I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 7 Killing

Knock knock knock,

A sudden knock on the door at the Qiu family home startled Qiu Qiong, who was mopping the floor.

"it's me,"

The familiar voice made Qiu Riqiong breathe a sigh of relief. She put down the mop and ran quickly to the entrance, opening the door.

Standing outside the door was her brother, Qiu Riyou.

"Welcome back!"

"Are you doing housework?"

Having just "strolled" around the headquarters of the Residual Tooth Group, Qiu Riyou stepped inside, changing her shoes and glancing at Qiu Riqiong's attire.

Aprons, gloves, hats. On the living room table, there are also several bottles of alcohol and disinfectant.

"Clean up the scene,"

The younger sister answered matter-of-factly.
"Bloodstains, hair, fingerprints. Any trace that may exist must be carefully cleaned up."

Hey, is it really okay for you to say scary things so seriously?
A guy who had just gone on a killing spree was internally complaining.

"Good job,"

In the end, Akihi Yu simply patted her sister's head.

This, on the contrary, provoked the other party's dissatisfaction.
"Don't treat me like a child. How did you handle things on your end?"

If the body is exposed, the police will definitely mobilize in large numbers. Moreover, the body itself can provide a wealth of information: time of death, cause of death, murder weapon, and even the perpetrator's hair and tissue samples, etc.
"Is it burned clean?"

"Or did it sink directly into the Arakawa River?"

Burning is always the simplest and most effective way to destroy evidence; a single fire can obliterate countless pieces of evidence. The southern border of Adachi Ward is adjacent to Arakawa Ward, and the Arakawa River separates the two wards, making it a good place to dump a body in cement.

"Leave this matter to me, so you don't need to worry about it."

Regarding Akihi Sora's question, Akihi Yu rubbed his temples in exasperation. He couldn't very well say, "If your brother unleashed one ninja technique, even a Shinigami elementary school student would be completely stumped."

"It's getting late, time for bed."

After half an hour,
Qiu Riyou sat up in bed, looked at the door of her room, and rubbed her temples again, her head aching.

"Qiong, what are you doing in my room with a pillow?"

"If you can't sleep alone, come over a bit."

The girl, dressed in a white dress pajama, moved Qiu Riyou's pillow aside, placed her own pillow in it, and then crawled into bed.

???

"Okay, fine."

Recalling her previous experiences, Qiu Riyu, as a 'transmigrator,' naturally had no taboos and killed without hesitation! However, Qiu Riqiong was just an ordinary high school girl, and a girl who was weak and sickly and had a rather introverted personality. The fact that she was not scared out of her mind was already a testament to her strong will.

If she could still fall asleep with her head covered, Qiu Riyou would suspect that she might also be a time traveler.

"Go to sleep,"

He patted the girl next to him.

Having exhausted much of his magical power, Qiu Riyou closed his eyes.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Autumn days are peaceful and one can sleep well.

But some people can't fall asleep.

"what is this?"

Back in his rented apartment, Wataru Tanimura washed his face and touched the stone on his forehead.

The stone seemed to be embedded directly into his skull and grown into his flesh, which was extremely unscientific!

"Hey, what scientific basis is there for what happened before?"

Recalling the devastated building littered with corpses when he fled, and the changes that had befallen him, Watari Tanimura looked up at the mirror above the sink.

The mirror reflected a familiar yet unfamiliar young man, but unlike usual, he had lost some of his scholarly air and gained more of a wildness. Especially under his clothes, the well-defined muscles exuded explosive power.

No, it should be filled with 'demonic power'!
"Sorcery - Four-Legged Technique"

As Tanimura Wataru silently chanted in his mind, his entire body immediately swelled up, his spine arched, and his limbs took on the shape of beast claws; his upper and lower jaws protruded forward, splitting open to the crescent-shaped mouths near his ears, revealing rows of sharp teeth, while his entire body was covered with black steel hair.

in the blink of an eye,

A wolf demon that walks upright appeared in the mirror.

"This feeling of being filled with power"

From within the wolf's mouth, human speech came out.

Feeling the power surging within him, Tanimura Wataru's gaze fell on the mop hanging in the bathroom.

click,

With a gentle twist, the thin metal mop handle twists into a pretzel shape.

"I felt absolutely nothing,"

Putting down the twisted mop, Tanimura Watari turned his attention to the showerhead next to him.

creak

Amidst the metallic twisting sound of toothache, the metal pipe twisted into a pretzel without any obstruction, yet it still couldn't stop Tanimura Wataru's actions.

So--

Like acquiring a new toy, Wataru Tanimura began experimenting with it with great enthusiasm, finally stopping only after twisting the exercise bar into a pretzel.

The rental room was filled with all sorts of twisted furniture, giving the impression that "everyone who bought a hydraulic press now only has that hydraulic press in the house."

"This power is incredible!"

He easily crushed even a kitchen knife; under such power, even steel had no choice but to submit.

If he already had this power, killing through the disabled gang would have been no problem at all, so why would he need to rely on the police?
"Useless cops!"

The joy on Tanimura Watari's face gradually faded as he thought of the police.

Despite his long and numerous undercover investigations and reports, he was still unable to uncover the crimes of the disabled teeth group.

If you say there aren't any people in the police department who collude with yakuza forces, Wataru Tanimura would be the first to disbelieve it!

In the end, it was only because of the 'ghosts and gods' that he was able to avenge his great grudge.

