I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Well, there was no signal in the whole of Tokyo just now, and it's normal that the phone can't get through. Most of them took Mochizuki to evacuate..."

"impossible! Even if I go to evacuation, they will let me know as soon as the signal is restored... The current level of 'disconnection' can only mean one thing... They are all dead! 』

Before Sosuke Araki could finish speaking, Mochizuki Che, who was on the other end of the phone, made a request with a hoarse voice mixed with teeth grinding: "Songsuke Araki... Please go to the Supernatural Research Institute now! 』

"Understood, I'll go right away! 』

Seeing that the other party used honorifics like never before, Sousuke Araki hung up the phone with a sullen face.

"Araki-kun, where are you going?"

"Occult Research Institute!"

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, he went straight into the corridor.

"Occult Research Institute? The old man will go with you..."

Seeing Sosuke Araki leaving, Ichiro Tokimoto also quietly disappeared on the rooftop.

"Just in time to find some people and ask for an explanation."

...

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

"Boom boom boom!"

With an impatient roar, the black heavy locomotive galloped down the streets of Tokyo for the rest of its life.

"According to Jiro Kotomine, 'Evil Flower' is a 'de-cored supernatural mysterious organization', members are code-named, and conduct anonymous activities such as information exchange, item trading, and commissioning through regular 'online meetings'. The old man's watertight "accidental death" and the theft of the Taketori picture scroll were precisely the two members of "Dark Net Lord" and "Fate Sacrifice" in "Evil Flower", who were entrusted by him to join forces. "

"More than ten years ago, the person who gave Kotomine Jiro's "Hundred Ghosts Picture Scroll", informed him in advance of the existence of "Evil Flower", and at the same time took away the "Bamboo Picture Scroll" a few days ago, is one of them. "Evil Flower" member, codenamed "Tianmen Exploration"..."

"At the same time, he is also the only member who can confirm his identity... Director of the Supernatural Research Institute, Chief of the Mochizuki Clan, Mochizuki Yasushi."

Tokimoto Ichiro, who was wearing red armor and walking with his sword, was hanging in the sky above the locomotive not far or near.

"Mochizuki's grandfather is actually with Kotomine Jiro and the "Dark Net Lord"..."

Listening to Tokimoto Ichiro's words, Sousuke Araki, who was still dressed as a "Ghost Rider" on the back of the motorcycle, twisted the accelerator harder.

"It seems that when the white-haired man gave the black-haired man a desolate appearance, he gave us the bamboo painting scroll 'Tuogu', and he didn't have a good heart at all."

With the smell of burning tires, the Sengoku Samurai directly entered the gate of the Supernatural Research Institute in front.

"no one……"

Without waiting for the car to stop, Sousuke Araki jumped down quickly, standing in front of the research institute building and glanced nervously from side to side...

"Hopefully, they went to refuge..."

The pale and tidy building and the silent parking lot in front of him gave people a feeling of coldness and bone-chillingness.

"It smells of blood... Boy Araki, it's inconvenient for this old man to be too close to you. You go through the front door, I'll go through the back door..."

Tokimoto Ichiro, who was wearing red armor, said in a low voice, and quietly swept to the side of the building: "Remember, don't be careless about anything related to the 'Evil Flower'!"

"Don't worry, I'm the best at the main entrance."

Nodding, Araki Sousuke strode into the building in front of him.

The corridor inside the door is still so clean and tidy.

But the flickering fluorescent lights and the strong **** smell in the scent of disinfectant kept urging him to walk.

"Anyone? The door is locked?"

Coming to the closed iron door at the end of the corridor, Sousuke Araki grabbed the handle of the iron door and pulled it hard...

"Crack!!!"

The heavy iron door fell down with a sour deformation sound.

"Clap."

A man in a white coat, with bulging eyes and a sunken face, fell towards him from behind the crack of the door.

"Uh ah ah ah ah..."

Sousuke Araki responded very quickly and held the opponent's chest...

"Hey, what's wrong with you, are you okay... dead, dead?!"

But found that the man in his hand had already stopped breathing and heartbeat.

"Hey... what a terrifying wound..."

On the opponent's back, there was a huge scar that looked like a three-fingered claw slashed, making his hands covered with half-coagulated blood.

Carefully putting the man's body aside, Sousuke Araki lifted his blindfold, entered "Hell's Vision", and looked into the door...

"Is this place invaded by ghosts?"

In the corridor behind the iron gate, several researchers in white lab coats with ferocious expressions and mutilated limbs collapsed in a pool of blood facing the gate.

"What, after chasing these people... after killing them all... out of the vent?"

From the floor of the corridor to the walls on both sides, and then to the ceiling vents, there was a large black trace of resentment left by the drag of something unknown.

"That's right, Mochizuki!"

Glancing at the dark and narrow air vent, Sousuke Araki strode through the red and white corridor full of corpses in front of him~www.NovelMTL.com~ kicked open several wooden doors one after another, and broke into where Mochizuki Ayano was in his memory. the intensive care unit.

In the large sterile ward, a woman wearing a nurse's uniform and covered in blood, was slumped in a pool of blood, breathless.

"Where's Ayano..."

No matter how you searched, the petite figure Mochizuki Ayano remembered on the hospital bed was not there.

"The sheets have no temperature... If they were taken away, it should have been a long time..."

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, but the anxiety in his heart was further growing.

"Kid Araki, come over here!"

Outside the corridor, Tokimoto Ichiro's shout made Araki Sousuke turn around and rush out of the ward: "Old Tokimoto, Mochizuki is gone!"

"Kid Araki, the more this happens, the more calm you have to be!"

"Judging from the coagulation of the corpses and blood, the time of death of these people was probably in the early morning of yesterday, that is, before the start of the Hundred Ghosts Night Festival. However, at that time, why did the research institute gather so many staff?"

At this moment, Ichiro Tokimoto, who was wearing a red armor, was standing in the reception room where he used to drink tea with Mochizuki Yasushi, silently looking around.

"Judging from the situation at the scene, the research institute was broken through from the inside, and the opponent started very thoroughly. Not only did there appear to be traces of repeated 'refilling', but there was not even a single spiritual body left behind... This doesn't seem like it's just killing. what a ghost would do..."

This elegant, quiet, tea-scented reception room has long since turned into an Asura field where blood and corpses dance.

"Also, don't you think this person's actions are strange?"

A researcher full of blood holes and a dead eye is hanging feebly on the large bookshelf beside him.

"When you're being hunted down in a closed room like this, you wouldn't deliberately climb onto the bookshelf no matter how panicked you are?"