I am a god in Tokyo

Deep down in my heart, there is such a longing?

Satoru Uehara slid through the photos, his eyes stayed on Megumi Kato, who was holding his daughter in his arms and smiling gently, and was silent for a while before putting away the phone.

"Even if the parasites are found, they may not necessarily believe me."

Hiding the warmth rising in his heart, Uehara Satoru thought about the next action again.

The attempt to awaken the parasite from within the dream failed,

You need to change your thinking.

It is not for me to wake up the parasites, but for them to realize that they are in a dream.

No matter how delicate and real the dream is, it is impossible to shape the entire earth, or even create a perfect Tokyo in the dream.

In the 'Dream Ritual', dreams are created by sacrificing life.

Among them, the reality of the dream is improved according to the quantity and quality of sacrificed lives.

By sacrificing ten people, an almost real dream can be constructed.

But this reality is for the quality of the dream, not the breadth of the dream. If you want to make the dream of the entire Tokyo area as real as reality, even if you use the "dream" ceremony, it will take the lives of nearly 300 people to do it. to this point.

Not to mention, there were only 150 parasites in the hospital, and they were not sacrificed.

This means that

There are limits to dreams.

*

Uehara Satoru planned to book air tickets online, looking for the edge of the dream, but couldn't book a flight ticket.

All seats are sold out.

On the contrary, this proves Uehara Satoru's idea, how can there be such a coincidence, it is nothing more than that there is a limit in the dream, and at the speed of the plane, it can easily reach the limit, so it restricts the travel of others.

reverse reasoning,

Airplanes are limited, which means that the margin is definitely not far away.

'Looking for a car? '

Uehara Satoru shook his head again.

There is not enough time. In addition to finding the edge of the dream, you also need to allow enough time to buffer. If you take a car, if you encounter a big traffic jam, no amount of time will be enough.

Uehara Satoru looked around, his eyes lit up.

On the side of the road, a young man wearing a helmet was riding a blackened Yamaha motorcycle, waiting for the green light in front of the zebra crossing. The cool and handsome motorcycle attracted the envious eyes of many car drivers.

The young man was also proud, turning the handlebar, the motorcycle roared.

then,

Uehara Satoru went up and quickly made the proud young man throw away his car at double the original price of the motorcycle.

Handing the helmet to Uehara Satoru, the young man stood on the side of the street with a smile on his face and waved to his former car.

"Bon Voyage!"

Uehara Satoru got on the motorcycle and rushed away.

Compared with cars that get stuck in traffic, motorcycles are simply for rushing time.

Turning the handle, the car body roared, and it was speeding on the city roads, attracting waves of curses, but Uehara Satoru ignored it completely and headed towards the outskirts of Tokyo at the fastest speed.

When approaching the outskirts, there was a big traffic jam.

The traffic police pulled up banners and guided the traffic to divert at the front of the road, indicating that construction was underway ahead and would not be open to traffic for the time being.

Regardless of the traffic police's obstruction, Uehara Satoru rushed into the wrong way, crashed into the banner, and continued on his way.

nature,

There is no construction, but a very smooth road.

After Satoru Uehara crashed into the banner, the noisy traffic behind and the frantic traffic police fell silent strangely.

They stared at the exhaust of the motorcycle until it disappeared as far as the eye could see.

"It's almost Chiba County."

Uehara Satoru estimated the distance.

The buildings and scenery on both sides finally showed signs of distortion, and the occasional pedestrians performed repetitive and monotonous movements like robots, but when the motorcycle roared past, they would stop and stare blankly.

The edge of the dream is approaching.

Uehara Wu Xinsheng Mingwu.

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He didn't want to care about it, but the mobile phone was automatically connected during the impact, and Kato Megumi's anxious voice came.

"A Wu, Bu Meng is sick!"

"What to do, she has a severe fever, Ah Wu, come back soon!"

"Dad... Bumeng is so uncomfortable..."

On the other end of the phone, there was Kato Megumi's helpless cry, and Uehara Ayumi's painful murmur.

Uehara Satoru just pursed his lips and continued to move forward.

at last,

The world in front of him has undergone strange changes.

The scenery on both sides of the road and the clouds in the sky seemed to be cut off from it. Uehara Wuheng stopped and looked at the other side of the cut-it was a boundless white world.

There is only the purest white, and you can't tell the difference between up, down, left, and right.

"This is the edge of the dream."

