Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 341: The Leader Conquers
Chapter 341: The Leader Conquers
Inside the Temple of Seven Sins, noisy discussions could be heard everywhere.
"Is that guy a special forces soldier?"
"How does he see in the dark? Doesn't he have night vision goggles?"
"I can't participate in confrontation trials with him in the future..."
……
Moriki Yalan watched the whole process. The trial had already begun before the elevator door opened. Fushimi Shika and Matsusaka Shinta hid in the elevator shaft. After the first round of volleys, Fushimi Shika took advantage of the gap between changing magazines and killed seven people at close range, just like cutting melons and vegetables.
At this point, the participants had already seen the clues.
Afterwards, Fushimi Shika took the lead in exploring the way, chasing all the way to the auditorium and finding the gathering place of the cult. He threw a grenade, lured out several believers, and killed them one by one, scaring Shinta Matsusaka so much that his brain crashed and he dared not even fart.
When Fushimi Shika asked him to turn off the power, he did so obediently, fearing that his head would be chopped off.
At this moment, Fushimi Shika was blocking the cult members in the flat layer of the Navel of the World like driving a flock of sheep.
The giant screen was playing the action of Fushimi Shika wiping blood. He carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, which was covered with cuts of various sizes. Even the most outstanding swordsman needed a good sword to perform swordsmanship.
After chopping off so many heads, the knife must have become dull.
After all, human cervical vertebrae are just as strong.
"It's more powerful than I thought," Ah Qi sighed. "At first I thought this trial was a bit unbalanced. After all, there is only one 'ghost' and 159 'people'. The difference in numbers is huge. I expected that I could kill at most ten people..."
He paused, looking at the points on the giant screen: "Now it seems that I might be able to achieve the achievement of killing 100 people."
Senmu Yalan was already a little numb. She sat in her seat with an expressionless face and did not make any comments.
The pretty boy who was slacking off in the competition looked like a straw bag. It seemed that he could only deceive innocent girls like Gen Tamako and became a criminal policeman by relying on gigolos... This was her usual impression of Fushimi Shika.
I never expected that guy to be a monster...
If this trend continues, Fushimi Shika will probably be able to wipe out the cult single-handedly.
Well, it’s too violent. It turns out that all men are not good.
Morimu Yalan thought again of the details of his daily interactions with Gen Yuko, and inexplicably had a strong sense of disconnection - could a blank slate like Gen Yuko with zero experience really subdue a man like this?
"But that's it," Ah Qi flipped the chips with his fingertips and said firmly, "The massacre ends here."
Senmu Yalan listened attentively and heard that some participants had already spontaneously organized gambling and were collecting chips instead of the dealer. The current odds of 9527 were not high, and the vast majority of people still preferred the cult with armed believers.
She turned to ask Ah Qi why he said "the massacre will stop here"; the latter explained to her that all the believers who could live in the Navel of the World were completely brainwashed warriors, and now they were on a flat floor with a wide view, good lighting, complete fire-fighting facilities, and no blind spots where people could hide. As long as they held out for another half an hour until the trial time limit was over, the loser would undoubtedly be a "ghost."
Morimu Yalan also realized the irrationality of "hide and seek". She leaned forward, stared at the screen, frowned and said: "If everyone huddles together and drags it out until the time is up, wouldn't it be unfair to the "ghosts"? "
"Haha!" Ah Qi suddenly laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
“It’s a smirk.”
"I heard it, so I asked you what you were so proud of."
"Of course I'm proud of my intelligence..." Seeing her raise her hand and clench her fist, Ah Qi quickly covered her head and said, "Don't hit my head! Why are you so violent? Can't you just be calm and solve the problem with your mouth?"
"Hurry up and tell me!" Senmu Yalan urged.
Ah Qi curled his lips. He had made himself look bad, but he wanted to show off in front of others, so he deliberately raised his voice and said loudly: "Didn't you notice? In order for a "ghost" to win, it needs to get 159 points... But before the trial started, the broadcast said that there were 158 people in total."
