I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 20 and 21: Black Background with Red Clouds, Arriving Under the Moon (4K)

"Aaaaaahh ...

Hayama Takuya no longer cared about the live stream or Katori sauce. His companion's body was hanging swaying from the ceiling, his lifeless eyes staring at him, scaring him out of his wits. He turned and ran, scrambling and screaming as he did so.

"Aaaaaahh ...

This time, Ye Shan saw it clearly: it wasn't a prop at all, but a real corpse.

Monsters were indeed hiding in this terrifying abandoned shopping mall!

Ye Shan's mind was blank, filled only with the most primal instinct: to escape, to escape as far away as possible, to flee this hellish place, and to a spacious, bright, and safe human city.

He ran wildly through one walkway after another, knocking over countless objects in the process. Ye Shan was out of breath, drenched in sweat, and bent over, pressing his hands to his knees as he gasped for air.

Looking back, there was nothing following, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Where have I ended up?"

Ye Shan then realized that he was all alone. The photographer who had been following behind him was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know where the flashlight had gone.

The photographer didn't follow, so he must have...

Hayama had already imagined the inhuman torture the photographer suffered before he died, what if he were the one who was slow to run...

Looking at the dark, dilapidated corridor behind him, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and feeling the cold, lonely night wind brushing against him, Ye Shan couldn't help but shiver.

The cold wind blowing on Ye Shan made his mind a little clearer.

Wind, where there is wind, there is an outlet!

He ran forward quickly, and after turning a corner, he saw a balcony. The cold moonlight seemed like a ray of hope for salvation, shining down from outside into this dark and desperate place.

"May Buddha protect us! May the Great Powerful Manifestation of the Eastern Light protect us! May God protect us! We've finally escaped!"

Hayama rushed up to the balcony with a face full of joy. From here, he could see the lights of thousands of homes in Tokyo. He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He vowed that when he returned, he would visit every temple and shrine in Tokyo.

He had already climbed onto the railing with his hands and feet. This was only the second floor. Ye Shan usually worked out, so as long as he wasn't too unlucky, he wouldn't break his leg if he jumped.

Even if it means risking a sprained ankle, it's all worth it if we can escape!

However, at that moment, Hayama Takuya's body suddenly stiffened and he became completely still.

"Damn it, what's going on? My...my body is moving uncontrollably..."

"Help! Help!"

Ye Shan's expression of ecstasy froze instantly, then quickly transformed into extreme fear. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout and curse. He flipped back over the railing, standing back on the balcony.

Then, like a puppet on a string, Ye Shan stiffly backed away, walking step by step into the house with his hands and feet moving in unison.

"My body... something's controlling it! No way! I was about to escape, but then... Ah—!!"

Ye Shan opened his mouth and let out a hysterical wail, his face streaked with tears and snot, his extremely vivid expression contrasting sharply with his stiff and strange movements.

But no matter how much he cried, wailed, and begged for mercy, his body still uncontrollably retreated into the darkness, step by step walking deeper into the darkness.

Once back in the depths of the corridor, Ye Shan was like a puppet whose strings had been suddenly removed. He collapsed to the ground, flailing his arms wildly and screaming erratically.

After venting his hysteria, Ye Shan realized he had regained control of his body and scrambled across the floor towards the balcony he had been on before.

Suddenly, Ye Shan felt a tightness around his neck, as if something had caught him. The next moment, Ye Shan's feet left the ground, and he was suspended in the air.

Hayama Takuya kicked wildly in the air and scratched at his neck with his hands, but his body slowly rose higher and higher until his head hit the ceiling with a thud.

Takuya Hayama's face was flushed red from suffocation, his eyes wide open, staring intently ahead. On the ceiling, he finally saw the monster that was wandering around the abandoned mall.

"Click."

A crisp sound rang out; it was the sound of a broken neck.

A few minutes later, a crow flew over, looked at the figure hanging upside down and swaying in the air, cawed a few times without meaning, and then flew away.

