I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"However, no matter how you look at them, they don't look like ordinary police officers."

From the perspective of the middle-aged man, the "police officers" who were searching for something along the road emitted wisps of indelible black air from time to time.

"Is it a fake police officer, or has the Metropolitan Police Department been infiltrated long ago?"

Pulling down the mask, exposing his nostrils and taking a greedy breath of air, he took out a disc-shaped object from his arms.

"Anyway, the old man's decision to run away is indeed correct!"

That was the "Yin-Yang Sixiang Celestial Disk" that originally belonged to President Tokimoto, who disappeared together with Hiroshi Tokita.

At this moment, the needle at the center of the feng shui compass is trembling slightly and pointing in a certain direction.

"I originally planned to be lazy and take a bus to the 'Feng Cave', but now it seems that I can only go."

"Although it is dangerous to enter the forest on foot, it is nothing compared to Araki-kun, who is caught in the plot of those guys, who is suffering various tortures and beatings, and persists..."

After comparing the direction indicated by the compass, the middle-aged man showed determination in his eyes: "Hiroshi Changtian, male (43 years old)..."

"Even if you lose the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the president of the Spirit Eliminators Association..."

"Even if I am misunderstood by my wife and daughter as a criminal, I may even remarry and leave me at any time..."

"Even if I live an incognito and wandering life from now on, and finally get robbed to death by a passing gangster in a trailer..."

"As the successor of the 'Will of Time', I must complete the mission entrusted to me by the president!"

Silently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the middle-aged man turned around and disappeared into the dense forest.

...

Harajuku secret underground prison.

"During the recuperation period of PTSD, I came here to care about the case. You are so dedicated!"

"What are you talking about, not to mention that this is a big case in class, Zongjie was originally a buddy I grew up with in the orphanage... Don't worry, I will do my best to persuade him to cooperate with the police investigating!"

Outside the cell area, Ryoma Nimae, who was wearing a uniform, was "communicating" ambiguously with the detective beside him.

"By the way, in terms of time, it's best not to exceed ten minutes."

"I understand... But, the 'event' arranged for the evening, don't just take ten minutes like last time..."

"Last, last time I was too nervous... Don't worry, I specially prepared a powerful medicine..."

After undergoing fingerprint, retina and facial recognition, Ryoma and his colleagues saluted each other before turning open the solid iron gate with a serious face.

"Is it in the last room? Although I expected that guy would have a day of 'going to prison', I never expected to get into such a troublesome case..."

Passing through the doors of each cell along the corridor, he walked towards the deepest cell familiarly.

Ryoma was a frequent visitor to this Harajuku underground secret prison transformed by various runes and formations, heavily guarded, concealed, and able to take in both spirits and living people.

After all, the "Heir of the Black Emperor", "Brother Nipples" and the cultists who call themselves "Heifangzhu" who are now imprisoned here were all escorted in by him, and he had been in and out several times during the interrogation period.

"It's so noisy, when can we install a TV in here..."

In the corridor, only the harsh sound of the news broadcast echoed, but the hustle and bustle of the former prisoners was gone.

"By the way, why are these guys so quiet today? Are they all focused on listening to the news?"

Not to mention that when going through the visiting procedures, the colleagues in charge of custody have been complaining that the three newly detained "cultists" have developed a madness similar to the previous "No. 3", and the degree of madness is even worse...

Keita Guada, who usually likes to be sarcastic and sarcastic on weekdays, and his nipple brothers are sleeping on the tatami in a well-behaved manner today, and they don't even have the intention of provoking.

"Is it because you got the 'suit effect', so you changed the game?"

When the "family reunion" of the "Fangzhu four people" was in the cell, I found that the cultists were all huddled in the corner of their cell, kowtowing on the wall like devout believers, and silently chanting What.

"Whatever, with Xingping's 'captive' there, now there is no need to take words from these lunatics..."

Muttering something, Erqian Ryoma, who had limited time and didn't care about him, walked quickly towards the end of the corridor.

"Hey, Suprise, Sousuke FOOKER! Accept my brother's 'forbidden visitation' with tears in your eyes..."

What he didn't notice was that the directions of these people kneeling across the wall were all facing the cell at the end of the corridor.

"Don't worry too much, brother's recent investigation has made a breakthrough, maybe even the real culprit in your case can be caught by the way!"

When Ryoma appeared at the door of the prison cell with a very flamboyant posture two days ago, what appeared in front of his eyes was not the person who was crying behind the bars in his imagination...

"In case you really did it, and you need to forge evidence or plant blame, brother, I also know a few professionals... Is this kid treated so well?"

In the small prison cell, game consoles, magazines, food are placed in a mess...

On the wall, the TV with too harsh volume is scrolling the news of NHK TV station...

"Zong Jie, you bastard, you just slept like this without turning off the TV or flushing the toilet?"

If it weren't for the row of iron fences in front of him and the inscriptions and talisman papers engraved on the surrounding walls, Ryoma almost thought he had entered Araki Sousuke's original "otaku dormitory" by mistake.

"Or is it that you were confused by the interrogation in the underground prison, and now you are hiding in bed and secretly wiping your tears?"

On the innermost side of the cell, the bedding is being covered into a high ball, as if someone is sleeping soundly inside.

"Zong... Zongsuke?!"

Looking at the quilt that didn't fluctuate at all, and whose size didn't quite match the size of someone in his impression, Ryoma's call before Er did not know why it became a little trembling.

"Wait, where did these cement blocks come from..."

The line of sight follows the cement blocks riddled with holes like briquettes on the tatami all the way up...

"This guy Zongsuke, could it be..."

On the top of the cell, a square black hole one person wide appeared in his eyes.

"Idiot... Prison escape without saying hello in advance!!!"

Looking at the "black hole" on the ceiling with dull eyes and a complicated expression, Ryoma was caught in the biggest entanglement in his life two years ago: "You let me who specially spent the 'business entertainment fee' to visit me, what should I do now?" Is good?!"

To report, or not to report, that is the question.