Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 338: Ghost Catching People

Time goes back half an hour.

Fushimi Shika smashed all the chairs in the room, transmitted Morse code to the participants on the other side, then climbed onto the wooden table and tore off the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness.

He held two chair legs in his mouth, jumped up, and according to his memory, stretched out his right hand, inserted one hand into the hole for hanging the chandelier, and hung his body in the air with one finger.

The radio was announcing the matching results, but Fushimi Shika didn't care. He had already unlocked the hood and his life was not in danger for the time being.

At the very beginning, he figured out the identities of everyone through the entries above the participants' heads.

Among them, Miss Rabbit's bad habit is "blind faith". He guessed about 70% and estimated that this guy was a follower of Aum Shinrikyo, disguising himself as Minamoto Tamako just to disgust him and make a life or death decision in the end.

Fushimi Shika could even guess that Gen Tamako might be in another room, and there was also a male believer playing him... It seems that the designer likes to poke fun at people's soft spots!

He did pull-ups with one arm, his body slightly bent, and rubbed the ceiling with his right hand. He found the gap in the wall and pushed upwards gently. With a click, the trigger lock opened.

Fushimi Shika opened the iron plate and it was pitch black inside.

When he was picking the lock, he noticed that there were buckles on the chandelier, which was probably an emergency maintenance channel for repairing the chandelier and the camera. In those days, radio technology was not so advanced and surveillance was basically wired. If the distance was far, it was necessary to lay out cables and leave a maintenance channel.

Water pipes or electrical circuits can be buried in cement, but monitoring lines are different. The latter have a high failure rate and require regular maintenance.

But just in case, Fushimi Shika did not poke his head out rashly. He took out the wooden stick in his mouth, inserted it into the hole in the ceiling, shook it left and right a few times, and made sure there were no traps before he carefully poked his head out.

He had often seen similar scenes in horror movies, where a cannon fodder character would be killed when he drilled through a pipe or climbed onto the ceiling, with the moment he stuck his head out, either having his head chopped off or having his neck stuck so that he couldn't move... Based on his perception of this trial, this kind of thing was very likely to happen.

Fortunately, there was nothing unusual on the top. He looked around and the automatic sensor light came on. Inside was a stainless steel pipe, which was quite cramped and could only accommodate an adult crawling on all fours.

Fushimi Shika supported himself on the edge of the passage with his hands and crawled in. He was determined to take a risk.

At the same time, the broadcast ended, the door in the wall slowly opened, and the contestant in another room received his secret signal and successfully survived.

He knew that the survivor was most likely Gen Yuzi, but he had no intention of recognizing her.

Fushimi Shika thought clearly that only by treating Minamoto Tamako as dead could he rescue her. Otherwise, the other party would always hold his weakness and he would be controlled by others, and in the end, they would both die for love.

Instead of bothering to protect Yuan Yuzi, it would be better to kill all the organizers.

This is his plan.

After Fushimi Shika crawled into the pipe, the baffle buckle closed automatically. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and blocked it with a wooden stick, leaving a gap, and then crawled deeper into the pipe.

Every time he climbed a certain distance, an automatic sensor light would light up. He looked back, and the sensor light behind him went out. He could not see the way he came. He looked up and forward, but it was still pitch black and he had no idea where it led to.

Fushimi Kazuka estimated that in 1991, the mainstream camera surveillance lines in Japan were coaxial cables, with a transmission distance of 50-100 meters in general. It could be extended to about 200 meters with the help of amplifiers, but the image quality was difficult to guarantee... In other words, he would be able to find the exit in about a hundred meters.

After determining the target, he held a wooden stick to explore the way, alternating his elbows in front of his chest and coordinating with his legs to crawl quickly in the pipe.

Ten minutes later, Fushimi saw the fluorescent indicator light, with a green arrow pointing down the pipe. He crawled closer, and with the help of the sensor light, he found the buckle, and with a slight pull, the downward iron door opened.

He lay in the pipe and looked down. There was a relay station underneath. The cabinets were full of cables. The repeater had a flashing red indicator light. Several staff members stood beside the controller, operating it in a panic. The master in a white robe stood behind them, urging them:
"What's going on? Why is there no signal all of a sudden?"

