I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In the dark tunnel, everything seems to be frozen, making it difficult to perceive the passage of time.

Inside the bus, apart from the occasional whispers from the outside world, only the breathing of the crowd could be heard, and the atmosphere was so silent that it was suffocating.

"I, I remembered!"

On the driver's seat at the front of the car, the middle-aged uncle driver, who had been lying on the steering wheel and had been silent all this time, said sweatingly: "No wonder, we drove in this dark tunnel for three hours. The fuel consumption is almost exhausted, but there is no sign of the exit..."

"We must have come to the legendary place!"

"Uncle driver, where are we?"

Thinking of understanding where they are now, and perhaps finding a way to leave, many students raised their heads hopefully.

"This place must be the legendary abandoned 'Changmon Tunnel'! But, we were clearly walking along the provincial road towards Sapporo, how did we end up here..."

"Abandoned... the Tsune Tunnel?"

The driver’s strong Hokkaido accent, which was ridiculed by his classmates as “interesting” along the way, sounds like a blizzard at the moment, which makes people feel chilling.

"The Changmon Tunnel was built in 1914. Before the existence of the Hokkaido Expressway and the Shinkansen, it was responsible for the tunnel connecting the east and west regions. I only heard it from the seniors who used to run long-distance transportation... It is said that because of the technical and operating conditions at that time, it was difficult. The tunnel, which is only 500 meters long, took three years to build before it opened to traffic."

"Company 1914... Isn't that more than a hundred years ago?"

The hustle and bustle in the bus gradually subsided, and even the boy who was making noise to leave from time to time was lost in thought.

"The Changmon Tunnel has been running for decades without incident, until the Hokkaido Earthquake in 1968. The tunnel wall was damaged, and a large number of bones were exposed from the gaps... When the tunnel was subsequently repaired, more were found in the foundation. Suspected corpse buried alive..."

Only the uncle driver was left, still talking in a trembling voice.

"After that, people began to explore the truth behind the tunnel, and found that during the construction period, the forced labor group responsible for the tunnel construction killed more than 500 workers due to illness, escape, and abuse, but there was no information about the disposal of the corpses. Record... I am afraid that they are the ones who were buried in the tunnel as the 'human pillar'..."

"Pillar?!"

"Five hundred?!"

Hearing this word, everyone couldn't help but let out a low voice.

Like most countries in the world, since ancient times, Japan has had the vulgar custom of living people enshrining gods, which is called "Personal Imperial Offering".

And the "personal pillar" is exactly a kind of "personal imperial offering".

In ancient Japan, when building large-scale buildings such as castles, bridges, dams, and tunnels, if things went wrong or accidents happened frequently, living people would be tied to pillars on the foundations of important buildings and buried alive as sacrifices for the sake of building Being protected by the gods, you can seek good luck and avoid evil.

Famous castles such as Himeji Castle, Osaka Castle, Nagoya Castle, Matsuyama Castle, and Wakayama Castle mostly have records of using "human pillars".

There is even evidence that human pillars were still used in some large architectural projects in Japan well into the twentieth century.

"What, what should I do, I don't want to stay here and become a human pillar!"

"Everyone, please calm down..."

"Think of a way, teacher... you are a teacher, aren't you?"

"Even if you say so, teacher, I also..."

Endless panic began to erupt quietly in the carriage.

"Boom."

From the top of the carriage, a crisp string sounded suddenly.

The little bird You Zhengong stood up holding the bow at some point, and the bowstring of the huge bone bow in his hand was still reverberating in the air...

"Uh...uh..."

After the chord, the inside of the bus was completely silent.

The teachers and students who were arguing all covered their mouths hard, trying to prevent even the slightest sound from their throats.

This time, perhaps because they became "targets", they saw...

"Ghost... There are ghosts!!!"

Through the windshield, a huge distorted human face formed by countless dry "human pillars" protruded from the top of the tunnel and opened its mouth wide, as if it wanted to swallow the whole bus...

"woo woo woo woo……"

Then, at the end of the invisible arrow's cry, the terrifying face was twisted and torn to pieces.

"Oh ho ho ho!!!"

"Stay... stay with us..."

As if enraged by the arrow, countless broken limbs squirmed from the wall, densely gathered into thick hands and feet, and attacked the bus from all directions...

It seems that only when they get together can they have the courage to escape from the tunnel wall.

"Ah, don't lean over!!!!"

"Here, there are also... everywhere..."

"Who can tell me, what exactly is this?!"

This made the teachers and students in the bus scream like they were riding a roller coaster.

"Everyone, please stay in your seat as I said before! In the name of Akagi Hime..."

Facing the frenzied torrent of flesh and blood that was so close at hand, the bird You Makoto on the roof of the car spread his hands and danced lightly without changing his face...

"...The darkness in front of you is gone!"

Several talisman papers spilled from her fingertips, scattered like butterflies, and burned the remaining limbs approaching from all around to ashes.

"In the name of Chicheng Jiming, grant the territory of the Conferred God!"

The unburned talisman fell to the ground, instantly turning into vermilion torii gates that can only be seen by people with inspiration...

The torii with the word "Akagi" written on the plaque securely protects the bus below,

Shinto art, Akagi Chimoto.

As if sensing a crisis, the blue-orange light outside the bus suddenly swelled in a circle, and then spread to the vermilion torii, burning all the resentful spirits who dared to cross the "God's Territory" into fly ashes.

"Boom."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiaoniao Youzhengong quickly draws the bow and leads the arrow...

"Woooooooooooooooooo..."

The invisible arrow, which seemed to cry like weeping, swept across the center of the tunnel with a violent breath, smashing the largest human face that had just been gathered.

"What Xiaoniao lobbied is actually true..."

"That's right, her family owns a shrine, so she can definitely deal with these dirty things!"

At this moment, she was like a goddess descending to earth, becoming an existence that everyone in the bus could no longer question.

"Mayumi..."

"Good, so handsome!"

Chiba and Gu Yuansha also forgot their fear, and their big round eyes were full of admiration.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

As Xiaoniao Youzhengong continued to pull the empty bowstring, tearing up those "human pillars" out of thin air, everyone in the car gradually calmed down, and obediently and quietly followed Xiaoniao Youzhengong's instructions , lying on the seat without looking sideways.