"The strength of eager shock and the fragility of illusory shaking are the same result after all."

On the fast-moving locomotive, the mobile phone in Sousuke Araki's trouser pocket vibrated.

"Who, at this time... Ryoma?!"

Seeing the caller ID name on the phone, Sousuke Araki picked it up angrily: "Which red light district did you just wake up in? It's too late to call back now, I'm busy saving Tokyo!"

"Bastard, do you think you're the only one who is busy saving Tokyo? A certain Thurst and I almost hiccups in Saitama's deep forest, and now we're rushing to Tokyo on a 'temporary recruit' carriage... "

"Thurster? The carriage?! Is it some newly developed curiosity..."

On the other end of the phone, Ryoma seemed to be on some kind of high-speed moving vehicle before the second, and the background sound was also full of wild wind.

"Don't interrupt! As the only trustworthy one in the list of 100 'informants' I have registered, listen carefully, the important information we exchanged for with our lives..."

"Hey, does that mean that the other ninety-nine are all unpaid... Wait a minute, you actually sneaked into the Aum Shinri Club undercover?"

"So, Kotomine Jiro gathered a large number of believers and 'sacrifices', used the grievances called "Hundred Demons" to summon a large number of 'complete' ghosts, and then entered Tokyo on a strange black train?!"

Listening to the "important information" from Ryoma's end before the second, Sosuke Araki felt his teeth rattling: "It's that black train! No wonder, those ghosts keep coming out of the subway station... …”

In the previous video footage, the black train that devoured the entire Yamanote Line train reappeared in Sosuke Araki's mind.

"However, Ryoma, your information seems to be a little out of date..."

"What... Tokyo has become a mess due to the attacks of cults and ghosts, and has entered a wartime state?"

On the other end of the phone, listening to Sosuke Araki's remarks, Ryoma's tone became heavy: "Sousuke! We must find a way to stop Kotomine Jiro and that train! I have a hunch, in addition to summoning ghosts and conducting terrorist attacks Besides, he seems to have other conspiracies..."

"Crash la la la..."

The sudden drop of water made Sousuke Araki's helmet mask blurred.

The rain curtain, which is as dense as needles and with distinct areas, such as the city wall that divides the frontier, shrouds the Sugamo area in front of it.

"Hey, what did you say? It suddenly rained heavily here, I can't hear it clearly..."

Painful raindrops poured down from the cloud-covered sky, and the high-pressure water guns impacted the people and cars running into the rain curtain, washing away the smoky fire left in Otsuka Shopping Street.

"Anyway... Ryoma... Your news is very important..."

"Wait... Sousuke... I have something very important to tell you... It's about luck..."

On the other end of the phone, Ryoma seemed to want to say something before the second, but his voice was completely swallowed up by the frantic wind and the suffocating rain.

"No signal? Don't worry, no matter who is behind all this, I will stop them... No, it's us."

Seeing that the signal was interrupted, Sosuke Araki had to put his mobile phone in his pocket and hold the front of the car with both hands: "Now, let's start work, Sengoku Samurai!"

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The speed of the black locomotive did not drop but increased amid the roar, and against the painful rain curtain, it set off a huge wave more than one meter high in the stagnant water.

In the storm, the water level was as high as 30 centimeters, the street with the signboard of "Sugamo Jizo-dori Shopping Street", and the clusters of gray or black that rose into the sky, became more and more in Araki Sosuke's sight. Jin: "The stench deep in the soul of those things, whether it is a sea of ​​fire or a torrential rain, can't be concealed at all!"

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"Even without this picture scroll to lead the way, the stench in the blood of these things is like the guns stuffed into the underwear during the transaction, and it can't be concealed at all."

In the dark and intricate subway tunnel, a figure in a black robe dashed as fast as lightning.

"However, this "Painted Scroll of Hundred Ghosts" seems to be endless. It's really amazing."

In the direction he was heading, a long and narrow picture scroll stretched out along the track.

No matter how the scroll stretches, the lifelike ghosts and incomprehensible runes on the pale surface of the paper never repeat...

Suddenly, at the corner in front of the tunnel, a row of white-green carriages galloped away in a flash.

"Finally... catch your tail!"

Like a hunter who finally found his target, the black-robed man turned into a **** shadow and shot out along the tunnel wall...

"It seems that there are a few more carriages than before, and the appearance has changed? However, those are not important..."

Like a bullet out of the chamber, with violent air waves, it swept to the door of the last carriage in an instant.

"Suffer to death, Aum Shinrikyo..."

Two scarlet azure dragon knives extended from the sleeves, and the man in black robe strode into the last carriage with monstrous killing intent~lightnovelpub.net~.

"Cerberus, Higashino Yukihira, come to dismantle the team!"

The person who "boarded the train without a ticket" halfway through was naturally Yukihira Higashino, who chased after Ryoma and Niya along with the smell of blood and the Hundred Ghosts after they separated from Niya.

He passed the Otsuka and Sugamo platforms along the way, and witnessed the tragic "rear-end accident scene" in the tunnel. The anger in his chest had already accumulated to the limit.

But in the carriage, which was so quiet as a coffin, what greeted Higashino Yukihira was not the ghostly figures who had chosen people to devour them...

"Swish...Swish..."

As far as the eye can see, it has been filled with thick tree roots, green bamboo and delicate branches and leaves, and the rushing train makes a pleasant whirling sound.

"Hmph, it's a mystery."

Facing the carriage in front of him that seemed to have transformed into a quiet jungle, Higashino Kopei was slightly taken aback, and then the blood blade in his hand turned into a violent storm...

The blood surged, the leaves and branches were broken, and the roots, vines and bamboos that originally covered the entire carriage were shattered.

"Woo woo woo... it hurts... it's bleeding..."

"Bamboo shoots... I only have five centimeters left!"

Amidst the layers of cries that came from nowhere, the broken branches of the branches began to ooze red blood.

"Hmph, as long as it bleeds, it's easy."

Seeing this scene, Yukio Higashino smiled coldly, continued to cut through the "weeds" in front of him, and moved forward step by step.

"Broken hand, broken hand, broken hand!"

The branches that kept falling, with amputated hands and feet, wriggled around his ankles.

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is enough 'fertilizer', as long as it is broken, it can grow back!"

The "illegal pruning" of the remaining branches and leaves on the wall of the carriage skyrocketed like gold rubbish, drowning the figure of Higashino Yukihira.