A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 188 Brother Xiu's Goods Are Too Pure

"alert!"

"This fog is eerie, where is Iwai Toru?!"

At the shrine's main gate, Commissioner Smith turned around and discovered that the young policeman beside him had vanished into thin air!
Not only that, but even in front of the torii gate behind them, a mist surged in from both sides: it seemed that it was this mist that swallowed the young policeman.

"How to do?"

"Is it some kind of supernatural phenomenon, or an attack?"

They all drew their guns, but none of the four agents dared to make a move: fire into the fog? It seemed pointless.

"Retreat back to the shrine!"

Caught between a fog and a fog, Commissioner Smith hesitated briefly before issuing his orders.

Now he only has two options: go down the mountain or retreat.

Compared to the village filled with dolls, the shrine behind him, teeming with worshippers, was much more acceptable to Commissioner Smith. Although places like 'religious sites' were more likely to have problems, he couldn't worry about that now in the face of the approaching fog.

"Hand in hand!"

The four agents, their wrists intertwined and almost huddled together, retreated towards the torii gate.

Wave,

As if passing through an invisible membrane, the four people's vision became clear.

? !
However, the shrine, which was just a moment ago bustling with people, is now completely empty.

The approach to the temple is covered in moss, the water fountain is dried up, the komainu (guardian dog) has only half a head left, and the main hall has collapsed with a hole in it!
The place was desolate and silent; even though it was daytime, it gave off a chilling sense of dread.

"This is."

"Don't panic, this phenomenon is normal in the mythology of island nations."

Commissioner Smith, trying to remain calm, released the wrists of the two agents he was holding and made a gesture.

"You go first."

"You, hold the rear."

However, he pointed to the side hall where they had spoken with the 'clergyman' earlier.

"Let's search over there."

As it turns out, Commissioner Smith was indeed quite capable.

When they pushed open the door to the side hall, they saw it scattered on the floor.
"journal?"

What era are we living in? What kind of good person still keeps a diary?
Picking up the paper from the ground, Commissioner Smith examined it closely and saw that it contained someone's sentiments written in delicate handwriting.

"A child's fate is like two sides of the same coin; what is a day of great joy for one person may be a completely different story for another."

"Is this the 'divine child' confiding in a close friend?"

Other agents also gathered around; they were all elites and naturally had no reading difficulties.

"Sir, look at this."

Another agent, while speaking, also picked up a page from the ground:
The chick was now bathed in brilliant sunlight, yet its shadow was also deep and dark.

"Deep, dark shadows attract bad things. I don't really want to talk about this on such a special day, but I'm really bothered by it. I sense an ominous aura about you; something's not right in either the sunlight or the shadows."

Below each of these diaries is a white rabbit emblem with flower petals:
As an agent, Smith recognized it at a glance as the White Rabbit Inaba.

In the mythology of the island nation, Ōkuninushi, the future leader of the 'Kunizu gods' and a descendant of Susanoo, and his eighty cruel brothers, proposed to the goddess Yagami-hime of Inaba Province; because of the exclusion by the eighty brothers, Ōkuninushi was left behind and bowed with his back turned.

The team was en route.

I encountered a badly injured and crying white rabbit.

The eighty brutal brothers, instead of showing any compassion, even teased the white rabbit, saying:

Don't cry. Go to the sea to wash yourself, then go to a high place to let the wind dry you, and you'll be cured.

The white rabbit did as instructed.

The result was predictable: it was like rubbing salt into a wound.

When the lord of the Great Kingdom, who had fallen behind, arrived, he encountered a white rabbit whose wounds were covered in sea salt, and said to it:
If you wash yourself in fresh water in a river, then pick some cattail pollen growing on the riverbank, roll yourself in the pollen, and you will return to normal.

The white rabbit did as instructed.

His injuries indeed healed.

To repay a debt of gratitude, the white rabbit made a prophecy to the god Ōkuninushi:

Even if you are treated like a servant, the goddess Yagami Hime will still choose you as her husband if your marriage proposal fails.

As expected, the goddess took a liking to the Great Lord.

