I am a god in Tokyo

"master."

The young man called out in a low voice, but there was no response until he walked around to the front.

pat,

Bento, fell to the ground.

Afterwards, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu and Sansumi Mikoto followed closely, and they also saw the dead body of the sword hero who closed his eyes and stood still.

*

The morning mist dissipates, and the sun rises slowly.

Before seven o'clock, Tokyo has woken up from sleep and became lively.

Uehara Satoru returned to the office.

The office has not been open for two days, and there is still a closed sign on the door.

"Mr. Chen!"

"boss!"

As soon as he approached the office, someone called out loudly.

He turned his head and saw that it was the tantric teacher and student whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

in the office,

Christina made coffee with ease, took out soda water from the refrigerator, and delivered them to the tutor and the boss respectively. As an assistant, she did this kind of work without a job appointment.

"Mr. Chen, why have you been away for so long?"

The professor of the University of Michigan curled up his slender legs on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and nestled comfortably in the sofa.

Obviously,

She almost regarded this place as her second stronghold in Tokyo.

"Krysden couldn't see anyone all day, and I couldn't find the whereabouts of the shining person. I was almost sick in the hotel!"

Seeing the teacher's gesture, the student girl felt ashamed.

Before leaving, Uehara Satoru told Christina that he was going to leave Tokyo for a while.

In the past two days, the mobile phone was also placed on the main body, and the main body dealt with them.

I just took it back today and said that the work will officially start. I didn't expect the teachers and students of MU to come together.

"Mr. Chen, many things have happened during your absence in Tokyo!"

The professors from the University of Michigan didn't really come here to chat.

She sat up straight with a serious expression on her face.

Although they were excluded from the Tokyo psionic circle, they were able to obtain some information by searching Lesson [-]... What's more, the incident that happened last night shocked the entire Japanese psionic circle.

The death of Jianhao.

"I already knew about it."

Uehara Satoru's expression also became solemn.

Regarding the news of Jianhao's death, he only learned about it from the chat group in the psionic circle this morning.

Or,

This news was only announced this morning, and it quickly spread throughout Japan and even Southeast Asia.

The sword hero, the person of the boundary, the existence of the apex of the psyker.

The Search Section [-] temporarily announced the news of Jianhao’s death, but did not announce how he died. However, it is impossible to die of illness. As the existence of the top of the psychic, it is inherently invulnerable to all poisons and has a long lifespan. characteristics.

Jian Hao is only 40 years old, and he is the youngest person in the boundary.

Not dying of illness, nor dying of old age.

Even if they searched Section [-] to conceal the cause of death, others can guess that... Jianhao was killed.

But who can kill Jianhao?

That's no ordinary psychic!

"Will people on the boundary be killed too?"

Uehara Satoru looked serious.

He already guessed why the sword hero died, because he had already encountered such an enemy, an existence that possessed unparalleled swordsmanship and could kill the gods of the ninth rank-monsters.

If it is a monster, then the sword hero is naturally invincible.

It's just that he didn't expect that this demon would be so bold that he would even dare to kill people on the border... Such a thing had never happened before, and the group of 'monsters' had never been heard of in the past.

When did they appear and for what purpose?

I don't know at all.

"People on the border are not invincible."

The University of Michigan professor sighed softly.

"There are many abnormal events in this world. Many abnormal events are extremely strange. If you are not careful, you will die. There are also people with boundaries in our secret university. If you fall into abnormal events, the chances of survival for people who are only boundaries are higher than those of ordinary guards." Miren is much taller."

She paused for a moment, looking strange.

"Death due to abnormal events is the destiny and duty of our psykers, but if one-on-one is killed by others..."

She didn't say the rest.

Uehara Satoru also understood.

In this world, there is no one-on-one killing of "boundary strong" people.

That is to say, there is no such person in America.

Uehara Satoru found an excuse to walk away, opened the LINE chat group, and countless messages popped up almost every second, swiping the screen quickly.

'Jianhao is dead, it's impossible, right? '

'It's true, the funeral will be held in Sensoji Temple, and the presiding officer of Sensoji Temple will personally organize it! '

'But who can kill Jianhao, that's, that's a strong man! '

'Sneaky, or a monster? '

'Didn't there be a death incident yesterday? At that time, we suspected that the swordsman did it...could it be someone else, and the matter of Haruo Tsuchimikado. Now that I think about it, there are many doubts! '

Because of Jianhao's death, panic gradually arose in the psionic circle.

Even people in the boundary will be killed, how can ordinary psykers deal with such an existence.

