I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Aum..."

"Long live the Kingdom of Aum!"

Kisaragi Station, which was pitch-black, was already full of frenzy after Kotomine Jiro's "exciting" "live broadcast" ended.

"Yes, we have been silent for too long..."

"It's time to let those mortals, unbelievers and servants of false gods see what is the miracle of the true god!"

"From now on, only those of our gods are qualified to walk in the world!"

I was fortunate enough to hear the president announce the establishment of the "Aum God Kingdom" in person. All these believers on the platform were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Everyone..."

At the same time, Kotomine Jiro, who was standing on the roof of the car, spoke again.

"What are you doing in a daze, get in the car!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the terrifying black train under his feet opened with a sound!

"The sacrificial ceremony has already started, we will go to Tokyo immediately, and let the light of the true god shine on the earth!"

"OMM!!!!"

Amidst the frenzied chanting, people in black robes on the platform poured towards this huge train like a tide...

"Go...go...spread the glory of the true God!"

Even Akio Hibi, who just showed the "miracle" in the live broadcast, couldn't wait to fall from mid-air and join the army of "squeezing the subway".

"How do you say, do you want to kill these guys now?!"

At the end of the platform, Higashino Kohei asked in a low voice.

"this……"

Meeting Higashino Kohei's bloodthirsty and unfamiliar eyes, Ryoma couldn't help being slightly taken aback before Erqian.

"No, now is not the best time..."

He has no doubt that as long as he nods, Higashino Kohei will launch a "weak point backstab" to the group of cults in front of him who are scrambling to get into the train.

"If you don't know if the 'multiplayer sports' can handle this group of psychopaths, it will be troublesome if you accidentally miss a few... Moreover, the scroll on the roof is also very concerning..."

After struggling for less than a second, he decided to stand still for the time being.

"The Metropolitan Police Department and the association must have watched the live broadcast just now, and it is impossible to remain indifferent! The top priority is to track down the whereabouts of these guys and wait for the opportunity to spread the information here..."

There are a large number of these cultists, and the power of the ghosts under their control is so diverse that it is hard to guard against. In addition, the strength of the unknown Kotomine Jiro at the front of the car, it is too difficult for the three of them to kill them all in one go.

"That's right, it's hard to poke it to the end, and it doesn't explode until it's turned upside down inside, wouldn't it be a loss!"

Niya on the side jumped over the two, followed the footsteps of the group of men in black robes, and moved towards the last carriage: "Get in the car first, or you will be suspected!"

Right now, they are somewhat out of touch with the "big army", but it is not too abrupt.

If the other black-robed men had all boarded the train, the three of them who remained on the empty platform would be too obvious.

"That's right, the chairman spent time and energy gathering such a group of people, it's definitely not as simple as organizing a 'Tokyo Railway Day Tour'..."

Higashino Kohei's hateful eyes stayed on the top of the car from the beginning to the end.

"Xingping, a little intolerance can lead to a big conspiracy!"

Before two, Ryoma grabbed the last companion and followed Niya into the last carriage.

"Hmph, let your little life stay a little longer."

At this moment, even those political elites, celebrities and wealthy people who "stand" for Aum Shinrikyo in the live broadcast have all entered the interior of the car...

Only Kotomine Jiro was left, still standing proudly on the roof alone, facing the empty platform alone.

"It's time, the wind is blowing."

Unaware of the murderous eyes passing over him at all, Kotomine Jiro just stared blankly at his palm.

A dark gust of wind bloomed around him...

In the carriages next to the locomotive, the "sacrifices" that were originally piled up to the brim, together with the disgusting smell of blood, came out with the strong wind...

"Pa-ta... pa-ta..."

The bloody "sacrifice" rose with the wind, rained down along the top of the train, and fell on the surface of the spread scroll...

"Kach... Kacha... Kacha..."

On the top of the train, the sounds of tearing, gnawing, and swallowing suddenly sounded densely.

"Jie jie jie jie..."

"whee……"

Occasionally, some kind of wolfish, unconscious laughter can be heard.

"Tsk tsk, what a beautiful painting."

The bright red "sacrifice" fell on the originally pale scroll, and immediately burst into dark red "ink marks".

"Red as heart...white as brian...purple as liver..."