…………

Something's really wrong! Something's really wrong!

After a frantic dash, Amami Katori finally broke free from the mannequin, turned a rusty handle, opened the door and rushed inside, then immediately locked it from the inside, her delicate body pressed against the back of the door, panting heavily.

As she ran, her bare shoulders were exposed, and a large expanse of her white chest was revealed to the air, but unfortunately, no one was there to appreciate it.

After tidying up her clothes a bit, Amami Katori picked up her phone. By then, the live stream had completely exploded in popularity!

Viewers drawn in by the push notification praised the props team for going all out, saying the mannequins that had swarmed out and chased after Katori earlier were incredibly realistic.

However, some fans insist that this is a real paranormal event, and the two groups are locked in a fierce battle.

The majority, mainly tourists, naturally assumed that these were props and scripts arranged by the production team, and only those with delusions of grandeur would take them seriously. The other group, consisting of Katori-chan's fans, although mainly there to see the girls, also included people interested in the supernatural. Naturally, they refused to accept this and immediately retorted.

You laugh at me for not understanding science, and I mock you for not respecting the mysterious. Anyway, we're all typing behind a screen and not actually there, so no one can prove what's true or false. Of course, we can just spout whatever we want. And that's how we keep arguing back and forth.

The popularity of the entire live stream soared, surpassing all previous achievements of "The Great Adventure of Apprentice Shrine Maiden Katori".

If she had seen such high popularity before, Katori Amami would have been overjoyed and might have even personally stepped in, feigning pitifulness and playing the innocent to fuel the fire.

But this time she wasn't in the mood at all.

Unlike the viewers who were hiding in bright rooms and arguing with each other on their keyboards, Katori Amami was experiencing the horror firsthand!

It's like visiting a haunted house. Everyone knows it's fake, the ghosts are fake, and the corpses are props, but you'll still be scared half to death if you're there in person.

Looking at the scene from a close-up, first-person perspective, Amami Katori feels a chill run down her spine and her hair stands on end when she recalls how many mannequins with contorted limbs rushed toward her.

This was completely outside the script, and all those mannequins weren't robots. She knew very well how much it would cost to make them run, jump, and move. It was something that a makeshift opera troupe like theirs simply couldn't afford.

It's also unlikely that it was arranged by Hayama's team. Hayama is already in dire straits; how could he possibly spend so much money?

"What's going on?"

He took out the team's internal communication phone and called Takashiro and Kogiso, but no one answered.

Tenkai Katori suddenly had a bad feeling.

Previous live-streamed ghost hunts took place in various classic horror movie locations such as old houses, abandoned primary schools, and hospitals, and all went smoothly. They didn't encounter anything particularly disturbing, and the biggest mishap was nothing more than a stray dog ​​hiding in an old house. In fact, because the shows were so mundane and didn't attract many viewers, their team personally wrote the scripts, arranged various suspenseful and terrifying scenes, and set up the props.

This time, could something really have happened...?

Meanwhile, the live stream of the ongoing battle saw a surge in viewership, with another large group of people joining to say that something terrifying had been filmed in the neighboring room, Ye Shan, and the live stream was interrupted.

Katori Amami gasped as she looked at the comments.

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me, something seems to have gone wrong during this live stream. What I'm about to say is all true; I really don't know what happened with those mannequins, or about Ye Shan-jun... I don't know anything about that either..."

Amami Katori frowned and explained to the live stream camera with a serious expression, but the audience did not believe her and instead praised her acting skills, saying they were much better than in her previous live streams.

Amami Katori was both amused and exasperated, feeling a bit wronged that the audience didn't believe her.

Just then, a cell phone rang from Amami Katori's arms.

The caller ID showed it was Kogiso, the team's script planner. Amami Kaori was delighted and quickly picked up the phone to answer.

"Kiso, what's going on? This is completely different from the original plan. Has some new scheme been added? Are those mannequins new props?"

"Where are you now? Are you still on the second floor?"

Tenkai Kaori asked anxiously and quickly, but strangely, the other party remained silent.

