Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 85-83: Uninvited Guests

Yoyogi Station in the game.

Kosuke Iwasaki used "Fish-Eye Gift" to freeze most of the demon soldiers in place.

However, due to the angle, a few remaining skeleton soldiers were not caught and continued to relentlessly pursue him, forcing him to dodge everywhere.

"You can't run away!"

Finally, the rotting officer struggled to recover from the freeze-frame, slowly pulled out his teeth, stuffed them into the barrel of his gun, and raised his pistol at Iwasaki Kosuke, who was about to board the train and was still dodging the ghost soldiers.

boom!
"Humph!"

Iwasaki's body stiffened, and he fell backward onto the tracks. A clattering tram came rushing towards him, shattering the game screen abruptly. The darkness of death surged in from all sides, plunging his vision into complete darkness.

"Hoo-ho hoo-ho."

Bed.

Iwasaki suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for breath for a while, and slowly calmed down, feeling the sweat sliding down his forehead and the wet pillow.

"Is it dawn yet?"

He saw outside the window that a sliver of dawn was seeping across the horizon, blurring the boundary between day and night.

Iwasaki's mood and breathing gradually calmed down.

"What happened to me?"

His gaze was somewhat unfocused as he analyzed himself, realizing that his state just now had been somewhat abnormal.

He could have dodged that shot by observing the opponent's raised hand, and he did notice it beforehand.

But for a moment he seemed to lose focus, his movements slowed down, and he was hit.

Actually, it wasn't just recently; for the past two days, he'd had a sense of unease churning in his mind, making it difficult for him to fully concentrate on the game.

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Iwasaki, you're up so early today?"

The early-rising caregiver, Goto, carefully opened the door and saw Iwasaki staring blankly out the window with his eyes wide open.

"morning."

Iwasaki gave a brief reply.

Goto, who had only intended to come and check on Iwasaki, decided to start her daily morning care routine since Iwasaki was already awake.

Measure body temperature, blood pressure, and blood oxygen levels; check bony prominences for signs of pressure sores; check the color of urine in the urine bag. Yes, although there are diapers, as a paralyzed patient, urination must rely on a urine bag; the diapers are only to prevent reflexive defecation problems. Then, give the patient a warm bath and wash.

This is only a small part of the work.

However, such professional care comes at a high price, and only with enough money can one be assured that there will be no abuse of the elderly or neglect of patients.

This is a dignified sanatorium—that's what the advertisement says, although in reality it's only mid-range; the high-end ones are simply unaffordable for Iwasaki.

"Mr. Iwasaki, are you still having nightmares frequently lately?"

After cleaning Iwasaki and changing the wet sheets and pillowcases, Goto finally couldn't help but ask cautiously.

After saying that, worried that Iwasaki would misunderstand, she quickly and awkwardly added another sentence.

"Um, I didn't mean to complain about the workload, I just wanted to ask Mr. Iwasaki if you really don't need Dr. Miyazaki to come for a follow-up examination."

Iwasaki didn't really have a reasonable explanation. Even if it were a more assertive caregiver, he wouldn't have been able to stop them from calling a doctor, because that's their job.

Goto, the caregiver, certainly has professional ethics, but he also respects the wishes of others.

Unless there is a visible health problem.

However, it seems that Iwasaki only sweats a lot while sleeping and looks slightly tired. In addition, he had a period of mental illness in the past, so she felt it was better to respect Iwasaki's wishes.

If I get a complaint because of this, it will affect my work. Iwasaki was silent for a few seconds: "It's just that I dreamed about that car accident again recently, but I can solve it, except that I'll have to trouble Ms. Goto to change the sheets every day."

"No trouble at all!" Goto quickly waved his hand. "This is my job. Since you think it's okay, Mr. Iwasaki, please take good care of yourself. If you feel unwell, please tell me immediately!"

"I will, thank you."

After Goto spoke, he was visibly much more relaxed, and even his movements became much lighter.

Just when Iwasaki thought it was just another ordinary day, in the afternoon, a staff member came to inform him that Iwasaki's relatives were coming to visit.

"Ah, is it Ms. Iwasaki?" Goto asked expectantly, but then belatedly realized, "Wait a minute, Ms. Goto has a pass; she should be able to come in directly."

"This... the registered surname is indeed Iwasaki, but he's a man." The staff member shook his head and looked at Iwasaki Kosuke. "Iwasaki-san, would you like to see him? His full name is Iwasaki Toshitaka. He claims to be your cousin."

Kosuke Iwasaki's eyes narrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This name seems to belong to someone from a faction that was hostile to their parents' faction.

It's strange how they ended up here. They should be nominally from the same family, but in reality, they hate each other so much that they would never speak to each other again.

He had a slight premonition of something bad, but he tried his best to remain calm: "Please, bring him in."

"Okay, please wait a moment, Iwasaki-san."

After the staff confirmed, they went down to take the people away.

Goto, the caregiver, keenly sensed that Iwasaki's mood was a bit off. Wisely, she didn't say anything and began to carefully tidy up Iwasaki's appearance, shaving his beard.

"Um, Mr. Iwasaki, would you like to find another place to meet?"

"No need, this is fine."

Iwasaki's mind wasn't on this trivial matter; a sense of unease began to build within him.

Goto nodded, pursing his lips.

A short while later, the staff brought in a man named Toshitaka Iwasaki.

He was a man in his early twenties or thirties, with a very polite smile on his face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit.

"Thank you for your help." Toshitaka Iwasaki thanked the staff member who had led the way.

"You're welcome. Please make yourself at home if you need to stay overnight."

"Oh, no need for that. I'm just here to pass on a few words to my younger brother, Kosuke. I'll be done in no time." As he spoke, Junxiao looked at Iwasaki Kosuke with a smile in his eyes, which made the latter instinctively disgusted.

The staff member nodded, said goodbye, and left.

"Long time no see, Kosuke-kun. Let me think, it's been almost five years, hasn't it?" Junko ignored Goto's presence, took two steps forward, and smiled at Kosuke, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Goto clenched his little fists, feeling that this person didn't seem to be coming with any friendliness, and mustered up his courage to half-block Iwasaki Kosuke's path.

“Mr. Toshitaka Iwasaki, Mr. Kosuke Iwasaki needs to rest right now. If you have anything to say, please keep it brief and do not disturb his rest.”

Both of them glanced at Goto with some surprise.

Kosuke was surprised that Goto, who usually seemed timid and cowardly, was actually quite brave when it mattered.

"Excuse me, excuse me, perhaps my tone was a bit off. Could you please give me some space to be alone with my younger brother, Hao Fu?"

Toshitaka Iwasaki quickly recovered and gave an explanation with a smile, along with a reason that Kosuke Iwasaki couldn't refuse.

"It's about Iwasaki Miyabi."

Miyabi Iwasaki, Kosuke Iwasaki's younger sister.

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