Tokyo Detective Chronicles

"I...!" This time, before Hoshizaki could even utter the words, nor did she need to tell her the monster's exact location.

The camera then started shaking rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of chopping and liquid splashing rang out...

When the scene stabilized again, Fushimi's axe had already precisely struck the monster's neck... In an instant, its head was severed from its body, black blood splattered everywhere, and it didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Blood splattered onto the protective suit and gloves.

The head rolled around and around on the ground.

"It's resolved," Fushimi said calmly.

Hoshizaki stared blankly at the screen for a while before finally reacting: "W-so fast..."

The next moment, all the other arms above his head suddenly retracted, leaving only the hanging rope and the paper pendant.

Hoshizaki suddenly realized that each pair of hands above his head was a monster like the one just now... staring intently at Fushimi?

She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"Hmm!"

A wave of nausea rose in Hoshizaki Rina's throat, and she couldn't help but want to vomit.

Even through the screen, she could feel the suffocating terror. She felt that if she were there, she would have been scared to death.

Fushimi swung the axe, spilling black blood onto the floor.

He didn't forget to reassure Hoshizaki, whose worldview had been greatly shaken: "Don't worry, don't be nervous, just give me directions."

"good……"

Hoshizaki forced himself to overcome his fear, took a deep breath, and forced himself to concentrate.

Since Iori is so powerful, he shouldn't be in any danger, right...?

Previously, Fushimi was facing the wall because he was hunting monsters... but at this moment, Fushimi gradually turned his body back.

Just as Hoshizaki Rina breathed a sigh of relief, she saw something else that almost froze her blood.

Behind Fushimi.

In the camera's view of his back, a huge, pale old face silently appeared behind Fushimi.

The face was ridiculously large, almost filling the entire cross-section of the corridor.

It's simply unbelievable how it got here...

His skin was swollen and white, as if it had been soaked in water, and his facial features were blurred. Only two deep-set eye sockets and a slightly upturned corner of his mouth could be seen.

It's laughing.

That face stopped less than three meters behind Fushimi, quietly watching his back with a smile.

"Iori!"

Hoshizaki's voice suddenly rose: "There's something behind you!"

Fushimi immediately frowned.

Although he currently has no vision, he can't sense anything from his amplified senses... No, that's not right!

There was indeed something... just like the last time he entered this place, that breathing coming from behind him appeared again... and he didn't even notice it.

A pale, large face parted slightly, releasing a foul stench: "Heh...hehe..."

The stinging sensation of being watched came through him... He gripped the axe handle tightly, his muscles tensing slightly. In his other palm, sharp ice crystals, carried by the breeze, began to condense, and his shadow began to sway.

But nothing happened.

Just then, the action camera behind Fushimi suddenly malfunctioned, and the screen turned into a static display, giving Hoshizaki a chill down his spine.

The fear that had been so hard to suppress surged uncontrollably as his vision disappeared.

"Iori turns around! The camera behind her is malfunctioning!"

Fushimi did as instructed and immediately turned back!

But the monster disappeared... At the same time, Fushimi also sensed something was wrong; that breath was indeed gone.

"It's gone..." she said, confused, her pupils trembling, and she immediately turned to look at the Fate Array.

The dark blue flames remained perfectly still, which finally put the girl at ease.

Fushimi remained silent for a few seconds.

"Keep going."

"But..." Hoshizaki's voice was full of worry, "Iori, should we go back? Everything here..."

Fushimi knows that this is how things are in the ordinary world.

It's filled with unpredictable and eerie terror, requiring you to maintain an extremely high level of alertness and judgment at all times...

We are currently on the outer edge of this ordinary world, which is relatively safe.

He didn't answer Hoshizaki's question, but instead asked, "How much time has passed?"

Hoshizaki glanced at the time on the screen: "About eight minutes."

Only eight minutes?

Fushimi even felt that half an hour had passed.

It is common knowledge that the flow of time in the mortal world is different from that in the real world, but experiencing it firsthand can still create a sense of disorientation.

He stopped thinking about it and continued walking forward.

On the rest of the journey, Fushimi encountered four or five more deformed monsters like the ones before.

They climbed down from the ceiling, crawled out of the walls, and even squeezed out from the cracks in the floor...

"At three o'clock, about six meters away..."

As Hoshizaki Rina gradually became more skilled, she was able to provide accurate early warnings and report precise locations every time. In Fushimi's view, this growth was remarkably rapid.

The girl was clearly not as fragile as he had imagined.

Each time, Fushimi's axe would precisely cleave the monster's vital points before it could launch an attack.

Black blood pooled on the floor...

