I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Tokyo, Taito Ward.

"They say you can't be knocked down twice by the same move... Uchimura Ryukyu, you screwed up on the same thing twice! Now the 'factories' on the sea and inland have been seized by the police, you said I supported Bliss Yes, what is the use other than letting the police keep an eye on me?"

In the gorgeously decorated office, Kazuo Amato, who once had a relationship with Sousuke Araki, was sitting at his desk holding a newspaper and reading it.

On the front page of the "Three-Group News" in his hand, titles such as "Japanese comedians have a high status: the helplessness behind Yuyuki Nozomi's choice."

"Boom".

It was as if someone had kneeled vigorously on the wooden floor.

"Minister Tianteng, this time is indeed an accident. Who knew that a powerful resentful spirit was born in the factory at the foot of the mountain!"

Uchimura Ryukyu's frightened voice suddenly sounded in the empty office except for Kazuo Amado.

Then the figure of him kneeling and kowtowing appeared.

Facing the calm questioning of the man in front of him, Uchimura Ryukyu was extremely terrified at the moment.

Kazuo Amado, as the head of the three-member group Wakatotsu and the head of the Tokyo branch, is a top-ranked core cadre in the entire three-member group.

What's even more frightening is that in addition to his status as the ultimate Taoist, he is also an official member of the "organization" who is qualified to personally participate in the sacrifice, and is a legendary god-favored person.

You must know that the adaptability of the "miraculous thing" to the human body is very poor, and the users who take it often have less than one-fifth chance of surviving, and the rest either directly explode and die, or become out-of-control monsters... …

Only those who have successfully taken the "miraculous thing" more than three times can be called the favored ones within the organization.

Of course, there is also a technique that can greatly increase the survival rate after taking it.

That is, only parts from the same kind of ghost are used.

However, for the "miracle objects" given randomly, such an opportunity is as difficult as collecting a full set of ghosts and dream cards.

"Resentful spirit? When encountering that kind of thing, if it is not for the ability to restrain it, there is really no way..."

Kazuo Amado flipped through the newspaper lightly and said calmly.

"You can understand my difficulties, I am really grateful!"

Hearing his words, Uchimura Ryukyu was almost moved to tears.

In his opinion, that weird puppet must have been produced by the gathering of a large number of resentful spirits of the "unloaded" dead in the "factory".

And the organization's understanding and handling of this type of supernatural creature is completely incomparable with those deep-rooted spirit removers.

As an envoy of God, facing that terrifying existence, he could only run away that day, swimming along the stream all the way to Lake Kawaguchi to survive.

After all, most of them were just ordinary people who didn't know what to do before they took the "miracle thing".

"But……"

Kazuo Amado's words changed, and Ryuuchi Uchimura became cold to Naoki.

"It doesn't matter even if those useless men of yours were killed by the wraiths, they left a living there... According to my informant, it was the man who woke up and called the police, which led to the location of the factory being exposed... ...This is a big case that shocked the whole of Japan. Do you know how many contacts I spent in the Metropolitan Police Department, so that your dead subordinates were treated as victims, so the Metropolitan Police Department just opened the case for investigation rather than issuing wanted arrests immediately order..."

"What, that kid is not dead? There must be something weird about him to survive from that weird puppet! Minister, that kid..."

Hearing Kazuo Amado's words, and thinking of Sosuke Araki's piercing tattoo, Ryukyu Uchimura gritted his teeth with hatred.

"That's enough. I don't care about your personal grievances with that spirit remover. If you make a mistake but blindly shift the responsibility to others, it's not the way of a chivalrous man..."

Kazuo Amado waved his hand and interrupted the other party.

He unscrewed a bottle of sake on the table, and poured a full glass for him under Uchimura Ryukyu's horrified eyes.

Then, a thing wrapped in a towel was thrown in front of Uchimura Ryukyu.

"I've always been very tolerant of talents... You know the rules in the group."

Uchimura Ryukyu seemed to have guessed something, frowning, looking at the ground tremblingly...

Wrapped in the white towel was a dagger.

Uchimura Ryuu spread the white towel on the floor without saying a word, grabbed the dagger, and stabbed it obliquely into the surface of the wooden floor.

Taking a deep breath, he tremblingly picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Then he pressed the palm of his left hand down on the towel, put his little finger under the blade, and narrowed his eyes slightly...

The short knife like a guillotine cut it down instantly.

"Uh ah ah ah..."

With the disgusting sound of cutting and Ryukyu Uchimura's muffled groans, blood splashed and half of the little finger rolled weakly onto the white towel, blooming a strange red flower.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Uchimura Ryuu, who was covered in cold sweat, picked up the blood-stained towel, wrapped his severed finger, and tremblingly handed it to Kazuo Amado in front of him.

His lowered eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

Kazuo Amado took the finger from Ryuu Uchimura without changing his expression, and put it into a glass jar with formalin on the side.

It is the tradition of Japanese gangsters to cut off their fingers and apologize. The severed fingers with sharp joints are like a strict hierarchical status, together with provocative tattoos and cold violence, they form the Japanese Yakuza order in the eyes of ordinary people.

In Japan, there are 32 missing fingers every day, but none of them is accidental; hospitals receive thousands of emergency cases of extremely severed fingers every year.

According to the survey, as many as 45% of Yakuza members have chopped off their fingers, and even 15% have cut their fingers at least twice.

Usually before the finger is severed, it is often soaked in ice water or injected with an anesthetic to reduce pain.

Those who directly cut off like Uchimura Ryukyu are those who have committed serious crimes.

Someone must be wondering where those severed fingers went.

For misdemeanors, or severed fingers just to show loyalty, some leaders will allow their subordinates to take them to the hospital to pick them up.

For those who have committed serious crimes, some gangs will let them swallow their severed fingers to express their remorse.

The Yamaguchi group is not so primitive. They have a special room for storing "pickled peppers and severed fingers" marked with their names.

From time to time, new entrants will be arranged to receive "warning education" in the past.

At the same time, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Come in."

A middle-aged Mediterranean man with a gloomy face walked in.

He doesn't have any aura about him, he looks more like an office worker in the workplace.

"Minister... Are you busy, then I'll come over later."

The middle-aged man looked at the blood stains in the room and said without changing his expression.

"No, just talking about the latter thing...Let me introduce to you, Zhongzhi Shuren, who is in charge of managing the National Essence Association, has received two miracles, the owner of the 'Power of Shiba Evil Ghost'...and this one ..."

"I know, Uchimura's president of the Bliss Club, but the person who has made a lot of noise recently..."

The Mediterranean man named Zhongzhi Shuren closed the door, looked at Ryuu Uchimura who was wrapping his wound with a towel and sweating profusely, and chuckled mockingly.

The two are both secretly supported by Minister Tian Teng, and they are in charge of the Bliss Society and the National Essence Society. He is naturally happy to see each other deflated.

"You bastard... do you want to die?"

Uchimura Ryuu, who was immersed in pain and pale, looked at the other party viciously.

Kazuo Amado closed the newspaper in his hand, threw two photos and a stack of documents on the table, and said seriously: "It's a big deal to call you here."