I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Tsk, even if the bear grows into a monster, isn't it still a bear with a bigger body and a higher IQ?"

While the city assistant was identifying the direction in the trench, Araki Sousuke had already rolled out two round snowballs bigger than his head, and put them together side by side: "With my uncle here, you can follow the ghost bear's trail with peace of mind." Just help me find that bus!"

"I see."

Looking at Sousuke Araki with a calm face, Ichisuke's expression softened a little, and he buried himself in looking for the direction.

The laughing and joking along the way made him almost forget the pain in his lower body...

This seemingly unreliable He tribe man in front of him is able to force back the "Aju human form" and make countless evil dolls "return to the kingdom of God", which is comparable to the existence of "human ghost bear".

"If the exhaust gas and the footprints are in the same direction, the car being chased by the ghost bear may be the bus we are looking for!"

After finally finding the suspected clue, Fujiwara Takumi was not happy at all.

"Zongsuke...I always feel uneasy, I have to hurry up..."

When he thought that the bus was being chased by this strange existence, and it was more than 20 hours ago, he became more and more anxious.

"Hey."

Takumi Fujiwara turned his head, only to find that Sousuke Araki raised a giant "snow pillar" more than two meters high, slightly larger at the top, and full of blood, and stood between the two round snowballs.

"Hey shit, what kind of obscene and strange things are you stacking here?!"

『This book is already unscrupulous enough, if this continues, you will be 404 before you can save Chiyoko! 』

"Ahem, the description of 'low-level strange' is really rude..."

After slapping off the snow on his gloves, Sousuke Araki coughed lightly with his fist: "This is a snow disaster road sign customized one-to-one according to my size, 'Big Taiyaki Cyclotron Jet Big Taiyaki'!"

On the vast snowy ground, there suddenly appeared an unknown standing object like a totem worshiped by SZ.

"Look, the mobile phone can't be used normally now. There is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. If you don't wear sunglasses, you will be directly snow blind, let alone find the direction..."

With his hands on his hips, Sousuke Araki proudly raised his head to admire his "work" and explained the "purpose".

"As long as there is this conspicuous road sign, if the search and rescue personnel get separated, they can also tell the direction... If Xiaoniao Youshi and the others happen to appear nearby and see this kind and familiar shape, they will definitely know that we are looking for her !"

"'Big Taiyaki Cyclotron Jet Big Taiyaki'? By the way, there are two 'big Taiyaki' in the name! How can there be such an obscene shape in the world that can make people feel familiar and familiar at a glance? Taiyaki?"

With blue veins on his forehead, Fujiwara Takumi put his foot on the "big taiyaki cyclotron jet big taiyaki" in front of him: "Anyone who sees such obscene things can't think that it is for search and rescue. Road signs... so hard, it hurts!"

"Oh, isn't this 'Big Taiyaki', the reduction is really high..."

The city assistant, who was checking the breath back and forth under the snow ditch, looked up and nodded appreciatively: "It's very conspicuous to use as a 'snow road sign'!"

During the snow disaster search and rescue, in order to ensure that the rescuers and the searched and rescued objects do not lose their sense of direction, it is indeed a very old and routine practice to leave rescue road signs along the road.

During the war, the Mao people, who were good at fighting in the snow, even had the tradition of standing upside down on the enemy's corpse and pointing their fingers to the north, as a "snow road sign".

"The breath... is heading in this direction."

Before Fujiwara Takumi complained, Ichisuke turned out of the snow pit and pointed his finger to the northeast.

"Oh, leave it to me!"

As a "snow removal craftsman", Araki Sousuke immediately jumped down the trench, skillfully wielded the shovel, set off white waves, and quickly dug in the direction indicated by Shisuke like a gopher.

"Hey, as an aborigine living in isolation on Toyako Island, how did you recognize this low-level thing as a rescue sign?" ! 』

"Although I live on the island, I occasionally go to Lake Toya to trade special products... Isn't 'Big Taiyaki' a delicious snack that is common in scenic spots? 』

"This kind of vulgar-looking snack, where is it common... By the way, you actually bought it and ate it, what about the agreed-upon traditional lifestyle? ! 』

"Well, Sangoro from the clan took me there when I was young...don't, don't tell the clan leader..."

Taking Fujiwara Takumi's continuous broken thoughts as the BGM, with the cooperation of Sosuke Araki and Ichisuke "digging and hearing", a group of people continued to pursue the remaining breath of the ghost bear.

Along National Highway 230, there is a continuously extending trench, and the closely connected "Da Tai Yaki" stands proudly in the wind and snow like a hill.

"The smell of the ghost bear has disappeared here."

After searching along the road for a few kilometers, Shisuke climbed out of the snow pit with a helpless face.

"Looking at the direction of the exhaust, the car seems to have driven off the national road. It entered the forest with a complex soil smell, but it's not so easy to find..."

"Roar!"

He let out a low growl, and the several Ainu dogs who had been following behind wagged their tails and dragged the sled to the front of the three of them.

"However, I have already remembered this smell! As long as there is a residual breath within two kilometers around, it is absolutely impossible to miss it..."

"In that case, let's walk around here!"

Fujiwara Takumi nodded, and got on the wooden sled first: "Well, I'll just take this one, Sousuke, you can drive yourself."

Apparently, the "snow ride" from Hakodate to Lake Toya left an indelible memory in his heart and stomach.

"Let's go, the longer the time drags on, the weaker the residual smell will become."

After the city assistant on the side checked the supplies on the sled, he shook the rope lightly, and several snow-white Ainu dogs ran along the narrow snowy road in the forest.

"Samurai of the Warring States Period!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Araki Sousuke waved his hand, and the Sengoku warrior who was also "on standby" not far away roared and galloped towards him...

"Hey...wait...someone is approaching...there are quite a few..."

After driving tens of meters, Shisuke on the sled suddenly twitched his nose curiously, and asked the two of them, "The speed of the crowd is very fast... There are people in every direction... Is it your people?"

"Could it be the nearby search and rescue personnel?"

"boom!"

As soon as Fujiwara Takumi finished speaking, the crisp sound of gunfire suddenly sounded on the empty snow field.

"Um?"

Araki Sousuke turned sideways subconsciously, a slender object rubbed against his arm, and sank into the snow beside him.

"Which search and rescue personnel will shoot anesthesia bombs at people?!"

Looking at the familiar bullet tail exposed on the surface of the snow, Araki Sousuke instantly recognized the origin of this thing.