I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Holding his swollen forehead, Fujiwara Takumi stood up and looked out the window...

"What's the situation, the amount of snow is not enough to block the road?"

In the endless darkness, there are only flying snowflakes, coldly reflecting the faint light in the carriage.

"Passengers... cheers... the train stopped urgently due to an accident..."

In the car radio, there was an announcement from the flight attendant with inexplicable noises.

"The staff is getting off the car to check... Zizi... Please stay in your seat and don't move around..."

"Several of you, go ahead and have a look, and report in time if there is any situation."

"receive."

Onodera waved his hand, and immediately two people ran towards the cab.

"Report, the reason why the train came to an emergency stop... sizzling... is because the train driver claimed to have hit people crossing the track..."

After a while, the two people who went to the front to check sent back a message through the walkie-talkie.

"Currently the EMU staff... Zizizi... are searching the nearby railway tracks..."

"What, the Shinkansen hit someone?"

Hearing this news, Fujiwara Takumi looked out of the window with his chin resting a little bored.

On the pitch-black snowfield, looming peaks and dense forests can still be seen.

"You read it wrong, it's freezing cold, even if you committed suicide by lying on the rails, you wouldn't go all the way to such a place, would you?"

It is not unheard of for Shinkansen to hit people.

At 2:00 pm on June 14, 2018, a collision accident occurred on the Sanyo Shinkansen in Japan, resulting in serious cracks at the front end of the hood of the front of the car. After further inspection, it was found that a large amount of human tissue remained in the damaged front of the car.

However, on the line from Mutsu Ichikawa Station to Aomori Station, there are mountains and grasslands nearby, and there are no large settlements at all, and there is no need to cross the railway tracks.

If someone deliberately ran so far to "commit suicide", he might freeze to death before the Shinkansen arrived.

"Um?!"

Outside the window, there is a faint dark figure, flashing away among the goose feathers and heavy snow.

"If you're not mistaken, was that just now..."

Fujiwara Takumi's face suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled.

"Principal Fujiwara, what's wrong?!"

Noticing his abnormality, several team members looked over with concern.

Turning his neck slowly as if frozen, Fujiwara Takumi stretched out his fingers out of the window, and squeezed out three words from his throat: "...There is resentment."

Where his fingertips were pointing, a jet of black resentment was lingering in the wind and snow, and it hadn't had time to dissipate.

"Let the two of them come back immediately, put on the equipment, and be on full alert!"

These three words sounded like an air defense alarm. Several team members quietly took out the latest "Spirit Detective Goggles" from their backpacks, put them on, and took out the silencer pistol and magazines at their waists to check.

"Yes...equipment...me too..."

Reminded by the actions of several people, Fujiwara Takumi also grabbed the backpack from the shelf above his head, took out priest clothes, royal coins, spells and other messy things from it, and put them on his body.

Because he was mentally prepared to face the extraordinary existence before he set off, and it was the first time he had traveled so far, so he was also "fully armed" this trip.

The only thing I didn't expect was that before I sorted out my anxiety on the road, did a good job of psychological construction, and even before I stepped into the border of Hokkaido, the resentful spirits had already come to my door.

After the disguise was completed, a young priest with a cold (stiff) stern (hard) expression and an extraordinary imposing manner suddenly appeared in the carriage.

"Calm down, the one with us is not an ordinary spirit remover."

"That's right, we can't lose face of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team!"

"receive!"

Seeing that Fujiwara Takumi changed his attire and his aura suddenly changed, making him look more sacred and inviolable, all the team members immediately calmed down.

"jingle bell..."

"Hello, moto..."

"Sa la la la, I'm flying in the sky, overlooking the whole town..."

"Missed promises are on the stars, and memories will not melt. While looking for the four-leaf clover, I secretly glanced at you..."

At the same time, a mess of mobile phone ringtones suddenly rang in the car.

The lights in the carriage flickered crazily, instantly turning into a nightclub disco scene.

"Hiss... this is..."

Fujiwara Takumi looked around, and found that no matter it was himself, several team members, and passengers in the same compartment, an incoming call named "unknown number" was displayed simultaneously.

"Report, it seems that every mobile phone on the train has received an unknown call..."

Holding the jingling mobile phone, the two people who went to investigate the situation also ran back in a panic.

The same situation also occurs in each compartment of the train.

The more rapid and piercing ringtones of the mobile phone were densely intertwined, like a tragic, painful, helpless and desperate wailing in the wind and snow.

"Can't hang up, can't turn off the phone... It should be said, can't operate the phone at all..."

After trying a few operations on the phone, Onodera decisively smashed the phone open and removed the internal battery...

"It's useless to remove the battery?!"

The ringing of the mobile phone did not stop because of this.

On the shattered screen, the "unknown call" was still flashing.

Facing this scene, he turned pale, and looked at Fujiwara Takumi for help: "Principal Fujiwara, what should we do, please instruct!"

"If you ask me what to do, I can only..."

Awakened from his trance by the other party's question, Takumi Fujiwara held up the "royal coin" consisting of a short stick and a piece of paper, and slammed it on the wall of the carriage.

"Up left up right A down left B down right AB down right A!"

After recited the mantra that was tampered with without authorization and whose meaning was unclear, a brilliant chrysanthemum pattern, centered on the imperial coin in his hand, bloomed towards the surroundings.

Shinto · Purification.

"This...is this the divine power that originated from the 'Emperor Meiji'?!"

Watching the majestic and sacred "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" spread rapidly along the wall of the car through the goggles of the spirit detective, covering everything in contact. The team members who saw this scene for the first time were all stunned.

Soon, a golden chrysanthemum-pattern spiritual power representing the blessing and purification of the gods appeared on the surface of the entire Shinkansen train.

The flickering lights in the compartment returned to normal.

"As expected of the 'Four Thousand Years' God's Favored Person', he managed to protect such a large area with ease."

Seeing this scene, the faces of several team members were relieved.

"The amplifying effect of this moral stick is actually so exaggerated..."

Takumi Fujiwara, who originally only intended to protect the carriage he was in, saw that his technique covered such a large area, and couldn't help taking a deep look at the coin in his hand.