Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 181 Wow, what an exaggerated woman!

In the bookstore, Jia Yezi sat quietly in her seat, instinctively reaching for the pastries on her plate.

But Jia Yezi slowly withdrew her hand halfway through her outstretched hand.

In my mind, the image of Fangcun Yazi frantically feeding me, along with Fujiang's muttered words, came to mind.

Once your stomach gets too big, you'll be turning into a pig's head.

Being well-fed is certainly a blessing, but you can't end up with a pig's head!
No!
Jia Yezi clenched her fists tightly, swallowed hard, and forcibly turned her face away.

However, her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably towards the snacks. After hesitating for a moment, Jia Yezi got up, picked up a book, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

Okay, that way you can't see it anymore!

At the entrance of the commercial street, a man carrying a camera and wearing a baseball cap walked in.

He walked and stopped frequently, his camera never stopping, completely oblivious to the resistance on the faces of those he was photographing.

"Hey you!"

A cold gaze emerged from under the brim of the hat, and the passerby who was about to question him shrank back in fear, then slunk away.

Passing by the dumpling shop, the man in the baseball cap bought a serving of dumplings. As he watched the man leave, a hint of unease appeared in the owner's eyes.

"that person"

"What's wrong, boss?"

After a moment's hesitation, the overweight boss shook his head and did not express his feelings.

I always felt that the man gave off a very unsettling vibe.

Wearing a baseball cap, he strolled around like he was sightseeing, stopping frequently to take pictures of everything around him.

Plainclothes officers? Interesting.
The man in the baseball cap observed his surroundings and the pedestrians, and quickly spotted a group of plainclothes police officers. A smile appeared on his lips, and he continued forward with an air of nonchalance.

This Miyagawa Hayashi has a good background; he even managed to contact the police. That's quite valuable.
Otherwise, we could just control him as a puppet, using him as a spies in the island nation.

After all, it's nice to come here occasionally for a change of pace.

Thinking back to the petite girl from last night, a smile appeared on the corner of the man in the baseball cap.

Even their screams and pleas for mercy were soft and gentle, unlike those from the other side, which were incredibly noisy.

He strolled leisurely through the shopping street, partly to observe the area around Miyagawa Hayashi, and partly to look for his date for the night.

Speaking of which, Hongben's wife and daughter are really great. I never expected to encounter such high-quality material while on a business trip to Japan.

Unfortunately, if they weren't so exceptionally high-quality, I would have loved to keep them as pets; they're really good at it.
Judging by the timeline, I think I'll probably collapse in a few days.

We'll see when the time comes. Let's keep one. It's too boring to control them all and turn them into puppets. These stupid things have no idea how to serve people.

As the idea came to mind, a crimson mist, invisible to ordinary people, drifted out from the shoulder of the baseball cap, causing the bodies of passersby to tremble slightly involuntarily.

After a shaky journey, the baseball cap finally arrived at the headquarters of the Blue Hand Group. Looking at the cute blue chubby guy, he felt a pang of embarrassment.

What is this? A triad office displaying this at their entrance? That's hilarious!

He couldn't help but chuckle, which drew unfriendly glances from the Qing Shou group members loitering at the door.

The man in the baseball cap smiled slightly, nodded, and left the scene.

It has good eyesight; it'll probably scream nicely when it's dug out.

Continuing forward until he reached another exit of the commercial street, the man in the baseball cap found a coffee shop, sat down, and began to ponder the information he had gathered that day.

Eighteen plainclothes officers were all concentrated in the block within 500 meters of the Blue Hand Group.

It shouldn't be Miyagawa Sho's personal connections, like the Exorcist Association, right?

Such a quick reaction? Trouble.
Why study that ancient country of all things? Why be so sensitive about them?
Even the slightest touch is like stirring up a hornet's nest, incredibly annoying.

He sipped his coffee, observing the shift changes of the plainclothes police officers around him.

As dusk fell, the man in the baseball cap looked on in surprise at the plainclothes police officers who were leaving get off work on time.

No, are all you police officers this negligent in your duties?

The people you were protecting are still here, and they're just gone like this?
Are you truly indifferent to their lives? Or are you so vehemently opposed to evil that you hate the underworld so much that your protection is so perfunctory?

He chuckled silently, shook his head, and asked the waiter to make him another cup of coffee to take away. He found a hotel near the shopping street and checked in. The next morning, he arrived at the shopping street half an hour ahead of the police.

We get off work from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., taking turns to eat in between, and we always wear loose clothing.

Are they armed?

It seems like we can't do it during the day; bullets are dangerous and can kill people.

I got up and went to the entrance of the Aotoku group again, changed my appearance, and noticed the Yufu Ko Bookstore while wearing a baseball cap like a tourist.

After a moment's thought, the man in the baseball cap walked into the bookstore.

"welcome."

With a sweet voice, the person in the baseball cap looked at the waiter behind the counter on the first floor and couldn't help but stare blankly.

The waiter was already used to such scrutinizing looks, and he lowered his head without changing his expression to continue his work.

The person in the baseball cap continued walking in, and the more they walked, the more surprised they became.

Are all the waitresses here this pretty?
Ugh. No, I'll have to put my plans for Miyagawa Hayashi aside for now. I need to bring some local specialties from this shop when I leave.

While pondering, the man in the baseball cap went up to the second floor.

As soon as she went upstairs, Masaki noticed him. Looking into his eyes, Masaki calmly gave instructions through her earpiece.

"There's an impolite guest on the second floor. I'm keeping an eye on it. I've asked the cleaning staff to prepare, as we might need to clean up the trash temporarily."

"understand!"

The man in the baseball cap walked up to Mamizuko and spoke with a smile.

"What are they?"

Masaki calmly took the menu and handed it to him. After ordering a drink casually, the man in the baseball cap glanced at Masaki.

Zhenshuizi pretended not to notice and turned around. The baseball cap stared at her unabashedly, and as the corners of her mouth curled up, the baseball cap's gaze swept around.

Then, his gaze met that of Jia Yezi, who was stretching.

Wow, what an exaggerated woman!

Huh? Why is it dark?

Confused and before the person in the baseball cap could react, a sharp pain suddenly shot through their body, accompanied by the sound of bones being twisted and broken. The person in the baseball cap let out a desperate scream.

"what!!!"

In the darkness, the twisted figure of Ju-on Kayanoko appears, holding a pitch-black stick in her hand, which she spins around the baseball cap that screams in agony in her palm.

A large amount of scarlet mist was pulled out of the baseball cap's body, accompanied by scarlet blood, and the baseball cap writhed weakly like a bursting worm.

A moment later, looking at the bright red cotton candy in her hand, Ju-on Jia Ye Zi casually crushed her baseball cap.

Suddenly, a faint tearing or biting sound came from the darkness.

Paji.

On the second floor of the bookstore, the sound of a person falling to the ground suddenly rang out.

Zhenshuizi turned around and looked at the baseball cap that had suddenly fallen to the ground. Her expression changed instantly, and she jumped over the counter. Just as Jiayezi looked up curiously, she covered the baseball cap's body with her apron.

"?"

Seeing Jia Yezi's confused look, Zhen Shuizi smiled slightly.

"My apron fell off."

Jia Yezi blinked and sat back down.

As Mamizu stared at the bulging eyes of the man in the baseball cap, whose body had silently turned into a mushy mess, her eyelids twitching wildly, she spoke calmly.

"Get the cleaning staff up here, the drain is clogged."

"Received, coming right away!"

(End of this chapter)