I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hmph, if Araki Sousuke is really a reincarnated eminent monk as the teacher guessed, then why don't I send him to reincarnate again..."

With a cold snort, Kotomine Jiro turned his head and asked, "How is the preparation for the sacrifice?"

"Master President, the congregants gathered from all over the country have already paid sacrifices that exceeded expectations, and we can start this month's 'sacrifice' at any time."

The woman in a dress who was acting as a make-up artist at the side stood beside him with her back and her chest out, revealing her beautiful curves intentionally or unintentionally, and replied respectfully.

"Well done, after all, this is a rare 'Hundred Ghosts' Night Festival', we can't treat our 'guests' badly..."

Nodding in satisfaction, Kotomine Jiro spread his legs slightly, leaned comfortably on the bench, looked up at the sky, and spread his legs.

"Master President, before the big day comes, let someone give you another 'treatment'."

The woman gave a knowing and charming smile, and after bowing ninety degrees, she squatted down slowly and brushed her long hair behind her ears.

"Bah... boo..."

Accompanied by a sound of unknown meaning, a colorful light and shadow surged on her body.

"Um."

Enveloped by the colorful light all over his body, Kotomine Jiro stretched out his hand to cover the old wound on his chest, showing a satisfied expression.

"By the way, send word to those guys in Yamanashi Prefecture."

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something again: "If they fail to return with the head of the 'Vice President' within today, they won't have to participate in this sacrifice."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Then, the dark and empty platform became quiet again.

...

Yamanashi Prefecture, West Lake, Fuyue Wind Cave.

Fuyue Fengxue is a large-scale underground cave group located at the foot of Mount Fuji at an altitude of 1,000 kilometers. It was formed by the scorching magma flow of the original volcanic eruption. There are complex terrain such as icicles, lava sheds, and rope-shaped lavas.

It was night, and the middle-aged man's soft and heavy panting echoed in the cold, damp, dark underground cave.

"I, Tokita Hiroshi... male... 43 years old..."

A short, thin, middle-aged man in a white suspender dress and black stockings was stumbling and running in the cave with complicated routes.

"The vice-chairman of the Spirit Eliminators Association...the fugitive suspect in a certain murder case and the theft of a large national treasure..."

The greasy back of the head that hasn't been washed for a few days, the square-framed glasses covered in mud, the curly thighs under the tattered and wet skirt...

"Today... absolutely cannot explain here..."

The man who sneaked into the closed area of ​​"Fuyue Wind Cave" was none other than Hiroshi Tokita who ran away silently with Tokimoto Ichiro's relic "Yin-Yang Sixiang Celestial Disk" a few days ago.

"Even if it's death... it must be fulfilled... President Shiben's request on the phone..."

Stumbling to a fork in the road covered with long and narrow icicles, Hiroshi Changtian stopped against the wall of the cave.

"The further you go inside, the colder it gets...Is this the direction..."

He exhaled white air, took out the compass with a shaking pointer from his arms, and checked it.

The cross wind passing through the cave, like playing a flute, brings out gusts of wind.

In the cross wind, there was also a growing resentment that continued to gather and grow stronger.

It is precisely because of these grievances flowing and converging with the wind in the cave that even in the hottest summer, the average temperature in the cave is less than 3 degrees.

Therefore, until the Meiji period, Fugaku Wind Cave was used as a natural cold storage for storing silkworm chrysalis and preserving seeds.

"Quick, over here... I can smell that old guy... As I have carefully washed my nose twenty times, I guarantee that I will never let him run away this time!"

"Don't fight me... That Mediterranean Sea dared to use that weird 'divine oil' to sprinkle my precious eyes. This revenge must be avenged today!"

"Hey hey, without those messy props, what will he do now?!"

At the same time, in the cave behind, the cold laughter of several men faintly came out.

"Tsk, I found it so quickly, has the guy with a dog's nose regained his sense of smell... By the way, it's not some weird magic oil, it's the "Guangzhi の God Oil 2.0" that people have devoted themselves to research and development! "

Tokita Hiroshi, who seemed to be planning to take a rest, ran into one of the caves with big strides, then carefully maintained a backward posture, and walked back stepping on the original footprints...

"I hope, doing this can confuse them..."

Immediately, he turned around without hesitation, and got into the dark cave on the other side.

Since he came to Yamanashi Prefecture by the subway in disguise, he was hung up by a group of cultists disguised as "policemen".

Although Hiroshi Changtian chose the rugged and complicated forest path, among the group of cultists, there seemed to be a guy with an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and he was still holding his underwear that he got from nowhere...

Changtian Hiroshi, who was locked in his breath, no matter how he switched routes in the woods, covered up his whereabouts, and even secretly changed into a suspender nightdress and stockings suit with strong breath at the camping base, it still failed to change the fact that the distance between the two sides was getting closer .

"However, those guys at least said one thing right..."

Hearing the footsteps getting closer behind him, Hiroshi Changtian moved his legs with tattered stockings under the white skirt, and started to run in the dark cave with his head buried.

"I'm the kind of guy who can't hold on for three minutes without props."

Traveling all the way to West Lake, one of the Fuji Five Lakes, he inevitably ran into these cultists once.

After using almost all the spirit-removing props on his body, Hiroshi Tsuneda finally escaped and got into the "Fuyue Wind Cave" with complex terrain.

However, when the reserve of "spirit-removing props" was reset to zero, it also meant that his combat power also returned to zero.

"Back then, I was asked to be a useless person like me to be a spirit remover to save others... Now, I am entrusted with such an important 'secret mission'..."

The reason why Hiroshi Tokita packed his things and ran away without saying a word on the afternoon when Ichiro Tokimoto’s body was found, and ran all the way to the foot of Mount Fuji, two hours away from Tokyo...

It was because Araki Sousuke received an unknown call shortly after he was taken away by the ninth class.

On the other end of the phone, the person with a hoarse voice who called himself "Ichiro Shimoto" asked him to follow the guidance of the "Yin-Yang Sixiang Astrolabe" without telling anyone, and he could find out about the murder of Ichiro Shimoto. The most important evidence.

Although the internet phone number could no longer be called back after that, Hiroshi Tokita still firmly believed in the identity of the person on the other end of the phone.

Because, on the phone, the other party directly pointed out a past event that only he and Ichiro Tokimoto knew about...

"Am I really worthy of your trust, President Tokimoto?"

Under the lack of oxygen and severe cold, the darker and narrower cave in front of him became more and more blurred in Hiroshi Toda's sight, like an endless circle of black holes that devoured memories...