I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 137 and 139: Resident Evil

Whether it was the Fifth Division officers on the scene or the Metropolitan Police Department executives watching the situation from behind a screen, they all cursed and swore, wishing they could strangle Professor Noriuchi to death.

"Fuck!"

Grace disregarded her ladylike demeanor and blurted out an American swear word.

This medical school dean is a complete waste of time and energy, always causing trouble at crucial moments. Grace really wanted to pull out a pistol and shoot him on the spot.

Grace glanced over, and a policeman in a black suit immediately pinned Professor Zene to the ground.

A day later, Professor Zene kissed the hospital's cold plastic floor once again.

"Waaah, waaah."

Before Professor Zene could even cry out in pain, the man in the black suit had his mouth stuffed with the barrel of a gun.

"I am dead, I am dead."

The officers of the Fifth Division looked at the deranged Dr. Satomi and knew something was wrong. They were worried that if the ghost simply disappeared, it would be one thing, but they were also afraid that Dr. Satomi would turn into an evil spirit and attack them.

Type B enemies cannot be eliminated by physical means; the firearms they carry are completely useless.

The affiliated hospital of the medical university has 899 beds and 2,200 employees. Given the indiscriminate nature of evil spirits, the hospital will become a slaughterhouse littered with corpses.

But unexpectedly, after Dr. Satomi finished laughing wildly, although his face was still deathly pale, his eyes shone with a rational light.

"Professor Kurokawa, are you... alright?" Grace asked cautiously.

She and the other officers from Section 5 were prepared to retreat immediately if things went wrong.

"I remember now, I was in a car accident while driving to Narita Airport, and I died."

"Shuichi..."

Mrs. Kurokawa's eyes were blurry with tears, and large tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"It's alright, Sachiko, don't cry. This is probably just fate."

Dr. Satomi patted Mrs. Kurokawa's back and said softly:

"I'm just sorry, Sachiko, for making you sad."

Mrs. Kurokawa pressed her delicate body against Dr. Satomi, sobbing uncontrollably.

Grace watched the touching scene of the couple reuniting, which was like in "Ghost". Although she didn't want to break the warmth, the urging from her superior in her earphones made her ears hurt.

"Professor Kurokawa, I'm very sorry to interrupt your meeting with your wife. We are from the Metropolitan Police Department."

Having received the signal, the negotiation expert mustered his courage, his smile devoid of any threat, and bowed respectfully, saying:

"We are all very concerned about Professor Kurokawa's situation. If possible, could you please answer a few questions for us?"

How exactly did Professor Kurokawa return to the human world after his death?

And where did Professor Kurokawa obtain his extraordinary ability to cure terminal illnesses?

Do the River of Three Crossings and the underworld exist?

These are all issues that many important figures are paying close attention to.

If they could uncover the secrets of the afterlife from Professor Kurokawa's ghost, perhaps they too could be resurrected and return to the world of the living.

Professor Kurokawa's ghost is completely different from those emotionless and uncommunicative evil spirits. For them, it's not unacceptable to become like this after death.

Ghosts can possess other people and continue to enjoy wealth and luxury, or even have a younger and stronger body. This is especially wonderful for some elderly and terminally ill people.

"Clang—", the traction machine made a slight sound, and all four elevators in the elevator lobby were going up and down.

But now nobody pays attention to the elevator anymore; everyone's attention is focused on Dr. Satomi.

"They're after me!"

Dr. Satomi's expression changed, and he looked down at the floor with a deep gaze, as if his eyes could see through the floor.

Grace was a little confused when her communicator suddenly rang. She raised an eyebrow and answered the call.

"Investigator! The morgue, the morgue—"

A voice, trembling with fear and slightly off-key, came from the communicator.

"What's going on in the morgue? Are those corpses having another party?" Grace pressed.

"The elevator! All the bodies from the morgue rushed out and got on the elevator!"

The voice on the communicator sounded like it was about to scream its lungs out, a hoarse and desperate roar.

The sound echoed throughout the corridor, and everyone involuntarily turned their attention to the elevator doors.

With a series of clanging sounds, all three elevators except the one stopped on the second floor stopped at the thirteenth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and everyone's faces showed extreme terror, as if they had encountered the deepest nightmare.

The three elevators were crammed full of standing corpses.

The corpses were either emaciated or had severed limbs, each with a different and horrifying manner of death, their gray-white eyes staring straight at the crowd with unseeing eyes.

No, their eyes were fixed intently on the doctor inside, without even blinking.

You don't need to blink.

The corpses slowly walked out of the elevator.

Although most of Professor Kurokawa's relatives and friends were in the medical field and had seen many corpses, the terrifying scene of dozens of corpses walking out of the elevator immediately terrified several people, causing them to collapse to the ground, and some even screamed.

"Ahhhhh—"

"Almighty God, is this Resident Evil?"

The horde of zombies slowly surged towards the group. A bead of cold sweat rolled down Grace's forehead. The next second, she gritted her teeth, drew her pistol, and gave the order:

"Fire! Fire is permitted!"

They no longer cared about being in a hospital or how much chaos the gunshots would cause.

One by one, the men in black suits pulled out pistols and opened fire!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The dense barrage of bullets immediately riddled the bodies in the front row with holes.

Bullets struck the corpses, but could not stop the horde of zombies from advancing.

Some bodies were knocked to the ground by the impact of the bullets, but then got up again; those who couldn't get up simply crawled on the ground.

"Bang!"

Grace aimed at a corpse's head and blew it in the head. The corpse fell to the ground, then staggered to its feet.

Its eye sockets had holes the size of a hundred-yen coin, from which flowed a jumble of messy things like brain matter and foul blood. Its other murky eye stared straight ahead, sending chills down Grace's spine.

"These aren't like the zombies in Resident Evil! Even if you blow its head off, it can still stand up."

The sidearms of the Fifth Division were naturally not the Nambu M60 and M637, police pistols that couldn't even kill a person from three meters away. The semi-automatic pistols they carried were all of relatively large caliber.

Even if a bullet doesn't kill a living person from blood loss, the excruciating pain can render them incapable of movement.

However, it is ineffective against bloodless and tearless corpses. Even if the magazine is emptied, a corpse full of holes can still stand up unless its spine is broken.

"Retreat! Protect Professor Kurokawa! Everyone retreat!"

"Oh no! There are zombies behind us!" a police officer shouted in a panic.

Grace emptied the magazine and looked back as she reloaded. Around the corner behind her, one corpse after another appeared.

(End of this chapter)