In the next second, those "sacrifices" seemed to be besieged by a group of invisible piranhas, and disappeared without a trace among the large and small tooth marks that appeared out of thin air.

"pink as kidney...green as stomach..."

As if intoxicated by the "beautiful scenery" in front of him, Kotomine Jiro seemed to be directing a large-scale concert, waving his arms more and more excitedly...

"yellow as intestine...dark as pancreas..."

This brings together the "sacrifices" collected by most of the believers in Japan, and turns into a black and red "Blood-colored Crazy Dragon", flying through the clouds and fog from the carriage, crazily hitting the seemingly weak picture scroll!

"Everyone after "Hundred Ghosts Scroll", today, let me witness a colorful and colorful feast!"

Faced with such a violent impact, the scroll called "Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll" was still quietly attached to the roof of the car, quietly devouring the "sacrifices" it touched like a bottomless pit, without any "overwhelming", Signs of "Indigestion"...

On the contrary, the black and white ghost images with different shapes and shapes painted on the picture scrolls, after being dyed in different colors by the "sacrifices", actually began to squirm slightly alive!

"The sacrificial ceremony has started, let's go!"

Satisfied to see the "Sacrifice" "Hundred Ghosts Scroll" inhaled by the storm, Kotomine Jiro sneered coldly: "We have to hurry up, after all, human beings are sometimes so fragile that they can't even take ten minutes." I can't wait... can I, Hachimura?"

"Hoo hoo!!!"

On the locomotive under his feet, two flames ignited at the position of the cab, as if a sleeping black dragon opened its eyes.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

Amidst the heavy roar, the wheels under the train ignited flames flying around!

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that you, as the first 'full divine body', have long since abandoned the name you used as a low-level creature... Now, you should be called "Train", right..."

"Crack."

Amidst the crisp friction sound, the doors of twenty black carriages were closed at the same time.

"Boom... rumble..."

Surrounded by howling winds, the giant train with flowing flames and black armor left the empty and old platform behind...

"Finally, the day has come... You should be watching, Kanako..."

As the train started, the "Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll" stretched out from the front of the car and covered the entire roof of the carriage, like an endless roll of toilet paper, quietly spreading out a long scroll along the railroad track!

"Please look at me, use my way, to become the greatest doctor in the world... Little by little, little by little, to save this fragile, primitive and ugly creature like human beings..."

With the independent front of the car, he spread his arms to embrace the darkness and strong wind ahead, and Kotomine Jiro's eyes behind the tengu mask were extremely serene.

"Whether it's Araki Sousuke, Fujiwara Takumi, or those spirit removers... this time, no one can stop me!"

Behind him, the flesh and blood dragons composed of "sacrifices" were still flying non-stop, disappearing on the surface of the "Hundred Ghosts Scroll".

...

Thirteen years ago, the University of Tokyo Hospital, Oncology Inpatient Department.

"excuse me……"

Wearing a white coat with a serious expression, Kotomine Jiro opened the door and entered a certain ward with a thick stack of documents in his hand.

"No, Doctor Yanfeng, I'm the one to disturb you again!"

The warm morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the girl beside the bed exude a sun-like atmosphere all over her body.

"Look, I brought you sunflowers this time!"

Even the sunshine in the room and the large bunch of golden sunflowers handed out in the hand are all dwarfed by this energetic girl with bright eyes and white teeth.

If it weren't for her too thin figure and bloodless face, Kotomine Jiro might have forgotten his identity and mistakenly thought that she was a visiting guest.

After all, compared to her, he who stayed up all night and had dark circles on his face was more like a patient.

"Cough... Please don't forget that sunflower is one of your allergens. With your current physical condition, a small allergy may aggravate your condition."

"Ah, allergens? I've forgotten about it, but Dr. Yanfeng still remembers it. As expected, he graduated from Dongda University... No way, they just like sunflowers..."

He and the smiling girl looked at each other for a second, Kotomine Jiro raised his eyebrows with a cold face, reached out to take the bunch of sunflowers, and walked to the bench outside the corridor under the other's reluctant eyes.

"I have read all your inspection reports."

Back in the room, Kotomine Jiro stared straight at the report in his hand, and said something without beginning or end.

"Um."

The girl sitting opposite nodded quietly.

"..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the white ward bathed in sunlight fell silent for a while.

