Autumn.

Animals in temperate and cold regions generally store fat or food during the season.

On the streets of Shinjuku, a large number of office workers still flock to the company along the Shinkansen, subway, or light rail.

However, unlike in the past, the atmosphere in Shinjuku and the entire city of Tokyo is much more tense. The streets were littered with the shadows of soldiers and six-legged armored vehicles.

"Okay, that's no problem." At the top of the ladder of the maintenance truck, a worker who had just installed a camera beckoned to his companion below.

With the sound of Didi, the elevator slowly descended.

Although both the driver and the worker would like to drive directly to the next installation site, it is a violation of the lift truck operating procedures to do so. Under the strict safety regulations, people don't want to bear the punishment of losing their jobs.

The car slowly drove away, and in an alley passing by, several cleaning staff wearing khaki cleaner uniforms were operating a steam cleaner to clean the rusty red moss in the alley.

"Hey! Fujita, burn this! The seniors of the cleaning team shouted at Fujita deeper in the alley.

"Hey! (Yes)," Fujita replied, immediately dragging the heavy steam pressure washer over there.

Where the elder stood, the walls on both sides of the alley had been taken over by the red moss that had mutated from the radiation, and even the corners had formed expanding nodules.

According to the company's training course a while ago and the government's new manual, if these protozoarities are just ordinary mosses, if they develop to this stage, the next stage is likely to give birth to some subtle tentacles on the basis of the nodules.

These paralyzing tentacles attack small creatures such as insects and mice, and moss gradually decomposes the carcasses of these creatures.

Fujita had cleaned up the lichenoma behind a garbage dump before, and the most disgusting thing was that the ghost thing was wrapped in dozens of shriveled corpses of rats.

Poof!

The sound of something hitting the ground came from around the corner of the alley ahead.

Fujita continued to walk forward, but the senior standing around the corner suddenly looked frightened.

"Senpai?" Fujita asked in a strange voice.

At this time, the senior turned his head a little tremblingly, his face pale and frightened: "Run!" ”

"Huh?!" Fujita didn't react yet, but only saw the figure of the senior running towards him, and there seemed to be a black shadow that suddenly "flickered".

In the next second, Fujita clearly saw that the seniors who were running towards him suddenly broke off.

To be precise, the middle of the upper body and the lower body is disconnected!

The inertia of his running was still there, and Fujita could even be sure that at that moment, the lower half of his senpai's body was still running forward two more steps before losing control.

His upper body quickly fell to the ground, and his intestines and some internal organs fell out, like pork liver falling out of a supermarket convenience bag and a large box of caviar.

Fujita was dumbfounded.

His afterglow saw that Yukiwa-kun and Sugimoto next to him were also stunned in place.

Then they saw the figure.

Slowly, from the shadow around the corner of the alley, a figure about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a black hoodie and jeans covered with blood, walked out.

Fujita also saw the thing that had severed his companion's body—the man's highly mutated right arm.

The tip of the whip-like arm, which resembles a myriad of blood-red ropes or snakes entwined together, grows a knife-like structure that is deformed into some kind of bone.

It seems that this mutant attacked the senior with his own arm.

Run!

The voice echoed in Fujita's ears, and in his extreme panic he didn't even know whose voice it was, or if he remembered the last cry of his predecessor before he died?

The three turned and fled into the street.

Whoosh——!

Behind him came the sound of a whip breaking through the wind, and Fujita's afterglow was not until he saw a black shadow flick like a wave that instantly straightened up and down—and a cloud of blood spurted wildly from the back of his companion in front of him.

The thing rolled back.

Almost instinctively, Fujita raised his right arm in front of his face.

Poof!

He continued to run forward a few steps, and finally broke out of the alley, the sun shining down on him. Blood gushed out from the broken wound in his right arm, and he felt a drop in body temperature almost in the follow-up run of just a dozen meters.

It was dark, and he fell to the ground.

Before he fell unconscious, he saw several soldiers running towards the intersection a few dozen meters away......

……

When the ——!

Kuribayashi threw the bullet from his chest into a small dish in front of the mirror. And among them, there are already four or five warheads of different sizes.

Since his body began to mutate, Kuribayashi has gone out hunting more than a dozen times.

On several occasions they were pursued by patrolling police and even soldiers.

If it weren't for his growing strength in the hunt, Kuribayashi felt that he might have been killed on a street somewhere.

However, even though the body is getting stronger and stronger, it is becoming more and more dangerous to go out hunting in the current situation in Tokyo.

'The streets are full of surveillance devices, and if you show your face, you will be hunted endlessly. Kuribayashi calmly recalled the problems found during these operations, trying to find a solution.

Bell bell bell ~~~

Kuribayashi picked up the phone, and Yokota's slightly heavy voice was on the other end: "Kuribayashi, I've been feeling a little unwell lately...... What about you? ”

Kuribayashi was silent for a moment.

He was a little unsure of Yokoda's condition.

Although the relationship between the two has always been very good, Kuribayashi, who has seen too much of the ugliness of human nature in extreme states, knows very well that he must be cautious enough if he wants to live.

"Ah~! Got a cold? yes, the flu has been really strong lately. Just take more medicine and ......," Kuribayashi said on the phone, pretending not to know anything.

"Oh, that's it......" Yokota's voice was a little low on the other end of the phone, and then he hung up the phone saying that he had something at hand.

Kuribayashi was silent.

The only sound in the small room was his own breathing for a moment.

Until there was a sudden grinding sound in the closet and a "whine" sound blocked by something.

Kuribayashi's face turned cold.

He got up and walked to the closet, the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to scare the contents of the closet, and the sound of squirming and rubbing stopped.

Kuribayashi opened the closet.

He reached out and lifted the covers over a large dog cage, revealing a young girl tied up and with a mouth ball.

Looking at the other party's frightened eyes, Kuribayashi scratched his hair and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone: "This can't be done~~~ Yuyi-chan!" If you want to keep breaking free of the rope and yelling outside......"

"I'm going to eat you~" In the dimly lit room, Kuribayashi's eyes glowed with scarlet light like nocturnal carnivores.