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The thought of seeing news reports about Kaito Kid going unpunished makes me feel like those blind people in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who don't recognize people when they take off their monocles are completely unnecessary to deal with.

By the way, because of the homeless incident, after the Metropolitan Police Department arrested those people, they should have already started issuing warrants for my arrest. This will conveniently lure everyone to Matsunari. Anyway, as long as I always rely on water sources, if I'm arrested and they revive, I can just jump into the river and pretend to be dead; it's unlikely I'll get caught.”

Hayato trembled with fear as he listened to Kerry talking in a way he couldn't understand.

"What! What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is, it has nothing to do with any of the above. It's just that I won't allow someone like you to live, Hayato-kun. Do you understand?"

"Wait! I was wrong! Don't..."

...

The two made a hasty escape from the crime scene.

Kerry recalled the uniform he had seen Yoshida Saki in before and pinpointed which high school it was. He remembered that this country girl would encounter more than one school, so he could visit the school when he got back.

As for why the two of them, who already had information about the other's potential contacts, still needed to randomly interrogate someone, it was because Kazuma pointed out that although Tokyo and Saitama were not far apart and the two of them could walk there, it was impossible to find any clues once they arrived.

Kerry thought it made a lot of sense. He suggested that they should first assess the local situation, as the other side's high-profile arrests might indicate that they were planning something big.

The reason why Kazuma not only acts alongside Kerry but is also willing to offer him advice is quite simple.

That meant that for an entire day, as they strolled around the outskirts of Tokyo, neither of them noticed that fragrance again.

Kazuma felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about the hunger he had felt earlier. The matter that Kerry wanted to investigate seemed to be really not simple, although Kazuma couldn't understand why Kerry was so persistent about this kind of thing.

But who knows, there might be something supernatural behind this. If there is, then there's no need to search for food everywhere.

There's also Kazuma's youthful restlessness, despite his dire situation, his immortality, constant resurrection, bizarre monsters, and the darkness of the world.

Ask ten men whether they would rather stand on a high-rise building in the pitch-black night, letting the night wind blow as they investigate the dark side of the world, or sit in a high school classroom preparing for an exam. Eleven of them would immediately answer that they must transform into demon hunters in the night!

In other words, Kazuma is already of high school age and is thinking about what material benefits he might gain along the way.

For a primary school boy, being able to go through fire and water to protect the peace of the city, and having to operate in secret so that no one knows, would be worth dying for!

I took a shower at a small hotel described by the homeless people, and paid the owner to help me buy two slightly more normal outfits, totaling 8000 yen. To be honest, compared to the hotel, this place felt like just a few old and dilapidated buildings.

This was a place that Kerry had heard about from the homeless.

According to the homeless people, they would never stay in such places because the conditions are so bad that their blankets are full of mites. They would only go to such places for an hour to take a shower when the weather is too cold or when Tokyo is cracking down on fires and they can't boil water.

Generally, only foreigners who think they can make a lot of money in Japan and smuggle themselves over, or drug addicts who want to party, or gambling addicts who are hiding from debts and really have no money, would live in such places.

After coming out, Kerry felt uncomfortable all over and touched his empty waist.

"What's wrong?" Kazuma tilted his head.

"I just saw a ghost in that house, so I'm feeling really uneasy and I didn't have a gun with me."

"A ghost?" Kazuma asked, extremely wary. "What ghost? And are pistols even effective against ghosts?"

In Japanese, "oni" doesn't refer to a soul, but rather to a kind of malevolent monster. Traditional depictions of oni resemble demons or goblins, while fan-created depictions are mostly based on characters from Demon Slayer or Fate/Grand Order (FGO) featuring a female CCTV anchor.

So He Zhen was terrified, thinking that Kerry had encountered a monster with a body of steel and iron.

When confronted with He Zhen's question, Kerry answered seriously, "A black man who came illegally."

"Pfft!" Kazuma took a few breaths before changing the subject.

"So, are you planning to contact them directly next? Can you be sure that the people selling these things are in cahoots with the people who wanted to arrest you? And are you sure that kappa's words are credible?"