Uehara Satoru took out his mobile phone and wanted to take a picture to testify, but what the mobile phone camera captured was an extremely normal world.

This is the dream's last effort,

But he had expected it.

Proving that the dream is marginal and not perfect is enough to support Uehara Satoru's subsequent actions.

He took out his mobile phone, the call was not over yet.

"benefit."

Uehara Satoru: "Do you believe that this world is false?"

"Actually, we are not married and we don't have a daughter. Everything that happened here is false."

Chapter 140 Five, Jing Muyan

Police Department.

Seiji Oya aggressively pushed open the door of the office.

In the spacious and bright office, the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department was sitting. He was leaning on a soft chair, looking at the documents in his hand, and was a little surprised by Seiji Oya's arrival.

"Oya, what's wrong with you, so anxious?"

Oya Seiji adjusted his breathing and walked quickly to the desk.

"Director Baima, I can't understand this operation. Why did he suddenly launch a red notice on an ordinary citizen? Did he make any mistakes?"

said,

Oya Seiji opened the file in his hand, and it was full of detailed information about Uehara Satoru.

The Metropolitan Police Department issued a red notice to Uehara Satoru, and naturally notified Seiji Oya. He thought it was another major case that could show his skills, but he fell into a daze when he saw the photo of the wanted warrant.

Isn't this the citizen who came to me during the day?

Although there may be a problem with his brain, how could he not be a wanted criminal?

"Oya, I didn't issue the arrest warrant."

The director spread his hands helplessly.

"It was signed by the Cabinet Office, and I just implemented it."

"Why did the Cabinet Office issue such a wanted arrest? What evidence is there to prove—"

Oya Seiji, who has justice in his heart, cannot carry out such absurd orders.

"Officer Oya!"

The director crossed his hands, all the smiles on his face were restrained, and his tone became serious.

"You are a policeman, obeying orders and carrying out tasks are what you should consider instead of doubting the decisions of the Cabinet Office!"

Seiji Oya's words were stuck in his throat.

He gritted his teeth and saluted, turned and left.

*

"A Wu, you are very strange today."

over the phone,

Kato Megumi's tone was somewhat resentful.

"You ignored Bu Meng in the morning, and now your daughter is sick, and you are saying strange things again, Ah Wu, you should go home, Bu Meng needs you."

Uehara Satoru did not respond.

He turned his head and walked towards the pure white world. Standing at the boundary between the white world and the dream world, the divine power that he could not sense originally surged out from the depths of his body.

As long as you step into the pure white world, you can leave from the dream.

However, Uehara Satoru retracted the leg that had been stepped forward, and the divine power that was slowly gushing out of his body stopped abruptly.

This divine power is enough.

He stepped back on the motorcycle and said to the phone: "You turn on the TV now, if you really created Megumi Kato based on my inner impression, you will understand what I mean."

After leaving this sentence, Uehara Satoru hung up the phone with his backhand, turned the handle, the motorcycle turned around, and rushed away.

on the other end of the phone,

Kato Megumi put down the phone in confusion, beside her, her cheeks were flushed, and Ayumi Uehara, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have lost his fever and his breathing had stabilized.

Since marrying Uehara Satoru, the other party has never had such abnormal behavior.

The husband who originally loved his family and loved his daughter had a strange change.

Turn on the TV, and what can you prove?

With resentment in her heart, the wife turned on the TV in the room, and the news program that popped up was broadcasting the nationwide arrest of Satoru Uehara.

Looking at the familiar faces on the screen, Megumi Kato couldn't believe it.

*

the present.

Monster clouds cover the sun, and the sky and the earth are dark.

The psyker was still parked outside the hospital, but he had given up hope.

"I'm going to act too."

Above the dome of the sky, the god's real body stands in emptiness, overlooking the hospital building filled with evil spirits.

He sent the edited information through his mobile phone, and then he didn't stay any longer. Under the cover of the sky, he rode away with the wind.

"If it's Mr. Jing Muyan, even if he can't save the victim, he will have a way to escape."

In the dull atmosphere, Sansumi Mikoto sensed Kasumigaoka Shiu's anxiety and softly comforted her.

The girl didn't take her eyes off, just nodded.

The forensic doctor sighed slightly in his heart and looked around. All the psykers who were still here did not speak. They either looked at the hospital building in silence, closed their eyes and prayed, or lowered their eyes in disappointment.

The oppressive atmosphere makes people breathless.