"Tick~Tick~Tick~"

Hurried sirens sound in the streets of Tokyo, and Yaezakura, nicknamed "October Sakura", falls in the bleak autumn breeze. The wheels rolled over the snow-white petals, and the road was filled with an air of urgency.

From television to radio, news is being released through a variety of media channels, and like blood pumped from the heart, information is transmitted to every street in Tokyo through electronic signals.

"This station is urgent, the emergency in Minami-do, Arakawa District, is suspected to be a terrorist attack......"

"The area from Shitamachi to Murozencho has been urgently blocked, so pedestrians and vehicles with traffic needs should be diverted as soon as possible......"

"The police are still investigating the further situation of the incident, but there are also some relevant rumors and videos on the Internet, which we are currently analyzing......"

The voice of the news host came from the television and several middle-aged drinkers drinking at the counter in an old izakaya in the adjacent suburbs of Arakawa Ward, although it was daytime.

"Even TV Tokyo has started broadcasting the news, and it's really rare to see such a big battle. I wonder what's going on in Shitamachi? ”

"An earthquake erupts or a nuclear power plant leaks? It is impossible ahead, and we must be able to feel the earthquake so closely. But the nuclear power plant leaked, and the nuclear power plant is not in the current town, right? ”

"Don't think about it...... Whether it's an earthquake or a nuclear power plant, if something happens, we should be evacuated here. ”

"I believe in the former, I'm afraid the latter is not necessarily, right?"

"Otherwise, it was a secret government experiment that got Godzilla out of the ground and swallowed everyone. Now the Self-Defense Forces are fighting monsters in the skies above the town, 'Boom!' It's like in Ultraman, ahhahaha! ”

"Don't say it, Godzilla really appears, and the only ones who will fight them in the sky over Tokyo are the Americans, hahahaha!"

Unscrupulous middle-aged people laugh drunkenly at the counter.

The behind the counter wiped their glasses and glanced sideways at them.

"What's going on? Didn't you just listen carefully to the news? ”

"Oops, I'm sorry, Sukiko-chan, I only pay attention to the size of the host's boobs when I watch the news."

"That's right, that's right, speaking of which, the TV Tokyo news host panorama just now was wearing black silk, and his legs are very good."

"Really?! Looks like I'm going to have to go back and look for the footage today. ”

The proprietress reluctantly put the wine glass on the table and threw them a wink-like wink.

"How many of you...... I really can't help it. ”

"What, is Sukiko-chan angry?"

"Fruit baa fruit, in fact, Sukiko-chan's breast is also very material~"

"If Sukiko-chan were twenty years younger, there would be nothing to do with that hostess!"

Amid the laughter of the drinkers in front of the cabinet, the proprietress shook her head.

"You guys...... Haven't you already said the first sentence in the news broadcast just now? Suspected of being a terrorist attack......"

"Terrorist attack?"

The drinkers were stunned for a moment.

One of the middle-aged drinkers burped and looked reminiscing.

"Huh...... In this way, is it another incident similar to 'Shinrikyo'?"

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly they all felt a little haze on each other's faces.

After a long time, one of the drinkers sighed, raised his glass, and poured himself a deep glass:

“…… It would be a shame if that were the case. Why didn't this incident happen at a villa in Chiyoda-ku?"

"It's just—even if it's a high-end apartment in Minato!"

The drinkers all showed expressions of deep regret, and they raised their glasses to each other, and the lively atmosphere was restored.

"You guys......"

The proprietress shook her head helplessly.

She began to pack up her other things, but the moment she lowered her head, it was as if she saw something passing by the door.

- Is it your own delusion?

With this shallow doubt, the proprietress lowered her head again and packed up her things.

But at this moment, a drinker next to him looked at his mobile phone, suddenly showed an excited smile, and shouted.

“…… Oh, my God! How can that be?"

The others in the izakaya looked sideways, and even the proprietress raised her head again and looked at him in surprise.

"What the hell are you screaming?!"

The other drinker said to him angrily.

"Hey, look at your phone, Yahoo Headlines...... Look, that's the live footage of the current incident in Shitamachi, and it's gone crazy now!"

…… Live recording?

The other drinkers and the hostess all took out their phones in confusion and searched for information about the incident.

A moment later, a series of exclamations rang out from the izakaya:

"How is that possible!"

"Oh my God?!"

……

When the sirens sounded one after another on the streets of Tokyo, and the snow-white petals of the October cherry blossoms fell to the ground one by one in the screaming sound of horns, and the town of Shitamachi to Morozencho was urgently blocked, the inside story of the incident went viral on the Internet, and the relevant public opinion was very loud.

In a remote corner of Arakawa Ward, on a rusty iron staircase, Mio Ito's feet stepped on the front of her house again.

Although through the heavy iron door, the voices of the men and women behind the door were still clear in her evolved ears.

"Hey, how long will it take to get this month's offering money?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I'm going to raise enough, I'm going to be able to ......."

"I've heard this too many times, you've been late in paying the offering money for five months in a row, and if you continue like this, the gods will be angry, and you won't be able to be saved by the King of Bliss, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Please give me a few more days...... I'll be ......."

"Don't just say I'm sorry, didn't the sect leader usually say it? Rather than saying 'I'm sorry', I want to say, 'I can do it.'" In this way, you can get the happiness bestowed by the Ming King...... Do you understand? ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"Tsk, I can't help it...... Hey, can't you really get the offering money? If you still can't get it, you can stay home and reflect on yourself at this month's pilgrimage. ”

"Can't go to the pilgrimage?! But, but...... This ...... alone"

"Since there is no way to worship King Ming, then King Ming will not be able to bless you, which is fair - wait, wait, what are you going to do, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Big brother, I, although I don't have money, but my body ......"

"Tsk, get out of the way! I don't know how many people have been on the sow, what do you think you are! Phew, that's bad luck! ”

The sound behind the door is getting louder and louder.

Mio Ito imprinted her palm on the door, and bright red blood gushed out, enveloping the entire door, and the blood that seeped into the keyhole formed the shape of the key, and the deadbolt was gently flicked, and the door opened silently.

The moment the door opened, the scene in the cramped living room was already in full view of Mio Ito's eyes.

Portraits, incense burners, put away mats, and in the center of the living room, a man and a woman arguing.

The woman clasped her hair and hugged the thighs of a young man in a robe, who tried to kick her away with disdain, but the former held on tightly.

"Trust me, I'll raise enough money! Don't leave me behind this month's pilgrimage, I want to be saved! ”

"Tsk......"

The man's staggering voice had not yet fully come out, and the light that suddenly shone in from outside the door had already attracted his attention.

"Hey...... You ......"

He looked at Mio Ito, who was standing at the door, with an incredible expression on his face.

And the woman also turned her head, looking at the girl who was exactly the same as the person she remembered, but her face had become completely different, and her eyes widened in astonishment—

"How...... How can it be...... You are...... Mio? ”

Mio Ito looked at the two of them and smiled slightly, her smile like a crystal without any impurities.

"Yes, Mom."