I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

It was noon, and the streets near Kasumigaseki 2-chome, Chiyoda-ku, in broad daylight, extended in all directions, with people coming and going and traffic constantly flowing.

From a distance, you can see the towering Metropolitan Police Department Building.

"Guests have arrived."

A taxi slowly stopped near a crepe stand. The rear door was opened, but no one got out. After a while, the door closed automatically.

"I wish you a safe journey."

After the taxi driver finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away slowly.

But unfortunately, when the wheels were about to touch the zebra crossing at the first intersection, the red light came on, and the taxi driver could only curse unluckily, resting his hands on the steering wheel in boredom, silently counting the traffic lights. Decreasing red numbers.

Suddenly, the taxi driver shuddered and looked around blankly.

"Strange, where is this place? Why did I drive here?"

The taxi driver poked his head out of the window and took a look. Having been traveling in Tokyo all year round, he quickly confirmed the approximate location, which was Chiyoda Kasumigaseki, but why did he drive the car here inexplicably.

He glanced at his watch, then patted his head, racking his brains to recall what happened after noon.

I can clearly remember all the side dishes of the Erlang Ramen I had for lunch tomorrow, but my memory of the thirty minutes from lunch to the present is as if I am recalling decades of old events, blurred and inaccurate.

I have to go to work in the afternoon but I dare not drink, why my head is like a fragment.

Could it be senile dementia, but I am only less than sixty years old!

The taxi driver turned on the driving recorder and browsed the vehicle itinerary.

"Huguosi Cemetery..."

The taxi driver looked at the starting point of the most recent journey, and a chill ran up his spine, instantly making his scalp numb and sweating profusely.

At this moment, he remembered!

Although Gokokuji Temple in Bunkyo District is also a famous temple attraction, the cemetery in the western half is inaccessible and desolate. It's still early for the Meng Lan Pen Festival, and apart from the family members who come to worship their relatives, there will be no tourists or pilgrims visiting the tombstones at their own risk.

After I finished my lunch, when I passed the cemetery of Huguo Temple, I saw someone quietly waiting by the side of the road...

No, that's not a person at all, but something indescribable!

When he was driving by, he just glanced at the past casually, and then, as if possessed by a demon, he drove the car over as a matter of course, and loaded that person or that thing into the car.

"Hoo hoo -!"

The taxi driver rested his forehead on the steering wheel, his face full of horror and shock that couldn't be concealed.

"What the hell is that?"

Although he still couldn't recall the appearance of that thing at all, and whether it was a human being, the taxi driver remembered that although the thing didn't say a word after getting on the bus, he still knew its destination logically, and drove the car along the way. It's here.

Not only that, but on the road, the taxi driver, like all the drivers in the capital city, talked about all kinds of political secrets and gossip, but that thing kept silent from the beginning to the end, and he didn't feel that something was wrong , but very talkative trying to talk to it.

It wasn't until it got out of the car that the taxi driver noticed something strange under the data of the driving recorder.

But, but...

"Are the passengers in Huguosi Cemetery really human? Or something crawling out of a grave?"

Although it is broad daylight, the street outside the car window is very bustling and bustling. Fashionably dressed urban girls are laughing with bubble tea in their hands, and neatly dressed senior office workers are hurrying with their laptops, but the taxi driver is still in an ice cave ,shudder.

At this time, the green light was already on, and the cars behind the taxi began to whistle impatiently.

The sound of the whistle broke the taxi driver's immobility due to fear. His lips were pale, his pupils trembled, and his trembling hands opened the camera equipment placed in the taxi.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Maybe it's my dementia!"

The taxi driver opened the in-car surveillance video recorded today, skipped to the most recent period, and then played it at double speed.

Then, and then he saw and saw nothing.

In the surveillance video, after the taxi driver stopped at Huguosi Cemetery, the door was opened and then closed automatically.

But the camera did not capture anything getting into the car, and the back row was empty and no one could be seen.

The taxi driver set off with an empty car.

The camera didn't capture anything but the taxi driver talking and laughing naturally, talking to himself nervously, and occasionally talking to the empty back seat along the way.

It's almost like a hysterical attack, talking to something invisible.

The unfolding was like a horror movie, and the horror atmosphere was like a horror movie, which completely frightened the taxi driver.

It's really a ghost! !

At this time, there was already a long queue of cars behind the taxi, and the harsh horn honking kept going, but a minute later, the taxi still stopped at the same spot, and a strong man with road rage rolled up his sleeves and got out of the car , very bluntly slapped the window of the taxi:

"Are you deaf, aren't you? Are you blind and can't see green lights? You're deaf and blind and you still drive a taxi!"

The door of the driver's cab was suddenly pushed open from the inside, knocking the man into a stagger, and fell to the ground on his buttocks, and then he saw the taxi driver rushing out from inside, screaming like a ghost crying and wolf howling:

"Ahhhhh—!"

The taxi driver wore only one leather shoe and a sock on the other, and fled from the road to the sidewalk, yelling and yelling non-stop.

"It turned out to be a neuropathy!"

The strong man who was pushed to the ground originally wanted to go forward to argue, but he was also frightened by the taxi driver's mental attack, so he could only spit on the ground angrily and returned to the car.

"Japan is really doomed. An 80-year-old old man can drive a taxi, but now even a madman can come out and drive a taxi!"

After the taxi driver screamed wildly a few times, his voice suddenly seemed to be choked, and he stopped, his eyes were empty.

Eh? what happened?

Nothing happened.

The taxi driver walked back to the taxi with a stiff expression and drove away.

Because the distance was not far away, the commotion at the intersection attracted the attention of some people. The waiter at the crepe stand poked his head out and looked curiously.

But I didn't realize that there were more coins on the counter, but a prepared crepe disappeared.

In the back alley of the commercial street where the camera couldn't capture and no one noticed, the light in the void suddenly distorted, and a transparent figure appeared in place from the virtual reality.

A handsome young man in a red cloud and black bottom suit with two tear channels on his face, holding a sweet and delicious strawberry crepe in his hand.

With a swipe of his finger, he wiped a smear of cream from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

'Itachi Uchiha' gazed at the Metropolitan Police Headquarters building not far away with a peaceful face, and the three-pointed jade in his eyes was slowly turning.