I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

While Sosuke Araki was busy "catching mice", Ryoma was wearing a police uniform before the second, sitting in the guard box next to Shinjuku Gyoen, dozing off.

After Zongsuke Araki left during the day, he went to the custom shop he often visited to experience a "new trick", which consumed a lot of physical energy and was already sleepy at the moment.

In the simple tin box, there is only a set of dilapidated tables and chairs and a large police communicator.

"Sand...Sand..."

Just before 2nd, when Ryoma was sleeping with his palm propped on his head, a noise came from the communicator.

"Is there signal interference?"

Ryoma, who was awakened by Erqian, glanced at the communicator unhappily.

This police communicator is very old. Although it is set on an encrypted channel dedicated to the Metropolitan Police Department, it is occasionally interfered with by some radio enthusiasts.

Just as he fell asleep again, the voice of "Shushasha" came from the communicator again.

"This shit..."

"Sand...Sand...I...I'm so cold...Sand..."

Amidst the noise of the communicator, a man's voice was faintly heard.

"Huh? Mosimosi... which boring guy is pranking..."

This communicator can connect to several sentry boxes in Shinjuku. It must be someone who slept well during the day and spoofed here at night.

"Yo, this is the Shinjuku Gyoen Police Booth... please abide by the police communication guidelines and don't use communication channels needlessly... OVER"

Before the second, Ryoma picked up the communicator and started to teach seriously.

After preaching, the communicator side really fell silent.

Before the second, Ryoma continued to doze contentedly.

"Sha...shasha...help...help me...cold...so cold..."

After a while, the voice sounded again.

This time, the male voice in the murmur was clear again.

"Is anyone calling for help... This is the Shinjuku Gyoen Police Booth... Please tell me where you are... OVER"

Before the second, Ryoma immediately picked up the communicator and replied.

There was silence in the communicator.

"That fellow Okita, remember that he was also on the night shift today, right?"

To be on the safe side, Ryoma took out his cell phone before the second and dialed the phone of another colleague at a nearby police booth.

"Ah, Okita, are you on duty, right... Did you hear the call for help in the communicator just now? What, you just fell asleep and didn't hear any sound? Doesn't it wake you up so loudly? You? This guy doesn't know how during the day..."

After chatting with colleagues for a few words, Ryoma's face became a little weird before the second.

Okita, who was also on duty nearby, did not seem to hear the noise in the communicator.

Assuming that what Okita said is true...

Before the second, Ryoma took out a map of Tokyo from under the table and took out a pen to draw on it.

"Here is my position, this is Okita's position..."

He clicked two points on the map with his pen.

"The effective distance of the trunked walkie-talkie is 15-30 kilometers... If the other party's signal can cover me but cannot reach Okita, then my location is probably the limit range of the other party's signal..."

Before the second, Ryoma immediately inferred a fan-shaped area on the map.

"In this area, there are radio enthusiasts playing pranks... occupying the police encrypted channel, but criminal behavior, if you want to... carry out a large-scale raid in this area... wait, what does this have to do with me, I am too bored Do you think about this kind of thing..."

Drowsiness struck again. Before the second, Ryoma simply pressed the clerk of the communicator and continued to doze off.

This time, the communicator did not ring again.

Before the second, Ryoma put his hands on his chin, and quickly snored.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the custom shop...

"Sand...Sand...Save me...Sand...I...so cold..."

Approaching three o'clock in the middle of the night, noise came from the communicator again.

This time, the man's voice became clearer.

Before the second, Ryoma was awakened again, and his forehead burst into blue veins.

"My uncle is busy enlightening unemployed young men and saving young women who have missed their feet during the day, and listening to you this guy making noise at night...Where is you bastard? Just let me catch you..."

He picked up the communicator and yelled, but suddenly closed his mouth.

The power indicator light of the communicator in front of me is clearly off...

"Sand...Sand...I...in..."

The man's voice came from the communicator that had been clearly closed.

"You...behind...face..."

Before the second, Ryoma's back was cold, and he threw away the communicator in his hand, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pointed it back quickly.

Through the glass of the police box, there is nothing but the dark vegetation of Shinjuku Gyoen.

"Huh... I'm really too sensitive..." Before the second, Ryoma breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to study what was going on with that communicator.

A man with wet body, pale with red spots, and swollen skin stacked on top of each other, was tilting his head and putting his eyeballs on the glass in front of the police booth, looking straight at him.

Before the second, Ryoma was so scared that he immediately pointed the gun in his hand at the opponent.

As the pistol pointed, there was nothing in front of the police booth, as if the man had never appeared.

"...Did you look at the dazzling eyes? Or the aphrodisiac drink I drank today, which has not been recovered, has a hallucinogenic effect?"

Looking around the quiet police booth, Ryoma's body was already drenched with sweat before the second.

"I...well...cold...help me..."

The voice appeared again.

However, what made Ryoma stiff before the second was...

That voice, this time not from the communicator, but from behind him.

He turned around. The scary-looking man was touching the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose and pinched his neck.

When he got close, he could see clearly that the pink markings and swollen rotting skin on the opponent's face were the characteristics of a drowning person.

Before the second, Ryoma kicked the opponent's crotch subconsciously, but the opponent's iron-like arm was completely unmoved.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of yellow and rotten water poured in from the cracks in the doors and windows of the police booth, instantly flooding the entire police booth.

The man's iron-like hands and the muddy water flow from nowhere made Ryoma unable to breathe at all.

Under the unprecedented suffocation, his consciousness gradually blurred...

At this moment, in his trouser pocket, a ball of fire suddenly burst into the man's body.

The man pinching his neck, his whole body burned with the flow of fire, wailing in pain, slowly turning into black smoke and dissipating.

"call……"

I don't know how long it took, Erqian Ryoma, who was lying on the ground of the police booth with his feet upside down, opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

He looked around blankly, the police booth was as dry and tidy as ever, and there was no horrible man, he must have fallen asleep.

The yellow liquid with a strong scent was flowing on his hand, making his heart tremble again.

Looking down at the drenched pants, Ryoma breathed a sigh of relief before the second, and cursed: "Damn!"

He was shocked by a nightmare.

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