He asked Kerry about his plans.

"No, it's impossible to contact them. We've caused such a big incident, the Metropolitan Police Department might investigate the surrounding area and those connected to him."

According to what I heard from those guys, Kondo had been there for several months without making a move, but he suddenly made a move the day I went there, which means they were in a hurry, and Kondo was probably there to scout things out.

Since they're in such a hurry, they might be trying to retreat because their recent actions have attracted too much attention. At this point, any slight movement from the Metropolitan Police Department will be interpreted by them as a test or some kind of signal. If the signal isn't obvious, we can pretend to be an undercover cop who has been caught and go over there to take a look, and then deliberately keep an eye on their area.

This way, they might retreat once they become alert. When they retreat, carefully observe the license plate; that's our real opportunity to lock onto them.

Listening to Kerry's clear and logical analysis, He Zhen stared blankly at him.

"No, how did you end up in a mental hospital like this?"

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Chapter Twelve: Welcome to Tokyo

So, Kerry and Sato Kazuma discussed it and decided to go and see it together, and then take turns monitoring it.

Or rather, spying.

In conventional wisdom, places where strange drugs are traded are usually thought to be in dark alleys in residential areas or restrooms in parks.

But in fact, that place is not remote at all; in fact, it would be an understatement to say that it is ostentatious.

"Nun's Palace".

Using his construction site English, Kazuma Sato tried to make the English phrase as accurate as possible, then looked at the building and scratched his head.

At this moment, both Kerry and Kazuma are wearing cosplay masks. Kerry bought them from a remote secondhand store. Since they were secondhand, they didn't cost much. Kerry's mask is the upper half of Batman's face, while Kazuma's is a zippered mask.

Their outfits would probably attract a lot of attention anywhere else, but this is Tokyo, and passersby don't react at all, not even giving them a second glance.

As for why Kazuma was scratching his head, it was because there was a cross standing on the top of the building, and the windows were made of stained glass, the kind of glass used in churches to depict religious stories. There were also fish-shaped graffiti, Irish crosses, and other decorative elements with strong religious connotations in front of the door.

However, in contrast to the sense of security that the decorations gave was the light that could be seen shining through the glass door, and the receptionist standing in front of the door, wearing a nun's habit on the upper body and a slit in the lower body that revealed her thigh tattoos and stockings.

If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing, you could probably hear the deafening music coming from here.

Kazuma covered his face.

"A church-themed bar? Tokyoites must be crazy."

Kazuma, a shut-in who hadn't left his house in years and would never come to a place like this, was deeply shocked.

He was unaware that such surreal things were already ubiquitous in Japan, not only in many wards of Tokyo, but also in places like Osaka. Even churches, which are considered serious religions, have only been around for a few years, while temples have had monks opening bars directly in the back hall or below the temple for many years.

Kerry, on the other hand, felt that this fit his stereotype of the Japanese.

Just from finding a convenience store in the suburbs to use their Wi-Fi and getting here, I've seen quite a few abstract things along the way.

Advertisements for male escorts are plastered all over the entrance to the commercial district. Various male enhancement products and secondhand services are everywhere. Carts with revealing advertisements for private rooms are parked on the roadside. Signs for brothels are lined up in a row, and young girls dressed in various cosplay outfits start introducing their services to people as soon as they see them.

What, you're asking what the car is for? It's usually for office workers to pay to get on after get off work or during their lunch break, and then watch adult videos and have sex on the side. They also usually sell disposable gacha inside.

Incidentally, it's not just these shops; just walking into some city parks, you can see rows of "God-waiting Girls" standing together. However, these "God-waiting Girls" are not like Ogiwara Sayu, who can be taken home for one night. They usually charge a fee. The shy ones might wear masks and shrink into a corner, while the bold ones will hold up price tags and enthusiastically promote themselves.

Some bizarre price tags even list how many kilograms of refined rice a night.

This stark sense of dissonance left even Kerry in awe. Less than 5 kilometers away on the riverbank were the homeless encampment, dilapidated buildings housing all sorts of destitute people, and just a few days ago there had been an incident of arresting homeless people in the street. Yet here it was like another world.

