The taxi stopped at the east exit of Shinjuku Station, which is Tokyo’s most famous red light district, Kabuki Ichibancho.
This place is most lively after eleven or twelve o’clock in the evening, with many tourists. There are 3,000 maid cafes, cowherd shops, video shops, touch shops, game arcades (some with gambling properties), Japanese gangsters, and various entertainment activities. Everything you need.
The middle-aged man who looked like an experienced driver gave Sean, who was sitting in the back seat, a deep smile that could only be understood but could not be expressed. “We don’t do business for foreigners here. If you want to go shopping, I can introduce you.” You go to a fancy nightclub.”
There are many charging rules in Japan’s custom industry. Generally, practitioners have limited education and do not understand foreign languages. In addition, Japanese people actually have a “fear” of foreigners – this “fear” stems from their lack of understanding. As a result, a default rule has been formed in the red light district, which only entertains locals and not foreigners.
Sean smiled, paid and got out of the car. He stood at the intersection of the street, lined with dazzling custom shops. The billboards were covered with sexy and explicit pictures. All kinds of colorful novelties stimulated male hormones. , which makes people want to move.
Japanese law stipulates that custom shops are not allowed to provide real insertion services, so a large number of various shops based on user needs have developed: such as bubble baths, pistol shops, scene shops, massage shops, gay shops, adult video shops, Video chat, door-to-door service…it can be said that there is nothing they can’t do except what you can’t think of.
It is indeed a neon country where erotic culture is prevalent. Sean muttered in his heart.
“If you were photographed by the paparazzi as a genius walking in the red light district at night in New York, you would definitely be more popular than Tony Stark!”
Erica’s voice came from the headset with a teasing tone.
“Who would have thought that ghoul would be hiding in a place like this.”
Sean shrugged. He was quite interested in the ancestor virus created by Hydra.
After all, researching viruses and creating zombies should be done by myself under the name of Umbrella, which is more in line with the image. Those remnants of the Nazis hiding in the dark should go and fight against SHIELD. It’s better to cause some trouble for Nick Fury.
Moreover, the ghouls that mutated from the ancestor virus can actually be called a brand new creature. They have human thoughts and emotions. They are not irrational biochemical weapons like zombies, but they feed on human flesh and evolve. Specialized hunting organs have been developed, and physical fitness has been greatly improved.
In the words of Dr. Connors, it is “quite valuable for research.”
So Sean put aside the mess of the Yashida family for the time being, and instead concentrated on searching for the alien creatures hidden in Tokyo, hoping to find three ghouls with the same humanoid appearance in this giant city with a population of 13 million. This is obviously not an easy task.
Even though Hydra has the powerful energy to mobilize the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and even declares martial law, and continuously narrows the scope to carry out large-scale investigations, it still fails in the absence of effective means.
Public opinion is becoming increasingly heated, which has put the government under great pressure. At the same time, the power of gangs has gradually risen, greatly weakening the power of government agencies.
However, Sean, who has Skynet as his support, is simpler in comparison. He first invades the internal database of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, searches for frequent cannibal cases, divides the areas through computational models, and finds the three-headed ghoul. Wait until the hunting area is narrowed down before approaching one by one.
Kabuki Ichibancho, this entertainment mecca known as one of the largest red light districts in Asia, is brightly lit and extremely noisy when night falls. Even with the existence of martial law, it still cannot stop the great enthusiasm of Tokyo citizens.
Last week, four murders occurred in this area. The victims were mostly prostitutes who came to have fun or gangsters who collected protection fees.
Although the body parts were abandoned in different places, based on the identity and life trajectory of the victims, it can be roughly judged that this red light district, known as “Japan’s No. 1 Happy Street”, has become a hunting area for ghouls. .
As ghouls produced after the mutation of the ancestor virus, they need to eat a lot to satisfy the ever-full hunger in their bodies and to replenish lost physical strength and energy, so it is impossible to restrain their biological instincts of hunting and predation.
Following the location given by Skynet, Sean stepped into a hot spring bath, and was greeted warmly by Mamasang, who was wearing a kimono. Having wandered in the world for many years, she could guess at a glance the person’s clothes, speech and behavior. The general financial strength is shown, and the young man in front of him obviously belongs to the category of financial backers, so of course he must be well entertained.
This is a hot spring bath with a nostalgic style. It is located at the end of the street in the red light district. There are rows of pinball machines and snack bars along the way. The music played is early enka. The walls are decorated with yellowed posters and photos. The interior architecture The structure is mostly made of wood, creating a warm style that makes people not think of it as a place of erotica.
When she saw that Sean was a foreigner, Mamasang was a little hesitant at first, but she couldn’t resist the determined attitude of the high-roller spending a lot of money. After thinking for a while, she still accepted him with a smile.
“Does the customer need a girl to serve in the store?” Mama Sang smiled eagerly.
Although the hot spring bathhouse does not take the initiative to provide in-depth communication services due to the express provisions of the law, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below, so it doesn’t matter if it is just a side effect.
The so-called “entertainment” in this shop is to let customers choose girls, who charge an hourly fee, and can give you a bath and massage. As for all subsequent exchanges, it is all up to you to negotiate with the other party. Anyway, there is a love hotel opposite the hot spring bath. It will definitely satisfy any male’s wonderful fantasy.
“Xiaoquan…she is fine.”
Sean flipped through it briefly and selected a petite and beautiful girl.
“Oh, my guest, you are so discerning. Xiaoquan has only been in the store for less than a week.”
Mamasang gave her a tacit look that said, “Boss, you are so knowledgeable.” She put her hands on her lower abdomen and walked out with small steps.
A few minutes later, a petite girl walked in with her head lowered. She had a flat figure wrapped in a white bath towel and a messy shoulder-length hair. The only attraction was probably the strange temperament between youth and maturity.
Half of Sean’s body was soaked in the hot spring bath. The faint heat rose and turned into a hazy white mist floating in the sky. The weak hands pressed his shoulders and beat the strong muscles of his back along his arms.
This hot spring bath has a very clever design, using wooden beams to support the entire building floor, creating a broad view. Sean put his hands on the edge of the pool and closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking, but also resting.
The seemingly obedient girl behind him used a wooden spoon to scoop hot soup for him to shower. After a dozen times, the girl stopped, put down the wooden spoon, picked up the towel prepared by the pool, and helped the young guest wipe it. Dry body.
“Sir, please take a rest first. I will prepare tea for you and will continue serving you later.” A polite voice sounded.
Sean nodded slightly, but his eyes were not on the girl wrapped in a bath towel. To be honest, that flat figure would hardly arouse a man’s sexual interest unless he has some special hobbies.
Before the girl could return with the warm tea, a sudden shout came from outside the door.