Enraged, the eighty gods began to hunt down Ōkuninushi, killing and reviving him repeatedly. This only honed Ōkuninushi's skills, allowing him to escape to his ancestor Susanoo, where he abducted Susanoo's daughter and took the three sacred treasures with him. Only then did he secure his position as the leader of the Ōkuninushi clan.

This is the legend of the 'Inaba White Rabbit', also known as the Rabbit God: in the island nation, it represents marriage and love.

Looking around the side hall, one can see that there are many more decorations with wave patterns.

This further confirmed Smith's inner thoughts.

"Gentlemen, we're in big trouble."

After carefully inspecting the room, Commissioner Smith rubbed his temples, looking troubled.

"There really is a 'god' here!"

When there are no supernatural phenomena, they try every means to pursue them; but when they are actually in the midst of supernatural phenomena, the agents find it difficult to suppress their inner fear.

They were just ordinary people, and it would be a lie to say they weren't afraid when facing the island nation's 'gods'.

"Don't be too nervous,"

Commissioner Smith racked his brains, trying to analyze the situation.

“Since the ‘divine child’s’ room and diary are filled with the ‘Inaba White Rabbit’ emblem, it means that the ‘person’ she cares about is in a romantic relationship.”

It's probably the 'Hinako' mentioned in the letter.

"Find that girl, and then—"

Investigating the other person's romantic relationship might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

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Step, step, step,

In the mist, four armed agents descended the moss-covered steps one by one.

Having obtained the 'clue', they left the deserted shrine and gritted their teeth as they stepped into the mist.

Apart from the main shrine, all other areas of the shrine have been explored.

No new discoveries were made.

And the main hall?
The main hall of a Japanese shrine is the domain of the gods: no one is allowed to set foot there except for the deity himself!
They would only enter the main temple if they were tired of living.

Moreover, looking out from the collapsed opening,

The main hall was filled with all sorts of ancient artifacts, and just looking at them sent chills down your spine.

"There are no monsters in the mist?"

The group, who had been on guard the whole way, successfully made it down to the town.

"Perhaps we were too nervous; the fog was already—"

Before Commissioner Smith could finish speaking, a faint 'clucking' friction sound came from the mist.

? !
In the fog,
One by one, distorted figures approached stealthily.

As these figures approached within a few meters, several agents unleashed a string of perfectly enunciated Chinese curses.

"Fake!!"

"I knew the islanders were crazy!"

They were weathered and broken wooden puppets, emerging from the mist in inhuman, twisted forms, their arms outstretched towards the group: a seemingly welcoming gesture, but when paired with the kitchen knives and sickles in their hands, it was nothing but naked terror.

"shot!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The agents were all elites, and they remained calm and collected in the face of the situation, opening fire one after another: the gunshots were rhythmic, and all of them were aimed at vital organs such as the forehead and heart.

Amid the gunfire, the puppets were all shot off and fell to the ground.

Ok?
"Effective—" Before the words were finished, the doll that had been knocked down twisted its legs and braced itself on the ground. Then, with a creaking sound, its upper body stood up. The wounds on its forehead and chest healed completely in the black mist, as if mocking the futile efforts of the group.

"Shit, not again!"

Commissioner Smith cursed, saying that in the supernatural age, firearms were more of a comfort than a practical weapon.

"withdraw!"

If we can't beat them, we should run away.

"Heading towards the police station!"

Although I don't know why this 'world' has become so strange, judging from the situation at the shrine, perhaps the police station has something special about it. Even if not, at least they could replenish some firearms and ammunition.

However, as soon as they started running, the twisted puppets behind them also began to accelerate!
???

"Prepare for close combat!"

Seeing that the enemy was also accelerating, the agents became even more ruthless.

They were all handpicked by the Americans, proficient in all kinds of firearms and languages, capable of operating machinery and driving tanks, and even trained in hand-to-hand combat to deal with extreme situations.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

They launched an attack, and while the puppets were slightly slowed down, the four agents immediately moved forward.

Lean back and kick!

A standard Spartan kick can break an opponent's ribs or be fatal; it is a genuine combat technique.

Click, click, click.
One by one, the puppet monsters were kicked away by them.
Immediately, new puppets wielding kitchen knives and sickles rushed in.

Meanwhile, the puppets that had been kicked away got up again and continued to approach with twisted postures and trembling steps.

