Tokyo Detective

Chapter 304 I'm curious how many shots you can withstand.

Haruki Taguchi gave a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Dude, this guy's waiting to die, and you're telling me to have a chat? Are you out of your mind?"

Although that's what Haruki Taguchi thought in his heart, what he said in his mouth was just an agreement.

"Section Chief, what would you like to talk about?"

"Let's talk about the work of the First Investigation Division. Anyway, you said that waiting to die is unbearable. Now you can say what you wouldn't dare to say normally, and speak freely."

"Well, I really have to say it. Our department's senior, Village Entrance, is a total pervert. He makes physical contact with us juniors from time to time, and he especially likes to pat our butts. A few of us who are frequently harassed wanted to complain to the higher-ups about Village Entrance, but unfortunately, his counter-surveillance skills are too strong, and we can't find an opportunity at all."

Naoki Hanyu was shocked. He hadn't expected that there would be someone suspected of being gay in the First Investigation Division. Even if he wasn't gay, this kind of harassment of his junior was too outrageous.

"I'll remember that. I'll deal with him when you're discharged from the hospital."

"Section Chief, please don't tell anyone I said that."

"Of course."

The two were about the same age, so they got along quite well, which gradually changed Taguchi Haruki's feelings towards Hanyu Naoki.

"Section Chief, I need to go to the restroom."

"Can you solve this yourself?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The toilet door closed, and Naoki Hanyu took out his phone to record some important information. He already had a clear understanding of the 5th Series, and it seemed that he would soon be able to truly bring the 5th Series under his control.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The sound was so clear that it startled Haruki Taguchi in the bathroom, causing him to spill his liquid.

Toilets, ghosts—such familiar scenes from neon horror movies.

Natsumi Senbon's voice came through.

"Chief, a Ms. Fushiyama has requested a meeting. She says she is an exorcist hired by the Metropolitan Police Department to help."

"Let her in."

Naoki Hanyu had heard from the director that a shrine maiden skilled in exorcism would be invited to serve as an expert consultant, but he didn't expect her to arrive in just a few hours.

Soon, Senbon Natsumi brought the so-called shrine maiden over to meet him. At first glance, Hanyu Naoki frowned. This thing is a shrine maiden?

The newcomer was a woman in her early twenties. She looked somewhat naive and almost like she hadn't graduated from university. She had short, dry hair dyed a bright gold with reddish highlights, dressed like a rebellious young woman, and wore thick black eyeshadow. She was quite cute and gave off a carefree vibe.

"Hello, I am Naoki Hanyu, the head of the First Investigation Division."

"Hello, I am Haruki Taguchi, a detective in the First Investigation Division."

"Ah, I know you. You are the famous police officer Naoki Hanyu. I often see you on TV. My name is Kana Fushiyama. Nice to meet you, great hero."

Kana Fushiyama's nonchalant attitude made Naoki Hanyu even more doubtful of her abilities, but since she was invited by the Metropolitan Police Department, she must have some skills.

"Miss Fushan, please have a seat. Do you understand this request? What exactly is it?"

Naoki Hanyu only had a superficial understanding of ghosts and the like, and he really wanted to learn more from professionals, but unfortunately, he was going to be disappointed.

"I don't know what it is unless I see it with my own eyes. However, in Japanese culture, we have a vague term for ghosts: 'nian' (念), 'yuan' (怨), and 'zhou' (咒)."

"Among chanting, resentment, and curses, is chanting the weakest and curses the strongest?"

Kana Fushiyama nodded.

"Of course, let me tell you."

Before the woman could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall woman with long, straight black hair walked in.

He wore a black coat, shirt, and trousers. His delicate face had an aloof air about it, and a clearly visible scar was visible on his neck. His cold voice rang out.

"Don't mislead others if you only have a superficial understanding; it will kill laymen."

The woman's appearance instantly softened Fushiyama Kana's heart.

"Sister, I didn't mean it."

Fushiyama Yoshiho ignored her sister and instead coldly explained herself to the two men who looked at her.

“My name is Fushiyama Yoshiho. I am a shrine maiden commissioned by the Metropolitan Police Department and the head of the Fushiyama family. She is my sister who impersonated me because she learned about the commission first.”

Yamabushi is the term for practitioners of the Japanese Shugendo school, meaning "ascetics who live in seclusion in the mountains." Their duties include ascetic practices, exorcisms, and presiding over ceremonies in the mountains, similar to Buddhist ascetics. The term originates from their religious identity.

The name Fushan is related to the mountain, and it is estimated that it was the surname taken by the cultivator who got married in the mountains.

Kana Fushiyama was not convinced.

"What impersonation? The request was clearly just sent to my home. Can't I see it first and then handle it?"

Fushiyama Yoshiho looked at her younger sister with a stern face, and a strange feeling made people feel a little pressured.

"What makes you think you can handle this evil spirit? This is a curse, and you think you can deal with it with your meager skills?"

"I"

Under that indifferent gaze, Kana Fushiyama finally lowered her head and dared not answer.

Naoki Hanyu wasn't interested in the relationship between the shrine maiden sisters; he was more curious about the name of the curse.

"Miss Kaho, is the curse you mentioned the most terrifying ghost?"

"No, the three names are just based on their characteristics. 'Nian' means the obsession with death, which is generally harmless. At most, it may disturb the mind of an ordinary person and cause them to fall seriously ill."

