I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 403 Visitation
A series of questions about what happened behind that door, the change in his left eye, etc., have troubled Sousuke Araki for a whole month.

As for Mochizuki Ayano, the only one who knows the truth, her condition remains a mystery.

In the early morning after the Menglanbon Festival, Sosuke Araki kicked through a certain iron gate and returned from the unknown world behind the gate.

After waking up in the hospital, Mochizuki Ayano, who was originally held in his arms, has long since disappeared.

After that, no matter how Araki Sousuke asked, the old man Tokimoto who oppressed him with many identities such as "President of Kotori Yumayumi", "Uncle of Mai Hanyu", "Master of Kengo Yamada" did not respond positively over him.

The other party just made an agreement with Sousuke Araki to let him go to Kawasaki Daishiji Temple first, and then explain the situation to him after completing a one-month "retreat and practice".

"Hey, instead of telling you, it would be more convincing to take you to meet her now, right?"

"What, go, go see her?"

"Who? Mochizuki?"

"When? Now?"

Hearing his words, the three people in front of them suddenly became excited.

Tokimoto Ichiro put the tea in his hand back on the table, and smiled crookedly at the bewildered three.

"Yes, go now."

……

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

Led by a nurse, Sousuke Araki walked down the dark and pale corridor.

Walking side by side with him are naturally Kotori Yumami, Yamada Kengo and Tokimoto Ichiro.

White walls, white floors, white furniture, and the smell of disinfectant...

The "research institute" that Chairman Tokimoto called this, feels more like a hospital to Sousuke Araki.

Although he didn't like the indifference of this place, but when he stepped here, he felt relieved.

When President Ben suddenly said "I will take you to see her now", he actually felt a little palpitation and apprehension.

After all, when he regained consciousness, kicked through the iron door and returned to the Tibetan apartment in a daze, the blood-covered Ayano Mochizuki in his arms, who looked poignant and desperate, often appeared in his dreams in the past month.

Judging from the current situation, the old man didn't take him directly to the cemetery, at least it means that girl...

After losing Xingping and Lizi, he didn't want to see anyone he knew leave.

After passing identity verification, walking through several iron gates, and being disinfected layer by layer, several people put on disposable protective clothing and entered a closed sterile ward.

Through a piece of transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, the girl that everyone cared about appeared in front of them so naturally.

In the room behind the glass, Mochizuki Ayano, wearing a hospital gown, was lying quietly on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, holding a ruby-like conch in her hand.

Numerous guardianship and life support equipment are connected to her petite body.

The originally fluffy and lovely golden shoulder-length curly hair seems to be cut like a little boy for the convenience of care.

She who is usually aggressive, now looks as petite and fragile as a porcelain doll.

There was a heavy silence in the room, only the ticking of instruments could be heard.

"Wang Yueshi..."

Looking at the familiar face behind the glass, Sousuke Araki couldn't help but see the image of the other party humming "I don't need you to visit me" in his mind.

However, she can only lie motionless now, unable to do anything.

"Ayano-chan!"

As if afraid of breaking the silence in the room, Kou Yumaumi covered her mouth vigorously, but couldn't stop the big crystals from sliding down from her eye sockets.

She couldn't get in touch with Mochizuki Ayano, so she vaguely guessed that the other party must have been seriously injured.

However, when the cruel reality is in front of you, the real sense of shock cannot be replaced by any imagination.

"When she was sent, in fact, she lost an eyeball and suffered from excessive blood loss. Under the most advanced medical conditions in Japan, she has almost recovered..."

The nurse on the side introduced the situation softly to everyone, and looked at Mochizuki Ayano with love in her eyes.

"...But, for some reason, her consciousness could not be recovered."

"Wait! You said you lost your eyes..."

Hearing her words, Araki Sousuke suddenly realized something, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice suddenly rose.

Yu Masumi, the little bird beside him, gently tugged at his sleeve, reminding him to keep his voice down.

"...lost an eye? Which one?"

Araki Sousuke took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down his emotions, and asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, yes, it's...the left eye..."

Being watched by this blond and black man full of criminal aura with such fierce eyes mixed with sadness, the nurse subconsciously picked up the folder in her hand and put it on her chest.

"Left... left eye? Hehe... I see..."

Hearing this expected answer, Araki Sousuke smiled palely.

"I just said, even if I have European ancestry, it is impossible for my pupil color to undergo a genetic mutation in adulthood."

Gently covering his left eye under the blindfold, Araki Sousuke's expression became more and more complicated.

"Moreover, even the size of the pupils seems to be smaller than before..."

"So what I see is the world you've been seeing?"

Thinking of Mochizuki Ling Nai looking at such a terrifying world since he was born, he felt uncomfortable.

What happened in the world behind that huge dark red door...

She actually let Mochizuki Ayano choose to give herself her left eye in a certain way.

Is it to get out of that place, or to save myself?
All these questions may only be answered when Mochizuki Ayano wakes up.

However, from the moment when various speculations arose spontaneously in his heart, an inexplicable sense of guilt and guilt began to gnaw at Sousuke Araki's heart like a piranha.

"After a joint diagnosis by the Spirit Eliminators Association and the research institute, it seems that she forcibly launched some kind of forbidden technique, causing the soul in her body to be torn in two."

Tokimoto Ichiro looked at Mochizuki Ayano behind the glass and sighed heavily.

"Soul, tear? So, can't you think of a way to cure her?"

Araki Sosuke turned around and grabbed Tokimoto Ichiro's wrist.

Kengo Yamada, who was on the side, comforted softly: "Senior Araki, if you want to heal the torn soul, that is something that only the legendary gods can do."

From ancient times to the present, the human soul has always been the most mysterious and unexplorable field.

"That's right, in the past month, whether it's the research institute or the Spirit Eliminators Association, they have tried various methods...but the result is just what you've seen so far."

Speaking of this, Tokimoto Ichiro also showed deep self-blame on his thinner and thinner face.

After all, on that night ten years ago, he promised his good friend to take good care of this child.

Now, such a situation has arisen, and he is naturally to blame.

(End of this chapter)