I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Wang... Captain Mochizuki?!"

Seeing the dusty saber on the man's waist, several team members immediately exclaimed, but hesitated.

Under the moonlight, it was not Wang Yueche's black and white arms of different thickness that stopped everyone.

Instead, there are two thick and short red ghost horns standing like a devil on both sides of his forehead, and the simple red ghost lines that appear and disappear from time to time on his body surface.

At this moment, Mochizuki looked like a freshly unearthed evil spirit from the grave, just like performing "Return of the Living Dead".

"Perform a full-body examination on him..."

Koji Mochizuki waved his hand, and immediately several men surrounded him with stretchers and instruments.

"You'd better...don't come here..."

A man had just approached Wangyue Che and was about to help him up, but suddenly his face was flushed, and he fell limply to the ground with a smile as if he was drunk.

"Sorry, I can't control this rushing breath for the time being..."

Around his body, there was an imperceptible sweet breath.

"Don't worry, I won't die."

Mochizuki Che, who was lying on the ground, struggled to prop up his body, and looked at Mochizuki Koji who stopped not far away with burning eyes.

"It's really flattering that the patriarch Lao came here in person."

Ignoring Mochizuki Che's sarcasm, Mochizuki Koji looked past him and looked at the grave he crawled out of.

"You don't need to look at it. The hidden place below has been in disrepair for a long time, and it can't stand the toss. It collapsed."

"What did you encounter in this hidden land of the gods?"

Mochizuki Koji sighed, his suspicious eyes fell on the scarlet ghost horns on top of Mochizuki Che's head.

"As recorded in the ancient books, the Gui Tokugawa family hid 'this thing' underneath, and left a ghost who likes to draw to guard the tomb..."

Wangyueche smiled ferociously, and reached out to touch the pair of stubby red horns on his head: "I can't beat that ghost, I can only release this guy from my arm."

"As for my body, after waking up, it's already like this..."

"So, it was Ibaraki's remnant soul who used 'Higakiri' without authorization?"

Mochizuki Koji drooped his eyelids, and there was no expression on his wrinkled face.

"Who else could it be if it weren't for him. The Shenyin has already started to collapse. If I didn't run fast, I'm afraid I would stay there forever."

"Even if you released that guy, you made it look like this. The root of the disaster that Gui Tokugawa planted is really not that simple..."

『Although it was a little different from what I expected, at least I got what was inside. 』

Glancing at Mochizuki Che's bone-like dark right arm and the pair of red horns on top of his head, Mochizuki Koji turned around slowly and strode away towards the gate of the tomb, as if he believed his words.

"Let's go back and talk about it. The people from the association seem to be patrolling the tunnel below. Clean up the scene here so that no one will find out."

Looking at the trembling figure from behind, Wang Yueche's eyes flashed with cunning and fear.

"By the way, before your condition stabilizes and you adapt to the new 'organ'..."

Suddenly, Koji Mochizuki stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at Mochizuki Che with deep meaning, which made his face tense slightly.

"Suspend all activities, just stay in the research institute to recuperate."

"knew."

Pretending to be powerless, he promised, Wang Yueche's back was already covered with cold sweat.

To him, this old man who couldn't detect any spiritual power and could hold his breath with a gust of wind was a more terrifying existence than ghosts and gods.

Because, as long as he, Mochizuki Ayano, and even his parents' generation had memories, Mochizuki Koji had already looked this old and lifeless.

...

Single apartment in Wako City, Saitama Prefecture.

"ah!!!!"

In the endless darkness, Tsukage Chikusa heard the middle-aged Obasan's exclamation resounding through the corridor.

"There are perverts!!!"

Immediately, there was the sound of "bang, bang, bang" opening the door and the noisy conversation of the crowd.

It's so noisy, don't let people sleep...

"Mr. Moon Shadow...are you alright...wake up..."

A violent shaking awakened Tsukage Chikusa, who was cold and drowsily asleep.

"Ah Choo!"

He sneezed and rubbed his eyes before he got used to the slightly dazzling morning light in front of him.

"Mr. Moon Shadow, why are you sleeping outside, do you need help calling an ambulance?"

The property management staff in suits were squatting in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

"I just received a complaint from a resident that there was an exhibitionist in the corridor. I had already called the police, but when I came here, I found out that it was you..."

The property management staff happened to recognize this resident who "sleeped naked" in the corridor.

After all, the house next door to Tsukage Chikusa suffered a terrible murder just the day before yesterday, making this single apartment building one of the most famous haunted houses.

If anything happened to the resident in front of him, the property management company contracted and operated would probably be unable to recover.

Behind the staff, several women dressed as OLs who went to work in the morning, and the middle-aged Obasan carrying a vegetable basket, were covering their blushing cheeks with their hands, scanning him back and forth with scorching eyes through their fingers He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was about to be late.

"I……"

Tsukage Chikusa turned her head slowly with a dull expression, her gaze resting on a lonely bath towel in the corner.

Then, he lowered his head stiffly, and looked at his naked body that glowed with holy light under the morning light...

He suddenly understood, and there were meaningful and ambiguous smiles on the faces of the surrounding female residents.

"That... please don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not an exhibitionist or pervert..."

Facing the "large-scale social death scene" in front of her, Tsukage Chikusa resisted the urge to use the power of shadow to escape, and covered her lower body, picked up the bath towel, and wrapped her body in one go...

"I just...sleepwalking...yes, I just have the bad habit of sleepwalking...hahahaha..."

Explaining feebly, he quickly ran back to his apartment in the eyes of everyone.

"boom!"

After closing the door amidst the discussion, Tsukage Chikusa leaned against the door as if she was exhausted, and stretched out her hand to touch her neck with some fear.

"I'm not dead...why..."

Recalling the horrible experience of last night, his mind went blank.

"Those things..."

The horrible suffocation feeling of being strangled by those women in white clothes last night, crazily squeezing every part of his body, still lingers deeply in his mind.

"Did you let me go on purpose, or did you play off yourself because you couldn't digest my divine power?"

The joy of surviving after the catastrophe dilutes the shame of social death.

As for the horrible weirdness, whether he deliberately spared his life to train himself to be a juicy man who squeezed out regularly, or something else happened, I am afraid that only time will be able to verify it.

After experiencing all this, Tsukage Chikusa was deeply grateful that planning ahead to move out today was an extremely wise decision in various senses.