The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 743: The Narrow Gate (14)

Okubo Kenjiro, who hopes to teach the higher-ups, was once the "Nineteenth Saint", but is now having a very hard time.

Outside a private house in an urban area outside Tokyo, a shabby van was parked in front of the door. The sound of a TV came from the living room. Beer cans were scattered all over the floor. The ashtray on the coffee table was almost full of cigarette butts. Okubo was sitting in front of the TV with a can of beer in his hand. He looked at his own avatar on TV with red eyes and was very excited.

"Sure enough, I'm wanted!" Okubo sneered, took a sip of beer, and then muttered to himself: "That guy should have committed suicide..."

As a businessman, one cannot make it big without a keen sense of nose, so after smelling the danger, he decisively abandoned his business and drove to the surrounding town residential areas to hide. Even his subordinates did not know his location. Of course, he also had people he could trust, but he could not guarantee that the Hope Church would not use some special methods to make those people betray him.

So he had to escape alone without notifying anyone.

He had prepared many places like this one for those who wanted to escape from trouble to hide, but he didn't expect that he would use it himself this time.

"Hey! You clearly committed suicide, right? Why are you blaming me?" Okubo, drunk, turned around and shouted at the sofa.

On the sofa, a samurai sword wrapped in newspaper was lying there quietly. Ever since the sword spoke to him that time, it became intermittently effective. It seemed that only when it was stimulated by something would the undead living inside it make vague sounds.

"Tsk~boring." Okubo said disdainfully. He only dared to say that because he was a little drunk.

But he couldn't even sleep peacefully without getting drunk.

After all... the evil spirit lying behind him was becoming clearer and clearer. Even if he wasn't facing the mirror, he could vaguely see the blood-stained white coat.

Although he was not a professional, this also meant that he was about to be killed, right?
He has been living a decadent life here for quite some time. He usually wears a wig, a mask and glasses. Even if he goes to the supermarket to buy cigarettes and alcohol, no one will notice him. There are also prepared supplies in the house, enough for him to eat and drink for a long time.

He had nothing to do every day so he could only watch TV and read newspapers. He couldn't contact anyone and there was nothing else he could do.

But he didn't want to live such a leisurely life! He still had many businesses waiting for him to manage and many businesses waiting for him to negotiate!

bang~
The flattened empty beer can hit the TV that was playing a commercial. Okubo held his head and growled, "What should I do!"

He could neither hold back this maddeningly peaceful life nor hold back from screaming out loud, so he could only shout out in suppression, not daring to be too loud.

If he returned to the Church of Hope, he would definitely be killed, there was no doubt about that. As a saint who was not a fanatic, he knew too well the working style of those people, and some of them were simply crazy.

And if he goes to seek refuge with the exorcists... he has become a wanted criminal for the murder of Fuki Yin, and they will definitely not believe what he says. It may even be that the exorcists may have designated him as a wanted criminal by using their own connections. Now he has become a common enemy of both sides.

Moreover...that dead ghost Fumu Yin who hid in the knife once reminded him that the Exorcist Alliance could not be trusted, so he was even more afraid to look for it.

The current situation is that he dares not look for anyone, but he must find an exorcist to help him get rid of the abnormality in his body, otherwise he will die sooner or later.

The countdown of his life seemed to be constantly changing before his eyes. Once the time was up, no matter how he struggled, he would be taken away by death. He was almost going crazy.

"Damn it, what should I do!" Okubo grabbed his head. He picked up the remote control irritably and kept changing channels, trying to find a satisfactory TV program to watch, numb himself, and temporarily forget his troubles.

"Damn it! Damn it! Is there nothing good to watch?" Okubo cursed anxiously: "What kind of crappy shows are these!"

He quickly changed channels one after another, and the TV volume kept changing, but he still couldn't find the program he was interested in. When he was about to change all the channels, he suddenly felt a shock, 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, the feeling suddenly disappeared. Okubo, who was frightened and sweating, froze and did not dare to look back for a long time. He was sobered up by the fright. After a long time, he turned around and looked at the samurai sword on the sofa in shock.

"Just now...did you say anything?" Okubo asked.

Of course the knife couldn't respond to him, it was 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 began to turn back the TV channel.

News, no response.

Advertisement, no response.

Singing and dancing, no response.

Cartoons are even more impossible.

A supernatural variety show, this is the most likely one, but still no reaction, it's not this...

Just when he was about to change the channel, the variety show on TV suddenly changed.

Guest A: "...I remember a similar incident happened in last year's show. Is this the same as last time?"

Guest B: "Oh, you mean that time? I remember it now. It was the episode where the psychic detective appeared in person, right?"

Narration: [Oh? There is such a thing! Well, let's review the episode that Suzuna-chan mentioned! ]

A man wearing a Sherlock Holmes suit and smoking a pipe appeared on the TV screen, and at this moment, Okubo felt the sharp chill 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 don't have evidence now, I will find it sooner or later, in the name of [Psychic Detective] Qian Xiaoyi!"

The psychic detective's resolute and wise face looked outside the TV.

Then, the TV went into commercial break.

Okubo's head buzzed, his teeth began to chatter, and it appeared again! That chill, that knife reacted to this person!
"It's him..." Fushigi Yin's voice sounded in Okubo's ears.

Okubo asked tremblingly: "Is... is he an enemy? Is he a traitor? You want me to kill him?"

Okubo believed that only a traitor among the exorcists could make the undead in the knife react.

"It's him..." Fumu Yin's voice said, "Go find him... Go quickly..."

"Find him, then what?" Okubo asked, "What do you want me to do? As long as I can kill him, you will stop pestering me? I understand! I will do it!"

"Find him..." Fumu Yin's voice seemed to be on a different channel from his, and he spoke to himself:

"——He is the only one in the alliance who can be trusted."

(End of this chapter)