Tokyo Detective

Chapter 515: Interception on the way
Inside the Hummer, the girl covered her skirt, her face flushed.

The scene of her first meeting with the man in the driver's seat was still vivid in her mind. She wasn't sure if he had seen it, but the sound of water made her feel incredibly ashamed.

How could I? As a pure priestess, how could I relieve myself in front of a man?

Naoki Hanyu glanced at the girl through the rearview mirror, causing her to tremble.

"Miss Yakumo, you don't need to worry about it too much. The lighting was poor in the restroom at the time, and I was looking down from above. At most, I could only see your purple underwear."

"Stop talking."

Chisato Yakumo clenched her fists tightly around her skirt; purple was her lucky color.

Seeing this, Naoki Yuzuru remained silent. In fact, with his keen eyesight, he could see everything clearly, whether he should or shouldn't have. He hadn't expected the other party to react this way to the sudden danger. Without pulling up his pants or taking any other precautions, he was still too inexperienced.

If they were to remain in that state and be killed by the Soul Demon, it would be extremely embarrassing, and even a disgrace to the community.

The Hummer suddenly stopped, and Naoki Hanyu opened the door and said...

"Get out of the car."

Chisato Yakumo looked puzzled.

"Why are you getting out of the car? Aren't we rushing to the scene?"

"Your clothes are wet, aren't they? Go buy some clean ones. Otherwise, do you really want to go there soaking wet?"

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Chisato Yakumo's already flushed face seemed to radiate heat. Overwhelmed by shame, she glared at the man and stormed into the clothing store.

They said they didn't see it, otherwise how would they know that little bit of fabric would be wet?

Seeing this, Naoki Hanyu followed, fearing that the girl might be killed by the demon in the changing room.

Soon the girl drew back the curtains and came out. Seeing the man's gaze seem to be moving downwards, she was so startled that she covered her long, slender legs.

"Don't look."

"Yes, yes, I won't look. Let's go. I still have other pick-up and drop-off duties to do after I drop you off."
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Inside the Hummer, Chisato Yakumo finally couldn't resist asking a question out of curiosity.

"Why is it you, Mr. Yuzuru, who is escorting us? Aren't you a police officer?"

"Haven't you heard of my name? Although it sounds a bit narcissistic, my reputation should be quite well-known in your cultivation circle."

Chisato Yakumo shook her head. Her long, straight black hair was incredibly smooth, without a single split or dryness—a truly perfect long, straight black hair.

"I've only seen you on the news on TV."

"Alright, just assume I'm really good at fighting, that even the Soul Demon wouldn't dare to appear openly in front of me."

Chisato Yakumo looked incredulous. If the man in front of her was so powerful, why would they need to come all over the country?

This gathering is quite a large undertaking. Although I dare not say that it brings together half of the nation's most skilled exorcists, it certainly has a third of them. Therefore, in order not to tarnish the reputation of Izumo Taisha, she, as a priestess, has come.

Naoki Hanyu offered no further explanation.

"Let's get back to Miss Yakumo. I saw in the information that she's only 17 years old and dares to come here to take risks. People will die."

"Don't underestimate me. As a talented shrine maiden, my duty is to protect the peace of this region."

Naoki Hanyu was taken aback by the determination on the other person's pretty face. It seemed he should change his opinion on certain religious forces.

"In that case, little shrine maiden, you mustn't die. After this incident is over, I'll treat you to the most luxurious meal in Tokyo."

Upon hearing this, Yakumo Chisatsu's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really, so little shrine maiden, do your best."

"I'm not a little witch."

Meanwhile, at Haneda Airport.

Four elderly women from Hokkaido walked out of the airport. They were shamans and priestesses from all over Hokkaido. If you didn't know, you would think they were just ordinary middle-aged women.

The elderly woman at the head of the group is named Hachiyo Suzune, and she comes from Hakodate Hachiman Shrine, which enshrines the guardian deity of navigation and fishermen. This is one of the oldest shrines in Hokkaido (established in 1446).
"Izayoi Suzune said to a few old friends in the circle."

"I said it was okay."

"Although nothing's wrong, that thunderstorm was really scary."

"Thank goodness the ringtone is still there."

Rin's phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, Kaho-chan, you said someone would escort us to the scene. I remember you said yesterday that there weren't enough escorts, so we old ladies don't need to be escorted. You should arrange for someone else to escort us."

"Very dangerous."

"Don't worry, this old woman still has some strength."

After the call ended, several middle-aged women asked curiously.

"What did you say?"

“They said they were intercepting exorcists gathering in Tokyo, and that anyone who stepped into Tokyo would be attacked. They told us to wait at the airport for 50 minutes. I told them to allocate the limited resources to those who needed them more. We old women have some strength; even if we die, we'll have lived long enough.”

"Haha, you're right, we don't need anyone to escort us."

Four elderly women took a taxi to their destination, and along the way they discussed any landmark they saw.

"As for Tokyo Tower, the last time I visited was 15 years ago."

"IM about the same."

"After this is over, everyone can have a good time exploring."

The driver in the driver's seat also asked curiously.

"Are you all here in Tokyo for tourism?"

The old man smiled.

"We're here to exorcise the demon."

Get rid of demons?

The driver was puzzled but didn't ask any questions. Just then, a bloody handprint suddenly appeared on the windshield in front of him. This not only caused the airbag to deploy and press against the driver's head, but also confused him so that he mistook the accelerator for the brake, causing the car to crash into other vehicles and overturn.