"Sir, this can't go on!"

"what--"

No matter how proficient one is in combat,
They were just 'mortals', without even 'qi' (vital energy).

Whether it's strength, reaction time, or physique, they are all just the limits of an ordinary person, and they are still bound to get injured in the chaos of battle.

One agent was too slow to retract his fist and was stabbed in the arm; another agent had a scythe deeply embedded in his thigh, making Smith's forehead veins throb.

Bang!
A high sweeping kick,

After kicking the mascot away, Commissioner Smith took the opportunity to scan the street.

"This way!"

"Walk through the alleys—"

This village, named 'Rongzhiqiu', is in the style of the 1980s. There are half-person-wide gaps between many detached houses: not everyone is willing to have their walls pressed together with others, so these alleys exist.

brush,

Commissioner Smith slipped into the alley and took the lead.

Two wounded agents followed closely behind; the last agent, still fighting, tried to catch up, but it was too late.

The surrounding dolls swarmed around him, grabbing his feet and hands, rendering him unable to move.

"Help me! Damn it—ah!"

The three of them dared not stop and quickened their pace.

After passing through the alley, the three arrived at another street: after running a few steps, they saw a shop ahead open its door and a figure waving at them.

"This way,"

"go!"

At this time,
There was no time to consider whether it was a trap: it couldn't be worse than being hacked to pieces by those puppets.

The three of them, like fish that slipped through the net, hurriedly ran in that direction. Commissioner Smith even took a moment to glance at the shop's sign.

Iwai Pharmacy
thud,

After the three entered the room, the door was immediately closed.

"How dare you run around in the streets?"

The figure closing the door complained.
"Now, those monsters are everywhere in the villages and towns, and everyone is hiding at home, afraid to go out."

"Chief Inspector Iwai?!"

Commissioner Smith's surprise interrupted the other person's words.

The other two wounded agents saw that...
Isn't this the young policeman who led the way for them?

Now, however, the police officer appears to be younger, and is even wearing a high school uniform from an island nation.

?

"What patrol chief?"

The young man in his high school uniform looked puzzled.

“My name is Osamu Iwai, and I am a high school student. Gentlemen from abroad, you have come at an inopportune time.”

"Now is not a good time for travel."

As he spoke, the boy raised his finger and made a shushing gesture.

Creak, creak, creak, creak
The eerie friction sound approached from afar, lingered at the doorway for a while, and then slowly faded away.

"As you can see, strange phenomena have occurred here."

"I wonder when the police will arrive?"

police?

Thinking of a possible Commissioner Smith, I tentatively inquired.

"Shouldn't it be the Supernatural Countermeasures Department?"

"What is that?"

"An organization from a tokusatsu drama?"

Faced with the young man's bewildered question, Commissioner Smith had a vague idea in his mind.

"Hiss, I need treatment."

"And I,"

The other two agents pressed on the wound near the heart, but this was only a temporary measure, as the blood continued to flow uncontrollably.

"Are you injured?"

Noticing the injuries of the two agents, Iwai Osamu, who claimed to be a 'high school student,' took out a medicine box.

"I have some special medicine here, if you don't mind."

You can use it first.

? ?
The two wounded agents were stunned.
Their injuries cannot be treated with medication alone; a tourniquet and stitches are the proper treatment.

"Give me,"

The agent, with a bleeding thigh wound, extends his bloodied palm.

Without emergency treatment, he would have been doomed with his injuries: no matter what kind of medicine it was, even if it was just a fake painkiller, it would at least have some comforting effect.

"Give,"

'High school student' Osamu Iwai poured out a red and white capsule, which the agent took and swallowed.

A feeling of heat spread from his throat, which made him relax.

Sure enough, it's some kind of painkiller?!
"My injury,"

Suddenly pulling up his trouser leg, he saw a wound with congealed blood.

???

"Your medicine."

The three agents were stunned. Smith even crouched down to check, almost licking his colleague's thigh to see if it was just his imagination.

"It's a family secret,"

The 'high school student' Osamu Iwai smiled shyly.
"You won't blame me for using certain prohibited substances under the Drug Administration Law, will you?"

(End of this chapter)