My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

The ghost hunters in Tokyo are actually not very tall people.

Most of the people gathered here are wandering samurai who lost their means of livelihood due to the Meiji Restoration.

Most of them do this dangerous business due to their bravery and courage.

A small number of them are true professionals.

Such as Onmyoji, monks and some dead soldiers who were once supported by the shogunate.

The changes of the times have destroyed the old order and classes, and the pain and death caused are not necessarily smaller than war.

People who have lost their livelihood, been abandoned by the nobles, and cannot adapt to the new era.

Just after the end of the war, there were countless corpses among the disasters and deaths.

Many demons were born and raised, and these ghost hunters and demons also faced the waves and impacts of the times.

Although I don't know how Aye, a vampire, knows where these ghost hunters gather.

But Tamaki Hikaru followed A Ye out the next day.

The heavy snowfall for several days has finally cleared up. If it weren't for the strange situation now, I would have felt a bit more excited about walking in the snow as the snow cleared.

But Tamaki Hikaru is not in this mood now, and Aye doesn't like Sunny either.

Holding a paper umbrella and making sure that the sun couldn't reach her, she followed Hikaru Tamashiro at a short distance.

In this era, streetcars were still a novelty and were only installed in a few major areas of Tokyo.

Following the jingling of the road bell, Tamaki Hikaru and Aye boarded the tram.

According to her, the main gathering place for ghost hunters was the famous Yoshiwara Flower Street, which later became known as Kabukicho.

Since ancient times, characters from all walks of life have always gathered in places like this.

From the nobles and ministers to those who pick dung and sell meat on the street, everyone likes this.

As for consumption, there are ways to be expensive and there are ways to be poor.

But why do you want to go to Flower Street to find out the news?

Tamaki Hikaru's face looked a little strange.

No, why did he say it again? Did you go there often before?

But he felt that he should not be such a person.

Aye beside him was very calm, with a little makeup on his face, making it look more red.

He also put on a pair of blindfolds to cover his eyes when the time comes to avoid being recognized as a vampire.

Wearing a scarf, colorful sleeves, a long hakama skirt, and thick black cotton socks under her feet.

This kind of clothing was the main popular style in the Taisho era.

Although it is gorgeous, it also sheds some traditional constraints, fully embodying the girl's charm and vitality.

Although the kimono she wore yesterday was beautiful and beautiful, it still felt a bit cold.

"By the way, is it appropriate for you to go to Flower Street with me like this?"

Tamaki Hikaru couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The more he looked at it, the more strange feeling arose in his heart.

It's familiar and close, but there's always a sense of resistance.

"What a fuss, it's not like only men can go to Flower Street."

Aye rolled her eyes at him and held her pretty face up with her bare hands.

"Besides, now all the yūnyōya have been changed to yizashiki, so there won't be any misidentification."

The restructuring of Huajie is actually just a change of name and name for the business that was once tacitly understood.

At the same time, for the sake of image, the wandering girls who once roamed the streets to attract customers were replaced by sitting in the flower room in front of the store to attract customers.

This behavior was used in many shops in Kabukicho until later generations.

Beautifully dressed young ladies sit on the window sill or in a transparent room, soliciting customers from pedestrians passing by on the street.

It's like playing with a bird in a cage to make her sing and attract the attention of passers-by.

After telling Tamaki Hikaru a few anecdotes about Flower Street, the two of them had already arrived at their destination.

Today's Yoshihara already feels a bit like a later generation.

The men wearing western clothes or a mix of Chinese and Western clothes were chatting and laughing, and in broad daylight, they had already begun to vent their desires.

On both sides of the road, there are railings like birdcages.

Among them sat a gorgeously dressed oiran, singing a ditty or saying sweet and charming words.

Aye glanced at the women in the birdcages with interest.

It feels like compared to Tamaki Hikaru, she seems to be someone who comes here specifically to have fun.

"Don't you think these women are very attractive? Don't you want to have a poignant Yoshihara love song with them?"

Whether it was teasing or testing, Tamaki Hikaru took one look and said.

"I'm not interested in these older, too gorgeous women."

This is just one of them, the more important thing is that these courtesan's seemingly gorgeous dress is nothing to Tamaki Hikaru.

What they are good at is the softness that can melt steel, but the intuitive visual provocation.

They are still much weaker than later generations.

Just the remaining costumes and outfits in Tamaki Hikari's memory had already killed them several times instantly.

Hiss. Do you want to try the custom business?

Although I don’t know how to design clothes, I just follow the impression and then reduce the fabric like crazy.

But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Now Yoshiwara is basically linked to the buying and selling of people.

Otherwise, where would there be so many oirans who had been trained from childhood to adulthood? It was only because of the huge tax revenue that the Meiji government acquiesced.

At the end of the day, if you are not a local, it is really difficult to make a lot of money.

Why did I never care about these things before?

Aye took Tamaki Hikaru around the flower street, and finally found an inconspicuous wandering girl's house and got into it.

The madam with thick white powder at the door squinted her eyes and didn't say anything. She sat in front of the door and fell asleep.

"This should be the right place."

Aye didn't know the exact location, but the smell of blood was the strongest among the people who came and went in this house.

In addition to the fact that they are playing a big role, it can only mean that these people who come and go are all those who lick blood.

"This guest, welcome, what do you want?"

The person who received the two people was not a gorgeous wandering girl, but a man with a blackened face.

His eyes were moving like a mouse, and there were two whiskers on his mouth.

Tamaki Hikaru thought for a while and found that he didn't know any slang, so he simply said it very straightforwardly.

"I'm here to be a ghost hunter. This should be the place where ghost hunters conduct their activities, right?"

His straightforwardness made this mouse-like man stunned.

Fortunately, Tamaki Hikaru's luck has always been very good. After the other party was stunned for a moment, he smiled flatteringly again.

"I see, you just came to Tokyo from out of town and want to find a family business, right? That villain knows, please."

After leading them sideways to a private room, he came back after a while holding a notebook.

"Please see, the recent bounties and commissions in Tokyo are all on this."