Edogawa District.

Hot springs are bubbling in the private backyard of a luxurious Japanese mansion.

The man soaked in the soup pool hung up the phone silently.

"call……"

The steam around him continued to rotate with his palm as the center, and gathered into a bunch of slender tornadoes.

As the tornado rose from the palm of the hand, an old mobile phone swept into it turned into sand-like powder and sprinkled toward the outside of the courtyard.

"Crash la la la..."

The tornado dissipated abruptly, and a misty drizzle fell in the small hot spring courtyard shrouded in white smoke.

"Lord Kotomine..."

A woman with a front and a back, without any strands, slowly floated up from the water between the man's legs, revealing a pretty face like a hibiscus.

Looking closely, she could see a fish scale-like luster flashing on her greasy skin.

"Who made you so angry?"

The woman licked off the white corner of her mouth, leaned forward to the man's ear, and asked with a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing, just a... dead person."

The man's calm voice seemed to contain a burning anger.

On the slightly undulating left chest, a terrifying bowl-shaped sunken scar can be seen.

This man was Jiro Kotomine, the president of the Aum Shinrikyo Association, who was missing after being hit by Yuma Yuma, a bird on the night of the Obon Festival.

"Since it's dead...it's not worth getting angry..."

The woman spat out her pink tongue and licked the huge scar.

"You are recovering from a serious injury, don't be angry and attack your heart."

The scar at the wound actually wriggled and slowly healed.

"After all, it took a lot of effort to reshape your sincerity."

"Hmph, did I wake you up?"

"Yes, Mr. President. Let people treat you well and be affectionate."

Under Kotomine Jiro's calm gaze, the woman lying on his chest obediently buried her head under the water...

"Yes, it's me... Restart this month's sacrifice... cancel the rules of rotation and let them do their best to prepare the sacrifice..."

Lying in the hot spring with his eyes closed, Kotomine Jiro's expression loosened, he stretched out his hand to whip up a gust of wind, and brought another mobile phone not far away.

"Also, I will specifically designate a living sacrifice object, who can provide a reward..."

...

Shinjuku Ward, at the gate of Nishitoyama Park.

"Teacher Araki!"

"Sousuke, you guy, you ran away without a word... oh, is this car the one who just jumped off the building?"

When Araki Sousuke parked the sedan with the word "Tai" on the roof, Ryoma and Yuma Yuma, who were worried, immediately surrounded him.

"This guy, hand it over to you..."

Sousuke Araki pointed to the bruised "No. 3" on the passenger seat, and whispered a few words in Ryoma's ear before getting to the second.

"Oh? Kazuo Tianto, are you a master... Don't worry, I will treat him well."

Before the second, Ryoma's narrowed eyes shone with a dangerous light, and he called a few colleagues in the distance to pack them back to the Metropolitan Police Department with a car.

"How about it, continue supper or... Sousuke?"

"I have to go to the top of the mountain..."

When he turned around, Sousuke Araki was already walking towards the interior of the park.

"There, there is something to be concerned about."

Under the threat of the sniper bullet before, his keen intuition instantly reached its peak.

In that mysterious realm, what gave him a "sense of concern" was that in addition to the snipers on the rooftop of the building two kilometers away, there was some kind of existence at the top of Hakone Mountain behind him...

"Then me too."

Little Bird Yumayumi took three and two steps and ran to his side.

"Little Bird You, you..."

Araki Sosuke wanted the other party to go back first, but when he was about to speak, he was blocked by the girl's slightly frowning brows and peaceful eyes.

Is it because you know that you are being targeted by a killer, so you can't worry about it?

"Forget it, you troublesome fellow, let me, a public servant, **** you for another ride."

Erqian Ryoma, who was also worried, started the old-fashioned sidecar and came to the side, signaling the two of them to get in the car.

"What age is this, and the Metropolitan Police Department still has this kind of retired classic car? How nervous is it that the funds are being depleted by people like you..."

Sousuke Araki, who was sitting behind Ryoma in front of Er, couldn't help laughing as he watched Yuuma Mako birdie be at a loss, squatting in the sidecar in a proper manner.

"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. I don't know how many suspicious people suddenly came near the foot of the mountain just now, and there are not enough cars in custody!"

"This antique car was temporarily requisitioned based on my contacts at the Shinjuku Police Station!"

"You kid, next time you encounter such a situation, don't just disappear alone, you have to talk about teamwork... Does the team know, Tim Walker?"

In the continuous complaints of Ryoma before the second, the three of them soon came to the stairs leading to the top of the mountain again.

"Longma, just wait here, let's go up and take a look and come down."

"Oh, don't go too long."

At this moment, the bodies of the men have been "packed and taken away", and the pale stone steps have returned to their former appearance, but there is a lot of blood stains that are of concern.

Following Araki Sosuke up the stone steps, Kotori Yumayumi still felt that it was not very real.

It was unimaginable that, less than half an hour ago, this staircase was surrounded by dozens of girls of ugly times and tree trunks full of corpses, and in a matter of seconds, several names were swallowed in front of him.

If I came here alone, without the protection of Araki-sensei, I would not be able to escape the indefensible "Ugly Shisan"...

"Mr. Araki, do you want to find the object of their worship?"

Walking up the stairs one after the other, Yumayumi the bird behind him asked in a low voice.

Under the light of the blood-colored lanterns, the eerie scene of the women of the ugly time standing side by side on both sides of the stone steps, silently heading towards the top of the mountain, "visiting the shrine in the ugly time" was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Having practiced Shintoism since childhood and believed in the spirit of all things, she can naturally infer the actions of these ugly girls, and there must be objects of worship.

What kind of existence is enshrined in such a **** and primitive worship ceremony?

"When they collected soul dust before, they said..."

Hearing the girl's question, Sousuke Araki slowed down and nodded heavily.

"...They were secretly tied here by the Owari Tokugawa family~lightnovelpub.net~ and forced to cast "Ugly Tokisan" on others. "

"what?!"

Hearing Sousuke Araki's words, Yuma Yukiya couldn't help his pupils shaking.

"...And the person who was cursed and killed was buried under the big tree and stone steps."

"The Owari Tokugawa family... ok, I love vicious practices!"

Artificially created "Daughter of Ugly Times"...

Force them to cast the "Ugly Time Three" spell to kill innocent people...

The "Shinto Tree" is cultivated with human blood, and then sacrificed with the flesh and soul of living people...

The curser and the cursed murderer, the soul will never enter reincarnation, and worship here every day...

Everything that happened before, like pieces of debris, gradually pieced together the whole picture in Xiaoniao Yumayumi's mind.

"This is not a sacrifice at all, the Owari Tokugawa family is trying to create a god!"