I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Sosuke Araki, dressed as a weirdo, carefully closed the door and entered the warehouse.

Several men with the same weird dresses and weird masks of different colors are gathering in the warehouse at this moment, and they are constantly kneeling towards the sky, murmuring vocabulary of unknown meaning.

But I didn't see the "Mr. Fujino" in a suit who took takeaway for the first time.

"Leo, who is knocking at the door?"

One of the men immediately asked Araki Sosuke.

Leo... is it calling me?

"It's a prank kid."

Araki Sosuke recalled that person's voice, and responded in a low and vague manner.

"Well, you opened the door to be lazy for so long. We have all arranged the sacrifices in the car, and come over to receive the cosmic energy together."

The men were shaking their bodies in full concentration, and worshiping above, they did not notice any strange sound of "Leo".

"Leo" did not join them and absorb "cosmic energy" together, but walked quickly towards the warehouse.

In the innermost part of the warehouse, in addition to a simple toilet, there are also several iron cages, which seem to be used to detain certain creatures.

"Probably here..."

Judging by the terrain in the previous alley, Araki Sosuke walked to the front of an iron cage against the wall.

The iron cage is empty.

"Leo, what's wrong with you? Tell you that the sacrifices have been loaded and transported away... You..."

Another man with a mask followed him in.

The big fist smashed the mask on his face and stopped his words.

Hearing the noise, several other masked men ran in immediately.

"What's wrong with you Leo, is it affected by negative cosmic energy?"

"Catch him quickly and use Dagama Star mental attack to treat..."

Several men said unclear words in their mouths, and rushed towards him, trying to hold his arm.

"It's you who needs treatment... It's only April's tail now, I think you owe a flat seat..."

Sosuke Araki immediately fought with several people.

Those weak men wearing masks and talking unclear words in their mouths were his opponents, but he was knocked to the ground within a few minutes.

"You...you are not a Leo..."

The last man who remained conscious, lying on the ground with his lower body, looked at the masked Sousuke Araki in horror.

"Say, where did those girls go?"

Araki Sosuke grabbed his neckline with one hand, lifted him up in the air, and asked anxiously.

"I see! You actually didn't come to look for those girls!"

The whole person was in the air, and the man said excitedly.

"what?"

"You are actually looking for your true self. It must be the great will of the galaxy that has led you to this place. You are destined to step into this warehouse...Come on, join us on the journey to explore the truth of the universe and find Your constellation has become a being closer to God than human beings..."

"Hayi?"

Araki Sosuke frowned and looked at the man who was talking more and more excited before him.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

With a "bang", Erqian Ryoma, wearing a casual plaid shirt and holding guns in both hands, opened the iron door that was not actually locked, rushed into the warehouse, and looked around vigilantly.

At the moment, his eyes are extremely clear and transparent, without desire and desire, full of righteousness.

"Zongsuke, where are you?"

Unfortunately, no one appreciates it.

"Oh, Ryoma, you're so slow... I'm inside, here and here."

Following the sound, Ryoma stepped on the bodies of a few masked men who had fainted on the ground before the second, and walked to the back of the warehouse.

Next to the simple toilet, Araki Sosuke was pressing a man's head, constantly pressing the other's head into the dirty toilet.

The weird mask on the man's face had long been missing, and he was choking on the turbid liquid in the dark toilet.

"Oh... please, don't let me drink toilet water anymore. The toilet water is full of negative energy, which will dissipate the cosmic energy that I have accumulated so hard..."

Araki Sosuke darkened his face and pressed the opponent's head into the toilet again.

"Toilet seat Sang, please tell me... people... words. If you don't tell me where the girls were sent, I will ask you to have poop."

"Tell you, Elysium will send us to the end of the universe, where there is too much negative energy... Pulululu... I said, I will tell you where they were sent, please stop immediately."

Unable to bear the torture, the man changed his tone of a normal person and begged for mercy.

He immediately took a pen and wrote down an address.

That is a pier.

"Minato? There have been many cases of missing persons in Tokyo recently. When the bodies of some victims were found on the high seas, all their organs were taken away... Could it be this ghost of the Galaxy Alliance?"

Before the second, Ryoma looked at the address given by the man and dialed the superior's phone with a heavy expression.

After a while, he walked back darkly.

"The bureaucrats said that this case was in charge of the search class. They have transferred the information to us and let us leave it alone."

"So what are you waiting for, waiting for some ‘search lesson’ to collect the bodies of the young and beautiful female high school students?"

Araki Sosuke stepped on his heavy locomotive and looked back at Erqian Ryoma who was still hesitant.

"After being a policeman for a long time, have you become less courageous?"

"It's not very compliant to intervene in other people's cases, and political career will... Forget it, I don't have that stuff, I just do it... just let him die."

Before the second, Ryoma struggled a bit, looking at Araki Sosuke's contemptuous gaze, he immediately made a decision.

As Ryoma stepped onto the back seat before the second, the motorcycle drove out of the warehouse with a loud roar.

...

In the late night of Tokyo Port, ships of all sizes are moored quietly.

A black van parked in the shallow water dock area dedicated to docking small yachts.

Three strong men, escorting several women with disheveled clothes, tied hands and feet, and mouths sealed, walked towards a yacht.

The man responsible for driving stayed at the entrance of the dock and looked around vigilantly.

"When the yacht drives away, it won't catch up. Let's pass it now."

Behind the container next to the pier, Sosuke Araki and Ryoma Masaru Nimae watched sneakily at the movement of the pier.

"Wait, look at the tattoo on that guy's wrist. It's from the Bliss Club... and that guy is still carrying a gun."

Ryoma reminded the sharp-eyed Erqian.

Through the lights of the commercial vehicle, you can vaguely see the windy man, the evil spirit with blue fangs tattooed on his wrist, and the hem of his clothes blowing in the wind with a bulging thing inserted.

"Elysium? It’s a bit familiar, but... so what? Nowadays, when there are many males and widows, and the ratio is extremely unbalanced, how many single teenagers will live alone with their hands because of their actions. What is this? Sin."

Before Ryoma responded, Araki Sosuke had already strode towards the opponent.

The man immediately noticed someone approaching and put his hands on his waist warily.

When he saw the mask and kimono on the face of the approaching person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Big Dipper...No, it's Leo? Why did you come here? Is there something missing?"

"Leo" did not speak, but kept his hands up to the sky, maintaining a posture of "absorbing the energy of the universe", and proceeded to approach him in stride confidently.

"Hmph, it must be some kind of magical cosmic energy suit."

The man snorted disdainfully, thinking that the other party was playing mystery again.

Although this off-line "Galactic Alliance Church" was supported by the Bliss Club and made a lot of "sacrifices" by relying on the other followers to cheat the followers, he still looked down on these religious lunatics in his heart.

At a distance of about five steps, the man found that something was wrong.

Leo guy, is he so tall, and the short golden hair exposed behind the mask...

"Stop, take off the mask and come back."

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