I am a god in Tokyo

All the wards here are closed and locked, and there are tentacles covering the viewing window of the ward. Uehara Satoru went up and pushed the door, as if there was a heavy object pressing it inside.

Uehara Satoru took half a step back, exercised his divine power, and put his hand on the door.

The divine power spread and spread, and there was a rustling sound from inside. After a while, Uehara Satoru pushed the door again and easily entered the ward.

The scene in front of him was far more horrifying than the tentacles attack.

The ward was dark, with several people hanging there.

Among these people, there were patients in hospital gowns and night shift nurses in nurse's uniforms. They were all suspended in the air, not touching the ground. There were taupe tentacles hanging from the ceiling, sticking behind them.

Uehara Satoru moved his ears slightly, and heard the sound of breathing and heartbeat.

'Aren't they dead yet? '

He approached carefully, checking the situation of these people,

Only then did I realize that these people were not dead, but fell into a deep sleep. They closed their eyes and smiled, presumably they were having a beautiful dream, but in Uehara Wu's eyes, no matter how they looked at them, they felt horrifying and weird.

The hanging tentacles perfectly fit their body shapes and made a support frame so that they could not fall down.

But that's not the point,

The point is that behind the necks of these people, there are tentacles that are finer than blood capillaries, connected to the support frame behind them. Uehara Satoru stretched out his hand to touch them, only to find that these tentacles are actually maintaining human life.

Through the tentacles connected to the neck, unknown substances are injected into humans to make them fall asleep while maintaining their vital signs.

Uehara Goku was in a daze, exited the ward, and looked at the wards with closed doors in the dark corridor.

If so,

Psykers who enter the hospital will also be parasitized by tentacles in a certain ward.

parasitic,

Uehara Satoru couldn't find a second word to describe it.

These tentacles have the same root and origin, just like a densely growing tree, and the humans in the ward are the fruits on the tree... The demon transformed by the flash parasitizes everyone in the hospital in this weird way stand up.

What is its purpose?

Uehara Satoru looked solemn, and returned to the ward again, trying to rescue the parasites, but when he tried to pull out the fine tentacles behind the parasites' necks, these people showed extremely painful expressions on their faces, and their bodies twitched.

Uehara Satoru could only give up.

He could see that these tentacles not only achieved symbiosis with human beings, but also made human beings enter the dream world in a special way.

Forcibly pulling it out may lead to brain death of these people.

Uehara Satoru can't do this for the time being.

He left the ward temporarily, and observed room by room. Some rooms had only one or two hanging parasites, and some rooms had four or five people. Among these people, he also saw a few familiar faces.

Seiji Oya, who searched Section [-], and Priest Nishikawa of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

But without exception,

All are parasitized and smile happily.

"Are they having the same dream?"

Uehara Wu suddenly stopped, his back felt cold.

The tentacles on their bodies come from the same individual, and the tentacles inject energy into them to maintain their lives, while they are...consciousness drawn by the tentacles, forming a dream.

It has the same effect as the 'dream ritual' I got.

Uehara Satoru looked up,

When he came to the inpatient building, he could already clearly see the source of these tentacles. They all came from the top floor of the inpatient building, maybe in Miyazono Kaoru's ward, or maybe even above.

But anyway,

Finding the source of the tentacles may rescue the parasite and awaken Miyano Akira's consciousness.

Uehara Satoru held the sword in his hand and quickly walked up the stairs.

After he left the current floor, a figure slowly crawled out of the open ward.

*

"Two 10 minutes!"

The professor at the University of Michigan looked at his watch anxiously.

"There was still light just now, but now there is no light, Chen this guy, shouldn't be stupid!"

"Four and ten minutes."

Creston stood upright, holding the cross in his hand, looking at the tall buildings in the distance.

Christina looked at the two of them, and then turned to look at the other psykers. After the lights went out, most of the psykers' expressions also dimmed, obviously because they didn't believe that Uehara Satoru was still alive.

Imamura Yuyoshi stood still, staring at the hospital building, and had maintained this posture for 10 minutes.

Suddenly, a police officer rushed over.

"team leader!"

The police officer felt the oppressive atmosphere and lowered his voice: "We have obtained the approval of the Cabinet Office. The Self-Defense Forces have already dispatched. The F16 fighter jet will arrive in 15 minutes. Do we have to wait?"

"Wait!"

Imamura Yuyoshi didn't turn his head back, and made a loud noise.

*

"what sound?"

Uehara Satoru stopped walking, and there were footsteps on the empty stairs.

Footsteps could be heard upstairs and downstairs.

Come towards yourself.

