I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Sousuke Araki followed Yamada Kengo's instructions and saw a woman who was also dressed as a white-collar worker, snuggling sweetly behind the man who was ordering food on the machine...

His staring eyes gradually became deeper.

"161-77-62-80."

Araki Sosuke quickly and accurately reported a series of numbers with unknown meanings.

"Hey, Jianwu, although I'm also a virgin, I'm not qualified to say these things. But you can't see other people's curvy, so just curse others like this. She's obviously a young, beautiful, and exquisite OL lady."

"Senior, you can see her too? But, I clearly saw that her clothes were stained with blood and her lower body was gone..."

Hearing that Sousuke Araki could also see the woman, Kengo Yamada's expression was agitated, and then aggrieved.

He mustered up the courage to look over there again.

Behind the man, there was indeed a long-haired woman with her lower body missing, dragging her internal organs, and blood clotted on her clothes. The woman's arms were tightly strangling the man's neck from behind, and her head was occasionally stuck. Look around unconsciously.

He was so scared that he immediately retracted his eyes.

"Eye of the Void has obtained the last set of numbers, how come there is no lower body? I think you should go to the hospital to see if you were frightened by a nightmare, and everything looks like a ghost... It's not a popular paranoia recently ’, ‘Radio Wave System’ and the like?”

After licking the rice in the bowl clean, Araki Sousuke stood up.

During the meal time, even Yoshinoya lined up. If you are still here after eating, it will affect other people's dining.

"I thought so at the beginning, until later... Senior, wait for me!"

Without a bite of food, Kengo Yamada also got up and walked out.

Seeing that the two gave up their seats after eating, the white-collar men came over immediately.

The aisles in the restaurant are narrow.

The tall Yamada Kengo tried his best to stay away from that man as if he was avoiding some terrible monster.

When the "couple" passed by Sousuke Araki, Sousuke Araki inevitably bumped into the corner of the woman's clothes who was following the man.

"Look, I could touch her clothes just now, it must not be some ghost."

Walking to the door, Araki Sousuke said to Yamada Kengo who was waiting there.

Yamada Kengo mustered up the courage to glance at the woman again.

There, instead of the half-length woman covered in blood and hanging internal organs that he had seen before, there was a young and beautiful OL standing with her hands folded devoutly, as if she was praying before meals.

And the man in front of her was touching his neck with a strange expression.

"Could it be... that I really have 'paranoia'? By the way, that place...you can prove it if you go to that place with me..."

As if thinking of something, Yamada Kengo pulled Araki Sousuke away in a certain direction.

...

Shibuya Station Plaza.

A huge bronze statue of an Akita dog stood not far from the station exit, and many people gathered beside it.

Due to the complex terrain and numerous exits of Japan's large subway stations, many people often use this conspicuous bronze statue as a gathering place.

A few monks wearing bamboo hats, begging bowls in one hand and Dharma bells in the other were doing almsgiving by the roadside.

It is an everyday scene in front of the exit of Shibuya Station.

Most of the Japanese believe in Buddhism. These monks only need to stand on the side of the road, close their eyes and recite scriptures silently, and some believers will give them change.

And every time alms is given, the dervishes will give a Dharma bell in return.

"Senior, look there...there..."

Kengo Yamada quietly pointed to the back of the statue.

In a corner of the square tens of meters behind the bronze statue, sat an old man with his head bowed and motionless.

"Isn't that just an ordinary tramp?"

Araki Sousuke looked it over, but didn't think there was anything special.

"This homeless man was here when I was in elementary school..."

It was noon, but Kengo Yamada was sweating coldly.

"Yeah, so what's so strange about him being here now?"

"But... ten years ago in the winter, he had already froze to death here. I remember very clearly that when I was passing by after school, I happened to see the scene where the police came to collect the body, and I had nightmares for many days when I went back."

"It's just people who look alike. The homeless man has a beard and looks the same..."

Araki Sousuke lit the cigarette in his hand, squatted under the Akita Inu statue and started smoking.

"No, I'm sure, his appearance is exactly the same as in my memory...No matter when I pass by recently, he always sits there blankly...and look at the large purple spots on his face, Those are the unique corpse spots of people who died of freezing..."

"He has a ruddy face and looks healthier than you, so there are no corpse spots... I'm afraid you must be insane."

Yamada Kengo also squatted down, his calf trembling somewhat disappointingly.

At some point, an old monk who was giving alms by the side of the road walked slowly towards the two of them.

This thin old monk looked at least seventy years old, and the wrinkles on his face were layered like tree bark.

"Amitabha, the poor monk just overheard what the two benefactors said. This benefactor seems to have a predestined relationship with my Buddha..."

Araki Sousuke immediately fumbled for a fifty-yen coin from his pocket and put it into the opponent's bowl.

It's a pity that I didn't bring ten yen.

Based on his living experience, it would be very troublesome to be entangled with this kind of old monk, so he decided to give the money and leave.

"Amitabha."

The old monk's words were interrupted by his movements, he rang the Buddha's name, rang the Dharma bell, and continued to speak: "What the benefactor said just now..."

"Can you hear Master from such a distance?" Yamada Kengo asked curiously.

There was a huge crowd of people at the exit of Shibuya Subway Station. When I was talking just now, I was almost ten meters away from the old monk.

Is it really the legendary master?

Looking at him like that, it seems that he wants to consult this "high monk".

"People with bad eyes always have better ears."

The old monk replied with a smile, looking very kind.

Having said that, the two realized that under the bamboo hat, the old monk seemed to be blind, with his withered eyes closed all the time.

"The benefactor said just now that he can see..." The old monk tried to change the subject again.

"I know, I know, there is a destiny, the 50 yen just now is already very destined, and I will give you another 100 yen to end this fate..."

Saying so, Araki Sousuke threw another 100 yen in with some pain, and interrupted the other party impatiently.

He has seen this kind of thing a lot. If the old man in front of him is allowed to continue talking, and Kengo, who is in a hurry to go to the doctor, is limped, I am afraid that tens of thousands of yen will "cannot eliminate the disaster."

"Amitabha."

After putting the change into the bowl, the old monk rang the Dharma bell again.

Hearing that there seemed to be a lot of change in Araki Sousuke's trouser pocket, he simply put Faling into the cloth pocket, then took out a small card and handed it to Araki Sousuke.

Araki Sousuke took the card hesitantly.

The crude card read: "Kawasaki Daishi Temple, presided over by Kukai" along with the temple's address and landline phone number.

These magic sticks are too professional to fool people, and they even printed such a simple business card, which looks like they won't be able to throw it away.

"It turned out to be Master Kawasaki."

"The name of the poor monk is Kukai... Master Kawasaki is the name of the temple where the poor monk lives."

The old monk seemed to be used to people confusing this name, and then said: "The benefactor is quite wise. I wonder if you intend to take refuge in my Buddha?"

"ha?"

Sousuke Araki stared at him with an expression of "here we come, we have been laying the groundwork for a long time, and the religious deception has finally begun".

The blind Kukai naturally couldn't see Araki Sousuke's expression.

Hearing that he didn't talk for a long time, Kukai leaned into his ear and whispered like a mother Sang who persuaded a young child to enter the profession: "The poor monk can personally accept you as a closed disciple. From nine to five every day, there are weekends and pensions. The monthly base salary is 200,000 yen, and the subsidies for Buddhist rituals and incense can add up to one million yen at the highest point... It is not taboo to marry a wife, drink alcohol and eat meat. If you are not used to living in a temple, you can also practice at home .”