Tokyo Detective

Chapter 305 Too cruel
This made Naoki Hanyu take a second look at him.

It's probably only comparable to the weathered dwarf head that was hidden in the black box back then.

Naoki Hanyu maintained his one-handed control, handing Abe no Kiri to the bewildered Haruki Taguchi, and occasionally using his head and fists to attack the black stakes.
"Ah, oh oh oh."

Haruki Taguchi hurriedly handed the shotgun to Naoki Hanyu.
"Keep loading bullets."

"it is good."

"bang bang"

Naoki Hanyu then threw the riddled-with-holes spirit body onto the ground.

The atmosphere froze. Fushiyama Yoshiho was so shocked that she opened her mouth, then realized her mistake and quickly wiped her mouth.

As a genius who started exorcising evil spirits at the age of 10 and a high priestess who has been practicing for 20 years, she has never seen a man who can resolve ghosts so cleanly and efficiently.

"Who is the ghost?"

Naoki Hanyu was fully loaded with bullets and didn't hear what the other person said.

"Miss Fushan, what did you say?"

"It's nothing. Officer Yuzuru's performance just now surprised me. Was it the gun or the bullet that could harm a spirit? Can I take a look?"

Naoki Hanyu stuffed the gun back into the suitcase; he didn't want strangers eyeing his weapon.

"This is one of my abilities. You can tell by how I grab a ghost with my fist and beat it up. By the way, did that ghost die after I fired a series of shots at it?"

"I can't be sure either. I usually exorcise evil spirits by eliminating the spirit's possession. I've never seen anything as simple and direct as you. But if you don't eliminate the possession, she will reappear sooner or later."

"Understood, Miss Fushiyama. Then please come with me to Tottori Prefecture."

"no problem."

Upon seeing this, Kana Fushiyama quickly spoke up.

"I also need to go."

"roll."

"Don't cause trouble if you're a noob."

Ignoring the resentful look in his eyes, Naoki Hanyu led his men away.
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Shortly after, at Tokyo's Haneda Airport, a medium-sized private plane flew south.

Inside the cabin were only Naoki Hanyu, Mai Fujiwara, Natsumi Senbon, and Kaho Fushiyama.

Fujiwara Mai was lying on one side, eating snacks and drinking beverages. Her relaxed posture made Hanyu Naoki want to punch this unserious apprentice to the ground.

"Be serious during work hours."

Fujiwara Mai covered her head.

"It's supposed to be rest time on the plane."

"With your laziness, I really doubt whether I should give you the exemption from the exam."

Fujiwara Mai and Senbon Natsumi were taken aback.

"An exemption from exam? Could it be an exemption for police inspectors? Am I going to be promoted to police inspector?"

Looking at the excited guy, Naoki Hanyu couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheeks, but they didn't feel as good as they did that day.

"It's not a promotion exemption, and there are no exemption quotas in the police system either. I've secured an exemption quota for one of the two general civil service positions for you, so don't let me down."

"Two kinds, ah, thank you so much, senior, I love you to death."

Fujiwara Mai hugged her master tightly and acted coquettishly in his arms. "So happy, so happy! I never thought I'd be exempt from the exam after failing twice."

A year and a half ago, Mai Fujiwara wanted to follow in Naoki Hanyu's footsteps and become a semi-professional. So she worked hard during that time, but in the end, she was still far from passing and gave up on this unrealistic idea.

Senbon Natsumi watched with envy as Fujiwara Mai acted coquettishly; she wanted to too.
Fushiyama Yoshiho couldn't quite understand the man in front of her. He was rich, powerful, and influential, and now he could even kill a spirit. It was just too unfair.

"Officer Yuzuru, were you born with the ability to see ghosts, or have you trained in it?"

Naoki Hanyu hurriedly pushed Mai Fujiwara away.

"So, even without cultivation, one can see ghosts through cultivation? Miss Fushan, could you tell me about cultivators?"

If it were an ordinary person, Fushiyama Yoshiho wouldn't say it, but could the man in front of her be an ordinary person?
"Officer Yuzuru was able to destroy the spirit so decisively, he must know something about us."

As the expert explained, Naoki Hanyu also understood the situation of the ascetics.

Ultimately, it's like martial arts: martial arts trains the body, while spiritual practice cultivates the spirit.

If you achieve something, you will not only have the ability to see ghosts, but you will also be able to feel a sense of crisis when you encounter danger.

More advanced masters possess premonitions of good fortune and avoiding misfortune, the ability to perform divination, and even the ability to sense the presence of beings within a few meters with their eyes closed.

Fushiyama Yoshiho was such a master of spiritual practice, at less than 35 years old.

Although the term "cultivator" sounds mysterious and profound, in reality, they do not possess the legendary magical powers or mental abilities, and are far inferior to martial arts.

Martial arts masters and monsters can still hold positions in the government with their fighting prowess, while cultivators remain a respectable but ultimately unrecognizable force. They're only remembered when someone is acting strangely; otherwise, they're considered charlatans and swindlers. Meanwhile, at Yakushiji Ryoko's location, she enters a room reeking of corpses. Her team, with the cooperation of the local police, is searching the room for its contents.

The deceased's name was Shingo Ushio, and his hometown was Toriyama Village in the Oyama region, a remote village deep in the mountains.

