I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1060

“password?”

Glancing at Mai Hanyu, who was probing his brain outside the door, Sosuke Araki looked at the box in his hand like a fully armed bomb disposal expert: “Sister Hanyu, how do I know the password, do I have to pry it open?”

“I found out that Emi Sato is the biological mother of Tsukage Chikusa’s household registration. She graduated from the Department of Literature at the University of Tokyo. After graduation, she worked in light publishing. She died five years ago when a serial killer entered the house. ‘s dossier shows that her real cause of death is likely to be related to a bizarre connection called ‘The Last Supper’.”

“If this box is hers, this four-digit old-fashioned combination lock, you might try the date of birth, yes…”

Just when Sosuke Araki was about to “violently open the box”, there was a reminder from Atsumi Ludou outside the door.

“Ho… It’s actually a birthday…”

After trying to enter several combinations of passwords, the suitcase in his hand opened.

“Ah?”

But inside the box, there is no “dangerous item” or “top secret information” that everyone expects, just a shabby and yellowed book placed alone…

“New Hundred Stories”, published by Kadokawa Shoten Co., Ltd.

“This book…could it be…”

Staring at the dilapidated cover of this book, Sousuke Araki’s eyes became slightly subtle.

“really.”

In the lower right corner of the cover, there is a line of small characters “Author: Emerging Folklore Scholar Yueying Qingren”.

“But, why is this book specially locked in such a large password box…”

After flipping through the book, Sousuke Araki rolled his eyes in disappointment.

This bizarre story compiled and published by Tsukiyage Haruhito more than 20 years ago seems to have been popular for a while, and he has seen it on the bookshelves of the Little Daisy Welfare Institute, Mochizuki Yasushi and Tokimoto Ichiro.

“Strange, Yueying Qiancao’s household registration information does not register her father, but the biological father registered on the birth certificate is a person named ‘Yueying Qingren’. However, in the household registration information of the Metropolitan Police Department of the same period, there are more than 600 people. The one named ‘Moon Shadow Qingren’ seems to be worthy of sifting…”

“What?! Uncle Qingren is his…”

Outside the door, Houhai Ludou’s broken thoughts caused Araki Sosuke to smash the book into a ball: “Who is this Yueying Qiancao?”

…

Tokyo, Sumida Ward.

“who I am?”

The warm sunshine and warm warmth made Yueying Qiancao struggle to open her eyes from the endless darkness.

“where am I?”

He found himself sitting on an outdoor chair with a hot cup of coffee on the wooden table in front of him.

“Who is **** me… by the way, my computer!”

After confirming that the computer bag was well placed in his arms, he surveyed his surroundings with peace of mind.

“Skytree? I’m in Sumida District?!”

Above the head, the blue and white Skytree was shining in the setting sun. Gu Ke

“As expected of the gods who have the blessing of ‘faith’, if ordinary people make a quick jump through the ‘projection of darkness’, I am afraid it will take a whole day to wake up.”

Not far away, there was a man’s mocking voice.

“It’s you… Chardonald…”

The memories before the consciousness plunged into darkness flooded back into Yueying Qiancao’s mind: “What do you want to bring me here? Where is Miss Gu Yuan?!”

Looking around, the rooftop plaza of the Skytree Shopping Center, which is close to the outside of the Yamanote Line and is usually crowded with people, is now empty because of the “supernatural terrorist attack”.

When people went to the empty cafe, there were only two customers, he and Chateau Nord, and Gu Yuansha was not seen.

“Don’t worry, Miss Gu Yuan is now staying in your rental house intact, like a work of art in a safe, no one can hurt her in the slightest.”

“As for this place, it’s not the destination of our journey… I just came to borrow an ‘experimental equipment’…”

Chardonald nodded gracefully, and stretched out his hand on the thick and cold steel foundation of the Skytree beside him: “Mr. Hell Revolution, do you usually like to watch magic?”

“Magic? You bastard, in the end…”

Moon Shadow Qiancao hasn’t kept up with the subject of the other party’s jumping, and the majestic black shadow has spread from Xardonord’s hand…

The 634-meter-high radio tower was dyed a shadow-like black from bottom to top.

“The darkest area formed by the inaccessibility of light has been entrusted with human fantasy of the unknown and darkness since ancient times, and is often referred to as shadow.”

As Chardonald rubbed, folded, and squeezed his hands in the air, the dark black Skytree began to shrink and thin…

“What’s interesting is that no matter how large an object is, at a certain angle, the shadow can become infinitely small.”

The next second, a small black tower like a souvenir keychain appeared in his palm.

“Furthermore, for things like shadows, there are no physical concepts such as mass and volume…”

Behind Chateau Nord, the original “Tokyo New Landmark”, “The World’s Second Tallest Man-made Structure East”, and “Tokyo Sky Tree” have disappeared without a trace.

“So that’s the case, is this the real use of “Shadow Power”? ”

Looking at the bare rooftop of the Skytree shopping mall in front of her, Yueying Qiancao only felt that the so-called “Qiancaoying Escape Stream” she invented was simply inferior.

“Hey, Shado, you specially asked me to come here for ‘delivery’, just to see you steal Tokyo’s ‘new landmark’… This is on the list of ‘100 must-have places for me and Reiko’ to take wedding photos’, ranking The tenth one!”

Behind the disappearing Skytree, a man wearing a suit and carrying a black suitcase quietly appeared.

“Well, how can something like devotion to science be called stealing?”

Looking at the man dressed as if he was participating in the “gang trade”, Chateau Nord showed a warm smile: “How is Miss Lizi’s situation?”

“Thank you for your concern. After taking the elixir of death, her body is no different from ordinary people.”

The person who came was Higashino Yukihira who took away the “Taketori Picture Scroll” on Mount Fuji.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t Higashino-kun unilaterally suspend the ‘deal’ with me? If you hand over the Taketori-e-scroll to the Japanese authorities, you and Miss Reiko’s identities and lives should be effectively guaranteed.”

“In theory, that’s right. However, it doesn’t conform to my ‘morality’… No matter what your real purpose is, without your help from Xia Duo, Reiko and I would have been buried in Saitama Garden. It’s an indisputable fact that it’s impossible to be reborn like it is now.”

Walking to Chatonold with a blank face, Higashino Yukihira handed out the black suitcase in his hand: “The goods are here. Now, we have cleared both.”