I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Tsk, even if the old bear becomes a demon, isn't it still a bear with a bigger body and a higher IQ?"

While the city assistant was identifying the direction in the ditch, Sousuke Araki had already rolled out two round snowballs bigger than his head and lined them up: "With Uncle Ben here, you can follow the trail of the ghost bear with peace of mind. , just help me find that bus!"

"I see."

Looking at Sousuke Araki with an indifferent face, the city assistant's expression softened a little, and he buried his head in search of the direction.

The giggling along the way made him almost forget the pain in his lower body...

This seemingly unreliable Japanese man in front of him can force back the "Aju Doll" and let countless evil-possessed dolls "return to the kingdom of God", which is comparable to the existence of "human-shaped ghost bears".

"If the exhaust and footprints are in the same direction, the car chased by the ghost bear might be the bus we're looking for!"

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

"Sousuke... I always feel uneasy, I have to hurry..."

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

"Hey."

Fujiwara Takumi turned his head, only to find that Sosuke Araki raised a giant "snow pillar" with a height of more than two meters, a slightly larger top, and a strong bloodline, and stood between the two round snowballs.

"Hey shit, what nasty and strange things are you stacking up?!"

"This book is already unscrupulous enough, so I'll be 404 first before I can rescue Qianye! 』

"Cough cough, the description of 'low-level strange' is really disrespectful..."

Patting off the snow on the gloves, Sousuke Araki clenched his fists and coughed lightly: "This is a snow disaster road sign custom-made according to my size, 'Big Taiyaki Cyclone Jet Big Taiyaki'!"

Above the vast snow, there was an unidentified standing object like a SZ worship totem.

"Look, the mobile phone can't be used normally now. There is a vast expanse of white everywhere around here. If you don't wear sunglasses, you will be snow blind, let alone finding the way..."

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

"As long as there is this conspicuous road sign, in case the search and rescue personnel get separated, they can also tell the direction... If Xiao Niao 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 Cyclone Jet Taiyaki'? By the way, there are two 'Big Taiyaki' in the name! How can there be such an obscene shape in the world, and people can feel friendly and familiar at first glance. Taiyaki?"

Blue veins burst out on his forehead, and Fujiwara Takumi put his foot on the "Big Taiyaki Cyclone Jet Big Taiyaki" in front of him: "Anyone who sees this kind of nasty thing can't think of it for search and rescue. Road signs... it's so hard, it hurts!"

"Oh, isn't this 'Big Taiyaki', the degree of restoration is really high..."

The city assistant, who was recognizing the breath back and forth under the snow ditch, looked up and nodded in appreciation: "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 conventional 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 the enemy's corpse and pointing to the north, as a "snow road sign".

"Breathe... in this direction."

Before Fujiwara Takukai complained, the city assistant turned out of the snow pit and stretched out his finger to the northeast.

"Oh, leave it to me!"

As a "snow remover", Sousuke Araki immediately jumped down from the ditch, skillfully swinging his shovel, setting off white waves, and digging in the direction instructed by the city assistant like a gopher.

"Hey, as an aboriginal and living in isolation on the island of Lake Toya, how did you regard such a low-level thing as a rescue sign? ! 』

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

"Where is this kind of vulgar-looking snack common... By the way, you actually bought it and eaten it, what about the traditional way of life? ! 』

"Then, that was taken by the clan's Sangoro when I was a child...don't, don't tell the patriarch..."

Taking Fujiwara Takukai's continuous broken thoughts as BGM, with the cooperation of Araki Sosuke and Ichisuke's "digging and smelling", the group continued to pursue the residual breath of the ghost bear.

Along the vicinity of National Highway 230, there is an ever-extending moat, and the "Big Taiyaki Cyclone Jet Type Big Taiyaki", which are closely connected to each other and stand proudly in the wind and snow like a hill.

"The smell of ghost bears disappeared here."

After searching for a few kilometers along the road, the city assistant crawled out of the snow pit with a helpless expression.

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

"Roar!"

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

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

"If that's the case, let's walk around here!"

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

Obviously, the "Motorcycle in the Snow" from Hakodate to Lake Toya left an indelible memory in his heart and stomach.

"Let's go, the longer it drags on, the lighter the lingering smell will be."

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.

"Sengoku Warriors!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Araki Sosuke waved his hand, and the Sengoku samurai who was also "waiting" not far away roared and galloped towards him...

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

After driving out dozens of meters ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the municipal assistant on the sled suddenly twitched his nose curiously and asked the two of them: "The speed of the surrounding is very fast...every direction...is it yours? ?"

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

"boom!"

As soon as Fujiwara Takukai finished speaking, a crisp gunshot suddenly sounded in the open snow field.

"Ok?"

Araki Sosuke turned to one side subconsciously, a slender object rubbed his arm, and fell into the snow beside him.

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

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