I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 140 and 142: Stone Bowl Before the Buddha

Dr. Satomi's throat was ripped open by the train monster. Dr. Satomi tried to cover it with both hands, but blood flowed freely between his fingers, staining the chest of his white coat red.

"Meow hahaha—!"

The train monster laughed menacingly and casually tossed Dr. Satomi onto the rooftop.

Grace quickly surrounded them, her expression grave.

Such massive bleeding would kill Dr. Satomi within minutes.

But this is a hospital; if we provide immediate medical attention, it might still be possible to save the patient.

but……

Grace looked up at the train bobbing up and down in the flames; this monster probably wouldn't let her have her way.

At the same time, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell on the roof, and the walking corpses followed, filing out of the stairwell one after another.

Although the corpses moved sluggishly and were spaced far apart, making it seem as if they could force their way out, Grace knew in her heart that this was just an illusion. If they approached with Dr. Satomi, the corpses would swarm towards them.

"Just wait a moment, and once this mortal dies, Kurokawa's soul will naturally separate out," Train sneered, his tone filled with a bloodthirsty stench.

Meanwhile, high-ranking officials at the Metropolitan Police Department, who were closely monitoring the situation from their headquarters, fell silent.

"Isn't the train a messenger of hell? It should be a monster that punishes evil and promotes good, so how can it be so cruel?" someone asked.

"The train is actually a type of cat demon. Cats are very cruel to prey that is weaker than themselves."

"Trains are not friendly monsters to humans to begin with," the monster folklorist replied. "Although in legends they are tasked with carrying human corpses to funerals, they often steal them on the way, eating them secretly and then reporting that they are too late and the bodies have already been buried."

So, is it a man-eating monster?

Dr. Satomi's life was insignificant, but the Metropolitan Police Department certainly didn't want Professor Kurokawa's ghost to be taken away by the train, but they were simply powerless to help.

Although reinforcements have been dispatched, Dr. Satomi will likely have already died before they arrive.

Moreover, the train is not an ordinary monster, but a messenger from hell; bullets may not be effective against such a being.

While firearms were very effective against Type A enemies after 1990, they became less effective against the mysterious superhumans and monsters from folklore that emerged since April.

"Shuichi, Shuichi!"

Just then, a woman in a long black dress stumbled out of the stairwell.

Mrs. Kurokawa was weaving through the horde of corpses when she accidentally bumped into one. The corpse turned around, revealing a bullet hole in its forehead. Mrs. Kurokawa, her face ashen, bowed her head and apologized, saying "I'm sorry," before running over.

The corpses in the morgue are pursuers sent from hell. Unlike zombies, they do not crave the flesh and blood of the living. They remain indifferent as Mrs. Kurokawa passes by.

Mrs. Kurokawa ran to Dr. Satomi's side, and seeing the severity of his injuries, her already swollen eyes filled with tears.

"Waaaaah, how could this happen? Shuichi, how could he have encountered such misfortune? Shuichi, I don't want to lose you again!"

Mrs. Kurokawa buried her face in Dr. Satomi's chest and sobbed softly.

Despite Mrs. Kurokawa's heartfelt calls, Dr. Satomi's breathing gradually weakened.

Seeing that he couldn't hold on much longer, Dr. Satomi's body suddenly emitted a bright white light, and a semi-transparent, illusory ghost appeared.

The ghost had a beautiful mustache and was clearly Professor Kurokawa's original face. He was also holding a white stone bowl in his right hand.

"I never expected that the last person would be Satomi."

Professor Kurokawa's ghost extended his left hand and placed it on Dr. Satomi's throat, his palm emitting a bright blue light.

"King Enma's treasure! Kurokawa, hand it over now!"

The train in the air, its cat-like eyes wide open, stared intently at the stone bowl in Professor Kurokawa's hand, and then, trailing flames, it charged down menacingly.

Seeing that things were not going well, Grace immediately moved aside.

She believed she had been dutiful enough, but she was not yet prepared to die for her mission.

Professor Kurokawa was so focused on treating Dr. Satomi that he was completely unaware of what was happening.

Just when things were at their most critical, the seemingly weak and delicate Mrs. Kurokawa stepped forward and stood in front of the cat demon with her arms outstretched.

"You stinking woman, get out of my way!"

The train casually slapped Mrs. Kurokawa away, and the sharp claws on its other hand had already extended, ready to grab Professor Kurokawa.

In that very instant, Professor Kurokawa's treatment was completed.

Dr. Satomi's massive bleeding stopped, and the wound on his throat healed without any medicine. Apart from being as pale as a sheet, it was impossible to imagine that he had previously been a critically injured patient on the verge of death.

"This is the last one! With this, I can say that my mission is accomplished."

The stone bowl in Professor Kurokawa's hand began to shine brightly, and golden Buddhist light emerged from it, illuminating the rooftop as if it were daytime!

A sacred and pure golden light spread out in all directions from the rooftop, shining on the awakened corpses.

Those corpses, their eyes wide open and their faces contorted in agony, all wore peaceful and serene expressions as they closed their eyes and collapsed to the ground with thuds.

It was as if they had been given a rite of passage.

"Meow--!"

The train, like a startled old cat, its fur standing on end, leaped into the air, looking down with suspicion and uncertainty.

"How is this possible? Kurokawa Shuichi's accumulated merits are so great that he has gained the recognition of the stone bowl before the Buddha! And broken the seal on it?"

The golden light gradually subsided, and the stone bowl in Professor Kurokawa's hand returned to its original ordinary appearance.

But nowadays, no one would consider this stone bowl an ordinary thing.

From the words of the train of the dead in hell, we know that this is a treasure collected by Yama, the King of Hell, and the main purpose of the train's appearance is to retrieve this stone bowl.

The extraordinary power of Professor Kurokawa's ghost to cure terminal illnesses is most likely due to this stone bowl.

You must keep the stone bowl!

The same thought popped into everyone at the Metropolitan Police Department, but the train monster was still eyeing them menacingly. Did the Metropolitan Police Department have the ability to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?

"Kurokawa Shuichi, it's not too late to turn back now. Hand over the stone bowl..."

Hello everyone, good evening!

A mysterious figure wearing a black robe with red clouds and a swirling mask that only revealed his right eye stood on the rooftop railing, greeting people in a flippant tone.

"Although the moon isn't very full tonight, the moonlight is still quite nice, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)