I am a god in Tokyo

Nagata Yuhei curled up on the sofa, holding his mobile phone.

On the other end of the phone, the gentle voice of the police came.

The young man's condition was quite poor, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and his hair was messy, as if he hadn't washed and taken care of it for several days.

"I beg you, please find Qianjia!"

He begged hoarsely.

Nagata Yuhei is no longer clear, and now he really wants to find his missing girlfriend, rather than using this to get out of such a desperate predicament.

Find Qianjia, maybe we can find out what happened?

maybe know,

How can Doudou recover.

Go back to your old life.

The strange sight fell on him again, the young man tensed up, and then he looked in the dark corner.

The monster was crawling on the ground, staring at him.

Just like these three days.

No matter where he is or where he goes, he cannot escape this gaze.

Whether it's a part-time job, a good life, or even thinking about running away.

Just turn your head,

It crouched nearby, watching itself.

Nagata Yuhei was going crazy.

He even believed that this monster secretly killed Qianjia just to monopolize him—although it has Qianjia's memory and emotions, it is not Qianjia, and it still retains its animal nature.

A monster with human emotions but acting with an animal mind.

"Mr. Nagata?"

On the other end of the call, the police noticed the madness and despair in the young man's tone, and couldn't help but become serious.

"Do you know anything about Miss Tanimura's disappearance?"

The youth took a deep breath.

He was about to say something, but saw the golden retriever squatting on the ground, looking at him quietly, half of its body was hidden in the darkness, and half of its body appeared in the light.

half face hidden in darkness,

As if laughing.

"I have no idea!"

Nagata Yuhei almost screamed, hung up the phone abruptly, fell down on the sofa, panting heavily as if exercising vigorously.

Fear clenched his heart.

"Youping, as long as you have me, why do you want her back?"

The golden retriever grinned.

"I'm Qianjia, and I'm also Doudou, isn't it better?"

"You are not her, and you are not it!"

The young man scratched his hair, maddened.

Under the pressure and fear of the past few days, his spirit reached its limit.

"You are a monster, a monster!"

It sounded like a string breaking.

The young man raised his head suddenly, his eyes looked very strange in the dimly lit living room, outside the window, the blood of dusk was lowered inch by inch, and the dark blue curtain spread from the sky.

At the time of the devil,

Demons and ghosts, people are treacherous.

The golden retriever and the young man look at each other.

It saw the mad killing intent in his eyes.

He saw mad love in its eyes.

*

"When the devil meets."

Uehara Satoru reappeared not far from the dilapidated apartment and glanced towards the sky.

Evening is gone, night is coming.

The ancients called this time the time of encountering demons, the time when all ghosts walk at night and demons and monsters move about.

In Uehara Satoru's perception,

The corpse aura in the apartment was still suppressed during the day, but now it spread almost unscrupulously, and the strong rancid smell came oncoming.

"Meow!"

At the feet, the helper Uehara Satoru invited took two steps back, his hair was blown out, his body crawled, and he let out a low growl towards the apartment.

The transparent beast also sensed this corpse energy.

Satoru Uehara rubbed the soul chain on his wrist, and looked at Matcha, both of them could see the seriousness in their eyes.

"According to my aunt, Sayama, who lives in this household, will come to throw out the trash when no one is around...should come out soon."

Uehara Satoru explained to Matcha, and with a sudden movement, the whole person rushed into the alley next to him.

Matcha hasn't recovered yet.

Then I saw a shaky figure walking out of the dim apartment. It was a fat man with a pale complexion and a sloppy body. The clothes on his body hadn't been changed for an unknown amount of time, and his hair hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time.

His eyes were slack, his footsteps were vain, and he was carrying two large bags of garbage in his hands.

more importantly,

He has the smell of corpses on him,

An extremely strong corpse aura.

Matcha's body stiffened suddenly, and she turned her head to look at the alley, where her incongruous master was winking.

'Go, go matcha! '

Matcha wanted to give him two paws first.

Anyway, I serve a god, a clone of a god... well, a god too.

It lowered its head and raised its tail, like a normal cat, over the man.

Then, while he was throwing out the trash,

Matcha jumped up, using her strength to climb the wall, her tail slamming on the back of the man's head like a steel whip.

Bang!

Without any pressure, the man's eyes turned white, and his heavy body was shaking to the ground. Uehara Satoru hurried forward, endured the peculiar smell on his body, and dragged him into the alley.

"Living."

Uehara Satoru made this judgment after checking.

Matcha also lowered its head and sniffed, and let out a soft cry in agreement.

Uehara Satoru raised the man's arm again. Although he was obese, he was actually very light, which was completely inconsistent with his appearance. Then he rolled his eyes and observed his face.

"Corpse gas enters the body, he is about to die."

Uehara Satoru took two steps back with a serious expression.

not only that,

The man's internal organs are completely infected by corpse energy, as long as he dies, he will inevitably end up with a corpse.

He looks towards the apartment.

"It's a zombie—"

Zombies, either because of unsatisfactory death and lingering grievances; or because of the feng shui accumulation of yin in the tomb, the corpses are mutated monsters.

In China, zombies and monsters are two kinds of creatures.

But in Japan,

There are also monsters that are similar to zombies.

Paint Buddha.

After death, the internal organs are emptied, the whole body is painted with black paint, and mummies are made to form monsters.

Uehara Satoru changed his mind and walked towards the apartment.

The ecstasy chain on the wrist rotated by itself, and a crimson color floated.

Matcha jumped, fell into the darkness, and disappeared.

The apartment is left unguarded and the door is left wide open.

There are also no surveillance cameras.

Such an old apartment seems to have been forgotten and abandoned by modern civilization.

The more Uehara Satoru walked to the second floor, the heavier the body odor he could feel, until he stopped in front of the door, the rancid smell rushed into his nose, making his stomach nauseous.

Uehara Satoru decisively sealed off his sense of smell with divine power.

He knocks.

The corpse aura inside suddenly rolled, and it took a long time before there was a hoarse and wind-breaking sound.

"You forgot to bring your keys again."

With the sound of footsteps, the door slowly opened.

Show an aging face.

He looked up and looked at the strange young man in front of him, a little puzzled.

In Uehara Satoru's eyes, the divine eyes glimpsed the truth, and under the aging face was a dark and shriveled corpse.

"you are?"

The old man spoke slowly.

Bang! !

Inside the house, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking.

Accompanied by a strange roar, the cat that fell into it grew its body against the wind, lowered its body like a tiger in the forest, and rushed towards the old man at the entrance.

There was no time to think.

The old man suddenly turned around, completely unable to see his dull appearance.

The moment you turn around,

Uehara Satoru used his supernatural power and slammed his palm straight into the back.

Bang!

The old man staggered and rolled forward, his back seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, leaving red palm prints, and the mighty divine power eroded the corpse's energy inward.

"what--"

It opened its mouth and made a weird cry.

But the matcha had already been culled, and the steel claws that suddenly stretched out suddenly grabbed at the old man.

Uehara Satoru spun into the door, and with a flick of his wrist, a scream exploded, and the red chain passed through the small room, sealing every corner it escaped from.

"Thorn-"

The matcha claws tore off sparks on the old man, and there was a strange sound like gold and iron clattering, and the old man fell backwards with the sound of chains, and the crimson power was like a raging fire, causing it to bounce away suddenly, screaming pitifully.