I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Sosuke Araki followed the instructions of Kengo Yamada and saw only a woman dressed as a white-collar worker, nestling sweetly behind the man who was ordering food on the machine...

His staring eyes gradually became deeper.

"161-77-62-80."

Araki Sosuke quickly and accurately reported a series of unclear numbers.

"Hey, Kengo, although I am also a virgin and I am not qualified to say this. But you can't see other people's horses being beautiful, just curse others like that. That's obviously a young, beautiful, exquisite OL lady."

"Senior, can you see her too? But, I obviously saw her clothes stained with blood and her lower body was gone..."

Hearing that Sosuke Araki could also see the woman, Kengo Yamada's expression was agitated, and then a little aggrieved.

He once again plucked up the courage to look over there.

Behind the man, there was indeed a long-haired woman who was missing her lower body, dragged her internal organs, and was covered with blood clotting on her clothes. The woman’s arms pinched the man’s neck from behind, and her head occasionally fell. Look around unconsciously.

He was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes back.

"Eye of the Void has obtained the last set of numbers. How come there is no lower body? I think you should go to the hospital to see if you are scared by the nightmare, and everything looks like a ghost... It's not a popular'delusion disorder' recently. ','Radio Wave System' or something?"

After licking the rice in the bowl, Sosuke Araki stood up.

At meal time, even Yoshinoya also lined up. After eating, staying here will affect other people's meals.

"I thought so at the beginning, until later...Senior, wait for me!"

Without eating a bite of rice, Yamada Kengo got up and walked out.

Seeing that the two gave up their positions after eating, the white-collar men immediately walked over.

The passage in the restaurant is very narrow.

The tall Yamada Kengo tried his best to stay away from the man like avoiding some terrible monster.

When the "couple" and Araki Sosuke passed by, Araki Sosuke inevitably encountered the corner of the woman's clothes following the man.

"Look, I was able to touch her clothes just now, it must not be a ghost."

When he walked to the door, Araki Sosuke said to Kengo Yamada who was waiting there.

Yamada Kengo plucked up the courage to look at the woman again.

There was no half-length woman covered with blood and viscera that he had seen before. Instead, there was a young and beautiful OL standing with his hands together religiously, as if praying before a meal.

And the man in front of her was touching his neck with a strange expression.

"Could it be...I really got a'delusion disorder'? By the way, that place... you go to that place with me, you will be able to prove..."

As if thinking of something, Yamada Kengo took the head of Araki Sosuke and left in a certain direction.

...

The square in front of Shibuya Station.

A huge bronze statue of Akita dog stood not far from the exit of the station, and many people gathered nearby.

Because of the complex terrain and numerous exits of large-scale subway stations in Japan, many people often use this conspicuous bronze statue as a gathering place.

Several monks with hats, beggars and bells in one hand were doing alms on the roadside.

It's an everyday sight in front of the exit of Shibuya Station.

Most Japanese believe in Buddhism. These monks only need to stand on the side of the road, close their eyes and recite the scriptures, and their own believers will give them the change.

And every time a dervish is given, the dervish will report a Dharma bell.

"Senior, look there... there..."

Yamada Kengo quietly pointed to the back of the statue.

In a corner of the square tens of meters behind the bronze statue, sits an old man clinging to the shabby condition with his head down and motionless.

"Isn't that just an ordinary tramp?"

Araki Sosuke looked at it, but he didn't think there was anything special.

"This homeless man was here when I was in elementary school..."

It was noon, but Kengo Yamada was in a cold sweat.

"Yeah, then what's strange about him being here now."

"But... in the winter ten years ago, he had frozen to death here. I remember clearly that when I was passing by after school, I happened to see the police coming to collect the corpse. I had nightmares for many days when I returned."

"It's just a person who looks like it, the tramp has a beard and looks the same..."

Sosuke Araki lit the cigarette in his hand, squatted under the statue of Akita Inu, and started smoking.

"No, I can be sure that his appearance is exactly the same as in my memory... Recently, no matter when I passed by, he just sat there like that... and you see the large purple-red markings on his face, That is the peculiar corpse spots of people who have died of freezing..."

"People are obviously ruddy and look healthier than you, where are there any corpses... Your kid is probably mentally deranged."

Yamada Kengo also squatted down, his calves trembling a little bit desperately.

I don't know when, an old monk who was giving alms by the roadside walked slowly towards the two.

This thin old monk looked at least seventy years old, and the wrinkles on his face were layered like tree bark.

"Amitabha, the poor monk overheard the words of the two donors just now. This donor seems to have a predestined relationship with my Buddha..."

Sosuke Araki immediately fumbled out a fifty-yen coin from his pocket and put it in the opponent's bowl.

It's a pity that I didn't bring ten yen.

With his survival experience, it would be very troublesome to be entangled with this kind of old monk, and he decisively gave money to leave.

"Amitabha."

The old monk's words were interrupted by his actions, he slapped the Buddha's horn, shook the bell, and continued to speak: "What the donor said just now..."

"Can you hear the master so far away?" Yamada Kengo asked curiously.

The exit of Shibuya Subway Station is crowded with people. When I was talking just now, I was separated from the old monk by almost ten meters, and the other party could hear the two of them discussing in a low voice.

Is it really the legendary master.

Seeing him like that, he seems to want to consult this "high monk".

"People with bad eyes will always have better ears."

The old monk responded with a smile, looking very kind and kind.

With that said, the two people discovered that under the hat, the old monk seemed to be blind, with his slightly withered eyes closed all the time.

"The donor just said that he can see..." The old monk tried to reverse the topic again.

"I know, I know, there is fate, the 50 yen just now is very fate, and I will give you another 100 yen, but this fate..."

With that said, Sosuke Araki dropped another 100 yen in pain, and interrupted the other party impatiently.

He sees a lot of this kind of things, and if he lets the elderly god stick in front of him continue to talk about it, and limps Kengo, who is in a hurry to go to the doctor, I am afraid that it will not be enough for tens of thousands of yen.

"Amitabha."

The old monk shook the bell again after the change was poured into the bowl.

Hearing that there seemed to be a lot of change in the pocket of Araki Sosuke's pants, he simply put Faling in the pocket of the cloth, then took out a small card and handed it to Sosuke Araki.

Sosuke Araki took the card hesitantly.

The simple card printed: "Kawasaki Master Temple, Kukai presided over" and the temple's address and landline phone number.

These magic sticks are so professional that they even printed such a simple business card that they couldn't be thrown away when they were wrapped around them.

"It turned out to be Master Kawasaki."

"Under the name Kukai...Master Kawasaki is the name of the temple where Jaisha is located."

The old monk seemed to be accustomed to the confusion of the name by others, and then said: "The donor is quite wise, I wonder if he intends to take refuge in my Buddha?"

"what?"

Araki Sosuke stared at him with an expression of "coming, for a long time, religious fraud has finally begun".

Naturally, the blind Kukai couldn't see Sosuke Araki's expression.

Hearing that he was silent for a long time, Kukai approached his ear and whispered like his mother Sang who was persuading young children to join the industry: "Poor monk can personally accept you as a closed disciple. Every day from 9 to 5, there are weekends and welfare pensions. The monthly basic salary is 200,000 yen, and the sum of the subsidy for ceremonies and incense, it can be 1 million yen at the highest... ."

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