Because the camera behind him suddenly malfunctioned, Fushimi had to turn around from time to time to let Hoshizaki check what was behind him.

Fortunately, that eerie old face never appeared again.

But the pressure is constantly increasing.

Fear washed over me like a tide, slowly creeping into my heart.

Fushimi could hear Hoshizaki Rina's increasingly tense and rapid breathing through the earphones... Every time she saw a monster appear, she would gasp, then force herself to calm down and describe it in as calm a tone as possible.

"take it easy."

Fushimi comforted him again, saying, "You've done very well."

"I...I wasn't nervous..." Hoshizaki stubbornly insisted, but the trembling in her voice betrayed her.

Fushimi could almost picture her expression right now: biting her lip, her eyes glued to the screen, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

He suddenly regretted involving her.

But there's no turning back now.

After turning another corner, Hoshizaki suddenly warned, "There's someone up ahead..."

"Bang...bang...bang..."

Fushimi immediately stopped in his tracks.

"A man is kneeling on the ground, his back to you... no, he's facing you, but he's kowtowing."

Hoshizaki's voice was filled with confusion: "He was kowtowing very hard, and his forehead was bleeding."

Fushimi frowned.

"Are there any other features?"

"He had a rope around his neck."

Hoshizaki said, "The other end of the rope was hanging from the ceiling...suspending him."

This wasn't the kind of monster we'd seen before, but a human being that was remarkably similar to one... no, it was more like a human being.

But why that expression?

When Fushimi heard the warning, gripped his axe, and stepped closer, Hoshizaki suddenly gasped.

"He...he's disappeared!"

Just as Fushimi was about five or six meters away from the man who was kowtowing, the man was suddenly hoisted up by a rope and pulled upwards sharply!

They've disappeared!

Only a pool of blood remained on the floor, and a bunch of ropes on the ceiling were still swaying slightly.

Hoshizaki was so frightened that he lost his voice.

Upon hearing her retelling, Fushimi frowned, realizing something.

He was about to say something.

Suddenly, as the hanging rope obscured his view, the lights in the already dimly lit corridor began to go out one by one.

From afar, one light after another appeared, as if something was walking down the corridor and turning off each light as it pleased.

Utter darkness is about to engulf Fushimi.

There are 1 minutes left until Fushimi Iori is completely integrated into the Mortal World...

Rina Hoshizaki reacted quickly, immediately remembering what Fushimi had taught her before, and hurriedly switched the live stream mode to night vision.

The screen instantly turned a ghastly green.

"ah--!"

She screamed and almost fell off the chair, but luckily, Karin behind her quickly reached out to support her.

Even in night vision mode, the image remains frighteningly clear.

A bloodshot eye, without a pupil, a completely murky white, was pressed tightly against the lens of the action camera on Fushimi's chest.

The face was so close that Hoshizaki could see every wrinkle, every pore, and the flesh and blood bulging from the bruise on his forehead.

It's the man who kowtowed earlier.

He appeared in front of Fushimi at some point, his face almost pressed against the action camera on Fushimi's chest.

With a large, smiling face, it seemed as if Hoshizaki was being gazed at from across two worlds...

But Fushimi seemed completely oblivious!

"Iori!" Hoshizaki shouted, "Your chest..."

At the same moment, all eight candles in the same fate array began to shake violently!

The candle right in front of the doll had its dark blue flame flickering wildly, stretching, twisting, and almost going out...

In the darkness, the strange man raised his right hand and swung it sharply at Fushimi!

Her heart was pounding, and just as she was about to shout out those two words to remind him, the front-facing action camera suddenly lost signal.

The screen turned into static.

There are 0 minutes left until Fushimi Iori is completely integrated into the Mortal World...

Fushimi has completely synchronized and has become a part of the eternal world.

"Feed? Hey! Iori! Can you hear me?!" Hoshizaki stood up and excitedly shook the screen.

no respond.

There was only the buzzing sound of electricity.

Her eyes were lifeless, her lips were pale and trembling. Overwhelmed by extreme fear and worry, she finally lost control, grabbed a nearby trash can, knelt on the ground, and began to vomit violently!

"vomit……"

She felt a wave of despair, as if the sky had fallen. A severe headache pressed on her optic nerve, causing her vision to go black. Her stomach spasmed, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Hoshizaki began to blame himself. If only he hadn't been startled, if only he had reacted faster, if only...

"...Iori...ugh..."

"what……"

But after a while, when Hoshizaki, his face covered in tears, looked up... he discovered that in the shared fate array, the candle in front of the doll, which was about to go out, miraculously stabilized at the last moment.

It didn't go out...