Uehara Satoru quickly retreated to the corridor, but found that there were also footsteps in the corridor. He followed the sound and looked at the end of the corridor. There were dozens of patients in hospital clothes on the left and right, rushing towards him.

The tentacles of the ceiling squirm,

The patients lightly closed their eyes and smiled happily, but they were controlled by the tentacles and rushed towards them.

With a sword in hand, Uehara Satoru easily dodges the attack of the parasites, but in the corridors, in the stairs, among the dense footsteps, parasites in hospital clothes, parasites in nurse uniforms, priest parasites, onmyoji parasites Those who searched for the parasites in Class Nine.

Everyone closed their eyes and fell asleep, smiling.

Like sleepwalking, holding knives and forks, wooden sticks, mops, scalpels, and injection needles.

swarmed.

The stairs to the stairs were also blocked by sleeping parasites. Some of them held a scalpel and pointed it at their own heart. They smiled happily, eyes lightly closed, and faced Uehara Satoru.

just like,

As long as Uehara Satoru takes one step, they will end themselves.

Not only does the flash demon not want Uehara Satoru to go upstairs, but he even uses tricks... This is a situation that did not exist before. If the flash demon does not regain Miyano Akira's consciousness, it means,

It is growing.

The parasites pressed on every step of the way.

Knowing that the tentacles are useless, it chose to use parasitic humans to deal with Uehara Wu, which happened to pinch Uehara Wu's weakness.

If he really went on a killing spree, he could completely kill a river of blood, how could parasitic humans threaten him?

But this approach,

How is it different from official action?

Parasitic humans are not afraid of pain, even if their leg bones are broken, they will come staggeringly.

Like the zombies in the movie,

But it was really a zombie, Uehara Satoru was able to kill it, but there were all living people in front of him, which made him unable to act rashly.

"...escape?"

He turned his head to look at the window, but it was only a few floors high, so escaping from the hospital would not be a problem.

The problem is, the failure of action.

'Tentacles parasitize...dream...'

Uehara Satoru looked at the staggering parasitic humans approaching, suddenly smiled and shook his head, sat cross-legged, and dispersed the divine power to protect himself.

"Return."

The small white jade sword circled and fell, lying in front of his legs.

Watching the parasitic humans getting closer, Uehara Satoru reached out and grabbed the tentacles hanging from the ceiling.

"If it's a dream, pull me in too."

Whispering so, he pressed the tentacles to his neck.

*

"A Wu, A Wu?"

There is a soft voice in the ear.

"Well, really! You're going to be late for work!"

The familiar voice carried a familiar delicacy.

Uehara Satoru slowly opened his eyes,

In front of him was a soft and bright world, completely different from the dark environment of the hospital. This was like a warm bedroom, where he was lying flat on the bed with a thin quilt covering his body.

Beside the bed, stood a girl... no, it should be called a woman.

The smooth black hair was simply tied into a knot on the top of the head. She had a good figure, a bright face, and a kitchen apron around her waist. She was puffing out her mouth, staring at herself cutely and charmingly.

"Kato?"

Uehara Wu suddenly sat up.

This woman was Kato Megumi, or the adult version of Kato Megumi.

The youthfulness of a young girl fades away, and the softness of a young woman becomes more, and her figure becomes much plump, she is a great beauty completely.

"What did you call me?"

Kato Megumi had a strange face, and then gave Uehara Satoru a blank look.

"If you don't wake up again, you have to eat breakfast and go to work, my husband!"

When she left the bedroom, Uehara Satoru was not relieved.

He got up from the bed and looked into the bedroom, only to find that there was a wedding photo hanging above the bed in the bedroom, which was a photo of himself and Kato Megumi... Uehara Satoru suddenly felt something was wrong, he looked at the man in the photo .

That's who I really am,

It is the appearance of 'Uehara Wu', not the appearance of 'Chen He'.

Uehara Satoru walked quickly to the mirror, and the mirror image reflected was actually his 27-year-old self.

From the half-open door, a tempting aroma came.

There is also a dialogue between the immature and confused child's voice and the mature version of Kato Megumi.

"It's pasta for breakfast today, go wash up!"

"Yeah, I like the noodles made by my mother the most!"

"Really, your slacker dad hasn't woken up yet, Bu Meng, please drag that slacker dad up, the noodles are going to be cold."

With the little girl's happy response, she approached with brisk steps.

Then,

Wearing Doraemon pajamas, the immature and cute little girl pushed the door and walked in, with her hips on her hips and her face puffed up, trying to pretend that her mother was angry, but her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, which was extremely cute.

"Lazy man, I'm waiting for you to eat!"

Kato Megumi's helpless voice came from outside the door.

"Don't talk like me, Bumeng!"