I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 237 Black Robe Priest
The new vortex that appeared on the game map was gray and white like the Pingjiangmen before and the gate of hell now.

"Ghost...ghost?!"

Tsukage Chikusa cried out in surprise.

"Zhen coconut...a name I've never heard of..."

He just felt that the ups and downs of life were too fast, which was really exciting.

After a while, the gray-white vortex named "Zhen Coconut" suddenly shrank into an almost invisible gray dot, and then quickly moved from its original position to the corner of the map.

"Although I don't know what happened, the original two new works have merged into powerful ghosts and gods, and inherited the original transmission rules... Is this related to the 'work' using the projection of real objects, or is it that Is there something in the house that allows the pieces to come together?"

Tsukage Chikusa with a frenzied expression quickly typed on the keyboard with both hands.

Whether it was Ping Jiangmen last time or Zhen Coconut this time, it seemed that they were combined with real legends to get the chance to be promoted to ghosts and gods.

He decided to comprehensively analyze the rules of "Sadako" and "Cursed Honya", as well as relevant information about the haunted house, in order to try to crack the secret of the fusion of works into ghosts and gods.

If we can figure out the law, wouldn't it be possible to artificially create ghosts and gods?
As for Sako... who is it?
……

A few days later, Narita Airport.

"It's been ten years, and the blue sky in Tokyo is still so close to the earth... It's been a long time, the breath of peace..."

A middle-aged black man with curly hair carrying a suitcase, wearing a black Roman-collared gown and a cross on his chest, sighed in heavily accented but unusually neat Japanese while walking down the escalator from the plane.

Looking up at the sky in front of him, he greedily took a deep breath like tasting fine wine, with a look of nostalgia, pain and determination intertwined on his face.

On the originally crowded escalator, his surroundings were unusually empty.

Although he had a very kind smile on his face, due to his height of more than 1.9 meters, his muscular muscles that could not be covered by a black robe, and his dazzling white teeth that could blind people's eyes when he smiled...

The passengers who were getting off the plane at the front and rear of him either ran away or hesitated.

"Uncle Siena."

At the pick-up port, there were already people waiting there.

It was a petite girl with different colored pupils and golden double ponytails.

"Oh!!!! Ayano-chan, long time no see, she's still so petite and cute..."

Looking carefully at the girl in front of him, the middle-aged black man named "Siena" showed a real smile, and his white teeth shone with a warm light.

"It's been ten years since we met last time, but I'm not happy at all when Uncle Siena made such an evaluation..."

Mochizuki Ayano pretended to be angry and complained.

Unlike ordinary children, Mochizuki Ayano, who has a photographic memory, remembers every detail of every moment of her life clearly.

Just like the materials stored in the archives, they can be read and played back at any time.

This uncle named "Siena San Diego" was her mother's best friend.

The last time the two met was back when she was six years old.

To get such an evaluation from the other party, wouldn't it mean that her efforts in the past ten years have all been in vain, and she has not developed at all.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, uncle's Japanese is not good... The Lord said, although you are small at first, you will eventually develop."

The black-robed priest remedied with a sneer.

Looking at the little girl who was still crying when we parted last time, and now she has grown into a juicy and independent girl, Siena was naturally relieved and tears filled her eyes.

He stretched out his hand as if he was going to touch the other person's head, but he took it back resentfully under Mochizuki Ayano's eyes.

A slightly fuzzy face in his memory reappeared clearly in his mind.

Really, more and more alike.

"This one is my partner, the deputy head of Section [-], Takeshi Iwata."

Mochizuki Ayano ably introduced to Siena the equally tall Takeshi Iwata beside her.

"The Vatican, the Inquisition, the black-robed priest, Siena."

Siena smiled slightly, and shook hands with Takeshi Iwata, who was only a few centimeters shorter than him.

"This……"

The two held hands, and Takeshi Iwata showed a surprised expression for a moment.

It wasn't because the black priest's arm was too strong, or because he took the opportunity to shake hands with him and squeezed his palm.

It's because there is a thick layer of exaggerated calluses between the other party's thumb and index finger, the left and right sides of the index finger, and the palm.

The thick cocoons in these positions, of course, can't be punched...the only ones that can be punched out can only be spear cocoons.

"Iwata-kun, you seem to be an expert with guns too, where did you serve in the military?"

Seeming to see through the other party's thoughts, Siena smiled frankly and asked questions.

"Not in the military, but trained in Finland..."

"Finland? The White Reapers are sniper guys. That kind of fighting style doesn't have any passion at all."

Siena called out the number of the secret unit he was trained in, and Takeshi Iwata looked serious: "Your Excellency... how did you know?"

"The calluses of the first knuckle of the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and third knuckle of the little finger... aren't they all written on your hand?"

Smiling and talking, Siena opened the door first and got into the black commercial vehicle on the side of the road.

"How about some ramen for lunch? I've lived in the Middle East for more than ten years, where the birds don't lay eggs and you have to worry about soap bombs in the shower. I'm super super super super... I miss Japanese food!"

Only Takeshi Iwata was left outside the car door, looking at his right hand in a daze.

Unlike ordinary gunners, snipers don't shoot often, but they usually press their index finger firmly on the trigger guard when waiting for a fighter. One knuckle will also have a special gun cocoon.

This black priest didn't seem to be as careless as he seemed, but he had insight into so much information within a handshake.

After all, where is the sacred...

"Uncle Siena, he is the only representative of the Holy See who has survived the war in the Middle East for more than ten years."

Mochizuki Ayano, who was behind him, said softly.

"Uncle Siena made a special detour to Tokyo to transit back to the Vatican. There must be something important, right?"

The commercial vehicle was driving on the road, Mochizuki Ayano pretended to ask casually.

Japan is privately known as one of the last "Forbidden Lands of God" that hindered the globalization of Christianity.

Christianity was introduced to Japan with the missionary Sabillo in 1549, and after localization, it gradually gained the recognition of the Japanese.

Later, because of the rapid development of Christians and conflicts between teachings and traditional Japanese culture, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and the subsequent Tokugawa shogunate issued bans many times to prohibit Christian missionaries from setting foot on Japanese soil.

This behavior led to subsequent Christian rebellions such as the Shimabara Rebellion initiated by Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

The tradition of resisting Christianity is still carried on by the Japanese royal family and government.

Because the Holy Light of Christianity can easily cause gorgeous "miracles" and mislead the public, etc., in principle, Christian exorcists cannot stay in Japan for a long time.

"Hey, Uncle, I have worked so hard for so long in a place in the Middle East where there is no toilet paper and everything is solved by a pipe. Of course, I want to take this opportunity to return to the Holy See to report on my work and come to Japan for vacation and visit. Visiting an old friend."

Hearing Mochizuki Ayano's question, Siena looked excitedly at the rapidly receding streets on both sides, and answered casually.

"The Lord said, don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have its own worries."

Seeing the heartless appearance of the other party, Mochizuki Ayano frowned and stopped talking.

Although I am very happy that my old friend visited Japan...

But if this old man happens to be a powder keg that may cause trouble at any time, it's no wonder that Lesson [-] attaches so much importance to it.

(End of this chapter)