I am a god in Tokyo

"Did you actually fall asleep?"

The lawyer stuck out his tongue and took the ice cream from his friend, full of energy.

"It's been a long time since I slept so comfortably, hey, what's wrong with you?"

The forensic doctor's eyes fell on the ice cream,

She stayed in the temple for so long, and the ice cream was still cold, as if it had just been taken out of the freezer.

like thinking of something,

She looked down at her phone and clicked on the chat group.

Blank.

Before entering the temple, all the distress messages she sent to Jing Muyan disappeared—as if she had never done this at all, like a dream.

Only the swelling and pain between the eyebrows still persisted, and the chaotic sutra sounds in the ears gradually stopped.

"I'm gonna start now!"

The lawyer opened the ice cream and was about to taste it, but a jade hand reached out, picked up the ice cream, and threw it into the trash can.

"I don't want this one, let's buy another one."

said the forensic doctor.

Ignoring her friend's strangeness, she insinuated and found out that Dai Machiko didn't have that memory. She only remembered waiting for herself under the bench and then fell asleep.

Only I keep this memory.

"Qingfangzhu, relic. '

Sansumi Mikoto's thoughts moved slightly, and she remembered the last question again.

There have been legends of ghosts turning into demons since ancient times.

The legend is true,

How did that sneakiness come about?

'Go back and search for information first, and wait until Thursday to see if you can get an answer from Shenming and Jing Muyan? '

The most important thing right now is to check yourself.

What role did relic play, and what kind of changes occurred in his abilities?

The forensic doctor thought to himself, dragging his friends who hadn't visited enough to leave the campus.

*

The next day, it was cloudy.

Nerima Park.

For the homeless people in the park, today is a good day, not only the weather is cool, but also the welfare center comes to the park to provide them with food.

Temporary tents are set up in the park, and staff cook food in large pots.

The vagrants had already lined up, and one by one they took their food trays and went to get food.

"It tastes like curry rice!"

"I love curry rice..."

Daisuke Katayama was also in the team, listening to the discussion of others swallowing saliva.

He also smelled the strong smell of curry, and looked in front of the team, his throat swelled and his stomach growled.

But unlike food distribution in the past,

This time, before receiving the food, someone stood up with a horn.

But what he said made the homeless people interested.

"Is there any strange thing happening around us, if there is, and if you say it, you can get double food?"

"Is this a special game session?"

"Double food, no loss anyway!"

Gradually, some people began to tell the strange things around them.

For example, if you see a strange figure in the toilet at night, or hear rumors of a haunted house in a certain place, no matter the truth or falsehood, the other party will record it seriously and add a large spoonful of curry beef.

Such a good event naturally aroused the active participation of homeless people.

The atmosphere is much more active.

Only Daisuke Katayama noticed something was wrong.

"Speaking of weird things, isn't that guy Nakamura also weird, wearing a thick coat in such hot weather?"

"Shh, do you want to die?!"

"What are you afraid of, he didn't come...Even the food, we are required to pack it and take it, even the cardboard box is not willing to come out!"

Talking about Ken Nakamura,

People began to talk more.

Perhaps using the double portion of food as a cover, the homeless man vented his dissatisfaction. The registration staff, with a still serious expression, raised his head and asked, "That Mr. Nakamura, can we meet?"

"Nakamura doesn't meet strangers!"

The tramp roared with laughter.

"By the way, there is still a strange place in our park. There are several trees with flowers growing there!"

Someone mentioned the strange tree in the park again, and talked about it vividly.

There was a slight change in the expression of the staff.

Someone else volunteered and took him to have a look for a double portion of food.

And then--

The police car is coming.

"Please cooperate with our actions, don't be afraid, we have no malicious intentions!"

The police cordoned off the entire park, isolated the homeless, and isolated those who had been in contact with the homeless.

Both parties were tested by police officers in protective suits.

This time, not only the homeless, but even the staff of the welfare center became uneasy.

"Mr. Police...we, what did we do?"

Someone asked anxiously.

The police officer in charge of leading the team only said that they were involved in some kind of virus, and after being tested, they would be brought back to the Metropolitan Police Department for investigation.

At this time,

Several police officers in protective clothing rushed over.

"Minister, Ken Nakamura is gone!"

*

Whoosh, whoosh.

Outside the park, Nakamura was out of breath.

"I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"

He hugged his coat tightly, ignoring the strange gazes of passers-by, his eyes were crazy, and he murmured in a low voice.

When distributing food at relief centers,

He hid in the distance to observe, and after the strange behavior of the rescue team, Nakamura Ken escaped from the park without any hesitation.

as predicted,

Not long after he left, he heard the sound of a police car.

In Nakamura Ken's understanding, these policemen came to arrest him...because of the mutation in him.

Will I be taken to the lab and become a guinea pig?

Do not,

I am not sick!

I want to live, to live on.

Ken Nakamura, with a hideous face, tried to avoid the road with surveillance cameras, and fled in an unknown direction.

Search nine lessons,

Knowing that 'Ken Nakamura' may have an abnormal phenomenon of flash infection and fled in Tokyo, Imamura Yuyoshi remained calm, blocked the park, and issued a red notice for Nakamura Ken.

The whole city is strictly prohibited.

The files and photos of Ken Nakamura appeared in the hands of large and small groups in Tokyo, not only the big data monitoring system, but also black and white joint efforts to hunt down Ken Nakamura.

"team leader!"

At this time, Seiji Oya knocked on the door of the office.

"There are clues!"

In the inquiry room,

Daisuke Katayama was uneasy. Before coming to search the ninth class, he and the other homeless people had all gone through a series of inspections such as high-standard disinfection, blood drawing, and urine test. The result was that they were all normal, and the search for the ninth class was relaxed .

For subsequent inquiries,

It is to ask them, did anything happen during the initial time of the park's mutation and Nakamura Ken's mutation?

Daisuke Katayama vaguely noticed that all this had something to do with Omiya.

nature,

During the police investigation, the frightened homeless man poured beans out of a bamboo tube, even confessed when he went to the toilet, and solved his physical problems alone. All the clues pointed to one person.

"Omiya."

Captain Imamura came to the door of the inquiry room.

"Mr. Katayama, Omiya was brought back by you. What happened when you first met him?"

The policeman asked softly.

Daisuke Katayama hesitated, and then he told the story of how he met Omiya and got his name.

And he was bullied by Ken Nakamura and he left the park.

The profiler next to him, on the drawing board, profiled the appearance of Omiya.

A man with sloppy hair, a sloppy beard, and dull eyes appeared on the drawing board.

"Did Omiya commit any crime?"

Daisuke Katayama was cautious.

"When I met him, he had already lost his memory of the past. Mr. Police, I don't know what kind of person he was before, but now Omiya is a good person."

The tramp begged.

"Give him one more chance, please?"

Facing Daisuke Katayama's pleading, the police officer in charge of the inquiry calmed down, but Captain Imamura at the door left silently.

*

Shibuya Avenue, Psionic Office.

"Tina, get me a can of Coke, thanks!"

"Assistant, turn up the air conditioner, it's a bit cold."

The corners of Christina's mouth twitched, her expression becoming more gloomy.

She picked up the remote control, changed the air conditioner to heating, took out the Coke from the refrigerator, and shook it for a minute before forcing out a smile and coming to the front hall.

In the living room of the office,