Tokyo Detective

Chapter 503 The Terrorist Attack Ends
The billowing black smoke was not to be ignored even at night, and fire trucks and ambulances arrived at the scene one after another. Several hours later, the Special Emergency Department received a chilling message.

Only one white body fused to metal was found at the scene, while the four headless clown bodies had vanished without a trace.

The bizarre way these clowns made their entrance caught the attention of the Special Operations Bureau.

Fujiwara Mai swallowed hard and asked nervously.

"Those clowns aren't some kind of evil spirit, are they?"

Yamada Yamato was immediately infected.

"No way, I'm going home soon. What if I bring something dirty home? I have a wife and kids."

Heiji Shiratori said, feigning composure.

"Don't talk nonsense. There are no dirty things in the world. You're just scaring yourself."

"How could there not be? Don't you know what the Third Investigation Division does? They're experts at dealing with supernatural things. I've heard they've encountered some supernatural things in the past two months, and they were really fierce."

Before Fujiwara Mai could finish speaking, she lightly chopped him on the head.

"Don't talk nonsense, there aren't that many dirty things in the world."

Fujiwara Mai glared angrily at Hanyu Naoki.

"Senior, you've handled bizarre cases before, how dare you say you haven't? Are those clowns some kind of evil spirit?"

"Maybe so. I only noticed something was wrong, but I didn't have time to check it in detail."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Heiji and Yamada Yamato were immediately taken aback.

"How about we go to a shrine and pray?"

"Alright."

Naoki Hanyu was speechless; these two elite detectives were actually afraid of dirty things.

"Don't go to the shrine late at night to disturb it. If you're scared, go to the Third Division's tool room and get some exorcism kit, vinegar, wine, salt, and some grains and red beans. They're not worth much anyway. Just don't take the Third Division's essential tools."

The police officers around were skeptical of the so-called "three-piece set" of vinegar for rinsing the mouth, carrying alcohol with them, and sprinkling salt in every corner of the room. It was like something out of a movie, with no real cases to prove whether it worked.

Naoki Hanyu didn't want to bother with his subordinates leading the team back. Strictly speaking, his mission was already over, because the Arbiter was "dead".

Two hours later, only a few police officers from the Special Operations Department remained, some of whom had to work overtime. Naoki Hanyu picked up his coat and headed home, when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Senior, wait for me."

In a corner where there were no surveillance cameras, Fujiwara Mai hugged a man who was a head taller than her, her huge breasts completely pressed against his back.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"what happened?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep; those clowns are too creepy."

Naoki Hanyu turned around to look at that shy, pretty face, and couldn't help but gently stroke her nose with his finger.

"You're probably just after my body."

"No, I'm not that kind of person."

Fujiwara Mai wanted to pretend to be reserved, but when faced with that familiar handsome face, she couldn't help but close her eyes, looking like she was ready to be picked.

The two then embraced and kissed, the physical contact making Fujiwara Mai feel a surge in her chest.

A moment later, the two parted ways, with only a transparent thread of fate connecting them until it was stretched to its limit and snapped.

Under the man's piercing gaze, Fujiwara Mai lowered her head and whispered.

"I bought the clothes you mentioned a while ago."

"clothing?"

"cat"

Naoki Hanyu instantly remembered what it was: a fluffy purple cat-themed sexy lingerie set with a long tail.

The No. 2 Hanyu Mansion: Ever since Naoki Hanyu had a bit more money, he bought several villas in various parts of Tokyo, ranging from 100 million to 500 million yen, just in case. And now they're coming in handy.

Soon, a sexy catwoman appeared in front of Naoki Hanyu. She had fluffy purple ears and long purple hair, with a tie-like fur around her neck. Her huge pomelo was covered only by fur the size of a bikini, and several purple bandages were wrapped around her body, cinching her full breasts and lower abdomen, showing off her voluptuous figure.

Her lower body was dressed in what looked like suspender stockings, but the top was still covered in furry fur, and below her thighs, her beautiful legs were encased in purple stockings, along with a pair of purple high heels.

Fujiwara Mai shyly covered her two private parts, feeling timid as the gazes grew increasingly intense.

She's dressed as a dangerous wild animal, so why does she act like the prey?

"Naoki, what do you think?"

Naoki Hanyu stepped forward and cornered Mai Fujiwara against the wall, sniffing the familiar scent.

“Miss Beast, you’ve fallen in love.”

"???"

Naoki Hanyu smiled. "Spring is here, everything is coming back to life, and it's the breeding season for animals. This big bad wolf of mine is very hungry."

The blood-soaked plate bit down on a vital spot, forcing Fujiwara Mai to let out a scream as she clung tightly to the other's head with both hands.

The hunt has only just begun.

Meanwhile, the very thing that Fujiwara Mai used as an excuse is happening.

Shinichi Imai dragged his exhausted body back to his home, accompanied by a group of bodyguards. He had just had to risk his life to attend a party meeting, and now returning felt like he had just passed through the gates of hell.

