Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

These past two days, he's been finding the gangsters to get the save point card before coming over, just to avoid being blocked at the door.

Hearing the commotion coming from the doorway, Nobita used a save point and disappeared from the spot.

“We know nothing about any investigation team; we are only loyal to our employer.”

"Get out of the way! Your actions are already a violation of Japanese law!"

"I am willing to take responsibility for this."

"you--"

"Shut up!" A tall woman with neat, short hair shouted, silencing the two opposing groups and causing them to turn to look at her.

“I am Gen Himeko, the leader of the 7th Investigation Team of the Extraordinary Measures Department. Thirty seconds ago, when I got out of the car, I saw ‘Demon Mist’ in the second-floor bedroom through the window. Your employer is likely dead now, and we need to go in to collect firsthand data. Don’t force us to report to the authorities to put pressure on your company. Now, you can try to contact your employer. If he responds, we will leave immediately.”

The two bodyguards at the door exchanged a glance.

Shimizu Takashi did not agree to bring a walkie-talkie, so they did not know what was happening inside.

We could only use the most primitive method of knocking on the door.

After knocking three times without any response, they knew something was wrong. With a sigh of resignation, they opened the door and said, "Please."

Genjiro led the way inside.

"Prepare to protect the scene. Work in pairs and check all the rooms. Akari, Tokuhiko, come with me to the second floor."

"Yes!"

As soon as they went up to the second floor, a strong stench of decay wafted in through the open bedroom door.

This smell is usually only found on a corpse that has been dead for a long time.

The group of people quickened their pace to the door, but their pupils dilated in fright, and they stopped abruptly.

All that could be seen was a highly decomposed, mangled corpse, now a giant, yet it was still moving.

Shimizu Takashi seemed to hear them going upstairs, and with difficulty, he stretched out his hand with his swollen body.

"Help!"

"Watch out!" Genji was the first to notice something was wrong. She quickly grabbed her two subordinates and lunged towards the stairs. The three of them tumbled down the stairs.

Plop!

Just as they rolled down, a nauseating odor filled the room, enough to make one vomit bile from just a whiff.

Like a biological bomb, the odor spread throughout the entire villa in an instant after the explosion.

"vomit--"

"What the hell is this—ugh!"

The investigators fled in disarray.

Even the two bodyguards at the door rushed to the roadside to vomit.

They asked themselves what kind of dangers they hadn't faced, from the slums of the Philippines to the cremation sites in the Ganges, and they had never smelled such a disgusting odor.

Just smelling it makes me feel like this money was earned in a sour and stinky way.

"Where is the team leader?"

"Where's Team Leader Yuan?!"

She told us to come out first.

"She can actually stay here!"

"It will be marinated."

"As expected of the team leader."

Genji put on her protective gear, carefully avoiding the debris, and climbed back up the stairs to the bedroom door.

The stench here is far stronger than in other places.

But she only frowned, and even walked up to the unformed skeleton, picked up a piece of tissue to examine it.

Some parts were fresh, while others were rotten.

The seventh investigation team she led was originally there to investigate the incident involving the ghost flower in Yamagata Prefecture. A student expedition team had escaped from a place near the disaster site and was taken to a hospital in Sendai City, so she brought the investigation team to conduct inquiries.

They soon learned from them that before the incident, a young man who looked very young but had a disheveled appearance had asked for directions.

Genji immediately identified the person as Nobi Tomoyoshi.

But what's strange is why the other party left Tokyo and appeared here with the clear purpose of finding out the whereabouts of a cave.

Furthermore, after investigation, it was determined that the collapsed cave was the core area where the Other Shore Demon Flower began to spread, indicating that Nobita was inextricably linked to this matter. So, was he the one who caused all of this?

Based on the other party's behavior and personality profile in Tokyo, he is unlikely to be the one who intentionally caused this disaster. Therefore, it is more likely that it was an accident or an attempt to stop it that failed, like the Centipede Train incident.

The question then becomes: how did Nobi Tomohiro know in advance that there was a spider lily flower there?

Just as they were pondering this, someone brought news that Shimizu Takashi had inexplicably donated a large sum of money to the families of the disaster victims.

Genji quickly noticed many things were amiss and realized that this donation was not simple.

Considering Nobita's presence at the scene and his personality profile, the answer becomes obvious.

The incident involving the demon flower on the other side of the river must be related to him. It is because of this that he felt guilty and decided to threaten a villain to force him to donate to the suffering people.

But in the end, they were still a step too late.

No, it's not that we're late; at least we've gained something.

Was the black-robed demonic mist that just appeared in front of the window real? Why did it appear and kill Shimizu Takashi?

Just to disgust Nobita?

Nobi probably only threatened this person to do things, and may not really take him seriously.

Or is it that the person who forced Shimizu Takashi to donate money was actually the Black-Robed Demon Mist, not Nobita?

She carefully examined the bedroom, but found nothing of value.

