Chapter 12

"You mean Tokyo's latest mysterious hero?"

Shinichi Hinawa thought that he did not reveal any flaws, and this was also his first meeting with Dazai Osamu. Thinking of this, he relaxed.

"Hero? Is that what Dr. Hinawa thinks?" Dazai Osamu moved his wrist.

Hiruzen nodded: "I think if there were more people like that in this world, it would be more beneficial for ordinary people like us to live."

"If it is really the will of the city that is protecting the residents of Tokyo, in return, I can help sweep the street in front of the house when I return."

Dazai Osamu tilted his head, a thoughtful look on his face: "Is that so."

After this conversation, Dazai Osamu seemed to have lost interest in Hinawa Shinichi. He handed Hinawa Shinichi over to Hirotsu Liulang and went to do other things with a lack of interest.

When Shinichi Hinawa thought he had overcome a hurdle and was about to face the bigger trouble of Mori Ogai, Hirotsu Ryulang told him, "I'm sorry, the leader has other things to deal with and can't meet with Mr. Hinawa."

Shinichi Hinawa was more than happy to avoid meeting Mori Ogai, and after taking the notebook handed over to him by Hirotsu Ryuro, he was about to say goodbye.

Rather than getting caught in the rain in Yokohama, he would rather go to Tokyo to bask in the sun.

It started raining again in Yokohama.

The misty rain fell on the water, creating ripples. The mist was everywhere, soaking the ships in the harbor. The mist rose from the sea, and the ships on the voyage disappeared in the white mist, leaving only their gradually fading outlines.

Dazai Osamu sat at the top of the building, swinging his legs.

After the doctor named Shinichi Hinawa fell into a coma, his subordinates who rushed to inform Chuuya Nakahara witnessed him being taken away, so they made some guesses about the relationship between the two.

He was holding Shinichi Hinawa's hand the whole time, so it wasn't a supernatural power, was it just a coincidence?

Dazai Osamu had good eyesight, and from his high vantage point he could clearly see the doctor named Shinichi Hinawa being put into the car by old man Hirotsu. So, Dr. Mori didn't see him? It wasn't surprising, after all, it was just a whim, and if he didn't see any problems, the leader wouldn't have to spend more time.

After all, Dr. Mori is probably more concerned about the news about Yokohama. He went to the Armed Detective Agency when he first appeared. I don’t know what Dr. Mori’s expression is now. It might be very interesting.

Looking down at the ground several dozen meters away, Dazai Osamu suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

A strange voice sounded behind him. Dazai Osamu turned around suddenly and met a pair of purple-gray eyes.

"Yokohama." The tone paused for a moment, and Dazai Osamu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The tall figure cast a shadow, just covering Dazai Osamu. The eight-foot-tall god opened his mouth slightly and said, "Go down."

Dazai Osamu looked strange. Why did he see Yokohama? He was not Dr. Mori, and he thought he had nothing to say to this city.

Before his question was answered, the figure in front of him disappeared in front of him like an ice shard.

"Wait a minute!" His attempt to stay was unsuccessful, and the surviving cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

Dazai answered the phone: "What's up?"

A subordinate's respectful voice came from the other end: "Master Dazai, the leader asked you to pick up Master Zhongyuan."

"knew."

On the other side, Shinichi Hinata, who had already arrived at the station, took the initiative to poke the system.

"I think that being able to control only one city at a time is too little. It's a loophole. We need to open a few more cities, at least to allow them to appear at the same time."

[But the human soul strength will be unable to bear it.] This is the first time that the system has rejected the host's suggestion. In fact, it still has something to hide from the host.

The human soul itself has limited strength that it can bear, so the system will select humans with large carrying capacity to perform tasks, but as long as they are human, there is an upper limit. Choosing a vest that is also a human is standard, and choosing a Tsukumogami or a monster is considered a slight overload.

The system was not quite sure what settings Shinichi Hirin had added when he created the city awareness vest. He had only recently discovered that those cities had already surpassed the level of the last gods and were now at the level of true gods.

The host doesn't find this level of vest unbearable and even wants to open more. Is he afraid that he won't go crazy fast enough?

Shinichi Hinawa thought about the feasibility of his plan: "It's okay to show off a few of the main cities."

The system hastily refused: [No host has ever done this before, I'm afraid it will have a negative impact on you.]

"But I have already done that." Hinawa Shinichi said slowly, "Just now, in order to dispel Dazai Osamu's suspicion, I asked Yokohama to come out to meet him."