"Everyone is waiting outside!"

"And room 9, where is the participant?"

The staff complained bitterly. They were not engineering students and did not understand electronic products at all. They could only follow the maintenance manual. As a result, the machine did not respond at all. And they could not contact the designer at this time...

Seven designers have collectively lost contact.

The master was still urging them from behind, saying that if they couldn't handle it, he would send them to the labor area to move bricks. They were all in a state of panic and looked at each other. One of the workers took a deep breath, turned around and tried to explain the situation, but was surprised to see a man hanging upside down behind the master.

The other person's legs were hooked on the maintenance passage in the ceiling, and his hands were slowly reaching towards the master's head.

"What are you daydreaming about?! Fix it now! Find someone to help you fix it! Participant No. 9 is the dark horse of the night. Do you know how much money the church will lose if we delay for one minute?!"

The master's saliva was flying, his skin was flushed, and the smooth and greasy fat on his face was shaking. It was obvious that he was very angry.

But the staff member in front of him seemed like an idiot and dared to raise his hand and point at his nose. He was about to scold him when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Uh?"

The master turned around and came face to face with the upside-down Fushimi deer.

"I heard you were looking for me?" Fushimi Shika grasped the wooden stick with his backhand and put his other hand around his master's shoulders.

"Someone come quickly——"

The master's voice suddenly stopped. The staff standing behind him could see a chair leg piercing through his neck, and blood spurted out, soaking everyone's faces.

Fushimi Shika loosened his legs, flipped half a circle in the air, and landed steadily.

He pulled out the chair leg and asked the staff where the exit was. Everyone shook their heads. They were also kidnapped and became low-level laborers after training. They also didn't know how to leave this hellhole.

Fushimi Shika simply changed his approach and asked where the leader and masters lived.

"On the top floor, near the core area on the right side of the sacred tree, there's a sign saying 'The Navel of the World'..."

The first staff member who turned around explained, he hesitated for a moment, and then reminded: "There are many believers on duty there, and there are also garrisons standing guard. Going there is seeking death."

His companion pulled him aside and whispered to him not to talk nonsense, saying that the gods were watching them. Even if they ran to the ends of the earth, the omniscient gods would be able to find them...

Seeing this, Fushimi Shika walked forward, shook off the blood stains on the chair legs, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Matsusaka Shinta..."

"Want to leave here?"

The man looked young, probably in his early twenties. He looked back at his companions, and the other staff members shook their heads at him, signaling him not to be impulsive.

He swallowed and whispered, "I want to."

"Let's go," Fushimi Lu grabbed him and said, "Lead the way."

Matsusaka Shinta staggered a step, his legs shaking with nervousness, and he said subconsciously: "If I get caught, I'll be dead..."

"Lead the way." Fushimi Shika was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"W-where?"

"Didn't you just say that? What's the belly button of the world?"

"It's the Navel of the World... Didn't I tell you just now? Going there is just seeking death!"

"If you don't go, I'll stab you to death." Fushimi Shika held his shoulders.

Hearing this, Shinta Matsusaka subconsciously glanced at the corpse on the ground. The master was lying on his back with the fear of death frozen on his face, looking extremely terrifying.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have responded...

Shinta Matsusaka was extremely regretful. He turned around and looked at his companions. The other staff members all took a step back and cut off from him at the speed of light. He was glad that he did not say anything to them. This was the result of not listening to advice.

Fushimi Shika didn't have time to accompany him in his sorrows, so she pressed his shoulder, pushed the door open and left.

Shinta Matsusaka took him through the corridor and met other staff members. He nodded and greeted them with a fake smile, fearing that he would anger the God of Death behind him and stab him in the back with a chair leg out of displeasure... I don't know what this guy ate to have such great strength in his hands.

The backstage studio was in chaos, all the staff were hurrying around, no one paid any attention to them.

Fushimi Shika sensed something was wrong. Just now in the relay room, the master was yelling that there was no signal... Something seemed to have gone wrong inside Aum Shinrikyo.

