Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 115 Who are you looking for?

As the investigation into the suspects continued in the Ghost Realm, a profile of a postman, a killer who traveled extensively and whose methods were precise, cruel, and psychologically disturbed, appeared in the file.

The police initially thought the hammer was the murder weapon, but it was actually a wrench he used to repair his bicycle.

"Immediately compile the suspect's information, then contact the post office and have them compile the files of all male employees who were on duty 32 years ago. We'll go there to investigate right away!"

Under Asahi Toshifuku's orders, all the police officers were mobilized, and Uta Kasaya, who witnessed the entire case being solved, had a very complicated expression.

"I never imagined Hanako would go through such pain."

Having witnessed Hanako's death, Uta Kasyapa spoke in a low voice, deeply moved.

Sensing his emotions, Jia Yezi quickly stepped forward and took his hand, her face full of anxiety, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how to say it.

Fu Jiang raised her hand to stroke his hair, speaking in an unusually gentle voice.

"It's in the past."

Uta Kassapa nodded and continued looking at the crime scene.

Seeing that the case had made a breakthrough, Haruko looked at Hanako.

"Let's go back. Staying out for too long will have too much of an impact on Miss Yoshimura."

"Hey, couldn't you wait a little longer? I haven't even been to the school yet, and they haven't even seen me."

Haruko looked at Hanako, who seemed hesitant to speak, and knew that she wanted to see her family.

"I know what you're thinking, but we're almost at our limit. Didn't you notice that Ms. Yoshimura is having a nosebleed?"

Hanako was taken aback by Haruko's words. She touched her nose, looked at the blood in her palm, and quickly asked someone for a tissue.

"I understand. I'll leave the rest to you all!"

After saying this, Hanako bowed deeply to everyone, then went to stand by the tree trunk and switched Yoshimura Hanako back.

Yoshimura Hanako opened her eyes again in a daze, staring at everyone and blinking blankly.

How did I get here?

Haruko Higa briefly told Hanako Yoshimura what had just happened. After learning the situation, Hanako Yoshimura felt a mixture of joy and complicated emotions.

"After the fusion is broken, can I recover?"

Haruko Higa pondered for a moment.

"I can't be sure. This is the first time I've seen such a deep fusion as yours. After all, most people who fuse with evil spirits die within a month."

"And as for how you've managed to survive until now, without the fusion being broken, I can't say for sure."

Having received the answer, Yoshimura Hanako nodded, and then the group set off for the post office.

At the post office, after receiving notification from the police, the person in charge, who had already prepared the relevant files and placed them in the conference room, welcomed everyone inside.

"Let's skip the formalities. What we want to know is, among the employees who were left-handed at the time?"

"this."

The person in charge looked troubled. Given his position and responsibilities, it was impossible for him to know all the employees inside and out.

"I see."

With a sigh, Tomorrow Junbok pondered for a moment.

"Then I'll trouble you to call over the old employees from that year who haven't retired yet, so we can do a simple interview with them."

"Understood, I will organize it immediately."

As the organized personnel arrived one after another, and with the police already having a clear target, the suspect was quickly identified as a postman named Mitarai.

Holding Mitarai's file, his height and other physical characteristics were consistent with what was observed, and he was left-handed.

"Let's conduct an investigation first."

Just as Asahi Toshifuku gave his order, Uta Kasyapa suddenly interrupted.

"Senior Junfu, leave the rest to us."

Asahi Junfu and his subordinates looked at him with confusion.

"Kashyapa-kun, what are your plans?"

"After all, thirty-two years have passed, and the statute of limitations has long expired. We don't have any conclusive evidence now, and conventional methods are no longer effective against him, are they?"

"Haruko-nee, please give me a talisman to awaken Hanako. Now, please go back." Upon hearing this, Asahi Toshifuku exchanged a glance with Higa Haruko. After a moment of silence, Asahi Toshifuku glanced at his subordinates, who were still emotionally affected by the tragedy and whose eyes were filled with anger.

"I understand, but please be careful, Kasyapa."

After he finished speaking, Haruko Higa found a knife, cut her finger, drew a talisman to ward off evil, and handed it to him.

"Call me anytime if there's a problem."

After saying that, Asahi Toshifuku and Higa Haruko led a group of police officers and left the post office.

Inside the car, Asahi Toshifuku's subordinates asked, puzzled.

“Your Excellency, are you just going to leave like this? What if something happens to Miss Hanako and the others when they are facing such a vicious criminal?”

Upon hearing this, Toshifuku was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

Recalling the interior of the True Church, the scene was like a living hell.

"Don't worry, if something happens to us, nothing will happen to them."

On the other side, in a quiet and peaceful village.

"Mitarai, aren't your cucumbers ripe yet?"

"This batch is still a long way off. You old codger, all you ever think about are my cucumbers."

"Oh dear, aren't fresh cucumbers much more delicious?"

"Then you should pay back all the money you lost gambling before we talk!"

"Oh dear, there's still something on the stove at home, I have to go!"

Watching the neighbors hurry away, Mitarai sighed in annoyance.

"Disrespectful to elders."

Straightening up, Mitarai picked up the akebia fruit he had just picked from the vegetable garden, humming a tune as he swayed to the village kindergarten.

At the kindergarten gate, Mitarai picked up his little granddaughter, a cute little girl in a white dress.

"Grandpa~"

"Hey~ Look what you brought, Grandpa?"

"Wow, it's a akebia fruit! Thank you, Grandpa!"

At the same time, two elderly people who had received their grandchildren came forward.

"Why are you the ones picking up the kids today?"

"The adults have to go to work, so who else could it be but the two of us old folks?"

The three of them, along with the child, walked towards home. On the way, a primary school student in a red dress ran past, and Mitarai remarked with emotion.

"That little girl in the red dress is very pretty."

"Yes."

At the intersection, after parting ways with the two, Mitarai took his granddaughter back home. From a distance, he saw a black sedan parked in front of the house.

Beside the car, a boy was standing at the door with two pretty girls, a woman who looked like she was not to be trifled with, and a tall and intimidating man.

He had some doubts in his mind, and walked forward with his granddaughter in his arms.

"Who are you looking for?"

Upon hearing the voice, Uta Kassapa took a closer look at Mitarashi.

In particular, the scar on his left eyebrow was exactly the same as the one seen by the murderer in the ghost realm.

"Mitarashi?"

"I'm."

Uta Kassapa glanced at the cute little girl in the white dress in his arms, and the image of Hanako struggling desperately in despair involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

An anger welled up from the bottom of his heart, and without realizing it, Uta Kasyapa's voice became calm and cold.

"Let's go inside and talk."

(End of this chapter)