"Fortunately, the Arbiter is already dead."

Imai Shin felt like a heavy burden had been lifted when he thought of this news. The sword of Damocles hanging over his head had disappeared, and anyone would be happy. From now on, he only needed to occasionally jump out and say a few bad things about America to appease the YMCA. He didn't need to say anything too serious; just talking about the garrison issue would be fine.

Shinichi Imai opened his room door, while security personnel waited outside.

As he took off his clothes one by one, Imai Shinichi was about to open the closet door to get some clothes when a bad premonition suddenly arose. This was a sixth sense of danger that he had possessed since childhood, which had saved him many times over the past 50 years, such as deliberately slowing down to avoid a speeding car.

Shinichi Imai looked around but didn't see anything wrong. The windows and doors were not only bulletproof but also had the curtains drawn. So he nervously looked under the bed, then lay down a little further away.

There's nothing there, only where is it?

Shinichi Imai stared intently at the wardrobe. Could danger be inside?
Just then, the wardrobe door was slowly pushed open, revealing the clown man sitting inside.

Hi, you're back.

The red nose, the eerie makeup, the ferocious smile—the scene before him sent a chill down Shinichi Imai's spine.

Without hesitation, he stormed out the door and fled.

"Help! There's a clown in my room! Help!"

In less than three seconds, two bodyguards rushed in, one with a pistol and the other with a submachine gun. Without hesitation, they fired at the wardrobe.

"bang bang bang bang bang"

The wardrobe, riddled with bullet holes, slowly opened, revealing only tattered clothes inside; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Unbeknownst to them, a hair was inside one of the shirt pockets.

There were clown incidents at more than one place tonight, and two councilors also encountered the clown. One of them even had his arm slashed by the clown. Later, the bodyguard chased the clown to the bathroom and then disappeared, which was extremely bizarre.

The series of feedback from the lawmakers made the cabinet realize that the clown was indeed very strange, so they hurriedly got the Special Response Bureau busy again. However, the director, Naoki Hanyu, was sleeping with his apprentice at the time and had no time to pay attention to the other party.

At 3 a.m., the new video from the revitalization association was circulated on the internet.

"A few hours ago, the Arbiter was defeated and killed in a battle with Naoki Hanyu of Japan. All members of our Revitalization Association felt sorry for him. However, the politicians of Japan should not relax too much. The clown in the dark may take your lives. It is an unkillable existence that comes out every night to reap the lives of sinners."

Such remarks caused an uproar online.

"What's going on? Judging from the news from the Revitalization Association, they're using some kind of mystical stuff. Do these kinds of things really exist in the world?"

"I'm telling you, it's true. There's a woman here who was murdered. Every night when I pass by the abandoned house, I see the woman's unseeing eyes."

"Don't scare people upstairs. Believe in science. All idealism is unacceptable."
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At the No. 2 Hanyu Mansion, Naoki Hanyu gradually approached Mai Fujiwara, who was only wearing an apron. The attraction she exuded to men was simply too great.

Actually, this way of dressing was requested by Naoki Hanyu, and a certain good disciple obeyed his master's orders without question.

Just as he was about to attack from behind, the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Akiyama Akechi calling.

"Hello, what are your orders, Prime Minister?"

"Yuyu, although the Arbiter is dead, there are still those elusive clowns."

Naoki Hanyu picked up a slice of tomato and ate it, which made Mai Fujiwara roll her eyes at the man.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I will definitely keep my promise."

What are your plans?

"We don't have a plan for now. We'll just kill them one by one. Don't worry, we Special Response Bureau are professionals."

Naoki Hanyu hung up the phone and looked at Baiyangdian Lake in front of him, his appetite suddenly increased.

A day later, the clown only appeared twice.

Two days later, the clown only appeared once.

Four days later, with the Revitalization Association releasing another video, the bizarre events surrounding the clown seemed to have come to an end.

"Neons, don't be too happy. The clown won't be killed. Sooner or later, it will cut open your throats and rip out your hearts under the cover of night."

The Japanese councilor who was named didn't care anymore. According to the Special Investigation Bureau's "investigation" over the past few days, the bizarre information about the Joker had also spread.

Aside from being elusive, it's not very lethal, only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. As long as there are two or more people protecting it closely, it's not afraid of being attacked by the clown.

Tokyo seemed to return to peaceful days, and lawmakers reappeared in the public eye, with some senators preparing for the Senate election in two weeks.

However, the emergence of the Revitalization Association has also changed some things. Members of parliament who have not been named by the two terrorist organizations will try to avoid taking sides. I will not say anything good about America, but I will definitely not say anything bad about her.

Only the 18 senators who were named were firmly anti-American, even if it was just for show. They also had closer ties with Naoki Hanyu and could be considered "friends." After all, they didn't know when they would need Naoki Hanyu's help.

(End of this chapter)