He whispered to Matsusaka Shinta, and learned from him the hierarchy of the "New World", the rules of the trial of the Seven Sins Temple, and that he and Minamoto Tamako were the betting objects for participating in the trial. Finally, they talked about the current accident...

"The monitoring signal of the Seven Sins Temple was suddenly interrupted," Matsusaka Shinta quickened his pace and explained as he walked, "All emergency measures have failed. Now, whether it is a first-level participant or a twelfth-level participant, they are facing the same life-threatening danger in the trial field... In addition, some participants have escaped from the trial field."

Having said that, he couldn't help but secretly glance at Fushimi Shika.

The latter did not comment and said that he would continue on his way and nothing else mattered.

Passing by the overlooking window, Fushimi Shika glanced at the electronic screen on the square. The gambling dens below were in chaos. The participants in suits and ties were no longer elegant. They wore masks and tried to contact their private security guards with communication equipment. "We're here."

Matsusaka Shinta used his employee card to open the door. At the end of the corridor was an elevator. He claimed that the elevator could take him directly to the top floor. When he reached the visiting area, turning right was the Navel of the World...

Before he could finish his words, Shinta Matsusaka realized that the elevator was not responding. He stood in the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, but the elevator indicator light did not light up.

"But, it might be an emergency. The church has blocked the top floor..."

He felt inexplicably relieved. As long as he didn't have to go up and die, everything would be fine.

Fushimi Shika frowned, reached out and pressed the floor button, and the elevator indicator light immediately lit up: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, no... I really don't know what's going on..." Shinta Matsusaka shook his head like a rattle.

Damn it, why are there so many weird things happening today?!
Seeing the elevator door slowly closing, he hoped for the best and pleaded in a low voice: "Well... I don't have to go, right?"

"You can leave if you want," Fushimi Shika said indifferently, "but I remind you that this may be your only chance to leave."

Shinta Matsusaka looked struggling and hesitant. He suspected that the man next to him might have other cards up his sleeve and might be able to take him out. But he was afraid of the punishment from Aum Shinrikyo. What if this guy was a reckless man? Wouldn't he be buried with him?

While he was hesitating, fate passed by, the elevator door closed, and time helped him make the choice.

The floor shook slightly, the elevator slowly rose, the floor numbers kept flashing, Matsusaka Shinta's palms were sweating, his legs were shaking with nervousness, and his master's punishment methods kept popping up in his mind: skinning, castration, electric shock, toe cutting, tongue cutting...

Suddenly, a familiar broadcast voice came from above his head, and Shinta Matsusaka was startled.

"The trial rules are being drawn, please be patient..."

The elevator suddenly stopped, stuck on a floor, and the numbers on the screen suddenly went out. He was stunned for a second, reached out and pressed the emergency bell button, but there was no response.

"Extraction successful!"

"This round of trials is..."

"hide and seek."

"The rules are as follows: one participant plays the role of the "ghost", and the remaining 158 participants play the role of the "human". The "ghost" wins if it accumulates enough points, and the "human" wins if it survives within the specified time."

The broadcast paused for a moment, and under Shinta Matsusaka's astonished gaze, the walls on both sides of the elevator suddenly flipped outward, and a row of shelves extended out. The left side was hung with cold weapons such as knives, hammers, swords, axes, etc., while the right side was hung with hot weapons such as submachine guns, grenades, and stun bombs. The background board was an electronic screen.

In the center hung an exquisite hound mask, with smooth black and white fur. Fushimi Shika reached out to take it off and checked it. There was no electronic equipment inside, just an ordinary leather case.

"What...what is this for?"

Matsusaka Shinta had a bad feeling: "The trial...isn't it held in the trial area? Why is there a trial announcement in the elevator..."

Before he could figure out what was going on, the radio started again:
“The time limit is two hours, and the venue area is not limited.”

"The trial...begins."

……

The moment the electronic sound fell, the screen suddenly lit up, prompting "Identity Extraction". After a burst of exaggerated slot machine ticking sound effects, a line of black words appeared:
"Participant: Fushimi Kaka is a 'ghost'"

"Please obtain enough points within two hours"

"Current score: 0"

"If you don't have enough points, you will be eliminated"

"Wish you a happy game"

……

Fushimi Shika felt that it was the work of Aum Shinrikyo, and they were probably planning to play the game of 'I thought I had escaped from the trial field, but in fact I'm still there'. This kind of ghost wall game design is very common in film and television dramas.