Mount Daisan is a name, not particularly outstanding among the Hundred Mountains of Japan, but it is the highest peak in the "Chūgoku" region. Surrounded by mountains, it was once revered as a sacred mountain by the people of Chūgoku (an ancient name for western Honshu, Japan).

The person telling the story died four days ago from the same cause of death, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, and was only discovered two days later to be incredibly foul-smelling.

Ryoko Yakushiji put on a mask and gloves and began searching through the books one by one. Surprisingly, she found a notebook.

These days, very few people keep diaries in books.

Ryoko Yakushiji opened the diary, which contained six months' worth of entries from the deceased.

A useful clue was found when flipping to last week's page.

"Today, when I went back to the village to visit my grandparents, I unexpectedly encountered two outsiders. They came to inquire about the way into the mountains. One was a folklorist named Okamoto, and the other was his friend Mukai. They also told me three stories: one was a history that happened in the mountains, one was a legend about the mountains, and one was a horror story."

"Legend has it that there is a sacred tree deep in the mountains that has the ability to bring people back to life. This is the mountain god worshipped by the people around the mountains. Every year during earthquakes and natural disasters, they would offer a living sacrifice to the mountain god."

"History tells the story of the Tokugawa Shogunate, during which the Shogunate sent people to the mountain region to massacre a village of several hundred people. The reason was not given, as if they were hiding some inside information."

"Horror stories are told."

Ryoko Yakushiji quickly closed her laptop, her heart pounding faster than she could have seen its name.

However, although the notebook mentions three seemingly unrelated stories, why did the folklorist who named it bring up these three stories, and why did they go into the mountains?

It seems we need to access the available surveillance footage.
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When Naoki Hanyu and his group arrived at the Yamakaze Hotel in Oyama Town, Tottori Prefecture, each group had already made initial progress.

Led by Seiko Akimoto, Team Three risked being cursed and destroyed any information about the Black Stakes left behind by the three dead.

Sato Miwako's fourth team also found out the background of the person who started writing the black stake story. He was an employee of Longgao Pharmaceuticals, a subsidiary of Longgao Chemicals of the Longgao Group. This person had been to the mountains before.

Ryoko Yakushiji's team also discovered the key information by reviewing the surveillance footage: the person with the folklorist was an employee of Ryuko Pharmaceutical named Saiichi Mukai.

The clues from the three groups were combined to reveal the key points: the folklorist, Mukai Saiichi, and the depths of the mountains.

According to surveillance footage, there were two of them when they arrived, but only Mukai Saiichi returned. The other person either remained in the mountains or was likely dead.

This allowed Team Two and Team Three to continue investigating the two individuals, whose homes were also in Tokyo.

Soon, Naoki Hanyu and Ryoko Yakushiji met up and headed to Toriyama Village.

Although Mount Daisan is only 2200 meters high, much lower than Mount Fuji and other mountains that are over 3000 meters high, the mountain is steep and there are only a few hidden paths to reach it. Moreover, the summit is covered with snow for most of the year, making it a mountain rarely visited by tourists and climbers.

This time, the group was divided into two teams. One team of more than 10 people continued the investigation in Dashan Town, while helicopters were ready to provide support and respond to emergencies at any time.

Naoki Hanyu and 20 others went into the mountains. The team was led by two veteran police officers from the Dashan Town Police Station. As a police station with only a dozen or so people, it was already very good that they were able to send two people to lead the way.

Seven cars traveled halfway up the mountain before the paved road turned into a dirt road. It took them an hour to reach Niaoshan Village, the most remote village in the mountainous region and the deepest part of the mountains.

Naoki Hanyu got out of the car and looked around. He found that it was a village built along the water. There were dozens of houses, but most of them were dilapidated and probably uninhabited. The clear river water flowed down from the snow-capped mountains.

A policeman in his fifties named Ueto Kin jogged over.

"Yakushiji Councilor, Section Chief Hanyu, this is Toriyama Village. My mother lived here when she was a child, so I am quite familiar with it. Please feel free to ask me anything."

"Minister Shanghu, there's no need to be so polite. How many people are left in this village?"

“There are still 43 elderly people living here. The youngest is a few years older than me, and the oldest is over 90 years old. As for the younger people, they have already moved away. Perhaps in another 10 or 20 years, this village will no longer exist.”

"Please lead the way, we'd like to see the elderly people."

"it is good."

A group of people walked into the scattered village, but they did not see the old man they had imagined. The whole village seemed to have become a ghost village, until an old voice came.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Jin? What brings you back?"

Then a very old man came out; he had white hair and was at least 80 years old.

Upon seeing the elderly man, Ueto Kin immediately went over to help him up respectfully.

"Grandpa, please be careful."

"Haha, I can eat and drink well, and I can even play with women. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Haha, you're still the best."

When Ueto Kin revealed the old man's situation, it immediately shocked Naoki Hanyu and the others.

"129 years old?"

"Yes, my great-grandfather is one of the oldest people in our mountain village, no, in Tottori Prefecture, and even in Japan. He was the best hunter in the mountains when he was young."

“Living a long time isn’t a good thing either. It’s not good for the elderly to outlive their children. The three children from the Oshima, Shirakawa, and Takagawa families have passed away these past few days. The others are currently holding a memorial service in the mountains.”

(End of this chapter)