It was bustling and chaotic, like entering Slaanesh's castle.

Kazuma also felt a sense of disconnect. Japan is a country where arguments between men and women are very serious. Although it seems that the battle is over, and now Japanese men and women are dating on an AA basis, and the bride price has dropped to the level of a working-class man's salary for several months. Yes, Japan also has bride prices, but in fact, online discussions have developed to the point where men and women wish they could strangle each other.

However, what Kazuma, who rarely goes out, sees are countless young men and women seeking pleasure in reality. Women are looking for male prostitutes, men are going to brothels, and single mothers are holding signs and trying their best to promote themselves rather than looking for other jobs.

Looking at those things online is hard to imagine, but only by looking at these places can you be sure that, yes, humans are a rare species in the entire animal kingdom that derives pleasure from sex all year round.

“Japan is finished.” Kazuma couldn’t help but shake his head.

"Is this how the world should be?" Kerry murmured, whether in response to a question or to himself, it was unclear.

After marveling at Tokyo's night view, the two still had business to attend to. They had initially thought it would be difficult and even imagined how to outwit the surveillance personnel, but given the bustling location, it seemed unnecessary.

Of course, this also presents a problem, which is that it seems that you can't monitor anything in front of the door from across the street.

After much deliberation, He Zhen turned to look at Kerry.

"How about we go in and take a look?"

“That works too,” Kerry nodded.

"It's great, I've never been to a place like this before." Kazuma rubbed his hands together, and the two walked towards the bar.

"Peace be with you in the Lord, welcome!" Hearing the over-the-top welcome that could drive even the most devout believers crazy, the two oddly dressed people entered without any hindrance.

That's normal, after all, this is Tokyo.

Kazuma entered with anticipation.

For a NEET like him who would never go to such a place, bars and other worlds are no different.

In various games and anime, this place seems to be a particularly promiscuous place, where men and women on the dance floor have a wild silver party, and people will strike up conversations with you as soon as you sit down. All sorts of legal and illegal transactions take place here, and maybe two people sitting down inside could start a rosy encounter.

Of course, until he entered the door, Kazuma's heart was still filled with disgust for bad women in the real world. He thought they were utterly rotten, and that they were all infected with STDs. He, the noble Kazuma, would never be interested in women who came to this kind of place.

However, when he saw the figures of those hot girls with exquisite makeup, he had to admit that sometimes he couldn't be dictatorial. While the brain should take the lead, he also had to occasionally trust the judgment of the second-in-command.

The frantic background noise was like a venomous poison to their ears. Since their purpose was to gather intelligence, the two did not look for a seat on the side, but instead found a place to sit in the hall.

"As expected of a Japanese church, there aren't any little boys."

As Kerry sat down to reflect, a waitress dressed in a nun's habit immediately came up to him.

"Guest, what would you like? If you'd like to add anything later, please let us know at the counter."

By the way, are both of you alone? Do you need a girl to accompany you? Many of our staff are young women who have just graduated high school!

Because members of yakuza groups are not allowed to open bank accounts for electronic payments, and given the special nature of the venue, it was not a QR code ordering system.

Kerry took the menu with a serious expression, nodding or shaking his head from time to time, and occasionally asking questions.

"Where are the wines for your blended wines produced?"

"Château William, a French winery," the waiter replied respectfully.

"Hmm...is this sake made with junmai (pure rice)?"

"Yes, guest."

Looking at those overpriced drinks, those are probably for when you order hostesses and want extra services. A bottle of alcohol that costs tens of thousands of yen outside is priced at hundreds of thousands.

Seeing how carefully Kerry examined the products, even scrutinizing their origins, the waiter's eyes lit up. This was a big customer! So he rubbed his thigh against Kerry's hand resting on the table.

"If you're feeling bored, you can go to a private room. I can also have a drink with you!"

"That's great. Take three of these 300 yen lemon cola drinks, and remember to come and drink with me. Oh, and get a plate of fries too."

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