[What?] The system was startled and immediately scanned Hinawa Shinichi's entire body, only to find that everything was normal.

Shinichi Hirin thought his plan was feasible. He didn't need to log in again and again, and it would be best if he didn't have to wait until his real body arrived in that city to switch identities. He could divide his consciousness into several pieces, each with its own thoughts.

He learned this idea from a former netizen. According to her, although it may lead to unexpected events, it is very convenient.

Saving trouble is exactly what Shinichi Hirin needs right now.

"Anyway, we can give it a try first." It happened that I had collected a batch of points before. If I use them all to open vests, how many vests can I open?

Sitting on the train back to Tokyo, Hinata Shinichi put on his sunglasses, then closed his eyes and opened the system panel.

Tokyo.

"City consciousness?" The man laughed sarcastically. "How could such a thing exist? It's just that some self-proclaimed heroes have targeted us."

He coughed violently for a while while smoking. Looking at the stupid subordinate in front of him, he suddenly became furious and kicked him hard with his right foot. The man was always fierce and ruthless when dealing with his targets. The subordinate who had seen him kill people did not dare to complain. He rubbed the part that was kicked and stood back a little.

The fierce man has been working for the organization for nearly 20 years. He knows how to make people under him afraid of him, which is good for him. But in another place, he can also be kind. He has another job in a restaurant, where he will be a friendly boss, often willing to give a free meal to the homeless passing by, and always willing to share his cooking secrets with nearby neighbors.

He thought that someday when he retired from the organization, he would like to become that restaurant owner, and maybe he would adopt a daughter, just like his goal today.

His target today was a little girl, the daughter of a high-ranking official in the city government. Ever since the emergence of the enemy who called himself Tokyo, the actions they organized were always frustrated, and the upper echelons had to temporarily withdraw their forces from the city. But before that, for the sake of demonstration and revenge, they organized such an action. He was only in charge of a part of it, and other colleagues were planning to take action in various places in the city.

The naive little girl didn't know what was staring at her. She was staring at the dolls in the amusement park, and then turned around to have an intimate conversation with her mother.

Unfortunately, such a heartwarming scene needs to be explained. There are five of them, disguised as tourists, nearby. Their goal is to kill the little girl and send the body to her father, but since it is a deterrent, the louder the better.

If a gunfight broke out in a crowded amusement park, the number of people trampled might be greater than the number of people they shot. Maybe he could even come out on top among his accomplices.

The man gave instructions, but unexpectedly, none of his subordinates moved.

What happened? He wanted to pull over the subordinates following him and ask them why they didn't obey his orders. But when he grabbed the other person's collar, his hand was suddenly wet and sticky.

Cold sweat immediately flowed down his face. After some colleagues were arrested, he actually investigated the recent appearance of [Tokyo]. He always had a chance, and he was much more careful than those colleagues. I heard that those people were pulled into the shadows and disappeared from then on.

He had been awakened from such nightmares several times, but none of them was as terrifying as this one. The man suddenly realized that the lively amusement park suddenly became dark, and the tourists stopped playing and stared at him.

"What a hassle! I originally left these matters to humans." A clear young voice sounded close to his ear.

As a killer, his agility allowed him to quickly shoot behind him, and then the bullets fired one by one. However, the boy seemed to have no substance, like a mirage or a shadow, and the bullets passed through him.

The boy looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was watching a trapped beast making its last struggle.

None of his bullets had any effect, and the people around him were not affected at all, and then they moved closer and slowly surrounded the man.

Tokyo dragged the criminals into the shadows, and then everything disappeared. There were no clues, no bodies, and no blood. Even the police sometimes took some measures to force them to confess. Did Tokyo just lock them up? The man sneered at this "merciful" behavior. In this country where disappearance can be called a hidden thing, this punishment is too ridiculous.

But now the man knew that it was not funny at all. A creepy feeling came over him. The people who were laughing and playing a moment ago were like zombies. The tourists, businessmen, employees, and even the little girl he was going to kill, all surrounded him.

The man stumbled and fell to the ground. The little girl finally walked in front of him and opened her mouth slightly.

Tokyo was watching all this from above: "Okay, we can start now."

So he took the first bite, blood splattered everywhere, and as the man screamed, the flesh and blood corpse turned into food for the shadow demon. And this scene was happening simultaneously in every corner of Tokyo.

Tokyo, Yokohama, Namimori, Beikacho... After the first Tokyo appeared, the will of each city recovered one after another.

(End of this chapter)