"You should have learned addition and subtraction in elementary school, right? If you can only get 1 point by killing one person, how can the "ghost" get 159 points? Even if you kill everyone, you still need 1 point. Does it have to kill itself in the end?"
"The trial rules do not explain how to gain points, nor do they explain where the threat of 'people' comes from - if my guess is correct, 'people' do not necessarily have to be killed by 'ghosts', and 'ghosts' do not necessarily need to kill 'people' to gain points."
"In this way, the trial rules will be more reasonable."
Hearing this, the participants gathered around and discussed it, most of them agreed with Ah Qi's inference. The latter glanced at Sen Mu Ya Lan proudly, and found that she didn't seem to care. She still frowned and stared at the screen. She couldn't help asking: "Why, is there something wrong with what I said?"
"No... I was just thinking, if the countdown ends and the "ghost" fails to achieve its goal, how will the designer punish the loser?" Senmu Yalan glanced at him and said, "Will he be killed?"
"Of course!" Ah Qi said firmly.
"How to kill? Do you have the ability to get rid of him?" Senmu Yalan asked.
"This brings me to my second conjecture," Ah Qi raised his second finger and said loudly, "Please use your brains to think about how else the "ghost" can gain points? What dangers will the other participants encounter?"
Someone snapped his fingers and said, "Hound! I often play hunting games in my private estate, and hounds are great helpers in hunting... When a certain time has passed, the hounds will be released to kill members of the cult, and the "ghosts" can also get points by killing hounds!"
Ah Qi looked at him as if he was an idiot: "How is that possible? How can a hound deal with a rifle?"
Another participant expressed his opinion, saying that the designer might send out soldiers to carry out indiscriminate massacres, but this was also rejected by Ah Qi: If soldiers need to be sent out, why not just distribute an equal number of "ghosts"?
Everyone was talking about it for a while, and no one could guess the true mechanism of the "Hide and Seek" trial.
This was exactly the effect Ah Qi wanted. He looked around with great satisfaction and said slowly under the gaze of everyone:
"If I were the designer of this trial, I would choose to use "poison gas."
"Ghosts will get certain points if they find antidotes or gas masks; similarly, humans need to find ways to explore around, prevent the release of poison gas, and turn off the gas switch in order to survive."
"If the ghosts don't have the antidote and gas mask, they will naturally not be able to collect enough points and will be poisoned to death within the specified time limit. If people always gather in groups, they will also die from the poison."
……
Everyone suddenly realized and agreed that this was the most reasonable guess. They tried to hint at Ah Qi's identity and get close to him.
Ah Qi seemed somewhat pleased, but still politely declined all invitations, saying that he had a bet with the lady and could not leave easily.
Morimu Yalan hooked her finger, motioning him to come closer. Ah Qi leaned over, and she whispered in his ear, "As a designer, which area are you responsible for designing?"
"Uh……"
Ah Qi turned his head away unnaturally: "This is irrelevant...Okay, I will be responsible for designing the mechanical circuits and electronic screens, and I will be responsible for the soft furnishings on the island."
Senmu Yalan thought to herself that it was no wonder that this guy looked like he had nothing to do. She had thought it was strange before that Ah Qi had the time to stay here and gamble... Now it seemed that he was indeed very idle.
"Who designed these trials?" she asked casually.
"You will soon find out. After this trial, the designers will stand on the stage to maintain the operation of this island... To be honest, "Hide and Seek" is actually a public execution. We want everyone to know that the corrupt cult is gone forever."
Ah Qi spoke with certainty.
That being said, if the Order passed the trial, wouldn't they have blown it?
With this thought in mind, Moriki Yalan continued to look at the black and white screen, only to see that Fushimi Shika had wiped the sword clean, sheathed it, and pulled out another katana.
Is this going to continue?
