I am a god in Tokyo

The sergeant hurriedly turned on the laptop and played the surveillance video.

The first thing to play is the video of the monitoring device worn by Private John. The trembling and screaming of fear, gunshots, and violent shaking made the video blurry, but a gray-white figure could be seen.

The figure approached, and there was no more sound.

The second video is the monitoring screen of John in military uniform driving a car through the defense checkpoint.

"Didn't you find him?"

Christina had already changed into a sterile suit and approached her to inquire.

The sergeant smiled wryly.

"After we discovered the incident, we started tracking it immediately, but the car that 'John' drove away was parked [-] kilometers away from the base, and the person has disappeared."

Judy watched the video carefully.

"You go out first, there are two of us here."

She waved away the non-commissioned officer, leaving only herself and the students.

"professor--"

Christina had some guesses, but hesitated to speak.

The instructor waved.

"Look at the corpse first!"

The two walked into the sterile operating room.

The naked man was lying on the operating table, but the two women were not at all shy and observed the dead man.

There was a bullet hole in the forehead of the corpse, but other than that, there were no other injuries.

The military base did not rush to inspect it either.

In this regard, the instructor said,

Wise choice.

She reached out and touched the dead man's skin, and took off the scalpel. It was not delicate, but roughly cut a straight line on the chest.

"This is--"

Christina's eyes widened.

In the open chest, you can see the fuzzy internal organs and subtle movements,

Like wriggling.

It's like a living creature.

At this time, the dead soldier opened his eyes, let out an indescribable roar from his throat, and stretched out his hand suddenly, but was restrained by the belt that bound his body, unable to move.

"He's still alive?"

Christina exclaimed.

He was shot in the forehead, his chest was disemboweled, and he was able to move.

The instructor was very calm, stepped back half a step, and observed the soldier's state.

"No, he's dead. Now it's not the consciousness that drives the body, but the body itself."

As a graduate student of Miskatonic University, Christina also has her own thinking logic.

She quickly understood what the mentor meant.

"You mean he's dead, but the cells, internal organs, and brain in his body are still alive?" the girl whispered in shock.

"Remember the plants I told you about?"

The instructor said: "Before the plants withered, there was a phenomenon of pan-reproduction, and all the ecological circles we constructed were assimilated into plants."

"Plant cells appear even in animal cells."

With a solemn expression, she gripped the scalpel tightly and chanted the incantation lightly and quickly.

Low, chaotic, and disorderly spells erupted from between the lips and teeth, and the scalpel was stained black with naked eyes.

lift,

through the skull.

In just an instant, the corpse stopped struggling.

The peristaltic internal organs in the body also failed and stopped.

"It's an assimilation phenomenon."

The tutor looked up and said what Christina conjectured.

"In 'Flash', someone stepped out!"

*

Delaware, Wilmington Airport.

The blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged man with a beer belly stood at the gate of the airport with confused eyes.

He doesn't know who he is,

I don't know where I'm going?

No memory, but came to the airport as if instinctively, looking at the boarding screen and looking for something.

At this time,

A language that does not belong to this country appeared in his ears.

"The trip is over, I can finally go home! (Japanese)"

“America is good, but I still miss Tokyo! (Japanese)”

"Don't leave the team, be careful on the way back. (Japanese)"

the man turned his head,

It is a tour group composed of pure Asians.

Judging from the age group, they are all middle-aged and elderly people, all of whom are dressed in fashion.

The tour guide was also Asian and carried a Japanese flag.

'Tokyo. '

Inexplicable emotions welled up in the man's heart.

That's joy, that's fear, that's grief.

The thing he was looking for, the place he was going to, was Tokyo.

"I'm going to the bathroom, can you take a look at my bag?"

In the tour group, someone left and went to the restroom.

The man followed behind.

After 10 minutes,

The old man who entered the toilet came out and returned to the line.

"Why have you been here for so long, you're about to board the plane!"

Someone beside him asked.

The old man: "I'm getting old and have some constipation, just don't miss it."

Slowly, he took out the ticket from his pocket, picked up his backpack, and followed the tour group on the passenger plane to Tokyo Narita International Airport.

After the plane leaves,

In the bathroom, the cleaner knocked on a door that hadn't been opened for a long time.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Sir, sir?"

There is no answer in it.

The cleaner panicked and slammed open the door.

Then, there was a loud, terrified scream.

*

Tokyo, Suginami Ward.

late at night.

Slightly drunk office workers walked on the deserted street, and the street lights were dim and flickering.

After finally breaking free from the claws of their predecessors, the office workers just want to go home early, take a hot bath, and have a good night's sleep.

Why do office workers in Japan insist on going to izakaya after get off work?

Wouldn't it be nice to go home and take a bath and watch TV?

Office workers complained.

But then, he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Why on the street...

no one?

The street in front of me was empty, and the lights of the shops on both sides were also turned off.

It's only eleven o'clock in the evening, is it closed at this time?

He used to take this road often, and the shops basically didn't close until early in the morning, and there were usually many people eating supper and drinking here.

'grunt'

The office worker swallowed subconsciously.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the light of the street lamps slowly lowered, the streets became more and more gloomy and dark, and there was no light on the road ahead, as if there was something thoughtful and terrifying.

"Don't scare yourself!"

He comforted himself in a low voice, and then took out the phone from his pocket.

Turn on the 'torch light'.

The pure white astigmatism illuminated the road half a meter ahead.

With the light, the fear in the office worker's heart dissipated a lot. He took a step forward and walked forward.

"Ta, Tata~!"

The office worker stopped suddenly, and then took a light step forward.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

His body froze suddenly.

The footsteps were not his at all, but came from behind.

Close behind the ear.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes.

The office worker didn't dare to turn his head, he only felt a figure standing behind him, a tall and cold figure, that figure was standing behind him, watching him.

Like a corpse.

Fear fermented in my heart.

The legs began to tremble.

The office worker tremblingly raised his mobile phone to illuminate the front. He took a step, but he didn't dare to step on it.

A cold breath filled the air, and the tip of his nose smelled a rancid smell. The office worker raised his leg, his body was almost weak, but he didn't dare to step on it.

'If you step on it, you will die. '

As he guessed.