I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hmph, if Araki Sosuke is really as the teacher guessed, what kind of reincarnated monk it is, then why don't I send him to reincarnate again..."

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

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

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

"Well done. After all, this is a rare 'Hundred Ghosts Night Festival' that is rarely seen in a thousand years, but we can't treat our 'guests' badly..."

Nodding with satisfaction, Kotomine Jiro spread his legs slightly.

"Lord President, before the big day comes, let someone take care of you again."

The woman smiled knowingly and charmingly, tucked her long hair behind her ears, and slowly squatted between his legs.

"Bah...boom..."

Along with the crisp zipper sound, a colorful splendid light and shadow surged across her body.

"Ok."

The whole body was wrapped in that colorful light, Kotomine Jiro stretched out his hand to cover the old wound on his chest, showing a comfortable expression.

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

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again: "Within today, if they can't bring back the head of the 'Vice President', they don't have to participate in this sacrifice."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Then, the dark and empty platform returned to silence.

...

Yamanashi Prefecture, West Lake, Fuyue Wind Cave.

Fuyue Feng Cave is a large underground cave group at an altitude of 1,000 kilometers at the foot of Mount Fuji.

"Hu... hu... No, no, don't stop..."

It was already night, and in the cold, damp, dark underground cave, the soft and heavy breathing of the middle-aged man reverberated.

"I, Hiroshi Changtian...Male...43 years old..."

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

"Vice President of the Soul Eliminator Association... a fugitive suspect in a murder case and theft of a large national treasure..."

The greasy back of the head that hasn't been washed in days, the square glasses covered in mud, the thighs with curls flying under the tattered wet skirt...

"Today... absolutely can't explain it here..."

The man who secretly entered the closed area of ​​"Fugue Feng Cave" was Hiroshi Hiroshi who ran away with Tokimoto Ichiro's relic, "Yin-Yang Four-Signs Celestial Pan" in silence a few days ago.

"Even if it is death... it must be completed... President Shiben, the entrustment on the phone..."

Stumbling to a fork in the road full of long and narrow ice ridges, Hiroshi Changtian stopped against the wall of the cave.

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

Breathing out white air, he took out the compass whose pointer was constantly shaking from his arms and checked it.

The cross wind passing through the cave is like playing a flute with gusts of wind.

In that cross wind, there is also a continuous gathering of grievances that are getting stronger and stronger.

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

Therefore, before the Meiji period, the Fugaku-Fu Cave was used as a natural refrigerator for storing silkworm chrysalis and preserving seeds.

"Quick, over here... I smell the old guy... I promise that I will never let him run away this time, as my uncle has carefully washed his nose 20 times!"

"Don't fight me... That Mediterranean Sea, how dare you use that weird 'sacred oil' to spill into my precious eyes, this revenge must be avenged today!"

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

At the same time, in the cave at the back, the gloomy laughter of several men could be vaguely heard.

"Tsk, I came here so soon, has that guy with a dog nose recovered his sense of smell... In other words, it's not some weird divine oil, it's the "Guangzhi's divine oil version 2.0" that was developed with great concentration! "

Hiroshi Changtian, who seemed to be planning to take a break, ran into one of the burrows with great strides, and then cautiously maintained a backward posture, stepping back on the original footprints...

"Hopefully, this will confuse them..."

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

Since disguised and taken the subway to Yamanashi Prefecture, he has been hanged from afar by a group of cultists disguised as "policemen".

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

Hiroshi Changda, who was locked in his breath, did not hesitate to switch routes and cover up his whereabouts in the woods, and even sneaked into a "sling nightdress and stockings suit" at the camping base, which had no time to wash, but failed to change the distance between them. A fact that is getting closer.

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

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Hiroshi Changtian moved his ragged legs under his white dress and ran in the dark burrow with his head buried in it.

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

Walking all the way to the vicinity of West Lake, one of the Fuji Five Lakes, he unavoidably met these cultists once.

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

But the "removal of spirit props" reserves to zero, also means that his combat effectiveness will also be zero.

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

The reason why Hiroshi Hiroshi Tokimoto packed up and ran away on the afternoon of the day when Tokimoto Ichiro's body was found, and he was intercepted halfway by the cult~www.NovelMTL.com~ ran all the way to two hours away from Tokyo. at the foot of Mount Fuji...

It was because Araki Sosuke received an unknown call shortly after he was taken away by Lesson 9.

On the other end of the phone, the man with a hoarse voice who called himself "Tokimoto Ichiro" asked him to follow the instructions of the "Yin-Yang Four Signs Astrology Chart" without being able to tell anyone about the "Tokimoto Ichiro Murder". the most important evidence.

Although the Internet phone number could no longer be called back after that, Hiroshi Changda still 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 Tokimoto Ichiro knew...

"Is this kind of me really worthy of your trust, President Shiben?"

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

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