Resentment is the strong lingering resentment left after a person dies. Resentment usually stays in a certain place or on a certain object, and any living being that dares to enter will be attacked. It is limited by territory and distance.

Curses, on the other hand, are extremely mysterious. Once the conditions for being cursed are met, no matter how far away or how deeply hidden, one will be cursed by the evil spirit. It's not necessarily true that one is stronger than the other; simply put, they are categorized according to the method of killing. However, generally speaking, curses are harder to generate and more difficult to deal with than grudges. All ghosts need something to cling to in their existence—things they liked in life, the house they lived in, or the land they inhabited. Therefore, the clinging spirit of a grudge can usually be found in the place where it appears; even if it can't, demolishing or sealing off the entire building can help. But cursed ghosts are much harder to find a clinging spirit to, making them the rarest type of evil spirit.

"So that's it."

If that's the case, then all the ghosts that Naoki Hanyu dealt with were considered to be vengeful spirits, including the one at the former Hanyu Mansion, specifically the one in the Toyotani area.

Fushiyama Yoshiho looked at her younger sister beside her.

"You can go back."

"I want to stay and help."

"You are not needed here."

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The final scene depicted a case of sisterly bullying. Fushiyama Yoshiho coldly walked up to her younger sister, subdued her with a single move, then lifted her up with one hand, threw her out of the room, and slammed the door shut without any mercy. Her sister's buttocks hit the ground with a loud thud.

This scene stunned Haruki Taguchi. She could easily lift a person weighing over 50 kilograms with one hand and throw them out of the room. This woman had incredible strength.

Fushiyama Yoshiho explained casually.

“I also train in martial arts. Training only in spirit is not enough to deal with ghosts. Only a strong physique can better resist the corruption of ghosts. Officer Yuzuru should understand that your achievements have already spread throughout the martial arts world.”

"Understandable."

Outside the room, Kana Fushiyama patted her bottom and complained.

"Seriously, what's wrong with me?"

Suddenly, a shadow drifted over from above, and a strange tingling sensation came over his skin. Fushiyama Yoshiho hurriedly looked behind him, his pupils shrinking slightly. He saw a pale woman in a kimono looking at him with her black eyes.

With prayer beads wrapped around his hands and pale, partially rotten skin, he was indeed the target of the commission.

At this moment, the black-haired man quietly looked at the woman who had not been cursed by him, his mouth open to reveal black teeth.

"I'm going to kill everyone who knows me."

Startled, Fushiyama Kana made a mountain-fuku mudra, a mudra often used in mountain-fuku training to help with concentration.

The so-called cultivators are those who train their spirit and will, like ascetics. A sign of success is the ability to see ghosts, and she happened to have reached that level.

The figure of the black stake appeared in front of Fushiyama Kana in the blink of an eye. Ignoring the slight resistance, the green-glowing hands reached for her eyes.

The door was kicked open the next second, and a yellowed prayer (a prayer to the gods) was thrown in front of the black pillar. The evil spirit showed a hint of disgust and refused to touch the paper.

This is a prayer used by dozens of generations of cultivators in the Fushan family for hundreds of years, and it has a mysterious power that spirits resist.

As Fushiyama Yoshiho recited the blessing, he approached the black stake and sprinkled snow salt.

The cultivator's defense against spirits is their spirit. Once the ghosts have exhausted their power and weakened their spirit, they can then use things that ghosts hate and resist to drive away the spirits.

As Fushiyama Yoshiho approached, the black pillar's body gradually turned into black mist and dissipated.

The next second, Fushiyama Yoshiho turned around as if by telepathy to look behind Hanyu Naoki, and the figure of the black stake quickly appeared behind the man.

"Be careful."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a pair of pale hands reached out to touch Naoki Yuzuru's eyes.

It knew that this human could see it, and that everyone who saw it would be cursed.

"Everyone who knows me will die."

Pale hands covered Naoki Hanyu's eyes, and green pus tried to seep into human skin.

This is a deadly bacterium, Pseudomonas aeruginosa.

"I want them all."

Before the black-faced man could finish speaking, a large hand had already gripped his black eyes tightly, the force so great that his face was distorted.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands, it's disgusting."

This scene stunned everyone present, and the captured black stake was even more bewildered. It found that it could not break free from the human's arms, as if the metal hand had a power that restricted it.

Naoki Hanyu wiped the green stain off his face, feeling like he wanted to kill the guy in front of him; he was disgusting.

Iron Fist

With a clenched fist, he struck the black stake in the stomach, the force of which caused it to arch its back.

"You really enjoy playing, don't you?"

One punch, two punches, three punches.

The black pillar grabbed Hanyu Naoki's hands with both hands, and black mist mixed with green pus was released recklessly. It was sticky and disgusting, but it could not shake the body that had been tempered by thousands of times and was immune to all poisons.

Seeing that his fists would hardly be able to kill his opponent, Naoki Hanyu opened his briefcase, picked up the famous gun Abe no Kijiro, and shoved it into the black man's mouth. The black teeth were forced open by the metal, and the howl of an evil spirit was heard.

"what"

"I'm curious how many shots you can withstand."

The next second, a gunshot rang out.

"boom."

The bullet shattered half of Blackie's face and broke the glass window. Then, the gun was fired at Blackie's chest, leaving several small holes around his heart.

(End of this chapter)