I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Stop talking nonsense, how many of you are here, where are my team members?!"

Before the black-robed man could finish his sentence, Ryoma had already stepped forward, mercilessly kicked his mask away, and stomped heavily on the opponent's chest.

"Uh... woo..."

Amidst the sound of bone cracking, the black muzzle of the gun had already been deeply inserted into the man's just opened mouth, before the wailing could be heard: "What did you do to them?"

"woo woo woo woo……"

The man seemed to want to say something, but the thick black gun muzzle kept rubbing against his throat, making him unable to make a complete sound.

"Don't play tricks with me, or the next shot will shoot through your head and heart..."

Realizing the reason why the other party couldn't answer, Ryoma carefully pulled out the muzzle of the gun before Er, and warned in a low voice: "It's useless to delay, although only the wrist and foot were shot, but according to the bleeding speed, if you don't treat the wound within five minutes If you don’t, your life will be lost as well!”

"Cough, cough, vomit... isn't your companion at your feet?"

Listening to the man's words, Erqian Ryoma's trembling eyes fell on the three porcelain standing quietly in the corridor.

"As you can see, they have been refined into 'human masks' by me with the power of 'Zotori Fangzhu'. As long as you want, you can take them away at any time..."

"Bastard! Whatever you did, right now, right now, get them back!"

Hitting the opponent's face with the butt of the gun, Ryoma's finger was trembling on the trigger two days ago, as if he was ready to shoot at any time...

"Sorry, there is no way to save a person who has been turned into a 'human mask', but... it is very useful for drinking water, eating, and decorating the room! Wow ha ha ha ha ha..."

The black-robed man ignored the muzzle of the gun in front of him and the blood gushing from his mouth, and just smiled maniacally: "If you hadn't been so lucky and inspired to discover my existence, you would be neatly placed with them now Already!"

Zitoribozu is a kind of ghost that is widely spread throughout Japan and is good at hiding in corners and abducting people.

It is said that the purpose of abducting people is to use them as materials to refine the exquisite porcelain called "human face dish" which is very popular among youkai.

Just now, it was the man who had controlled the "power of Ziqufangzhu" who turned the three members of the demolition team into "human masks" after approaching quietly.

However, when he hid in the dormitory to the side, he wanted to wait for Ryoma to repeat his tricks when Ryoma passed by the corridor two years ago...

Unexpectedly, the other party discovered him first.

What was even more unexpected was that after noticing him, this seemingly dignified and upright detective pretended not to know, and then directly shot and attacked him!

There is absolutely no meaning of following the police's "pre-shooting process" to give an empty gun warning or confirm identity.

"I just heard gunshots, what happened?!"

After the sound of panicked footsteps, a male police officer in the uniform of the "Demolition Team" appeared around the corner.

"Who is he...does he need help?"

While asking with concern, the policeman quickened his pace and approached Ryoma before him.

"Hey, you are..."

However, what made him stop was the other gun that Ryoma raised towards him before Erqian.

"Stay where you are, don't move, the gun in my hand doesn't recognize anyone... Where are your companions?"

"They...are downstairs..."

Both held guns at 90 degrees and pointed at the two people in the corridor and the room respectively. The expression on Ryoma's face before Er didn't look like he was joking at all.

"I'll give you three seconds to report my name, affiliation, and the code of this operation...Three..."

"Don't be so nervous, that, the police department before the second, the second..."

Facing the muzzle of the black hole, the member of the "demolition team" smiled and waved at him, and the pace of his feet slowed down.

"I said, name, affiliation, action code...two..."

"Can call me by my name... If it's not my own, then the communication channel has been blocked early in the morning..."

Hearing the other party's words, Ryoma frowned slightly before two, his eyes kept scanning back and forth in the corridor and the room...

"I see... the unit I belong to is..."

Just as he continued to count, the eyes of the man on the opposite side flickered, his waist and legs were slightly bent, and he seemed to be about to make a move...

"Sorry, time is up."

"boom!"

With the sudden sound of the gunshot, a blood flower had already bloomed on his waist.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Clutching his stomach and falling to the ground, the man screamed in pain, his figure flickered like a distorted video tape, and gradually turned into a man in a black robe and a mask.

"You, you clearly only counted to two... Moreover, the transformation of the 'Power of Sichuan Ape', coupled with the perfect acting skills I honed in the actor's crash course, even the spirit remover can't see the clue!"

He clutched his bleeding abdomen and fell limp to the ground, unwillingly protesting Ryoma's "unfair" behavior before Er.

"Well, I can't see any obvious flaws in your 'transformation', which is more powerful than Oriental makeup."

Looking at the other party with disgust, Ryoma said so before Er.

"However, your words and expressions make me feel that you don't look like a member of the Metropolitan Police Department, and you have a strange smell on your body..."

"What, you just shot because you thought it was 'not quite like' or 'smells'?! I obviously sprayed so much perfume, and aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring your companions?!"

Chuanyuan is a kappa-like ghost without a plate on its head. It is good at changing into an adult to do evil.

After possessing the "Power of Sichuan Ape", the man also had this fishy body odor unique to ghosts.

But along the way, when the target is puzzled by the body odor on him, he has often succeeded in sneak attacking from behind.

After all, ordinary people would not decisively choose to shoot ruthlessly just because of the fishy smell on their "companion".

"Huh? You said... accidental injury to your companion?!"

Before the second, Ryoma asked a question in surprise, and gave an answer without moral bottom line as always: "When the communication channel fails and the mission team is suspected to be completely wiped out, who cares about that possibility?!"

"Let's not say that the caliber of the spiritual power bullet is very small, even if it is an accidental injury, in this special case, as long as you smear your fingerprints on the gun afterwards, and go back and write a report saying that you fired when the gun was taken away." ...'

On the Obon Festival, the shadow brought by the group of "dead people" has never dissipated in Ryoma's heart before the second day.

"You, you...you are obviously a policeman, how can you do this..."

"It's because you are a policeman that you can do this!"

"What... what..."

Hearing the nonchalant words of the police officer in front of him, the black-robed man felt his brain was muddled and he couldn't follow the other party's train of thought at all.

The two god-favored persons capsized in the gutter one after another and were seriously injured, all because they overestimated the "professionalism" of this young police officer who only had inspiration...

Compared with this "policeman" who has no bottom line in front of him, can he be regarded as an honest and trustworthy citizen?