Matsusaka Shinta was terrified, and kept muttering, "It's over, I'm dead, what should I do, I'm still a virgin"...

Fushimi Shika ignored him, put on a mask, selected two swords, a folding submachine gun, two grenades and two stun grenades, and did not bring a rifle or anything like that, just wanting to travel light.

Since Aum Shinrikyo wanted to play, he didn't mind playing with them.

The elevator shook, then rose again, and numbers on the screen lit up.

Shinta Matsusaka's forehead was covered with sweat. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. A picture appeared in his mind: after the elevator door opened, a group of soldiers who had been waiting for a long time would shoot them into sieves with guns - this was the most merciful way to die he could imagine.

"Namo the Venerable Master Vajra Seat..."

"Only the heretics are left to turn into white bones..."

He knelt on the ground, muttering to himself.

……

at the same time.

Inside the Temple of the Seven Sins.

A burst of exclamations was heard, and the speakers next to the small TV made an electric sound. Morimu Yalan looked up along with the other participants.

The TV screen that had been turned off lit up again, and the four giant screens standing in the center also showed pictures. The surveillance cameras captured the faces of the core members of the cult from different angles. They lived in the core area called the Navel of the World. The interior decoration was luxurious. Everyone had a look of shock on their faces and stopped what they were doing.

The trial rules were announced on the radio, and announced to all participants of the Seven Sins Temple:

“The time limit is two hours, and the venue area is not limited.”

"The trial...begins."

Celebrities and politicians from all walks of life stared blankly at the TV in front of them. The core members of the cult who once received them also became participants in the trial.

On the screen, their ugly behavior was exposed - some were counting the stolen money, some were torturing believers to vent their animal desires, and there was a group of people gathering in a large room for sexual activity... Asahara Shoko was among them. He yelled in the visiting hall and called a group of armed believers, asking them to gather the backbone members and purge the traitors!

After four or five seconds, the surveillance camera turned and aimed at an elevator door at the same time.

Someone is taking the elevator upstairs.

Asahara Shoko was certain that the person who could take the elevator was a "ghost", so he asked seven believers to guard the elevator door with rifles and open fire on anyone they saw. At the same time, in order to avoid becoming a target for the machine gun in the lobby, he quickly left the visiting area and went to the auditorium to gather his subordinates.

The resident members of the World Navel include 1 leader, 13 core senior members, 12 main backbones, and 128 diehard believers, half of whom are men and half are women, who are responsible for service, guarding, and daily cleaning.

Asahara Shoko walked into the auditorium. A dozen key members had already gathered there, in addition to armed believers with real guns and live ammunition. He immediately felt confident and sat at the long table with a sullen face, ready to call the designer to hold him accountable.

Before he could dial, he heard the radio again:
"The ghost begins to move."

……

Senmu Yalan stared at the TV screen. In the black and white picture, the clanging sound of the elevator door gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"What a shame," Ah Qi said beside her, "someone got the spot before you."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a ding and the elevator door slowly opened. Seven believers pulled the trigger at the same time and fired bullets at the elevator.

The crackling sound was like dense firecrackers, going off continuously.

After one minute of continuous firing, the elevator was filled with smoke. Everyone looked carefully and found that there was no one in the elevator car and the walls were full of bullet holes.

One of the believers walked forward and looked into the elevator.

The next second, there was a flash of knife and a head flew away.

On countless small TV screens, a figure appeared at the same time, so fast that the images were distorted. The remaining six believers tried to open fire, but before they could pull the trigger, six muffled sounds merged into one, the knife light flashed again, and heads fell one after another like rolling gourds.

On the screen, a man wearing a dog-head mask swung his sword with blood, six blood pillars shot up into the sky behind him, and headless corpses fell to the ground.

Everyone held their breath, and the Temple of Seven Sins fell into complete silence.

(End of this chapter)