I'M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Chapter 555: Kaguya’s Gift

“Don’t worry about the tatters for now, what we are looking for should not be there…”

Mochizuki gave an order and took the lead to speed up and continue to descend.

In these buildings, there are only furniture and utensils that match the level of the house, but there are no traces of food, firewood, water and other consumables…

Naturally, it cannot be prepared for living people.

Down the stairs, a unique painting pavilion built on a suspended platform appeared in front of everyone.

“Ukiyo-e?”

Taking the lead into the corridor in the center of the painting pavilion, Mochizuki looked at the bloody and cruel pictures on the scrolls on both sides without changing his face.

“Hmph, these broken paintings, hung in this place to make a fuss, are quite ‘relevant’.”

Most of the members of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team had previously performed various secret missions overseas with him. The more cruel corpse mountains and blood seas had been seen with their own eyes, and they didn’t feel any discomfort.

“This paper… what kind of animal’s skin looks like?”

Reaching out and touching the pale yellow “painting paper”, Mochizuki only felt extremely delicate and flexible.

On closer inspection, there is a pore-like texture on it, which seems to be some kind of leather, which blends well with the ink on the surface.

“Wait, this one, this one…”

Suddenly, his gaze fell on more than a dozen paintings hanging behind.

At the end of the corridor, the exquisitely composed and boldly colored Ukiyo-e pictures depict a man in various tragic postures being tortured and killed by a group of terrifying, resurrected corpses.

What is inconsistent with the quaint surroundings is that the men who died tragically in the paintings all wear helmets, wear combat uniforms, and hold firearms…

It’s like an extremely modern combat team.

“We are the ones who painted this picture?!”

Mochizuki discovered the clue for the first time.

“It can’t be wrong, these living corpses, and the desert, they were in the Middle East…”

And he himself is also impressively listed.

In the picture, he was naked, curled up in the endless darkness, his face sullenly held in his palm by a huge ghost claw, his entire limbs were twisted and burst due to his strength, and various internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Even the proud right arm had already been torn off, and was left alone in the corner, melting into the darkness.

“The content of these paintings is likely to change because of the people who enter this place, cast some kind of curse, and burn them immediately!”

“receive!”

Without hesitation, several team members held special flamethrowers, lit the flames of the orchids, and sprayed them at the paintings on the corridor.

The fuel of these portable flamethrowers is mixed with spiritual power, which has special effects for burning things that contain grievances.

The blue flame was stained with the Ukiyo-e, and there was a disgusting rot and burnt smell immediately, and the sound of grease crackling continued.

In the green light, the originally quiet and elegant painting pavilion lit up with blazing fire.

Immediately, including Mochizuki Che, everyone’s eyes were black…

…

“Woo…oooo…”

In the darkened ward, a ten-year-old boy was lying weakly under the bed, curled up.

The depressed sobbing sound overflowed from the lower lip he had bitten from time to time.

Beneath the bald scalp, like a chemotherapy patient, is a blood-stained gauze obliquely covering the left eye.

And his right arm was also covered with a thick bloody bandage with unknown runes written on it.

“This is obviously a curse that makes people turn into ghosts among ghosts!”