But the front door was closed, there were handles on the vents and entrances and exits, and there were floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, so it was obvious that turning off the power was no longer possible.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Fushimi Shika cut off the curtains, collected the usable fabrics, and took out a lighter from his pocket. Before he came, he smoked a cigarette and bought a lighter, which he had kept in his pocket and was not taken away.
Yes, he was going to set a fire.
Arson is a science. If the fire gets out of control, it might burn itself out. But if the fire is too small, it will go out on its own without anyone having to put it out.
Fushimi Shika chose a very tricky position. He stuffed the cloth into the vent, held up the sword as a fire poker, and poked it back and forth, making it look like he was heating a kang.
The most common cause of death in a fire is suffocation, where the person faints from inhaling too much smoke and is then burned to death by the flames.
Thick smoke billowed into the flat. At first everyone could still bear it, but after three or five minutes, Asahara Shoko couldn't stand it anymore. His face turned red and his breathing became rapid.
"Since there is only one person on the other side, we should take the initiative to attack!"
Miki Shirakawa shouted and rushed out with half of her believers.
The other half of the believers escorted the leader and the core members out of the flat room and prepared to go to the open-air balcony on the top floor, where there was a wide view and ventilation on all sides. As long as they held on, they would be safe.
Asahara Shoko felt that as a religious leader, it was a disgrace for him to flee in such a hurry. He had to lead his followers to hunt down the devil's messenger in order to maintain his prestige:
"She's right. There's only one person. There's nothing to be afraid of. We were just careless before."
Hearing this, everyone stopped at the corner of the corridor.
The core members of the sect nodded repeatedly and flattered him: "That's right! The leader himself will definitely kill the villain! No matter how powerful the opponent is, he is just an ordinary person. We have the protection of the true god, so what is there to fear..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a "puff" sound and a flash of a knife appeared at the corner. Before the head of the core cult member fell off, his body was torn away by a hand.
Asahara Shoko fell to the ground in fear. The blade had just brushed past the tip of his nose. If he had been standing there, his head and body would have been separated by now!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The believers immediately opened fire, and the headless body was shot into a sieve, but there was no sign of the murderer.
Asahara Shoko overestimated his courage. He could kill without blinking an eye and enjoyed the pleasure of hunting. However, once the identities were reversed and he became the prey, the shadow of death almost crushed his mind.
All that was left in his mind was fear.
Death was too close to him.
He still had a great life to enjoy, there were so many believers waiting to listen to his teachings, and there were so many ignorant people in this world who had not yet been enlightened... How could he die here? !
Asahara Shoko hurriedly got up. He didn't want to take any more risks, nor did he want to establish his prestige. He had to wait until he survived.
As long as he was alive, as long as he could hold out for this hour, he would still be able to call the shots and settle accounts with those cunning villains...
Surrounded by the core members of the cult, he fled to the top floor in a panic. Gunshots, screams and wails continued to be heard from behind, as if evil spirits were chasing them. Asahara Shoko didn't even dare to look back. He only felt that the god of death was approaching behind him. With every step he took, the beheading was one step closer...
Soon... soon!
It's coming soon!
They ran up the corridor stairs to the upper floors. When they passed the lobby on the second floor, several core members of the sect fell behind in panic and tried to hide in the rooms on the second floor. As a result, they were knocked to the ground by a volley of bullets from a submachine gun.
Asahara Shoko was panting, his silk robe soaked with sweat. The last time he had such intense exercise was on three female believers.
He looked up and saw an open-air garden at the end of the corridor. The gate leading to the garden was closed. He ran while looking for the key. The rooftop was his private garden and only he could enter and exit at will.
"Quick, quick...where's the key?!"
Asahara Shoko yelled at his secretary, "Where are my keys!!"
