Ruiji was so frightened that she almost pulled out her sword and blocked it in front of her, throwing a few more smoke and tear gas runes.

The old man who appeared inexplicably was rickety, about 70 years old, his skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his arm was like dry wood under the cuffs of his three-quarter sleeve chef's suit.

A pair of bloodshot cloudy eyeballs swirled in the sunken sockets, and the discomfort of being licked by a snake hyacinth was felt when stared at. It seemed as if in the next second, the two eyeballs would roll to the ground, leaving two blood-drenched hollows in their place.

He was carrying a large black plastic bag in both hands, which was so stuffed that some liquid seeped out of the gap in the plastic bag and fell to the floor drop by drop.

A dark liquid with a viscous texture and a strong, pungent smell of rust.

"Hell."

Using the common sense of this world, I must have "encountered" a strange story. When you encounter strange talk that asks for your will, it is best not to look at it, listen to it, and do not answer, once you answer them, you will be killed or assimilated by the strange talk and become a part of the strange talk.

She just went out to find her sister home, and just after the forced landing, she encountered strange talks, and she didn't know how troublesome it would be.

Ruiji took out a rune, didn't bother to see which one it was, threw it down and ran. The condition for the rune to activate was to touch the ground, and a burst of blue light lit up, and a circular circle with a radius of three meters appeared on the ground, followed by a dazzling white bright light.

The area covered by the circle faded under the influence of the bright light, and the runes had a strong visual interference effect for a full minute.

One minute was enough time for Ruiji to leave the weird izakaya a long way, and the broom was broken, so she had to run as hard as she could, leaving the hellish place first.

The witch's physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary people, and she runs very easily, and she does not pant for more than two kilometers in a row, just sweating a little.

It was probably because the strange izakaya was left far behind, and there was no longer a shadow to be seen, so Ruiji slowed down.

She first took out her mobile phone and used Link, a popular social software among witches, to send a few messages to Shizuru. The bottom right corner of the message is always "unread" and there is no reply.

The lack of a reply was the most anxious, and Ruiji tried to call Shizuru again.

"The person you are calling is not in the service area, please dial again later......"

On the other end of the phone, there was an emotionless businesslike female voice, and then there was a piercing electric sound, and the eardrum was hit by sound waves, and the pain was so great that it was almost torn apart.

Riji's head began to swell and pain, and she experienced intense dizziness. The dizziness lasted a little long, and she didn't dare to let her guard down, so she had to move forward by holding on to the walls of the houses on both sides.

When I came back to my senses, I was already standing at the entrance to the station in Hyakunencho, Shinjuku Ward.

This station is operated by the state-run East Japan Railway Company, abbreviated as JR East. This train will take you to a nearby station and transfer to the most famous Yamanote Line in Japan, which will take you directly to your sister's location.

It is very inconvenient to buy a ticket temporarily, Ruiji uses a stored value ticket, when entering the turnstile, show the mobile phone barcode scanning, enter the station and wait, wait for the bus to get off the station and scan it again, deduct the corresponding money, and save the trouble of using paper tickets.

Generally speaking, witches take public transportation in Japan either to experience life or to have broken brooms. Riji falls into the latter category and only feels very helpless.

To repair a broom, you have to go to a repair shop in Shibuya and find a repairman witch who knows how to repair old brooms, and you can't be too young. Contemporary young repairman witches have only learned how to repair new models of brooms, and the old models that have been eliminated in the past are troublesome to repair, and even more troublesome to learn, and gradually fade out of their field of vision.

Riji can't afford to buy a new one, so she's been using the old things left behind by her two mothers.

It's definitely too late to find a repair shop now, so it's better to merge with Silent Stream first.

"I hope people are okay...... This kid is really not worrying. ”

She used her mobile phone to check the ticket and passed through the silver metal turnstile, although she did not receive a reminder that the deduction was successful, thinking that there might be something wrong with the turnstile. Although the turnstiles of Japan Railways are carefully and meticulously done, there is no guarantee that there will be absolutely no problems.

Several social animal witches who had just gotten off work scanned the barcode in front of the turnstile with tired faces, and also followed her into the station and took the downward elevator to the waiting platform.

Nippon Railway's platforms are divided into island and side types, and the platform at this station is island-like and located in the middle of two railway tracks that extend forward, like an island surrounded by the sea.

There are very few people waiting for the bus today, only a few people.

The witch in professional attire carried a briefcase, stared down at her mobile phone, sat or stood, focusing on the small screen without saying a word, her face was pale, as if a thick layer of wall ash had been smeared, lifeless.

Being nosy is not Riji's style, and she doesn't bother to ask others why they don't ride a broom to work and wait at the train stop. Talking to strangers can be offensive, unless they are also talkative.

It was only 9:30 p.m., and the station was as deserted as one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, with no new passengers coming in the elevator and the platform on the opposite side empty.

The blood-colored moonlight shrouded the platform in a silent and solemn atmosphere, and when Ruiji turned his head, he found that the several social animal witches who had just bowed their heads and played with their mobile phones were gone, and she was the only one left waiting for the train on the entire platform.

On the other side, there is no tram arrival, and there is no arrival announcement at the tram stop to remind passengers to board the train. She had no clue where the witches had gone, and she didn't even hear the footsteps of walking.

Maybe they took it on a different route. Japan's train lines are so intricate that you don't have to be stuck on one line to change trains before you can get there.

Ritch took out a gray hoodie jacket from her backpack and draped it over her body, but she didn't think it was enough, so she immediately pulled the zipper to her throat and put her hands in her pockets.

The temperature on the station platform was surprisingly low, and it was impossible for the open platform to be air-conditioned, and the chill came from nowhere. Red is supposed to be the color that makes people feel warm, and the blood moon not only does not bring a trace of warmth, but also constantly robs body temperature.

Sleeping here for one night could freeze to death.

The stop sign with "Okubo" written on it flickered on and off, and the dull-colored light tube emitted a sizzling noise, which flickered violently a few times before going out and never lit up again.

A roar came from the railroad tracks on the left, and a silver and green steel dragon sped from the red and black night towards the platform, with a flat nose and large JR lettering printed on the side.

The tram travels some distance and gradually decreases its speed. The tram doors are double-open, and they open automatically to both sides when stopped. Riji got into the car from the nearest door and found a random seat to sit.

The carriage was empty, too, with only one passenger.