"Hey, Kogiso, why aren't you saying anything?"

After a half-minute silence, the other end of the line suddenly hung up.

Tenkai Kaori was speechless as she held her phone. What was going on with Kogizaki calling and then hanging up? Kogizaki had just confessed to her a few days ago, so why was he suddenly treating her with such a cold attitude?

Just then, Amami Kaori's phone rang again, its ethereal and melodious ringtone echoing in the quiet room.

Just as Tenkai Katori was about to answer the call, her heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly turned pale.

Human imagination is a terrifying thing; under the influence of a dark environment, it will involuntarily extend into all sorts of horrifying realms.

Is it really Xiaomu calling me now?

If it wasn't Ogiso, then who was calling me, and why was they calling?

ring!

In the depths of a lonely, dark building, even the slightest sound will attract attention, let alone a cell phone ringing.

A flash of inspiration struck Tenkai Kaori, and a chill ran through her body. She was so frightened that she could hardly move.

The classic scene in horror movies is when the victim has hidden himself and is about to escape, when his phone rings and he types "GG".

Tenkai Kaori quickly pressed the power button on her phone and turned it off.

At the same time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, exactly the same as the sound made by the mannequin earlier. Amami Katori held her breath and huddled in the corner, not daring to move, hoping to hide it like this.

"Bang!"

But things didn't go as planned. Suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from outside the door, and the entire door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

"ah--!"

Katori Amami was so frightened that she screamed.

"Who's out there! Stop scaring people like that! This live stream is over. If you keep scaring people like this, I'm calling the police!" Amami Katori mustered her courage and shouted loudly outside.

But the sound from outside remained indifferent and unanswered. The banging, as if someone were pounding on the door, continued incessantly, growing louder and more intense.

"Please, everyone, I'm really not acting. I really don't know what happened... Please believe me, I'm really scared right now. No matter what, I just want to go home."

Katori Amami was terrified, her face pale and tear-streaked. She looked at the camera with a trembling, sobbing voice, pleading:

"Waaah, whoever it is, please help me... call the police for me, I don't want to stay here anymore... save me..."

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment. Seeing the genuine fear on Kaori Amami's face and the door behind her shaking violently from being slammed, some people began to believe it, and a series of comments scrolled across the screen.

"I've already called the police, Katori-chan, hang in there!"

"Wow, people actually believe this fake witch? Her crying is so fake. It's Saturday, don't cause trouble for the police!"

"Shut up, you in front! Adachi Ward? I'm coming right now!"

Some viewers even started offering advice and strategies to Amamika:

"Those mannequins chasing Katori-chan are all made of plastic; they shouldn't be very strong. Katori-chan, quickly grab something and block the door!"

"Yes, block the door."

The back door of the room was filled with all kinds of construction debris, and the only window was nailed shut with wooden strips, allowing slivers of moonlight to seep in through the cracks.

Katori placed the live-streaming equipment on the ground, adjusted the angle to make sure she could capture the doorway, and then prepared to lift up the discarded debris.

Just then, a frighteningly long, white hand, about two meters long, reached into the side window of the door!

The hand opened its palm, revealing a black cell phone that was dialing. Then, an abnormally long finger reached out and gently hooked the phone, unlocking it from the inside.

The door was pushed open, and a male mannequin with empty eyes walked in with an odd posture. Then, one after another, expressionless mannequins with missing limbs walked in.

This nightmarish scene seemed to put the entire live stream on pause. All the comments disappeared, and even those who had previously claimed that it was all fake and props were now speechless with fear.

With nowhere to escape, Amami Katori collapsed to the ground in despair and panic, waiting for the slowly approaching mannequin to engulf her.

Just when things were at their most critical, the window, which had been nailed shut with wooden strips, was slashed open from the outside.

Along with the clear moonlight, what blew into the room was not only a gentle breeze, but also a young man wearing a black robe with red cloud patterns and two tear troughs on his face.

(End of this chapter)