Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 333 - 254: Trial Field

A voice came from outside the door: "Master? Is something the matter? I heard a strange sound..."

"He’s busy!"

Moriyama Yasurou croaked back, stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, gulped down several mouthfuls of water, and after chugging like a cow, regained a bit of energy.

It was her first time killing someone with her own hands.

Moriyama Yasurou felt no particular emotion, perhaps because the will to survive was at play, aside from wanting to eat and drink, there were almost no other physiological responses.

She paused to catch her breath, returned to the bedroom, searched the Master’s corpse, and found a box of small blue pills, obviously these things couldn’t fill her stomach.

After a few searches, Moriyama Yasurou found a set of keys.

This damned place couldn’t be stayed in for long, she stripped the Master’s white robe, hid the corpse under the bedding, went to the bathroom to wash the blood off the edges of the robe, dried it with a hairdryer, and put it on herself.

With the hood up, she indeed looked a bit like the Master.

Moriyama Yasurou observed herself in the mirror for a moment, picked up the milk carton shards, hid them in her sleeves as weapons, made mental preparations, and pushed the door open.

"Holy peace be with the Master—"

The believers on both sides of the corridor knelt down, prostrating on the ground.

Moriyama Yasurou thought these were just a bunch of lunatics, the Aum Truth Sect should burn in Hell’s flames for ten thousand years.

She remained silent and quickly walked through the corridor, surprisingly no one lifted their head.

As she left, she noticed that the corridor sides had a row of iron doors, from which came faintly excited or pleading chants: "No one atones for my sins..."

Hearing these words made Moriyama Yasurou feel nauseous, even more so than killing, she quickly quickened her pace.

The dim corridor was like Hell, the eerie chanting continually echoed, with the prostrate believers all being Chang Ghosts.

The corridor’s end was an iron door, adhering to the Aum Truth Sect’s consistent minimalist industrial style, without any unnecessary decorations, looking quite sturdy and durable.

Moriyama Yasurou tried twice with the keys and opened the iron door.

Behind the door was a spiral staircase, with a wide diameter, she leaned against the handrail, gazing downwards into an abyss.

She turned her head and saw red markings sprayed on the wall:

"-5L"

To her left was a freight elevator door, the digits on it continually flashed, with a ding, someone reached the top in the elevator.

Moriyama Yasurou quickly turned around, pretended to be admiring the view against the railing.

The freight elevator door opened, pouring out harsh white light, a doctor pushed a hospital bed past, Moriyama Yasurou glanced sideways, a comatose unfamiliar man lay on the bed.

Fearing exposure, she dared not look further, hurriedly descended the spiral staircase, during which she saw many doctors pushing beds into iron doors... Her fear grew, unsure how many people the Aum Truth Sect had kidnapped.

It took Moriyama Yasurou half an hour to reach the bottom floor on foot, where she saw a corridor leading to what seemed like the outside world, quickly walked over, and found a sparse map on the corridor side.

"Confession Corridor" — located here.

"Seven Sins Temple" — turn 30 meters to the right.

"Lamb Nest" — turn 30 meters to the left.

"Genesis Workshop" — walk straight 10 meters. ƒreewebɳovel.com

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Moriyama Yasurou felt that each landmark looked quite ominous.

She hesitated for a moment and chose to go to the "Seven Sins Temple" first, considering temples usually had sacraments like bread, wine, or milk. She was starving and wanted something to eat.

No one dared to meet her gaze along the way, she muddled through, passed through the narrow corridor, its end hung with a red curtain.

Pulling it aside, inside seemed to be a spacious reception room, luxuriously decorated, the left side had a large floor-to-ceiling window, the sofas were all genuine leather, deserted without a soul in sight.

She noticed pastries on the coffee table, feeling lucky, devoured them greedily to barely fill her stomach.

Just as she wiped her mouth, ready to leave, the other side door of the reception room was pushed open.

A woman wearing a young woman mask held a makeup mirror, her wrist adorned with a handbag: "Ah, Master, I was just looking for you, may I ask if you have any better quality cream... Huh?"

They locked gazes.

Moriyama Yasurou was the first to react, rushed over before the woman could call for help, knocked her out with a vase.

She hesitated for a moment, chose to strip the woman of her clothes, tore off her white robe, bound her in a restroom stall, plugging her mouth by the way.

After coming out of the restroom, Moriyama Yasurou wore the young woman mask, dressed in a black low-cut dress, appearing much less conspicuous.

After tidying up, she looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking a square like a gambling den, categorized with numerous small televisions, at the center stood four large electronic screens, streaming live popular "trials," the odds jumping wildly.

"All lunatics..."

Moriyama Yasurou exclaimed, on the giant screen, she saw Minamoto Tamako’s face.

"Tonight, blood and chips fly together!"

"Daughter of the Police Chief · Kujo Family heiress—fallen into truth trials!"

Betting options (odds update live):

Survival duration: 1:9 odds (every hour you survive, chips double)

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"These people are truly mad."

Moriyama Yasurou pondered whose backing the Aum Truth Sect had to dare kidnap even Minamoto Tamako and brazenly set up absurd gambling games...

She hesitated for a moment, pushed open the reception room’s other door.

Below, the televisions mostly broadcast surveillance footage, each gambling den teeming with people, they dressed in suits, wore masks of various styles, mostly walking in pairs, talking in hushed tones, akin to hunting lions and tigers.

No wonder there was no one in the reception room.

Moriyama Yasurou casually found an empty seat, pulled out chips from her handbag, casually placed a bet.

A man wearing a Yaksha mask noticed her, sat down next to her, attempting to chat. She was especially familiar with such men’s attentions, extracting information with just a few words.

After Yaksha finished introducing the ’matching game’ rules, he began analyzing the situation: "The ’Dog’ in Room 9 looks like a smart guy, no wonder the Kujo Family heiress would choose him as a boyfriend... Hmm, maybe he’s a dark horse."

Moriyama Yasurou looked up, the giant screen was updating ’Dog’s information, and his odds were rapidly rising.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fushimi was also captured...

Moriyama Yasurou turned back, spontaneously asking: "Why do you say that?"

"Didn’t you notice? He tried to steal the ’Rabbit’s card just as the game started," Yaksha folded his arms, leaning on the chair back, watching the TV with relish: "If he didn’t recognize ’Rabbit as his girlfriend, he wouldn’t insist on pairing with Rabbit; if he recognized ’Rabbit as his girlfriend, why steal her card?"

He paused, intriguing interest in his voice: "This suggests he guessed the game rules from the start, yet didn’t alert anyone... What plan is he scheming?"

Moriyama Yasurou’s palms were sweating, she glanced at the television screen’s carnage, couldn’t help but ask: "Is there hope for winning this trial? I mean, perhaps he’s attempting to escape..."

"Ha!"

Yaksha seemed amused by the notion, took two chips from his collar, a croupier approached briskly, and he lightly placed the chips on the "death" symbol.

"Impossible."

He paused, confidently saying: "No one can escape the ’Trial Field’."

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