When Wataru Tanimura was a child, it was the era when all kinds of "demon and god" manga were most popular. Stories of extraordinary beings collecting souls to resurrect powerful demons and otherworldly monsters were practically everywhere. Coupled with the mention of the "Killing Stone" by the other party, he had basically locked onto that legendary figure. "This power must come at a very high price, right?"

After repeated trials,

Tanimura Watari is preparing to face reality.

The mysterious man said that he had to kill a deeply sinful person every day and absorb their soul, otherwise he would be the one to die.

Moreover, based on the 'experience' that Tanimura Wataru had gained from the comics he had read, he knew that he would most likely fall into darkness in the killing and eventually become part of the harvest.

But what does that matter?

"Mingmei, wait a moment."

Your brother will come to meet you soon, until then—

"I'm going out,"

With all his money and the key to his rental apartment on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, wearing a baseball cap, Tanimura Wataru stepped into the brightly lit night.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ayase Town,

This is the site of the infamous "Junko Furuta" cement murder case.

More than thirty years have passed, and because of its proximity to the core of Tokyo, Ayase Town has developed into a vibrant and bustling area, but the lurking darkness remains the same as before, and has even become more hidden and chaotic.

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, and students and office workers were sitting at roadside stalls eating skewers. Two chicken skewers cost 100 yen, and a beer cost 120 yen.

Don't talk about hygiene or not. As long as it doesn't kill anyone, it's fine. Health preservation is a luxury for the rich. They're lucky if they live to the average lifespan of the population. And since they pay attention to health preservation every day, who knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first?

In a restaurant in 3-chome that has a restaurant sign but never opens to the public.

"Boss Fukuya,"

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a black suit pushed open the door and waved a bag with luxurious packaging in his hand.

"Let's eat the best sirloin together!"

"It's Shibukawa,"

The scarred man, who was sitting in the shop eating grilled chicken skewers and drinking a bottle of wine, looked up.

"sit."

With a shout, a younger man took the bag from the man, took out the marbled beef, and carefully placed it on the grill to roast. This large piece of beef was enough to feed him for several months.

"What brings you here? Is something the matter?"

The scarred man in the restaurant, 'Fukuya,' is in charge of drug trafficking, while the newcomer, 'Shibukawa,' is in charge of managing the brothel. The two are the powerful executives of the Defective Group.

"What are you saying, Brother Fukuya? Can't we brothers be close just because there's nothing wrong?"

Taking off his sunglasses, the man in the suit pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him as if they were old friends.

"Are the prices of goods too high lately?"

"The girls under my command work very hard every day to earn money, but you guys take the lion's share. Isn't that too heartless?"

"Bullshit, would you care about them?"

Scarface Fukuya seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

The man opposite him, named 'Shibukawa,' not only managed the operation of the brothels, but also searched for prey throughout the Adachi district. He would lure them into the fire by setting traps or enticing them, and then send them to hotels or madam shops, thus earning only a relatively small commission.

From the moment they voluntarily or forcibly jump into the fire pit, those girls are destined to become living money-making machines.

Let alone people like sex workers, even legitimate film and television artists in Japan have their agency take nine out of every ten yen they earn. As a result, there are many news reports on television about artists who were once famous but fell into poverty and hardship after their popularity faded.

And the residual tooth group is even more ruthless!
They would get their prostitutes addicted to drugs, so they could earn back the little money they had from their victims.

Through the entire industry chain of sex shops, drug trafficking, hospitality, and drug trafficking, a young girl can easily bring in hundreds of millions of yuan in profits for the organization, which is much more profitable than raising Wagyu cattle.

“We recently lost a shipment at sea, a full 15 kilograms!”

Speaking of this, Fukuya gets angry.

Those bastards couldn't even handle such a small matter; sinking into Tokyo Bay is too lenient for them.

"Isn't it normal for prices to rise due to insufficient supply? Once new goods arrive from the south, prices will naturally come down."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to ask the girls to be patient for a bit."

The man in the black suit sighed in a pretentious manner. How could he, a cadre in charge of the sex industry, dare to oppose Fukuya, the "ruthless man" in charge of drugs within the organization?
The so-called questioning was just a casual remark; after all, he doesn't smoke drugs.

"The Wagyu beef is ready, come on~~"

"Fukuya, Shibukawa?"

Just as the two disabled members were about to enjoy their roast beef, a voice came from the second floor.

Two members of the disabled teeth group turned around upon hearing the sound.
What I saw was a young man walking down the stairs.

"You are."

Fukugani, nicknamed "The Fierce Man," stood up, his hand already on his waist.

"Tanimura Watari?"

The expressions of the group of people with missing teeth present changed.
How could I not recognize this guy who still retains some scholarly air about him, who has been causing trouble for the organization like crazy lately?
"It seems you all know me,"

Amidst the astonished gazes of several members of the group with missing teeth, Wataru Tanimura twisted his neck, his mouth lengthened, his fangs sharpened, and his body hair began to spread.

"You probably already know why I'm here."

? !
brush,

A figure flashed,
An arm covered in bristles swung forward.

Pfft

Blood splattered in four streaks, and Fukutani, whose pistol was only half-drawn from his waist, was thrown out without any resistance.

Now his nickname is no longer "the fierce man," but "the dead man."

"Ah~~~"

Amid the sound of a stool overturning, Shibukawa, dressed in a black suit, turned to flee, but a hand reached out from behind, its sharp claws digging deeply into his shoulder, pulling him back as if grabbing a toy.

“I remember,”

A cold voice came from behind.
"It was you who sent someone to lure Mingmei."

(End of this chapter)