Chapter 915 The Mosaic of the Empire's Absolute Evil

"Although this suit is just a bargain from GAP, I only bought it this year. It's a pity not to wear it..."

"Oh, so you don't seem to know?"

"what do you know?"

Before Araki Sosuke finished speaking, Hanyu Mai had already smiled ambiguously, and turned on the phone to play a video to him.

"The news about someone being chased by the police, racing cars neatly across Tokyo, attacking the police, and vandalizing public property has been continuously broadcast on major TV stations and video sites for several days. There are multiple versions such as ghost breeding, **** transfer, same-sex orientation, and rhythmic points..."

"W-what..."

"As the third-ranked celebrity 'Empire の Murderous Mosaic' on the hot topic list, the people of the entire Tokyo should be quite familiar with every detail of your body and this face by now, right? By the way By the way, the uncensored version seems to be sold as 'paid content' in underground forums..."

"Emperor, Empire's Mosaic of Hell?!"

Sousuke Araki's face turned pale when he saw the man in the video whose body was made of flesh-colored mosaics, being chased by a group of policemen on the main road in Harajuku.

"This, when and who filmed this?! Bastard, I didn't ask for permission before broadcasting it, and I don't respect privacy..."

Next, there are multiple clips of "Bareback Racing" and "Assaulting the Police" taken from the perspective of passers-by, which vividly demonstrate the man's spirit of carrying a long object and bravely fighting against the official Chibi.

"Wait, why is there such a strange partial magnification lens?! What, what, what should I do, I will go out in the future, don't I have to wear a black robe and a mask like the Aum Shinrikai..."

"By the way, why don't you catch a few ghosts and gods to 'resonate' them, and take the bonus to go to Thailand for facial plastic surgery and body growth surgery? ! 』

Seeing the deep buttocks running away from the back seat of the motorcycle and occupying the entire frame, Sousuke Araki, who has always been proud of his thick skin, fell into the abyss of "social death" for the first time in his life, and his whole body turned gray .

"Hacker Lu Dou, contact Deputy Section Chief Iwata immediately, and let them cooperate unconditionally and fully share command authority in the name of joint operations to deal with the 'Akihabara Supernatural Disaster'!"

"Old sister, with hackers at the level of a dark net lord waiting around, it is very dangerous to rashly share command power through the Internet!"

"In the current situation, being timid will only become more passive... Besides, didn't he say that he will not interfere in the 'dispute' between us and Kotomine Jiro."

"But, for that kind of person..."

"That kind of 'top dead house' that abides by the rules is sometimes more trustworthy... In the current situation, there is no time to look forward and backward, do as I say!"

After giving the order that made Atsukai Ludou look tangled, Mai Hanyu looked back at Sosuke Araki, who was still "petrified" in front of him: "Don't worry, the people's memory of public opinion is as short as that of an otaku watching a movie. In half a month, they will only remember your strong body and forget your rough face."

Then, she quietly reached out and grabbed Sousuke Araki by the collar...

"As for now, I have a bold 'idea', which can not only solve your 'personal problems', but also prepare a little 'surprise' for that 'Master Chairman'!"

Under the horrified gazes of Kotori Yumaumi, Atsukai Ludou and Oida Moto, they pulled each other into his room.

"boom."

"Miss Hanyu, it's so dark in here... What are you doing, why are you suddenly talking about me..."

"Wait, these things, haven't I already given them back to the front hall, why are they here..."

"What... the current situation is urgent enough, do you want me to do such a superfluous and shameful thing?!"

"Ah, my body has become stronger recently, this thing is too tight to wear..."

After the crisp sound of closing the door, only the people in the living room remained, listening dully to Araki Sousuke's unexplained protest from the room.

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"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Just when Sousuke Araki encountered an indescribable incident in Akagi's apartment, Ryoma Nizen, wrapped in a black robe and a mask, was standing in the last carriage of the speeding black train, staring dumbfounded at the indescribable scene in front of him.

"In this train, it's like a 'sumo pot' mess."

Distorted armrests, broken seats, blood-stained floors, cracked glass, charred interior walls...

Different from the sharp and majestic exterior, the interior of this black train is full of scars, as if it has experienced countless tragic accidents.

It seems that the closer the front compartment is to the "Master Chairman", the better it is to bathe in the "Glory of the True God"...

The other "fanatics" are all like social animals squeezing the first subway, filling the front compartment to the brim.

Instead, there were only the three of them left in the last carriage, which seemed extremely empty.

"Huh? This is the...manufacturing nameplate..."

Suddenly, a nameplate on the inner wall of the carriage attracted Erqian Ryoma's attention.

On the blood-stained iron plate, "Nishinari Railway Company-Train No. 1611" was imprinted impressively.

"Xicheng Railway... Train 1611... No way, this car, is it the one from 1940..."

A drop of cold sweat fell from Ryoma's forehead before the two.

On January 29, 1940, train No. 1611 of the Nishinari Railway derailed and rolled over at Anji Kawaguchi Station because the on-duty officer pressed the switch switch button ahead of time, causing the train to derail and roll over, causing a fire.

"If it is true, these handprints are hard to be..."

Looking at the countless imprints on the scorched inner wall of the car, he subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist, in order to find some stability~lightnovelpub.net~ There were design flaws in the 1611 train at that time, As a result, a large number of passengers were trapped in the compartment after the rollover and could not escape. They could only be smoldering to death like fish in an oven.

The train accident, which killed 189 people and injured 69, was called "the worst accident in the history of Japanese railways."

"Speaking of nameplates, there are also carriages in the front... three ordinary trains going down the Hachiko Line... passenger car No. 2113S on the Yokosuka Line..."

Niya, who was in front of him, glanced coldly at the carriages full of people in black robes in front, and read out the content on the nameplate: "It seems that each carriage is not only the structure, decoration , even the original train number seems to be different."

In addition to the same "car accident scene shape" and different train nameplates, the interior decoration dimensions, facilities and supplies, and faintly visible billboards of each car are completely different in the style of the era.

"This is not as simple as 'sumo pot'. This is, mixing sumo pots of different years together..."

This black train with a messy interior seems to be pieced together with countless train carriages of different ages, models, and trains.

(end of this chapter)