Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

No matter how ordinary she pretends to be at the moment, in fact she is no longer the ordinary Yoriko Ogasawara who stands inconspicuously among the crowd.

Only by relying on the cognitive masking technique, she was still the ordinary Yoriko Ogasawara in the eyes of her former classmates.

"Raiko? Have you heard of this name?"

Just when she was distracted, the classmate next to her called her back.

"Lai Zi has been distracted a lot lately."

"after all......"

They had naturally heard about what happened around Ogasawara Yoriko, and they all tacitly agreed not to mention why she didn't come to school some time ago.

This year seems to be very magical. There are earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and natural and man-made disasters. Fortunately, Tokyo is still normal.

I felt a subtle emotion in my heart, and then returned to the topic just discussed.

"Gun Cult? It sounds like an organization on the Internet."

This name sounds like a name chosen by some ordinary young people on the Internet.

"Shh, you can't say that."

One of the girls looked around and then said mysteriously.

"This is an orthodox Buddhist religion, very formal."

"Ah, you're not referring to the one from a while ago, are you? The King of Nuclear Fusion or something like that?"

Ogasawara Yoriko didn't care about the topic discussed by several people.

Because she now knows what is the source of this country's operation and what it is for.

After dealing with so many legendary monsters, the strange stories on campus could no longer cause any trouble for her.

"But the Gun Worship Cult is still a cult, right? During this period, it seems that you always hear news about arrests of homemade firearms."

"Yes, yes, I heard that the former Prime Minister was also attacked with a gun in the street some time ago. It's so scary."

For these high school students, the news circulating on the Internet is the best conversation material in their daily life.

Ogasawara Yoriko responded casually and didn't particularly care about this matter.

The day at school passed quickly. After saying goodbye to her classmates who asked her to go to karaoke with her, Ogasawara Yoriko returned home.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Well, you're back."

Mrs. Ogasawara nodded hollowly. She seemed to be a different person since her father died.

The whole person quickly became thinner and older. He used to compete with his father at home, and even

She could not hold her head up even though her father could scold her, but now she is much older.

Yoriko Ogasawara often thinks, wouldn't it be better if she stayed with her mother during that time?

However, regret does not help. Yoriko Ogasawara can only use her current maturity to try to make up for this mistake.

After dinner, Ogasawara Yoriko took the initiative to take up the housework, but when she was washing dishes in the kitchen, she heard the sound of the door closing.

"Mother?"

After shouting but receiving no response, Yoriko Ogasawara came to the entrance and only saw her mother's slippers placed casually at the door.

I looked up at the time. It was already so late. What was mom doing when she went out?

A bad premonition arose in her heart. Ogasawara Yoriko knew how many dangers were hidden in the night in Tokyo.

Without even bothering to go back to the house to get some green tea, Ogasawara Yoriko hurriedly chased him out.

Fortunately, Mrs. Ogasawara hadn't gone too far yet. Following the smell left in the air, Ogasawara Yoriko quickly found her mother.

In the night, his mother and several other women were talking and walking, and there seemed to be no problem.

Yoriko Ogasawara felt relieved. It seemed that he had worried too much. As a ghost slayer in the night, his nerves had been tense for too long.

After breathing a sigh of relief, just as he was about to go home, Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly shifted his gaze to a man at the corner of the road.

If she saw it correctly, the mark on the man's clothes should be a pistol.

At this moment, he was standing at the intersection where his mother and others must pass.

The nails on Ogasawara Yoriko's fingertips grew rapidly, and the pupils under the frame quickly changed color.

Although I don't know why, you can smell from the blood on the other person that he is definitely not a good person.

Yoriko Ogasawara hid in the shadow of the corner, running in the darkness where no one could see, and quietly came to the sky above this man.

If he dares to make any dangerous move, Ogasawara Yoriko's hand will take out his heart faster than the gun hidden under his clothes.

Slowly approaching, the man was still leaning against the wall motionless, but when the people who were talking turned the corner, he suddenly stood up straight and took out his hand.

"hello!"

The man greeted several people easily, and the sharp ghost claw was only a little away from his back at this moment.

If he had pulled out a gun instead of his hand, he would have fallen into a pool of blood by now.

"Ah, it's Mr. Dongcheng."

Several women greeted each other one by one.

"Mr. Dongcheng, why are you waiting here today?"

Ogasawara Yoriko hid in the shadows again, intending to continue to wait and see, but now the situation is even stranger.