As the screams subsided, Hachiyo Suzune, her head bleeding, tried to reach out for help. The next second, a large truck smashed the taxi into a pile of scrap metal.

Even a highly skilled monk is still very vulnerable in the face of great fortune. On the Shinkansen, the high-speed train from Kansai to Kanto arrived at a station, and several priests and monks from different shrines and temples in Kansai got off the train. The elderly man in the lead was named Sumiyoshi Nami, a senior priest of Sumiyoshi Taisha, an ancient shrine in Osaka.

Sumiyoshi Taisha Shrine has a history of 1800 years. It was the starting point for the Japanese envoys to Tang China. It enshrines guardian deities in various fields such as navigation, exorcism, and agriculture.

Sumiyoshi Nami received the devastating news when he answered the phone.

"The Eighth Master of Hakodate Hachiman Shrine, Rinne Hachiyo, has passed away. I never imagined that this master would also die on the road. Understood, we will wait for the escort to arrive."

After hanging up the phone, Sumiyoshi Nami looked at his companion and said in a deep voice.

"That guy is hunting people like us; even Hachiyo Suzune was killed."

Others couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

"I never imagined that one of our seniors would be murdered, but that doesn't frighten us."

"That's right, no matter what, someone has to go, even if the rest of us are killed in action."

"Speaking of which, when facing evil, who can be a bodyguard for us old folks?"

"I don't know, we'll find out soon enough."

Soon, the incarnation of Naoki Hanyu appeared.

"Gentlemen, I am a staff member escorting you."

Several veteran religious figures couldn't help but have doubts.

"Just you?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely complete the mission."

Despite his doubts, Sumiyoshi followed.

Just as the group was about to get into the Crown police car, the alter ego of Naoki Hanyu suddenly pulled out Abe no Kijiro and fired at a corner.

"boom"

The eerie screams, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, startled the priests and monks, leaving them stunned.

"What was that just now?"

"That's the guy. If it dares to get close to me, it should be prepared to get hurt."

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The elderly people were now convinced.

"Young man, can you tell us your name?"

"Just call me Seimei."

Seimei?

The group arrived at the Kurokawa family's neighborhood without any trouble. They found that the neighborhood had been completely sealed off by people arranged by Hanyu Naoki. Evacuating over a thousand households was definitely a huge undertaking, the reason being a gas leak.

Even so, there are still a few stubborn individuals who do not want to leave, such as the elderly who are determined to live and die with their houses.

Several police officers tried to move the stubborn old man away, but he continued to hold onto his belongings and shout.

"I won't leave even if I die; you guys are breaking the law."

Similar incidents happen from time to time; some people genuinely don't want to leave, while others are simply bewitched.

After all the names on the list were confirmed, despite Naoki Hanyu's tireless efforts to escort them, 17 of the 70 exorcists still died, a full quarter of them.

The ways they died were bizarre, including being hit by a car, drowning in a pond, and other strange causes of death. These unusual deaths also alarmed the police department.

In the Metropolitan Police Department office, Naoki Hanyu is explaining today's case to the three heads of the Metropolitan Police Department.

That's the whole story.

Shiratori Ten'ei sighed.

"You really are a silent man. If it weren't for the deaths of more than 10 prominent religious figures, we wouldn't have known that you were 'saving' Tokyo again."

Koichi Uemura also felt quite troubled, wondering how he could encounter such a thing when he was only six months away from retirement. He also understood Naoki Hanyu's subtext.

If they fail, many religious people will die, which would be a huge problem for both the Metropolitan Police Department and the government.

"Naoki, are you confident?"

Naoki Hanyu is undoubtedly the one to take the lead.

"Of course there is, but it's no match for me."

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Shiratori Ten'ei was speechless. He suspected that the junior in front of him was exaggerating, but the other party's current status was even higher than his own, so he could no longer question him without evidence.

"What do you think, Vice Minister Jingu?"

"It's a calm voice," said Shingu Futaba.

"I'm just a martial arts practitioner; I'd better leave this to the professionals."

Koichi Uemura finally gave the answer.

"Let's assist according to Naoki's plan, and hopefully he won't let us down."

When Naoki Hanyu arrived at the Kuroki family's neighborhood again, they had already begun setting up a ritual altar, with men, women, and children dressed in the costumes of priests, monks, shrine maidens, and sorcerers.

This team even has modern scientific methods for detecting evil spirits, which makes them seem like they're doing a disservice by performing exorcisms.

Naoki Hanyu also saw Chisato Yakumo chatting and laughing with three other shrine maidens, not at all like before they encountered danger.

Four shrine maidens from all over Japan also saw Naoki Hanyu and bowed respectfully.

Naoki Hanyu nodded and went upstairs to the Kuroki residence. This was the main battlefield; the outside was just for cover and support.

Two aloof and icy beauties were already waiting in the room. One was Fushiyama Yoshiho, with long, straight black hair, and the other was Inugami Miko, whom they had met once before. She was the vice priest of Fushimi Inari Shrine.

She has long silver hair, and her left eye has a heterochromatic pupil with a white outer edge and a black inner edge. Like Fushiyama Kaho, her exposed skin bears some irreparable scars.

"Miss Inugami, you're here too."

"Hello Officer Yuzuru, I'm just an insurance agent. I hope Fushiyama can handle this."

(End of this chapter)