The secretary trembled as he took out the keychain from his pocket and found one of the keys with shaking hands. Asahara Shoko didn't even look at it, snatched it away, dragged his almost exhausted body to the door of the rich man's house, and inserted the key into the keyhole with shaking hands.
damn it……
How come it's not correct...
Put it in quickly!!
I should have installed an automatic sensor door earlier...
Damn it, wasn't this door always open? Who on earth closed it...
Asahara pointed the key at the keyhole and poked for a long time, but couldn't get it in. He bent down and put his eyes to the keyhole, and then he found that it was blocked by thermal gel.
Not only that, the gaps in the door were also filled with hot melt glue.
"hateful!!"
Asahara Shoko was so angry that he kicked the door several times.
The golden arch shook, and there was a sound of bottles and cans shaking from the top. He subconsciously took a step back and looked up, only to see that the arch was full of metal cans, welded together and embedded in the wall. At first glance, it looked like a pile of oxygen tanks.
However, Asahara Shoko saw the icon on the jar.
A green skull and a short sentence in English: "Sarin".
That was the sarin gas that he had ordered his subordinates to develop, intended to be used for large-scale indiscriminate massacres to eliminate those backward old humans. Later, when they discovered Nue Cha, they shelved the massacre plan.
This thing...how did it appear here?
Asahara Shoko had a look of astonishment on his face. His gaze followed the transparent pipe connected to the metal tank all the way down and finally landed on the right wall, where a valve was embedded and a simple electronic screen was hung on it, which was counting down at the moment.
10:02
10:01
10:00
9:59……
What is going on here...
Asahara Shoko was sweating profusely. He had done human experiments and naturally knew what the consequences of inhaling sarin gas would be - first difficulty breathing, followed by convulsions, incontinence or vomiting, and finally the body overloaded and began to fall into a coma, eventually leading to death.
He stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to close the valve to completely isolate the poison gas physically.
Unexpectedly, the valve handle was a fake and fell off as soon as Asahara Shoko turned it. It was a pure decoration. He was so scared that he held his breath and took a closer look. Only then did he realize that it was an electric switch. The designer had sinister intentions and deliberately left the red and blue connecting wires exposed. He even thoughtfully prepared a knife and inserted it into the valve handle.
The meaning is self-evident.
Cut the red line or the blue line.
Asahara Shoko finally realized... why the elevator stopped working, why the door was closed, and why the curtains in the visiting area closed automatically. The purpose was to prevent the poison gas from leaking and turning the Navel of the World into a ghost town.
He pulled out the knife from the valve handle, and without cutting the red or blue line, he aimed the tip of the knife at the keyhole and kept picking out the hot melt glue inside.
"A bunch of bastards..."
"After I get out..."
"We must kill them all..."
Asahara Shoko was sweating profusely as he squatted by the gate, fiddling with it for a long time, and from time to time a milky white, translucent sol overflowed.
Relying on a small knife alone is too inefficient, and the keyhole is too small. Only the tip of the knife can be inserted a little bit, and the back cannot be inserted at all. It can only be rubbed and scraped back and forth.
"How about heating it up with a lighter?"
A male voice was heard from behind, and then someone handed a lighter to Asahara Shoko.
"good idea!"
Asahara took it without even looking up, pressed the lighter, and aimed the flame at the keyhole, but it had little effect. The surface of the door lock began to heat up, but the hot melt adhesive inside did not change much.
"Don't just burn the lock!" the man behind him reminded, "Burn the knife. Heat the knife and poke it. Won't the inside melt?"
Yup!
Asahara Shoko's eyes lit up, and he quickly used a lighter to heat the knife. He thought to himself that not all his men were good-for-nothings, there were still some smart ones! This young man was quite clever, he could be promoted after he left...
Then he suddenly realized that the gunshot seemed to have stopped.
I don’t know since when, there was silence behind him, no movement at all.
Asahara Shoko shuddered, the flame in his hand shook, and he couldn't hold the knife steadily.
"What's wrong?" The man behind him said, "Aim at the tip of the knife. How can you roast the blade?"
