Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 257: When you meet the devil
Fushimi Shika dealt with the two idiots, walked out of the reception room, walked into the lobby, and met up with Minamoto Tamako and others.

Perhaps influenced by the Edo period, the interior lobby of Murin-an has been renovated and has a strong Western style. The most classic furniture is the leather sofa and crystal chandeliers. There are oil paintings hanging on the walls and silver candlesticks on the long mahogany table.

Someone knocked on the door outside the wall, and the bell hanging at the entrance of the lobby rang. It was probably the Onoue psychic who came. Ono Ken went to receive the guests with an umbrella, while Gen Yuzi looked curious. She stood under the bell to study it and couldn't help asking, "Why does this bell ring?"

"It's an electric remote control." Momo Yazaki didn't care. She was struggling with the melon on the coffee table, hesitating whether to have a bite, but afraid of losing face.

"But isn't there a wooden door outside the wall? And the wall itself is Sugisaka-bei, where are the electric wires?"

Yuan Yuzi was very curious and wanted to reach out to fiddle with the bell to figure out the secret, but she was not tall enough. She stood on tiptoe and looked around for a while, and found that the bell had no wires and the copper tongues inside were purely mechanical structures.

Weird.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, which seemed a bit heavy amid the thunder and rain. Yuan Yuzi took a few steps back and sat down obediently on the sofa.

Everyone looked back and saw Ono Xuan opening the main door, and lightning cast their shadows into the hall.

There was a man and a woman standing at the door. The man was younger and stronger, wearing a green vest and brown trousers. He was carrying a heavy wooden box on his back, which was nearly half a person's height.

The woman had an old face and was wearing a black robe. She was holding a paper umbrella in her hand, not to protect herself from the rain, but to protect the wooden box from the rain... If I was not mistaken, she was Mrs. Onoue.

Ono Ken led the two into the house and lit a fire in the fireplace so that the guests could dry their clothes. Mrs. Onoue put away her paper umbrella, took off her black wide-brimmed hat, looked around the lobby, and took a deep breath.

"Ah... there's a lot of sadness here," she said in a hoarse voice.

Fushimi Shika immediately wrote down this sentence, intending to learn it secretly and put it to good use in the future.

Ono Ken felt a little uneasy and signaled Mrs. Onoue to wait for a moment while she went to inform the mistress.

While waiting, Mrs. Onoue did not sit down or even look at them. Instead, she walked slowly along the walls of the lobby like a tourist, admiring the oil paintings on the wall and looking at the crystal chandeliers and doorways.

The man who followed her into the room was exhausted. He put the wooden box down, and the floor made a dull sound. Yuan Yuzi was very curious about what was inside, but she was too embarrassed to ask, so she could only stare at it.

After a while, Princess Kiko went downstairs and exchanged a few pleasantries with Mrs. Onoe. It was obvious that she was keeping a distance from the so-called psychic. The latter didn't care, her eyes still wandered around, and asked casually, "Turandot, did you sleep well last night?"

Princess Kiko's face changed suddenly.

The others were confused, even Ono Ken looked bewildered. Mrs. Onoue slowly turned her head, her wrinkled face showing a bit of compassion: "That's what your daughter calls you, right?"

"How did you know?" Princess Kiko tried to remain calm, but her voice was trembling a little.

"She told me."

Mrs. Onoue put her hands in her sleeves, the flickering light of the fire made the wrinkles on her face appear even deeper.

Without waiting for Princess Kiko to ask, she whispered, "I can hear... I can vaguely hear... those ghosts wandering around, whispering, telling of the loneliness of thousands of years..."

Princess Kiko's face became paler and paler.

Yuan Yuzi silently retracted her head, leaving only a pair of eyes poking out from the back of the sofa. She was really a little panicked, vaguely feeling that there was malice coming from the blind spots where the light could not reach, as if countless pairs of eyes were spying on them.

Even Yazaki Momo forgot to raise her camera. She put her legs together and leaned towards Fushimi Kaka unconsciously. She didn't even dare to chew the melon in her mouth. ——Ding!

The western clock chimed heavily, it was eleven o'clock.

Mrs. Onoue indicated that they could begin to arrange the spiritual ceremony, and Princess Kiko came back to her senses. She let out an "ah", turned her face away, sat down on the main sofa, and motioned for them to do as they pleased.

Hearing this, the man opened the wooden box and took out the magic weapon. He was Mrs. Onoue's assistant, responsible for setting up the spiritual venue.

"The flames will affect spiritual power," Mrs. Onoue said, "Please extinguish the fireplace."

Ono Xuan poked the flame a few times with a fire poker and covered it with a baffle. A few minutes later, the flame went out and the light in the lobby became dimmer. Ono Xuan turned up the crystal chandelier again, and the pale light made everyone's skin look bloodless.

The assistant took out amulet salt, bronze chimes, dolls, shakuhachi and other ritual instruments and placed them neatly on the ground. He then took out a can of unknown brown liquid. After unscrewing the cap, Gen Tamako smelled a fishy and smelly odor.

He rolled up the carpet, cleared a space, slowly tilted the glass bottle, and drew circles on the ground with the sticky liquid.

An atmosphere of uneasiness gradually spread.

Everyone looked at the assistant busying around, no one spoke, and the hall was eerily quiet.

This was mainly because Mrs. Onoue’s presence was so strong. She just sat quietly on the sofa, and the entire old house seemed to be moving in rhythm with her breathing.

The assistant was busy for more than three hours, during which he silently chanted spells for an hour. It was not until after two o'clock in the morning that he finally completed the setting for the séance.

The rain outside was getting heavier and the thunder was roaring. Mrs. Onoue stood up and motioned for everyone to sit cross-legged in a circle. Gen Tamako was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Are we going to participate in the spiritual ceremony as well?"

"Once the communication with spirits begins, this place will be connected to the underworld, and no bystander will be spared," Mrs. Onoue said sinisterly, "Those who are not afraid of death can stand outside the barrier."

Gen Yuzi swallowed her saliva. She was about to turn around and ask for Yazaki Momo's opinion, but unexpectedly, Yazaki Momo had already stepped into the circle very willingly. Fushimi Shika and Princess Kiko did not hesitate and followed closely behind.

Everyone sat down around the Ogee seam, with a small square table in the middle covered with a white cloth. Only Fushimi Shika sat cross-legged, while the rest of the people were kneeling upright.

Yuan Yuzi saw the assistant still standing outside the circle and waved to him. The assistant smiled, raised the talisman in his hand and said, "I have the talisman with me, and the evil spirits can't hurt me."

"He has to be protected outside."

After saying this, Onoue Feng motioned his assistant to go upstairs to check. Gen Tamako was a little worried and asked Fushimi Kaka, "What should we do about Section Chief Fujiwara?"

"He also has a barrier to protect him, so he's very safe." Fushimi Shika imitated Mrs. Onoue's tone about 70% similar.

Hearing this, Ogami raised her eyebrows and looked Fushimi Shika up and down, but she didn't say much. The others breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably felt that Fushimi Shika might really be quite capable.

--clang!

Everything was ready, the clock rang again, and the hour hand fell to three o'clock in the morning.

When the devil appears, spiritual communication begins.

(End of this chapter)