Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 187 The God of Healing
"Hello, this is Lesson 9. I have something to ask you, could you please help me check it out..."

After leaving the house, Xia Fan stood alone on the roadside, breathing the fresh air, and dialed the number of Lesson 9.

"Master Xia Fan, please wait a moment, I will help you check immediately."

A businesslike female voice was heard on the other end of the line.

"Agent Aiba, huh? Sorry to bother you..."

Since he had hardly seen any female agents in Lesson 9, Xia Fan immediately thought of this female agent who he had met several times and who liked to call him "Sir" with a strange title...

"It's not a bother. This is what I should do. Please don't hang up the phone yet. Just keep it like this..."

The other end of the phone fell silent, leaving only the clacking sound of the keyboard and Aiba Yui's slightly heavy breathing.

"Sorry for the wait, Master Xia Fan..."

"Based on the address and house information you provided, I asked the Information Group to check the Metropolitan Police Department's files for the past ten years, and there are no related cases."

"But I did a little research. I found a record of mass plague deaths in the internal records of the Tokyo Metropolitan Medical System..."

"According to the medical records, eight people who gathered in this house eight years ago were suspected to be infected with some kind of acute plague. They were discovered by neighbors and sent to the hospital by ambulance. However, these people died due to ineffective rescue and severe complications..."

After a while, Yui Aiba gave her "unofficial investigation results" in a serious manner.

"Acute plague? No, this matter is definitely not that simple. I can confirm that there are 'supernatural elements' involved. Please investigate further. By the way, the word 'Amabie' and a statue with a strange appearance may be related to this case."

"I understand. I am not authorized to handle cases involving 'supernatural elements', but I will record your request and pass it on to the relevant team for investigation."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After solemnly asking Aiba Yui to convey his opinions to Lesson 9, Xia Fan hung up the phone with disappointment.

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"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

Just when Xia Fan ended this unpleasant "house-viewing trip", Shibata Makoto was just awakened from his hangover and weakness by the dense whispers in his ears.

"It's so noisy..."

After opening his eyes with difficulty, Shibata Makoto found himself wearing a white robe and lying in a shabby tatami room.

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

Beside him, there sat a group of young women also dressed in white robes, with their hands clasped together and their eyes closed, chanting meaningless words.

"Who are you...where am I..."

He sat up with some difficulty and found that in addition to the group of young and beautiful women around him, there were some older men and women in the distance, wearing the same white robes, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed and praying for something.

"You finally woke up. It's worth it for these sisters to pray for you all night and drive away the evil disease."

A sexy mature woman walked out from the crowd and handed him a bottle of water and a piece of toast.

"It was you...you brought me here from the bar?"

"Wait, a terrible disease... I remember... I vomited a lot of blood..."

Seeing the familiar face of the woman, Makoto Shibata's experiences in the bar and the bathroom last night gradually came back to his memory.

"Yes, the sins in your body turned into a terrible disease. It was Master Amabie who guided me to meet you and saved you..."

The woman nodded with a cold expression.

"Amabie? Who?"

The hunger in his stomach forced Shibata Makoto to eat white toast in big mouthfuls and ask incoherently.

"Lord Amabie is the god of healing." "In this "Healing House", as long as you truly believe in Lord Amabie, all stubborn and serious diseases can be cured."

The woman turned around, knelt down respectfully, and humbly placed her head on the tatami floor.

The other people in the room also followed her actions and knelt down and kowtowed.

"Amabie? The god of healing?"

Looking in the direction where these people were prostrating, Shibata Makoto saw a strange wooden statue as tall as a person...

The upper body is that of a long-haired woman covered in fish scales, while the lower body is three thin legs with webbed feet and a conspicuous bird beak in the mouth.

"Do gods really exist in this world?"

Like ordinary young people of the new age, Makoto Shibata does not believe in ghosts and gods.

But the blood that he vomited like it was free, the severe abdominal pain, and the experience of being "healed" instantly after being kissed by the woman made him dare not deny it easily.

"Since he's awake, sisters, let's get started."

"You, what are you going to do..."

Having said this, the woman turned around, smiled, pushed Shibata Makoto to the ground, and crawled on top of his body.

"Of course, I will hold a formal 'purification' ceremony for you in front of Lord Amabie."

"After purification, your disease will be completely cured, and you will officially become a member of the "Healing House", which means you will be our family forever..."

When the white robe was taken off, what appeared in Shibata Makoto's eyes was the undulating mountains and the dazzling scenery of a dot of red in the vast snow.

"Wait, you...I..."

Shibata Makoto subconsciously wanted to step back, but he found that the young women around him also took off their white robes without saying a word, revealing themselves naked.

"What a handsome and charming face, there must be many girls who like it..."

"If you can bring more 'family' to your 'home', perhaps you will have a chance to gain the recognition of Lord Amabie and become a divine messenger who borrows divine power like me."

The woman stroked his three-dimensional facial contours and smiled foolishly.

"I... borrow the power of God? God's messenger?"

Thinking of the miraculous scene where the other person stopped his bleeding in the toilet, Shibata Makoto couldn't help but be moved.

"That will happen later... Before that, I have to perform a 'purification' ceremony for you."

What he didn't notice was that the woman had squatted down during the conversation.

"So, sisters, let's get started..."

Licking her plump lips, she lowered her head greedily.

"No... there... I will..."

An expression of panic mixed with excitement appeared on Shibata Makoto's weak face.

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

He had no time to struggle free, as the women's chanting completely overwhelmed him.

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

Devout recitation, mixed with joyful laughter, once again echoed in the room.

The wooden statue stood motionless in the center of the venue, quietly gazing at the raging sea of ​​​​soft jade.

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(End of this chapter)