I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Teacher Araki, do you feel..."

Looking carefully at the painting in front of him, the little priestess standing beside Sosuke Araki's expression turned cold in an instant, and she subconsciously touched the giant bow behind her.

"The person in this painting is very similar to me?"

"Don't scare yourself, there is no youth in life... There are eighteen-year-old witches every year... No, it should be said that every witch has been eighteen years old..."

Being told by Kotori Yumami that chills hit her spine, Araki Sousuke quickly reached out and patted her on the shoulder, trying to calm the girl's emotions without any words.

"No, the maiden costume of Akagi Shrine has several styles and proportions, which are different from other shrines..."

Holding a giant bow in his hand, the little bird You Mayumi scanned the corridor back and forth vigilantly.

"In this painting, even these details are copied."

Hearing Kotori Yumaumi's words so firmly, Araki Sousuke looked at the painting again to identify it carefully.

"Wow... I don't usually see it... Is it really so fierce..."

"Eye of the Void actually made a mistake, is it because the clothes are too loose? 』

For some reason, a blush appeared on his face.

"Mr. Araki, where are you looking!!"

Sensing that Araki Sousuke's gaze was wrong, Kotori Yumasumi hastily stretched out his hand to cover the white breasts between the neckline of the girl's priestess costume in the painting.

"No, I didn't look anywhere! As a professional spirit remover, I will never let go of every possible clue..."

Being "captured" at the scene, Araki Sousuke touched his nose guiltily, lifted up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and forcibly changed the subject: "Yes, yes, if the picture on this is really you, then it makes sense You should draw one for me too, right?"

The two looked at each other, then looked at the last painting at the end of the corridor.

In that painting, on the pale yellow drawing paper, there was nothing but nothing.

"So, it's because I hate that I'm too ugly to write..."

With a serious expression on his face, Sousuke Araki lifted his blindfold, and looked back at the "Wu Mie Paintings" on both sides of the corridor when he came up.

"Or is it that my lines are too tough and the size is too exaggerated, so it can't fit on this small drawing paper?"

In the left eye, these clean and elegant scrolls are shrouded in the ubiquitous resentment flowing towards his body, and it is difficult to distinguish whether there is a problem with the painting itself or with this space.

But as the resentment flowed, the ink on the screen began to appear as if it had melted.

"These paintings seem to be a little tricky... If there is any problem, let me 'same frequency' and I will know..."

After staring at it for a long time, the faces of the people and ghosts in the painting, whether in pain, bloodthirsty, or joy, became more and more vivid.

"However, there seem to be many more paintings like this from here...Could it be that I want to touch them one by one?!"

Turning his head, Sousuke Araki looked towards the stairs above with some headaches.

Going up from this painting pavilion, on the guardrail of the stairs and in the buildings on both sides, there are all blank, half-painted, or completed Ukiyo-e paintings.

These ukiyo-e prints that can be seen everywhere spiral upwards around the stairs, giving people the illusion of endlessness at first glance.

Just when Sousuke Araki was curiously looking at the densely packed ukiyo-e prints above the stairs...

The little bird Yu Mayumi whose big hand was lifted from his shoulder suddenly went dark.

...

"Hoo...hoo..."

Wang Yueche's heavy panting echoed on the blood-stained platform.

The seven purple flame ghost claws scattered all over the platform are slowly retracting into the void.

Below the ghost claw, seven dark and broken figures are turning into puddles of black liquid...

It was the ghost who rushed back and forth, as if entering no one's land, the "seven people before the imperial court".

"This is, liquid resentment? It seems that there is something else mixed in..."

Mochizuki, who was covered in sweat, was squatting on the ground with a cold expression, and was putting the residual liquid of the "Seven People in front of the Emperor" into a test tube.

The suit that was originally decent has been completely reduced to ashes at this moment, revealing the muscular upper body.

Looking carefully, the dark part of his right arm has covered the entire triceps.

"Report to the captain, including the three people who fell into the cave, a total of seven people died!"

"Well, take care of their remains."

Mochizuki Che got up and hummed softly, with his left hand resting lightly on the old samurai sword at his waist.

Following this movement, the black, shriveled part of the right arm began to slowly fade downwards.

"Check it out and send out drones to investigate!"

"yes!"

Several team members silently gathered the corpse of their colleague in a body bag, and transported it back to the top of the cave by rope.

Immediately, new team members descended from above along the rope, filling the positions of the dead.

The whole process was quiet and quiet, and no one talked nonsense.

No matter when they were in the peacekeeping mission or now when they joined the disaster prevention mobile team, they are very clear that what they and others are facing is an endless war with the dead that transcends latitude and time.

In war, there are bound to be victims.

A minute later, several drones soared into the sky and flew down the gap between the platform and the stairs.

"This is……"

Below the platform, the well-arranged, left-right, upside-down, and endlessly extending Edo Castle buildings appeared in front of everyone in a very spectacular manner through the liquid crystal display.

However, after flying down for a while, the UAV's picture signal was interrupted.

"Report, the concentration of grievances below is too high, which interferes with the wireless signal, and the drone has lost contact..."

"Well, it's enough... Be prepared to protect against grievances, let's continue down."

Mochizuki lifted his sunglasses and nodded expressionlessly.

This "hidden place" of the Tokugawa family has never been revealed for nearly a hundred years like a poisonous snake lurking in the soil and hibernating.

Although I don't know why it was opened today, but if I don't seize this opportunity to explore, I don't know when I will have the opportunity to enter next time.

With the bare-chested Mochizuki as the vanguard, the rest of the team members wearing resentment protective equipment followed behind, like a long black snake, winding down the spiral escalator step by step for the camp.

When they passed those Edo buildings with strange postures beside the escalator, they would stop and send a few team members into the house to explore carefully, as if they were searching for something.

"These vacant houses are fully equipped with everything, and there is no trace of anyone's use..."

Mochizuki, who was in charge of support on the escalator, looked even more ugly when he saw the brand-new and old-fashioned daily necessities that were constantly being moved out of the house.

"...If you guess correctly, they are all funeral objects."