and made two steps, and ran to his side.

"Little Bird Youshi, you..."

Araki Sousuke originally wanted the other party to go back first, but what he was about to say was blocked by the girl's slightly frowning brows and peaceful eyes.

Do you know that you are being targeted by the killer, so you are worried?

"That's all, you trouble-loving guy, let me, a public official, escort you for another ride."

Erqian Ryoma, who was also worried, started the old-fashioned sidecar motorcycle and came to the side, motioning for the two to get on the car.

"What year is this? The Metropolitan Police Department still has this kind of decommissioned classic car? How tight are the funds being shortfalled by people like you..."

Seeing Kotori Yumayuki squatting neatly in the side of the car at a loss, Araki Sousuke, who was sitting behind Nizai Ryoma, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt my back. I don't know how many suspicious people suddenly came near the foot of the mountain just now. There are not enough cars for detention!"

"This old antique was temporarily requisitioned based on my contacts at the Shinjuku Police Station!"

"You boy, next time you encounter this situation, don't just disappear alone, talk about teamwork...does the team know, Tim Walker?"

During Ryoma's continuous complaints before the second, the three of them soon came to the stairs leading to the top of the mountain again.

"Ryoma, just wait here, we'll go up and have a look before we come down."

"Oh, don't go too long."

At this moment, the corpses of those men had been "packed and taken away", and the pale stone steps had returned to their previous appearance, but there was a large amount of blood stains that made people worry about it.

Following Araki Sousuke up the stone steps, Kotori Yumami still felt that it was not very realistic.

It is hard to imagine that less than half an hour ago, this staircase was surrounded by dozens of ugly women and tree trunks full of corpses, and several names of people were swallowed before his eyes in an instant.

If he came here alone, without the protection of Mr. Araki, he would not be able to escape the unpredictable "Ugly Time Three"...

"Ms. Araki, do you want to find someone they worship?"

Walking up the stairs one after the other, the little bird Yumami asked in a low voice.

Under the light of the blood-colored lanterns, the strange scene of those ugly women standing side by side on both sides of the stone steps and silently heading towards the top of the mountain to "visit in ugly time" was still deeply imprinted in her heart.

Since she was a child who practiced Shintoism and believed in the animism of all things, she could naturally deduce that the behavior of these ugly girls must have objects of worship.

What kind of existence is enshrined in such a bloody and primitive worship ceremony?

"When collecting soul dust before, they said..."

Hearing the girl's question, Araki Sousuke slowed down and nodded heavily.

"...they were secretly tied up here by the Owari Tokugawa family and forced to use "Ugly Toki-san" on others. "

"What?!"

Hearing Araki Sosuke's words, Kotori Yumaumi couldn't help but his pupils fluttered.

"...and those who were cursed were buried under the big tree and the stone steps."

"The Owari Tokugawa family... so, so vicious!"

Man-made "Daughter of Ugly Times"...

Forcing them to cast the "Ugly Time Three" curse to kill innocent people...

Cultivate the "Shinto tree" with human blood, and then use the flesh and soul of living people as sacrifices to enshrine...

The souls of the caster and the person killed by the curse will live forever and never enter reincarnation, and worship here every day...

Everything that happened before, like pieces of fragments, gradually pieced together the whole picture in Xiaotori Yumaumi's mind.

"This is not a sacrifice at all, the Owari Tokugawa family is trying to create a god!"