I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Just when Sousuke Araki was busy "killing mice", Ryoma was wearing a police uniform and sitting in the guard box next to Shinjuku Gyoen, dozing off.

After Araki Sosuke left in the daytime, he went to the custom shop he often went to experience a "new trick", which consumed a lot of physical strength, and was now sleepy to death.

In the rudimentary tin box, there are only a set of dilapidated tables and chairs and a large police communicator.

"Sha... Shasha..."

Just before the second day, when Ryoma was sleeping with his palm on his head, a noise came from the communicator.

"Is there any signal interference?"

Erqian Ryoma, who was woken up, glanced at the communicator unhappily.

This police communicator is very old. Although it is set on the special encrypted channel of the Metropolitan Police Department, it is occasionally disturbed by the communication from some radio amateurs.

Just when he fell asleep again, the sound of "rustling" came from the communicator again.

"This crap..."

"Sha...Shasha...I...I'm so cold...Sha..."

In the noise of the communicator, a man's voice could be vaguely heard.

"What? Mosimoxi... which boring guy is playing a prank..."

This communicator can connect to several guard posts in Shinjuku District. It must be a guy who is full of sleep during the day and pranks here at night.

"Yo, this is the Shinjuku Gyoen Police Station... Please abide by the police communication guidelines, and don't use the communication channel unnecessarily... OVER"

Two years ago, Ryoma picked up the communicator and began to lecture in a serious manner.

After the lecture, the communicator really quieted down.

Before two, Ryoma continued to doze off contentedly.

"Sha...Shasha...help...help me...cold...so cold..."

After a while, the voice sounded again.

This time, the male voice in the noise became clearer again.

"Anyone calling for help... This is the Shinjuku Gyoen Police Station... Please tell me your location... OVER"

Two years ago, Ryoma immediately picked up the communicator and replied.

There was silence in the communicator.

"That guy Okita, remember that he was on the night shift today too?"

To be on the safe side, Ryoma took out his mobile phone and dialed a colleague from another police booth nearby.

"Ah, Okita, you're on duty, right... Did you hear the call for help in the communicator? What, you just fell asleep and didn't hear any sound? Wouldn't it wake you up so loud? Guys won't also during the day..."

After a few chats with my colleagues, Ryoma's expression became a little weird again before the second.

Okita, who was also on duty nearby, didn't seem to hear the noise from the communicator.

Assuming what the Okita guy said is true...

Two years ago, Ryoma took out a map of Tokyo district from under the table, took out a pen and drew on it.

"This is my position, this is Okita's position..."

He tapped two points on the map with a pen.

"The effective distance of the cluster walkie-talkie is 15-30 kilometers... If the other party's signal can just cover me, but cannot reach Okita, it means that my location is probably the limit range of the other party's signal..."

Before 2, Ryoma immediately speculated on a fan-shaped area on the map.

"There are radio amateurs playing pranks in this range...occupying police encrypted channels, but criminality, if there's going to be a...massive manhunt for this range...wait, it's none of my business, I'm so bored Do you think about this kind of thing..."

The drowsiness struck again. Before the second, Ryoma simply pressed the clerk switch of the communicator and continued to doze off.

This time, the communicator did not sound again.

Before two, Ryoma put his hands on his chin, and soon started snoring.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the custom shop...

"Sha...Shasha...Save me...Shasha...I'm so cold..."

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, there was another noise from the communicator.

This time, the man's voice was clearer.

Two years ago, Ryoma was awakened again, and the veins on his forehead burst.

"My uncle is busy educating unemployed young men and saving lost young women during the day, and listening to you making noise at night... Where the **** are you, you bastard, just let me catch you..."

He picked up the communicator and roared, but suddenly closed his mouth.

The power indicator light of the communicator in front of me is clearly off...

"Sha...Shasha...I...was..."

From the communicator that was clearly turned off, the man's voice came again.

"You...behind...behind..."

Two years ago, Ryoma's back was cold, and he lost the communicator in his hand, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and quickly pointed back.

Through the glass of the police pavilion, there is nothing but the dark vegetation of Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

"Huh... I'm really too sensitive..." Er Qian Ryoma breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to study what was going on with that communicator.

A man with a wet body, pale face with erythema, his skin swollen and overlapping, is tilting his head and putting his eyeballs on the glass in front of the police booth, looking straight at him.

Before the second, Ryoma was so frightened that he immediately pointed the gun in his hand at the opponent.

As the pistol pointed, there was nothing in front of the police booth, as if the man had never appeared.

"...Did you look dazzling? Or the aphrodisiac drink you drank today that you didn't take back. It has hallucinogenic effects?"

Looking around at the quiet police booth, Ryoma's body was soaked with sweat before the second.

"I'm...well...cold...help me..."

The voice appeared again. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

However, what made Ryoma's entire body stiff before the second was...

That voice, this time, did not come from the communicator, but from behind him.

He turned around, and the terrifying-looking man was pressing his nose to the tip of his nose, pinching his neck.

As he got closer, he could see clearly that the pink stripes and swollen and rotten skin on the other's face were the characteristics of a drowned person.

Two years ago, Ryoma subconsciously kicked the opponent's crotch, but the opponent's iron pincer-like arm was completely unmoved.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of yellow and rancid water poured in from the cracks in the doors and windows of the police booth, instantly submerging the entire contents of the police booth.

The man's iron-like hands and the turbid water flow from nowhere made Ryoma completely unable to breathe.

Under the unprecedented suffocation, his consciousness gradually blurred...

At this moment, in his trousers pocket, a burst of fire suddenly burst out and rushed over the man's body.

The man who was pinching his neck, his whole body burned with the flow of firelight, and let out a painful howl, which slowly turned into black smoke and dispersed.

"Huh..."

I don't know how long it took, Er Qian Ryoma, who was lying on the ground of the police booth with his feet upside down, opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

He looked around blankly. The police booth was as clean and tidy as ever. Where there was a terrifying man, he must be in a daze.

A yellow liquid with a strong smell was flowing in his hand, which made his heart tremble again.

Looking down at his soaked trousers, Ryoma breathed a sigh of relief and cursed, "Damn it!"

He was actually scared to pee by a nightmare.

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