Some people suspected that Ryosuke Miyagawa had hurt Haruo Tsuchimikado before,

Some people also suspected that the death incident yesterday was the work of Jianhao.

Now change everything,

The sewage on Jianhao's master and apprentice was washed away in this way, Uehara Wu didn't know what to say for a while.

The psionic circle does not know the existence of 'demons'.

In their eyes, the people of the boundary are already existences that can only be looked up to, but there is an unknown enemy in Tokyo who can kill the swordsman, and even this enemy acts as he pleases and is cruel and bloodthirsty.

Everyone is at risk.

Some people have declared in the group that the end is near, not only the return of 'monsters', but also more terrifying existences will wake up according to the passage of time, human beings can only pray to the gods for help.

The turmoil of Jianhao's death is still brewing, but it has completely overwhelmed the limelight of the 'shining man'.

*

Sensoji Temple, Taito District.

The tourists who came from afar were very depressed, looking at the Fengleijin Gate of Sensoji Temple.

I finally came here, but I learned that today Sensoji Temple is closed for one day. I inquired from the vendors on the street that the temple will hold funeral ceremonies for noble people.

Although Sensoji Temple closed its doors to thank visitors, many black cars arrived, and people wearing black dresses with complicated emotions stepped into it, and the number was extremely large.

"What kind of noble person has this kind of formation?"

The performance of self-funeral alone is different.

After the Japanese died, all the funerals were presided over by Buddhist monks. They were just ordinary people, and it was enough to just invite a few monks to their homes. How could it be like this to buy a whole big temple?

It's true that even after death, you have to be superior to others.

The tourists muttered and dispersed.

After passing the Kaminarimon Gate of Sensoji Temple, you will come to "Nakamise". This place was originally a parade, but now it is also hung with black veils, and the vendors on the street have also closed their stores, so as not to disturb the peace of the dead.

The psyker in black went through the treasure gate and came to the five-storied pagoda.

Under the five-storied pagoda,

There are many monks with solemn treasures and low Sanskrit voices, praying for the dead. The leader is an old monk with white hair and a compassionate expression, who is the presiding officer of Sensoji Temple.

It is also one of Japan's five boundary powerhouses.

There was a black coffin on the ground, and in the black coffin lay the sword hero, with his weapons beside him.

"Mr. Miyagawa, please express my condolences."

Wearing black clothes, Imamura Yuyoshi looked at the young man with a numb expression and red eye circles in front of him, then peeked into the black coffin again, and sighed softly.

Jianhao's death is a loss to Search Nine and to this country.

As the official supernatural organization of Japan, Search Nine has to face the abnormal events in the whole of Japan and protect the safety of the people, but now a strange strongman who does not know his existence or face but can kill the swordsman suddenly appears.

Even this strong man can do whatever he wants, brutally killing them.

'Mankind has to face more and more enemies. '

Rao Imamura Yuyoshi also felt that his heart was full of despair. The sneakiness, grotesque, and monsters were not over yet, and even the malicious existence of people beyond the boundaries began to emerge.

Human beings are facing more and more enemies, and they are becoming more and more terrifying.

And our companions are getting fewer and fewer.

Imamura Yuyoshi took a deep breath, buried the despair in his heart, took out a USB flash drive from his waist, and handed it to Miyagawa Ryosuke.

"Here is our investigation record, which may be helpful to you."

He lowered his voice.

Ryosuke Miyagawa's eyes brightened a little, his palms trembled slightly, he took the USB flash drive, nodded gratefully to Imamura Yuyoshi, looked down at the USB flash drive, clenched his fists, and his face was full of hatred.

"Thank you."

He thanked hoarsely.

Seeing him like this, Imamura Yuyoshi became serious.

"Mr. Miyagawa, if the other party can kill Mr. Jianhao, we must not be able to deal with it. You must not be impulsive and save your life!"

Miyagawa Ryosuke's eyes flickered, and he wanted to refute, but the words swirled in his throat, and there was only silence.

Only clenched fists helplessly.

"Brother, go and rest!"

Behind him came the girl's slightly hoarse voice, and then Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was wearing a black suit and was extraordinarily clean, stepped forward.

Xia Zhiqiu's complexion is fair, and the circles of his eyes are also red.

But those eyes showed more firmness than before, as if there was some kind of faith in his heart.

"Shi Yu."

Misumi Mikoto called softly.

Xia Zhiqiu looked at her, nodded slightly, and then greeted the search nine classes.

"Mr. Imamura, thank you for coming to the master's funeral. I will entertain everyone."

Seeing that the girl pretends to be a swordsman's disciple,

Sansumi Mikoto could only sigh in her heart.