Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 29 Abnormal Event Countermeasures Lesson

Walking on the way to school.

Ishikawa Yuki's steps were still light and graceful, as if she were stepping on clouds.

It's like having an extremely absurd dream, and everything around me has a strong sense of unreality.

"We really escaped?"

Han Gonglang glanced at her speechlessly while gnawing on the fried noodles bread bought from the convenience store on the street.

"This is the fifth time you've asked this question."

Ishikawa Yuki blushed slightly: "But...but...but..."

She said "but" three times in a row, but couldn't say the next words.

It's really hard to describe her mood in words. They just got on the tram to school as usual and embarked on a desperate journey to another world. After going through all kinds of hardships and escaping back to reality, they found that it was just the past. It took me only a few stops on the tram, and I even had to catch the first morning class!
This kind of thing is too bizarre no matter how you think about it!

Ishikawa Yuki hesitated and asked: "Hanomiya-kun, let me ask, are those people...really dead?"

"Yes."

Yu Gonglang replied: "But it will most likely be considered missing by the police, right?"

"After all, their bodies have been sent to that hell on the despair tram."

Ishikawa Yuki was stunned.

Unlike the Pure White Demonic Shadow, this ghost realm is quite exaggerated in terms of scale and number of deaths.

This was the first time she had seen so many people die in front of her eyes, and if Yu Gonglang hadn't been there, I'm afraid all of them would have died there!

And people did nothing wrong, they were just unlucky and caught a tram they shouldn't have.

Apparently, the Trolley of Despair was not wiped out.

Yu Gonglang's sword attack would only make the interval between his next appearance longer.

It will continue to appear in Tokyo's subway lines, like a ghost wandering underground, randomly sending batches of "lucky people" into the abyss of despair.

When I think of that kind of reality, Ishikawa Yuki can't help but feel horrified and her scalp goes numb.

After a long time, she sighed: "It seems that I am really unlucky..."

"Although you are indeed very unlucky, it is not entirely your fault."

Yu Gonglang fed the remaining half of the fried noodles bread to Xin Zhan and said: "People with keen inspiration are more likely to be involved in weird and weird stories, and they can't hide away even if they want to."

"And, there is a more critical reason."

Yu Gonglang silently looked at the huge shadow standing in the city.

"Existences like the Despair Tram are everywhere in this city."

"In the future, there will be more and more."

Ishikawa Yuki murmured: "More and more..."

The confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she made some determination in her heart.
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at the same time.

A group of unique passengers appear at various stations on the Tokyo Metro and Marunouchi Line.

They were either in a daze, pale, or disheveled.

It was the people who escaped from the Tram of Despair.

Among the survivors, there are also people with relatively keen inspiration. They vaguely remember what happened before and whisper nervously.

"The Tram of Despair...the Bloody Swordsman..."

"It's true! They're all true!"

There were also people who had lost relatives and friends, slumped on the ground and cried bitterly.

A few scattered people may not attract the attention of others, but when this happens several times, it still causes a lot of commotion and panic among the crowd.

Soon, after someone called the police, the police arrived at the scene.

Naoto Tamaki is also among them.

He is affiliated with the Abnormal Incident Countermeasures Section of the Criminal Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

This is a special operations department that was established just last year and is responsible for cases related to "abnormal events".

Naoto Tamaki and his colleagues, most of whom were originally members of the "Search Section [-]" who often appeared in criminal investigation dramas and mystery novels, were transferred to this newly established department with a transfer order. Naturally, they were a little confused at first and even thought it was ridiculous.

However, their experiences in the past six months have refreshed their understanding again and again.

"Is it Despair Tram again?"

Looking at the survivors who had been controlled, Naoto Tamaki frowned with thick eyebrows and sighed softly: "Is this the fifth time this month?"

"Moreover, there is only a three-day gap from the last time it appeared, and the frequency is also accelerating."

The subordinates around him also had heavy expressions.

Anyone can see what this situation means.

"But...there are actually so many people who survived this time?"

Naoto Tamaki glanced at the list of survivors, with a look of surprise on his face.

In the previous cases where he dealt with the despair tram, there were only a few survivors, and almost the entire tram's passengers were missing.

And the survival of those people was just a fluke.

It's like a piece of meat was put into the mouth of a diner to chew, and there happened to be a few shreds of meat stuck in the gap between the teeth. The diner picked out the shreds of meat and threw them aside. The survivors were the discarded meat. Silk.

Without exception, they were so frightened that they lost their sound minds and became crazy. They are still being treated in sanatoriums.

But this time...

The survivors, while terrified, were far from being driven mad by despair.

Moreover, the number of survivors was extremely large, but the missing only accounted for one tenth.

Naoto Tamaki felt a little excited: "Did something different happen on the Despair Tram that was different from the previous times?"

If we could find this pattern, maybe we could save more people.

"Tamaki Police Department."

A cold-faced female police officer reported: "Many survivors' testimonies mentioned a person, saying that he saved them."

"who?"

"A man wearing bloody clothes and holding a bloody knife."

"The bloody swordsman!"

Hearing this description, Naoto Tamaki felt awe-inspiring and his expression changed slightly: "It's him again!"

"But even the Despair Tram couldn't trap him?"

Naoto Tamaki has a very clear understanding of the horror of the Despair Tram. In his eyes, "cannot be destroyed and cannot be escaped" is the best way to describe it.

However, the blood-clothed swordsman not only escaped from it, but also brought out so many passengers.

It's enough to show how scary he is.

Mere force cannot achieve this.

Naoto Tamaki originally thought that the bloody swordsman was just an immature imitation of the "dark hero" like the beautiful thief.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

As for the police, having such an unknown entity with unknown purpose wandering around the city is a good thing or a bad thing.

Naoto Tamaki sighed softly.

The importance attached to the blood-clothed swordsman in his heart has increased a lot again.

At this time, the cold-faced policewoman said: "A small number of survivors also mentioned...tentacles?"

"It seems like something like that tied them up? But it didn't hurt them."

Naoto Tamaki had a strange expression: "What's that?"

"Maybe it's just some kind of monster in the Kaitan realm, right?"

The cold-faced policewoman asked again: "What should we do with these survivors?"

"If they are allowed to spread the word everywhere, the Tram of Despair will only appear more frequently in this world, right?"

Naoto Tamaki replied: "I have hired a master psychic to erase their memories."

This is certainly a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution.

But right now, it would be nice to have a "palliative" solution.

(End of this chapter)