Asahara Shoko smelled a strong smell of blood, his hands loosened, the flame went out, and the figure behind him loomed over him.
"Well, my friend, calm down..."
Asahara Shoko forced himself to remain calm and said, "You name the amount, any amount is fine... Whether it's power or status, as long as you nod and let me go, I won't treat you badly in the future... If you kill me, Aum Shinrikyo will fall apart, and you will get nothing..."
"Oh?"
Hearing an interested question from behind, Asahara Shoko's right shoulder sank, and a bloody katana was placed on his shoulder, with the blade pointed at his neck.
An inexplicable chill ran through his spine, and Asahara Shoko felt the blood in his body flowing backwards and his brain becoming congested. For a moment, he wanted to turn around and fight desperately with the knife in hand, but when he thought of the deaths of his men, the thought of resisting was instantly extinguished.
"Then let me ask you a question," Fushimi Shika tapped his shoulder with the blade of the knife and said softly, "Which is more important to me, money or you?"
Asahara Shoko was stunned and said subconsciously:
"……I?"
Fushimi Shika moved the katana closer: "Think about it again."
Asahara Shoko swallowed his saliva, stretched his neck, and tried to move away from the blade: "It can't be... money?"
"Think about it again." Fushimi Shika forced him into a corner with a knife.
Asahara Shoko suspected that he was playing a trick on him, but he didn't dare to say "no" at the moment. After thinking it over, he felt that he couldn't say that money was more important. His own life was more important: "Should it be...I am more important?"
"You and money are not important to me." Fushimi Shika moved the katana away.
Asahara Shoko just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked back, he saw the butcher knife had been raised. He was terrified, not knowing where he had answered wrong, and subconsciously asked, "Who is more important?"
"It's important to me without you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blade in front of Asahara Shoko's eyes rapidly enlarged. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a chill below his neck and lost consciousness.
Then, his vision spun around and fell on the cold floor. He could see clearly that the corridor behind him was covered in blood. The believers and core members who followed him were all dead bodies, lying crookedly on the ground with expressions of fear frozen on their faces.
demon……
Definitely a messenger of the devil...
A final thought flashed through his mind.
When Asahara Shoko's head fell to the ground, Fushimi Shika didn't even look at it. He didn't feel any pleasure in his heart, he just felt that he had done what he had to do.
His work is not yet done, and now is not the time to rest.
And Miki Shirakawa, she is still alive, and is searching for the enemy with a group of believers.
Fushimi Shika wiped the blood. This is the trouble with using a knife. The knife needs to be wiped frequently, otherwise the blood will coagulate and stick to the blade, greatly affecting the efficiency of cutting.
Fushimi Shika's eyes fell on the sarin gas canister. Long before the broadcast announced the start of the trial, he had noticed that there were only 159 people present, including him, and it was impossible for him to kill himself, so there must be other ways to gain points.
But Fushimi Shika didn't care. Even if there was no hide-and-seek trial, he would kill all of them.
"Well, this designer is really disgusting..."
Finally, his eyes fell on the red and blue wires.
From the very beginning, Fushimi Shika was very concerned about the total score. It was neither 160 nor 150, but 159, with both decimals and integers. Even if we excluded Shinta Matsusaka who entered unexpectedly, it would still be 158... Moreover, he felt that the designer would not allow people who should not be in the trial field to appear.
In Japanese culture, traditional Japanese kimono patterns are often named with numbers, especially in Yuzen dyeing and Komon techniques. The numbers are related to the color and complexity of the pattern. 159 can refer to the blue sparrow pattern. At the same time, in "Shikimitsu" and "Zhushu Yaoryousho", it is mentioned that 159 corresponds to the rank symbol "紺".
Thinking of this, Fushimi Shika held the katana in his hand and raised it upwards, with the tip of the blade splitting the blue line in two.
(End of this chapter)
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