My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 91 Goodbye, never again.

Saturday, May 5, at 1pm.

Chiyoda Ward, the nine department headquarters hospital.

Yamamoto Tadamuni stared blankly at the white ceiling, and the image before coma kept lingering in front of his eyes.

"Yamamoto, let's go!"

In the dark forest, the bride's sharp claws like knives pierced her chest. Before she died, Suzuki-senpai gave her last order.

"boom……"

"boom……"

Senior Inoue fired all the bullets, drew out his saber, and stopped in front of him.

"Yamamoto, follow the signal left by the locator and use bombs to open the passage, go back now!"

"No!" Yamamoto Tadamuni shook his head in pain.

"I want to fight with my predecessors."

"Hurry up, you are a communications soldier, remember your own duties!"

"But."

"Stop rambling." Inoue Takaki turned around and threw a small box over.

"This is Lao Tzu's wedding ring, please give it to my fiancée for me."

"And oh."

"Tell Captain Niijima, after tonight, I will be the man she will never have!"

"Hahahaha"

In the night rain, the saber turned into a silver awn, piercing the raindrops falling in the sky.

He rushed forward and never looked back.

Consciousness is still a little fuzzy, and memory is a little fragmented.

Tadamuni Yamamoto jumped up from the bed, then fell down.

The large and small wounds on the body are pulling the nerves, and every time I breathe, I feel severe pain.

I have no power, so no reason to fight.

But that's not right.

I know better than anyone that I have no power.

But you can't stop because of this, even if you die, you can't stop.

Someone knocked lightly on the door. Yamamoto Tadakuni turned his head and looked over. Yuki-onna, who was wearing an OL outfit, leaned against the door and looked in.

"Is it better?" she asked.

"Captain Niijima." Yamamoto Tadakuni said in a hoarse voice: "Seniors, they are all dead."

Despite her preparations, Risa Niijima still felt dizzy when the news was confirmed.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated in her mind. The gaping mouth, wreckage, screams, leaves, sand and gravel - all tightly intertwined and hit her slender shoulders.

This feeling is too uncomfortable and too familiar.

Risa Niijima rubbed her sore temples and came to the hospital bed.

"Tell me about that night."

Intermittent speech sounded, and the ordinary but great little people shone with eternal brilliance in memory.

Risa Niijima just listened quietly.

The light from the incandescent lamp above his head was no longer peaceful, but more like living shards of glass, constantly piercing through the skin and piercing his heart.

Heads, severed arms, intestines, and livers kept passing by, and a paper face emerged in the depths of memory, and then disappeared, like fleeting bubbles.

Those are never to be seen again.

After Yamamoto Tadakuni finished speaking, he looked into her eyes, hoping to see a sad expression on her who was as cold as a snow girl.

But apart from the swollen eye circles from staying up late, there was nothing abnormal on her face.

The clock was ticking, slow and loud.

In the end, Yamamoto Tadakuni waited for nothing.

Niijima Risa just said lightly: "Take good care of your wounds, and we'll talk about what's going on after the wounds heal."

After speaking, she stood up and walked out the door.

"Captain Niijima." Yamamoto Tadakuni gritted his teeth and asked stubbornly: "Have you ever liked Inoue-senpai?"

"No."

"He missed you until he died."

"Thank you very much, I will remember."

Coming out of the ward, Risa Niijima stood in the long corridor decorated with a long string of small lights and slowed down for a long time before walking out slowly along the corridor.

Walking downstairs, there is no one around, and the sky is as dull as concrete.

From somewhere, there was the sound of water falling.

It turned out to be raining again.

Risa Niijima came to a small, heavily guarded building, and in front of her was the familiar, heavy, opaque door.

Before pushing the door open, she looked up at the oppressive night.

Fate has no mercy, God's night has no end.

The body is just time, time that keeps passing.

A person's life may not always be magnificent and soul-stirring. What determines how we live are often those life scenes that are staged every day and are all ending.

Flying and jumping like dust in the night sky, it is just like our whole life, but some people try their best to dance the dust out of light.

When I lowered my head, a light seemed to light up in the dark night. The moment the withered flowers bloomed, the translucent petals showed a psychedelic color that was almost golden.

Walking in the door, it is an empty hall.

A lamp hangs from the roof, emitting soft green light outside the green glass lampshade,
A red-painted solid wood bookcase, a pendulum clock hung above the bookshelf, and a huge steel table in the middle of the room, which was full of sundries, bound handwritten information books, scattered pens, yellowed printing paper, etc.

A rough and handsome middle-aged man with a thick black beard looked up from the steel table.

"Section Chief Aramaki." Niijima Risa nodded slightly and came to him.

Daisuke Aramaki propped his chin with both hands, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

"Tadakuni Yamamoto has woken up."

"Is there any important information?"

"A spider demon whose spiritual power fluctuates by 9000-10000 points is definitely a web bride."

Daisuke Aramaki's expression became solemn. He stood up and walked heavily to the information cabinet on the side. He bent down and searched for a while before finding a pile of information from it.

Returning to the steel table, he threw the materials to Niijima Risa, then leaned back in the chair, and pressed his fingers around the eye sockets.

Risa Niijima picked up the information and flipped through it.

It records a battle that took place ten years ago.

A group of monsters led by Crow Tengu launched an attack on Sensoji Temple.

The battle lasted for three days and four nights, killing 1200 people, and the residences near Sensoji Temple were also reduced to ruins during the battle.

A sense of powerlessness took hold of Risa Niijima.

She had personally witnessed the battle ten years ago, because at that time, her home lived near Sensoji Temple.

No one would want to go through that hellish scene again.

In the cracks of the years, the original memory has become a garbage piled up with broken pictures. Even if you think about it for a whole day, it is difficult to piece together a complete picture.

In some ways, this may be a good thing.

Risa Niijima comforted herself like this, and turned her doubtful eyes to Daisuke Aramaki.

Do those things have anything to do with the Sendagaya Tunnel today?

Daisuke Aramaki turned around and looked outside at the window sill.

With his back to her, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't bear to turn his head to face her.

"At the end of that battle, Yatengu was besieged by Shinto and was seriously injured. After fleeing to Senjuin, he was sealed under the cemetery by the Tokugawa family with a Yata mirror."

"In the past ten years, the fluctuations in the spiritual power of Sendagaya that we have detected show a downward trend year by year."

Niijima Risa suddenly felt a chill, "The section chief means that Yatengu is using the grievances in the cemetery to restore his own strength, and the new bride appeared in Sendagaya to help him break the seal ?”

"It's just a guess. It would be better if it wasn't, but I'm afraid it's true."

Daisuke Aramaki thought for a moment and issued a battle plan.

"Captain Niijima, please lead the team personally to the Xianshouyuan Cemetery to investigate the current status of the seal."

"Inside the tunnel, I will contact the Asakusa Shrine and ask them to deal with it." Daisuke Aramaki looked at the ceiling in a daze, and said in words that only he could hear: "After all, the whole thing is true, and it belongs to their Natsuki family. Housework."

(End of this chapter)