Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Muzan originally had no desire to eat ordinary humans, nor did he intend to continue the conversation. However, his gaze paused after hearing the surname of Mitsuri's family.

Ganlu Temple, this surname is not like that of an ordinary person.

So he exchanged a few more polite words with Mitsuri's father, during which he casually mentioned the blue spider lily pot that had recently become popular in Tokyo.

Seeing their parents still exchanging pleasantries, the two children whispered to each other, promising to play together again next time.

By the time they officially parted ways, Mitsuri's father had changed his bad impression of Mr. Tsukihiko.

"Goodbye, sister!" Mitsuri, held in her father's arms, leaned out halfway to wave to them. "Goodbye, uncle too."

Xue Nai waved to her, watching the family's figures gradually disappear into the crowd before turning her gaze away.

Muzan stood beside her and glanced down at her.

"I'm gone."

"Um."

The two ghosts walked back.

The back alley was much quieter, and the lights in front of each house were still on, casting patches of warm yellow light on the ground.

Amber was already squatting at the front door, looking pitiful. Her winter clothes were torn in several places, as if they had been ripped by something.

Yukina looked at Amber's battle-damaged clothes and her aggrieved expression.

"Amber! What's wrong?"

The big dog raised its head, its bright black eyes filled with grievance.

It whimpered and buried its head in Yukina's arms.

"You were beaten up like this by other puppies?" Xue Nai looked shocked.

What kind of dog is so strong?

Upon hearing this, Amber became so anxious that she spun around on the spot, her tail standing upright, and she made a whimpering sound, as if she wanted to speak human language to explain herself.

Seeing its anxious look, Xue Nai immediately realized that it was definitely not as simple as a fight.

She raised her head and looked at Muzan for help.

Dad can hear Amber's thoughts, but how can he get him to speak and translate?

As her mind raced, her neighbor's door across the street suddenly opened.

"Oh, Mr. Tsukihiko, you're back."

Mrs. Sato peeked out and saw Yukina squatting next to the dog. She then noticed Amber's tattered clothes and immediately frowned. "Your dog has had a tough day."

Yukina quickly stood up: "Mrs. Sato, do you know what happened?"

"Of course I know!" Mrs. Sato pushed open the courtyard gate and came out.

"While you were gone, a seemingly respectable-looking man, dressed decently, came down the alley over there. Turns out he was a madman! He pulled out a knife and started chasing your dog, yelling something like 'This dog is a ghost!' It's utter nonsense..."

"Luckily, you weren't around at the time."

"That person even said, 'The dog owner could be a ghost.' Listen to that! Isn't that just insane talk?"

Upon hearing that someone was explaining things to him, Amber obediently sat to the side and made whimpering sounds to indicate her agreement.

"And then what happened?" Yukina glanced around and quickly asked.

"Later, of course, he was arrested by the police!"

Mrs. Sato gets really excited when she talks about this:

"Luckily, someone called the police, and they arrived quickly. Even as that madman was being pinned to the ground, he was still yelling that he wasn't crazy. Who would believe that? The ban on knives has been in effect for so long; what normal person would dare to carry a knife in the street?"

"You guys should be careful these days. There are all sorts of crazy people out there."

Muzan stood to the side, and upon hearing the last part, a friendly smile curved his lips.

"Is that so? Madam is right, these lunatics are really too dangerous these days. We'll be careful."

He wholeheartedly agreed with the view that this person was crazy.

After all, people die every day in this world. If someone is lucky enough to survive, shouldn't a normal person live a good life?

What's the point of wasting time chasing after someone they can't kill with a knife all day?

In conclusion, there is only one reason: the Demon Slayer Corps consists of a group of abnormal people, that is, madmen.

Once inside, Yukina changed her shoes and stood at the doorway without moving. She looked up at Muzan's back.

"Dad, that person is from the Demon Slayer Corps."

Muzan stopped and turned to look at her.

"He knows this place is haunted. Should we move? Or should we go directly to him?"

Muzan thought this idiot seemed to have become smarter, and replied calmly, "Instead of moving, why don't you just go to the police station and kill him right now?"

Yukina's eyes widened, and she pointed to herself: "Huh? Really? I'll go right now?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Wu Can glanced at her sideways, decided to take back his comment about her being clever, and tapped the child on the head.

"Dad, do you know that being hit on the head will make you stupid!" Xue Nai covered the spot where she had been hit and turned her head away, looking aggrieved.

Muzan withdrew his hand and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Not fighting doesn't make you much smarter..."

the other side.

In the police station's detention cell, a man handcuffed to a chair is explaining to the officer in front of him:

"Officer, I'm really not crazy. That dog is really abnormal. Have you ever seen a dog that big?"

Moreover, he has an intuition about ghosts, and this intuition has never been wrong.

"Alright, alright," the officer interrupted impatiently, slamming the newly confiscated Nichirin sword onto the table. "You think you're right for violating the sword ban? Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a ghost that's actually a dog?"

He scoffed and looked the man up and down: "This is a scientific society now, don't try to play tricks on us."

"Behave yourself and don't move."

The man was pushed back into the chair, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

He lowered his head, looking at the iron shackles on his wrists, with only one thought in his mind: that his raven could deliver the message to his lord.

Outside in the office area, several police officers were chatting around a table.

On the table next to him lay the confiscated Nichirin sword. One of the officers reached out and touched the scabbard, clicking his tongue twice.

"This knife is quite nice."

"What's the use of looking good if it's illegal?"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A figure walked in, and several police officers stood up.

"My lord, what brings you here?"

The sheriff took off his hat, his gaze swept over the closed detention cell door, and his lips twitched slightly.

"I heard you arrested a madman tonight who was wielding a knife and injuring people in public?"

"Yes, he's locked up inside." An officer stepped forward. "But sir, he didn't hurt a person, he hurt a dog..."

"Alright."

The sheriff raised his hand to interrupt him, tapping his fingers lightly on the table twice. He almost couldn't help but laugh as he recalled the phone call he had just received and the large sum of money he had just received.

"You've all learned this."

He raised his head and glanced at the faces of his subordinates.

"This person was carrying a knife and committing a crime in public, which has had an extremely negative impact. As for how to deal with him, you all should know, right?"