"You... don't you have anything to ask?"

After a long while, Kotomine Jiro with lowered eyebrows broke the silence.

"There is no doubt! Dr. Kotomine is the best, youngest, and most handsome tumor surgeon in Japan, and he is quite trustworthy..."

"And, one day, you will definitely become the greatest doctor in the world!"

Seemingly not worried about her condition at all, the girl's slender white feet were dangling on the edge of the hospital bed, and she let the topic drift away with a carefree tone: "I picked it up half a year ago, no, it was thanks to your excision operation. I lost my life!"

Seemingly remembering something happy, she simply took the backpack by the bed and rummaged through it.

"By the way, the text messages I usually send to you and the postcards you send at scenic spots are all good to read? I have crossed off a lot of things on my 'life list' recently. In addition to going to school, I also spend weekends with My friend went to Kyoto for a trip! And this..."

"Takada Kanako, please be serious."

"Oh, I've already said it's Kanako. If the name 'Jiro' wasn't so common that ten people would turn their heads when I pronounced it on the street, I would call you by your name..."

Lowering his head, holding the report in his hand with his white joints, Kotomine Jiro interrupted the girl's thoughts: "As an attending doctor, I shouldn't directly communicate with the patient about the treatment plan, but..."

In the best tumor surgery in Japan for more than two years, he has seen all kinds of patients who are silent, explosive, collapsed, and deceiving themselves on the edge of life and death, but only this one in front of him is so optimistic that people think she is just here to treat dysmenorrhea.

"However, since I don't have any 'family members' anymore, Dr. Yanfeng, you can only come and discuss with me."

A crimson mask suddenly blocked Kotomine Jiro's sight.

"Doctor Yanfeng... I won't get better this time, right?"

"You, what are you talking about...I have only seen the inspection report and treatment plan until now..."

Ignoring the mask that suddenly appeared in front of him, Kotomine Jiro just looked at the calm girl in front of him through the eye hole with surprised eyes.

"Although I don't know the results of the examination, the abdominal pain that makes people sleepless every night, coupled with the sudden re-examination and the sudden stay in the hospital... I have long been mentally prepared."

Holding the mask in her hand, the girl stood up from the bed and stuck it to Kotomine Jiro's chest.

"...It's okay."

Standing on tiptoe, she stretched her arms around the back of the other person's head as if embracing her, and while putting on the string of the mask, she murmured: "Dr. Yanfeng is as reliable to me as my family..."

"So, so..."

Suddenly sticking close to the girl, smelling the fragrance of sunflowers pouring into his nose, and feeling the heat waves in his ears, Kotomine Jiro's whole body was as frozen as frozen, letting the other party tie the mask on his head.

"So...you don't have to tell me anything, it's okay..."

Adjusting the angle of the mask, the girl distanced herself and tilted her head with a satisfied smile: "The treatment plan is up to you."

"..."

Hearing the girl's words, Kotomine Jiro remained silent, and looked at the opposite French window as if feeling lost...

There, stood a strange man in a white coat, with red face, fangs, and a thick and long nose.

"This is a big tengu... It is said that Minamoto Yoshitsune's father was captured by the Taira clan because of defeat, and the one who taught him swordsmanship day and night in Kurama Temple and helped him finally defeat the Taira clan was the big tengu who lived in seclusion in Mount Kurama! "

Seeing Kotomine Jiro stroking the tip of his thick long nose, the girl smiled a little shyly: "After hearing this legend at Kurama Temple and seeing that mask, I felt very similar to Kotomine-san, so I couldn't resist buying it. "

"I... like a tengu?"

"No, I don't mean to be mean! Because when Dr. Yanfeng first came to the hospital, he was always serious and unsmiling, making it difficult for people to get close to him."

"But I know that you are so serious about every patient, and you always work overtime until very late to study the treatment plan... Also, on the day when everyone sent me out of the hospital half a year ago, when I secretly looked back, I saw you Wipe the corner of your eye!"

"No, I'm not, I didn't, it was just sand blowing into the wind that day!"

"During the two years on and off in the hospital, to me, Dr. Yanfeng was a big dog..."

As if recalling some mottled and precious times, a blush appeared on the girl's pale face: "...a big tengu with a cold face and a warm heart, who can make me strong and overcome illness."