As she walked out of the villa, everyone couldn't help but step back, keeping a distance of ten steps from her.

“Mingli, help me ‘requisition’ a bathroom.”

"Ah, what excuse?"

“If they don’t lend it to you, just stay in the management office. They will lend it to you. If they still refuse, call me over.”

"Yes, team leader."

Thank you to "Nya's Bride" for the donation.

Chapter 149: The Birth of the Demon Blade

Oshima Umeta has been acting very strangely these past few days.

During class, he stares intently at the podium, seemingly fixated on something. But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that his pupils are completely unfocused, and he doesn't react even when someone walks right in front of him.

The teacher should at least try to manage such blatant daydreaming, but he was daydreaming too much, as if he were looking at his great-grandmother.

This gave the teacher a chill down her spine, and she wanted to seek help from an expert, so she couldn't help but call the other party's family to inquire about the situation.

He only learned upon asking that Oshima's mother was hospitalized and in serious condition. He was speechless and had to coax her, suggesting that she rest for a few days before returning to school.

"So, Oshima, Oshima? Are you listening?"

"Ah, oh, teacher, please tell me."

In the teachers' office, the class teacher saw Oshima's dazed look and sighed helplessly. It turned out that all his words had been wasted.

However, seeing his mother so distraught and dejected because of her serious illness, he was truly a filial son who moved people to tears. He couldn't help but think of his own mother, and his eyes reddened slightly.

What can I do? Forgive him.

"In short, your teacher thinks you should rest well these few days. Don't worry too much about your studies. I will organize a study group in the middle of the month and will arrange for you to study with my grandson's classmate. If you work hard with him, you will catch up soon."

".good."

"Then take three days off to rest and adjust. You can come back to class on the 14th. If it needs to be extended, just have your father tell me."

"it is good"

Oshima spent his three-day vacation in a daze, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

My mind is filled with images of myself killing people uncontrollably in the game these past few days.

Again and again, the crashing waves washed over his mind.

Once the game ended, the bloodshed, pleas for mercy, severed limbs, despair, and hateful gazes seemed to collapse, the world tremble, and all sorts of emotions turned into a vast ocean, engulfing everything.

The only time he escapes this state is when he's in the game every day, holding a knife but not killing anyone.

The demon sword will enhance his adaptability, while his autonomous rationality will prevail, allowing him to avoid most emotions and focus on problem-solving.

But at the same time, it forced him to kill more people, plunging him into an even deeper abyss in reality.

This is an endless loop.

The only way is for him to get through it in reality.

Make yourself understand that those are just game characters, and no matter how realistic they are, they are still fake. Killing game characters is not a crime, and there is no need to feel guilty.

Besides, this wasn't his intention; he was being manipulated by the demon sword, which might be part of the game mechanics!

"Hey, be careful."

He had just turned around to leave the office when he almost bumped into a teacher.

"Sorry, teacher."

The teacher didn't say anything, but led a very pretty and gentle student behind her to his seat: "Muramasa-kun, this is the document; you need to sign some more."

Oshima was about to leave the office quietly, but the name Muramasa triggered his PTSD. He twitched as if he had been electrocuted and then straightened up.

His teacher was so startled that he almost jumped up as well, as if he saw his bonus turning into a shower of cold snowflakes falling from the sky. He quickly rushed to support him.

"Oshima, what's wrong? Are you alright?!"

"It's okay, I'm fine! Thank you, teacher."

Oshima glanced at the girl surnamed Muramasa, and she looked back at him.

He quickly took a few deep breaths, forced an awkward smile, and hurriedly left.

He wouldn't go so far as to assume that a fellow student with the surname Muramasa has any connection to the characters or events in the game just because he heard that the person is from the same school.

Although there is indeed a deep connection.

"What a strange student. Hmm, that's good. By the way, I heard you took PE class with us?"

"Yes, I really enjoy exercising with everyone."

"Okay, take care of yourself, don't push yourself, and tell the PE teacher if you have any problems."

"Ok."

Muramasa Taki walked out of the office, glanced in the direction where Oshima had disappeared, and looked thoughtful.

The other person suddenly became excited after hearing his surname.

Is it

Keeping her suspicions to herself, Taki returned to Class 3, Grade 1 without changing her expression. It was just after school, and quite a few students were still in the classroom, slowly packing up their things and chatting about trivial matters around the seat of the core member of their social circle.

"Muramasa-san, are you a member of any clubs?"

"May I call you Takii?"

When someone saw her return, they smiled and gathered around her; she seemed to be quite popular among the girls.

Perhaps it's because she speaks pleasantly and gives the impression that she values ​​those she's communicating with.

The boys who tried to strike up a conversation were squeezed out and scratched their faces in frustration.

However, today is a day of great peace, and she and Riyan have agreed that they would go to Honmyoji Temple to have their blood drawn every other day of a day of great peace.

"I've only joined the literary society for now."

"Sure, I'll call you Saya too."