Chapter 743 The Narrow Gate (14)
Okuji Kenjiro, a high-ranking member of the Hope Sect, the former [Nineteenth Saint], is now living a very bad life.
Outside a house in an urban area around Tokyo, a dilapidated van parked in front of the door. The sound of a TV came from the living room. Beer cans were scattered everywhere on the ground, and on the coffee table The ashtray was almost full of cigarette butts. Okubo sat in front of the TV, holding a can of beer in his hand, looking at his profile picture on the TV with red eyes, very excited.
"Sure enough, I am wanted!" Okubo sneered, took a sip of beer, and then murmured to himself: "That guy obviously committed suicide..."
Being A businessman cannot grow big without a keen sense of smell, so when he smells After smelling danger, he decisively abandoned his property and drove to the surrounding residential areas to hide. Even his subordinates did not know his location. Of course he had people he could trust, but he could not guarantee that the Hope Church would not What special methods will be used to make those people betray themselves?
So he could only escape alone without informing anyone.
He had prepared many places like this for those who wanted to get out of trouble to hide, but he didn't expect that he would use them now.
"Hey! You obviously committed suicide, right? Why do you blame me?" Okubo turned around and shouted towards the sofa, drunk.
On the sofa, a samurai sword wrapped in newspapers was lying there quietly. Ever since it spoke to him that time, it had become inoperable and inoperable. Only when it encounters the stimulation of something, the undead living inside will make a vague sound.
“Ugh~boring.” Okubo said disdainfully. It was only because he was a little drunk that he dared to speak like this.
But he couldn't even sleep peacefully without getting drunk.
After all... the evil spirit lying behind him was becoming clearer and clearer now. Even if he wasn't looking in the mirror, he could still see the bloody white coat in a daze.
Although he is not a professional, this means that he is about to be killed, right?
He has been living here decadently for a long time. He usually wears a wig, a mask, and glasses. Even if he goes out to buy cigarettes and alcohol in the supermarket, no one will notice him, and in the house There are also supplies prepared, enough for him to eat and drink for a long time.
Every day when he has nothing to do, he can only watch TV, read newspapers, and cannot communicate with others. There is nothing else to do.
But he doesn't want to live such a leisurely life! He still has a lot of properties waiting for him to take care of, and a lot of business waiting for him to negotiate!
哐~
The flattened empty beer can hit the TV that was playing an advertisement. Okubo held his head and growled: "What should I do!"
He could neither hold back this maddening peaceful life nor hold back from screaming, so he could only shout out suppressedly, not daring to be too loud.
If he returns to the Hope Cult, he will definitely be killed. This is a no-brainer. As a saint who is not a fanatic, he knows very well how those people do things. Some of them Just crazy.
And to seek refuge with the Soul Exterminators... He has already become a wanted criminal for killing Fu Muyin. The people there will definitely not believe his words. Even designating him as a wanted criminal may be promoted by the Soul Exterminators using their own connections. Yes, now he has become the common enemy of both sides.
Moreover... Fu Muyin, the dead ghost hiding in the knife, once reminded him that the Alliance of Soul Exterminators was not trustworthy, so he would not dare to go find it.
The current situation is that he dare not find anyone, but he must find a spiritual master to help him remove the abnormality on his body, otherwise he will die sooner or later.
The countdown to life seems to be constantly changing in front of his eyes. As soon as the time is up, no matter how hard he struggles, he will be taken away by death, which makes him almost crazy.
“Damn it, what should I do!” Okubo grabbed his head. He picked up the remote control impatiently and kept changing channels, trying to find a satisfactory TV program to satisfy himself. Look in, numb yourself, and temporarily forget your troubles.
"Damn it! Damn it! Isn't there anything good to watch?" Okubo cursed uneasily: "These are some crappy programs!"
He quickly changed channels one after another, and the TV sound kept changing. But he still couldn't find the program he was interested in. When he was about to change the TV station, he suddenly felt a jolt, as if something sharp was pressed against his neck, making him unable to move.
"He..."
But as he subconsciously pressed the channel change button a few times, that feeling suddenly disappeared again. Okubo, who broke out in a cold sweat, froze and did not dare to look back for a long time. He was so frightened by the wine that he woke up. After a while, he turned back and looked at the katana on the sofa in shock.
"Just now...did you say anything?" Okubo asked.
Of course the knife cannot respond to him, just like an ordinary knife.
Okubo took a deep breath and his brain came back online. He wanted to prove his idea, so he slowly started to turn back the TV channels.
News, no response.
Ad, no response.
Singing and dancing, no response.
Cartoons, even more impossible.
Supernatural variety show, this one is the most likely, but there is still no response, not this...
Just when he wanted to change the channel, the variety show on the TV suddenly changed. change.
Program guest A: "...I remember that a similar thing happened in last year's program. Is this time the same as that one?"
Program guest B: "Ah, you're talking about that time, right? I also remembered it, was it the episode in which the psychic detective appeared in person?"
Narration: [Oh? There is such a thing! So, let’s review the episode Suzuna-chan talked about! 】
A man wearing a Sherlock Holmes suit with a pipe in his mouth appeared on the TV screen, and at this moment, Okubo felt the sharp chill appear behind him again!
Psychic Detective: "No, this is not an ordinary supernatural incident. My intuition tells me that the real criminal is not him! Although I have no evidence now, I will find it sooner or later. In my name, [Psychic Detective] Qian Xiaoyi!”
The psychic detective’s resolute and wise face looked away from the TV.
Then the TV went into commercial time.
Okubo’s head buzzed, his teeth began to chatter, and it happened again! That chill, that knife reacted to this man!
"That's him..." Fushigi Yin's voice sounded in Okubo's ears.
Okubo asked tremblingly: "Is... an enemy? Is he a traitor? Do you want me to kill him?"
Okubo believes that there may be only traitors among the spiritual masters. , to be able to make the undead in this knife react.
"It's him..." Fushigi Yin's voice said: "Go find him...go quickly..."
"Find him, and then what?" Okubo asked: "What do you want me to do? As long as I can Kill him and you won't bother me anymore? I understand! I will do it!" br>
"Find him..." Fu Muyin's voice seemed to be on a different channel than him, and he said to himself:
"——He is... the only one who is credible in the alliance. ”
(End of this chapter)