She originally thought the man was a gun-toting thug, but he turned out to be familiar with her mother and several other women.

"The wind has been a bit tight recently, so I moved to a different place to wait for you."

The man explained. Under the blowing of the night wind, the pistol on his waist revealed its clues, but no one was afraid.

"Let's go, it's getting late, we can't keep everyone waiting for us."

The man glanced at his watch and led the way, while Mrs. Ogasawara and others followed him obediently.

What on earth was his mother doing at night?

Ogasawara Yoriko was a little confused, and out of worry, she followed behind.

A few people walked around in the Tokyo night, walking through the alleys under the neon lights. The further they walked, the less crowded they became.

Until they arrived at a residential building, they opened the iron door in front of them and entered an empty underground garage.

Chapter 267: Gun Worship Cult

"crunch~"

The old iron door is opened, and the abandoned underground garage in Tokyo hides another unknown side.

People who covered their faces with hoodies and only exposed their eyes gathered here, including Ogasawara Yoriko’s mother, who also wore hoodies.

The entire underground garage was like a square, crowded with people dressed in ordinary but suspicious manners, about a few hundred people.

On the surrounding walls, there are strange spray paintings, the main subjects of which are Buddhist Arhats and Bodhisattvas, but the Vajra has turned into a firecracker and a rifle, and the silk rope has turned into a bullet chain.

The round light on the back, which represents enlightenment, is painted into a blazing fire, and the Buddha is integrated into the flames of the round light.

The strong colors and spray-painted materials, combined with the strange style, have a post-modernist Buddhist aesthetic.

Yoriko Ogasawara followed them in. From this scene and posture, she understood that her mother must be involved in some kind of cult organization.

During the day, I was still listening to what my classmates were talking about. It was a ridiculous, gun-worshipping sect disguised as Buddhism. However, when I got home, I found that my mother was no longer involved with the other party.

When did my mother start to get involved in this area?It shouldn’t have been too long since the Gun Worship Cult appeared, right?It should be after he comes back.

After thinking for a while, Ogasawara Yoriko followed her mother closely and observed the surroundings.

Most of them are ordinary people, mainly adults, both men and women, they should be ordinary believers and the like.

Among these ordinary people, there are some people carrying firearms and people wearing white cloth around them, who should be insiders of the Gun Worship Cult.

What exactly does this organization want to do?Armed riot?Or amass a fortune?

Being able to get so many firearms, they should have a wide range of contacts. Wouldn't it be better if they directly resell arms in order to make money?

If it was a riot, then Yoriko Ogasawara would have to pull his mother out as soon as possible. For an organization of ordinary people, even if it were hundreds of times larger, it would be meaningless.

At the top of this country, there are real swarms of natural disasters. It is impossible to threaten them by relying on ordinary firearms.

Not feeling threatened, Ogasawara Yoriko continued to hide aside, trying to see what tricks they were going to pull off.

Suddenly, the entire underground lights went out, and the spray painting on the wall seemed to be made of fluorescent paint, outlining the strange Arhat Bodhisattva in the darkness.

The crowd stirred slightly for a while, then quickly understood the situation and fell silent.

"There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, filled with suffering, it's really terrifying."

Ogasawara Yoriko was stunned for a moment, not because she heard this familiar Buddhist saying, but because of the way of reciting it.

The low and hoarse voice surrounded the entire underground with the help of broadcasting equipment, but the way of reciting this Buddhist sutra was pure khumai.

The spotlight turned on at the right time, the curtain was pulled open, and a strangely dressed man held a microphone and stood in the most dazzling place.

Wearing a monk's robe, but using a bullet chain as a belt, his shiny bald head emits an LED halo behind him, and his entire face is only a black shadow under the heavy exposure.

Yoriko Ogasawara

For a moment, I felt that I was worrying too much. Maybe my mother had just become the idol of an underground rock band.

The other party was dressed like a rock singer.

Of course, it was only for a moment.

"Good evening, all benefactors, I am able to see you all tonight. It is really blessed by all the Buddhas, bless me, and bless you all."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she spoke in a very inconsistent tone. Now Ogasawara Yorizi believed what her classmates said during the day.

Although this organization has many problems, I feel that the real founder is young.

After such an extremely inappropriate start, few people said anything, and they all looked up at each other with longing expressions.

This abnormal situation did not surprise Yoriko Ogasawara.

She smelled the smell of hallucinogens in the spray-painted materials on the wall. Coupled with the dark environment, it probably appeared in the eyes of this group of ordinary people.