While Sosuke Araki was busy "fighting mice", Ryoma was wearing a police uniform and sitting in a sentry box next to Shinjuku Gyoen, dozing off.

After Sosuke Araki left during the day, he went to the custom shop he frequented to experience a "new trick", which consumed a lot of physical strength, and he was already sleepy to death at the moment.

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

"Sand ...... Rustle......"

Just before the second two, Ryoma was sleeping with his head propped up in his palm, and there was a noise from the communicator.

"Is there signal interference?"

Ryoma, who was woken up, glanced at the communicator unhappily.

The police communicator is very old, and although it is set up in the Metropolitan Police Department's encrypted channel, it is still occasionally interfered with by the communications sent by some radio amateurs.

Just as he was falling asleep again, the sound of "rustling" came from the communicator again.

"What the......"

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

In the cacophony of the communicator, a man's voice could be faintly heard.

"What? Moxi Moxie ...... Which boring guy is playing a prank......"

This communicator, which can connect several guard boxes in Shinjuku City, must be a guy who has slept enough during the day and spoofs here at night.

"Yo, this is the Shinjuku Gyoen Gyoen Police Pavilion...... The colleague is requested to follow the police communication guidelines and not to occupy the communication channel unnecessarily...... OVER”

Two days ago, Ryoma picked up the communicator and preached seriously.

After the lecture, the communicator was really quiet.

Before the two, Ryoma continued to doze off contentedly.

"Sand ...... Rustling...... Save...... Help me...... Cold...... It's so cold......"

After a while, the voice sounded again.

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

"Is anyone calling for help...... This is the Shinjuku Gyoen Gyoen Police Pavilion...... Please inform me of your location...... OVER”

Two days ago, Ryoma immediately picked up the communicator and replied.

There was silence in the communicator.

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

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

"Ah, Okita, you're on duty, right...... Did you hear the cry for help on the communicator just now? What, you just fell asleep and didn't hear anything? Can't you wake up so loudly? You don't ...... during the day."

After chatting with his colleague for a few words, Ryoma's face became a little strange again.

Okita, who was also on duty nearby, didn't seem to hear the noise from the communicator.

Let's say what Okita said is true......

Second, Ryoma took out a map of Tokyo from under his desk, took out a pen and drew on it.

"Here's my location, here's Okita's location......"

He used his pen to point two dots on the map.

"The effective distance of the cluster walkie-talkie is 15-30 km...... If the other party's signal just happens to cover me, but it can't reach Okita, then my location is probably the limit of the other party's signal......"

Second, Ryoma immediately deduced a fan-shaped area on the map.

"In this range, there are radio amateurs playing pranks...... Occupy the police encrypted channel, but it is a crime, if you want to... If a large-scale manhunt is carried out in this area... Wait, what's the matter with me, am I too bored to think about this kind of thing......"

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

This time, the communicator did not ring again.

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

In his dream, he seemed to be back in the custom shop......

"Sand ...... Rustling...... Save me...... Rustling...... I...... It's so cold......"

Towards three o'clock in the middle of the night, there was another murmur on the communicator.

This time, the man's voice was clearer.

Two days ago, Ryoma was woken up again, and the blue tendons on his forehead exploded.

"Uncle Ben is busy enlightening unemployed young men and saving young women who have lost their feet during the day, and he has to listen to your noisy guy at night...... Where the hell are you bastard, just let me catch you......"

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

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

"Sand ...... Rustling...... I...... In the ......"

Inside the communicator, which had been turned off, the man's voice came again.

"You...... After...... Face ......"

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

Through the glass of the police box, there was nothing but the black vegetation of Shinjuku Gyoen Gyoen.

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

A damp, pale man with red spots, and his skin swelling and stacked on top of each other was tilting his head and pressing his eyeballs against the glass in front of the police booth, staring straight at him.

Ryoma was so frightened that he immediately pointed the gun in his hand at the other party.

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

“…… Eye-catching? Or is it the aphrodisiac drink that I drank today, which has a hallucinogenic effect? ”

Looking around at the quiet police booth, Ryoma's whole body was already soaked with sweat before the second day.

"I ...... Good...... Cold...... Help me......"

The voice came again.

It's just that what made Ryoma's whole body stiff before the second was ......

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

He turned around, and the terrifying-looking man, who was touching the tip of his nose to the tip of his nose, grabbed him by the neck.

As he got closer, he saw that the pink-marked, swollen rotten skin on the other party's face was the characteristic of the drowned man.

Two years ago, Ryoma subconsciously kicked under the opponent's crotch, but the opponent's iron tong-like arm was completely unmoved.

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

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

Shrouded in an unprecedented feeling of suffocation, his consciousness gradually blurred......

At this moment, a ball of fire suddenly exploded in his trouser pocket, rushing onto the man's body.

The man who grabbed him by the neck burned all over his body with the flow of firelight, let out a painful wail, and slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"Hoo ......"

I don't know how long it took, but Ryoma, who was lying on all fours on the ground of the police booth, opened his eyes and gasped for air.

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

The strong smell of yellow liquid was flowing in his hands, making him tremble again.

Looking down at his soaked pants, Ryoma breathed a sigh of relief and scolded, "Damn!" ”

He was scared out of a nightmare.