Poor magical girls, work for me!

The terrifying atmosphere dissipated into the air.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room suddenly dissipated.

The chill on the back of Miyagi Ryosuke's neck also dissipated!

As the pressure dissipated, Hikawa, who had just caught her breath in the chair, suddenly grabbed the chainsaw in her hand, turned it up to full speed with a whoosh, and slashed it at the police uniform that was still sitting upright in the chair.

"Don't touch it."

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't turn around. As soon as he said that, Hisakawa's chainsaw stopped abruptly in mid-air, the blade less than ten centimeters from the shoulder line of his police uniform.

"Let me have a good talk with him; the evil god that controlled it has left."

Hisakawa looked at Ryosuke Miyagi with a puzzled expression. When she was tied to the chair, she couldn't make a sound, or rather, only she could hear her own voice, and she couldn't hear any of the conversation between Ryosuke Miyagi and Yukio Matsushima.

She was unaware of what had happened.

But she still obediently retreated slowly, giving Ryosuke Miyagi enough space.

Ryosuke Miyagi bent down to pick up the pen and paper from the ground and casually stuffed them into his coat pocket. He looked up at the empty police uniform.

The evil god has left; now, the only thing residing in this garment is the spirit that has been trapped for too long and belongs to this neighborhood.

This is the target he wants to subdue this time.

He opened his right hand steadily, and black liquid swirled and condensed in his palm, transforming into the Witcher's Hunting Manual.

The hunting manual in my hand started turning pages automatically.

[Contract Spirit - Lonely Policeman/Guardian, requires 3 silver coins.]

3 pieces?

Ryosuke Miyagi immediately thought of the 20 silver coins he had to pay when he contracted the bus spirit.

Is it because the evil god has left, or is this spirit far less powerful than the bus spirit?

Before the thought could be verified, the few silver coins in his pocket felt slightly heavier and then disappeared.

Three silver coins have been paid...

Ryosuke Miyagi begins the contract process.

He spoke, his voice steady, each word clear and distinct in the quiet room.

"I served as a patrolman in Shinjuku 4-chome from 1953 until 1964, and never left for 23 years. Three days before my retirement, I suffered a heart attack while on patrol and collapsed in an alley 200 meters from the patrol station. When I was found, I was still holding the flashlight I used for patrolling, and the light was still on."

"Seven days after his death, people walking home late at night on this street began to 'encounter' a patrolling policeman. The policeman would shine a flashlight in their faces and ask them, 'Where are you going so late?' before letting them go. Due to the influence of the spirit, most people lost the memory of encountering the spirit after leaving the area. Even if someone did remember, they would not feel fear towards a kind spirit."

"I have never left in the past 23 years."

Even after death, it did not depart.

A transparent figure began to emerge from the police uniform. Even though it was blurry, Ryosuke Miyagi and everyone else present could clearly see the figure.

Wearing an old-fashioned police uniform, he slowly stood up.

The transparent figure slowly turned around.

As time passed, the middle-aged man's face gradually came into focus. His features were ordinary, his complexion dull and grayish from years of staying up late, and his eyes were weary. He looked at Ryosuke Miyagi, his lips moving slightly.

No sound.

Ryosuke Miyagi continued:

"Seiichiro Nakajima, it's time to rest."

"Now I bestow upon you a new name. With your collar, you will accompany me in protecting the order of the world. Your new name—"

""gun"."

The moment the word "gun" was mentioned,

The figure began to fade.

Starting from the toes, little by little, like a faded old photograph, like melting snow.

Its transparent body evaporated into wisps of white smoke, drifting through the room.

The police uniform slipped off the chair and floated lightly to the ground, turning into a pile of ordinary old clothes.

Ryosuke Miyagi reached out and made a grasping motion, and a ball of golden light appeared in his palm.

Click click click!

Ryosuke Miyagi's palm sank slightly, and countless metal parts burst forth from the void, meshed, rotated, and locked in place. In less than 0.3 seconds, a matte black revolver landed steadily in his hand.

The gun body has no model number or inscription.

Swah——

With a flick of his right hand, Ryosuke Miyagi ejected the magazine of his revolver.

Five empty ammunition magazines stood quietly on display.

Snapped!

In just one second, a golden bullet appeared in the first magazine.

Ryosuke Miyagi's eyes lit up, and information about the bullet immediately entered his mind.

[Number 1 Floating Missile]

Upon hitting the target, it will cause the target to enter a 2-second unbalanced floating state, losing all kinetic energy and floating for 2 seconds.

Click click...

He was still carefully analyzing the effects of the No. 1 shell.

The second bullet then appeared in the chamber.

It was a red bullet.

[Number 2 Bullet - Dummy Bomb]

Removes all currently active abnormal statuses from the target – whether it's a curse, enchantment, enhancement, or illusion – these will be temporarily cleared for 10 seconds.

The third bullet appeared.

It was a pink bullet.

[Series 3 - Retrograde Missile]

Once the target is locked, it will always hit. After the shot hits, it will force the target to return to its position and posture 1 second ago without causing damage.

After three bullets are generated, the magazine will no longer produce new bullets. The generation of these bullets takes time. After obtaining the revolver, bullet #1 will generate in almost 3 seconds, while bullet #2 will be generated slightly slower, appearing approximately 5 seconds after bullet #1.

A line of small, cold white characters appeared on the gun barrel, visible only to the user:

"You must not fall before all three shots are fired."

He looked out the window.

It's almost dawn.

The distant horizon was already tinged with the pale light of dawn.

The obsession with remaining stationed there finally dissipated. Twenty-three years of patrolling, twenty-three years of waiting—all he wanted in the end was a simple, "It's time to rest."

You told him, "It's time to rest."

[Your battles with evil gods and your interactions with gentle spirits have enabled you to see things that most people cannot.]

Additional Enhancement: Enhanced Spiritual Vigilance – You can now "see" more. Not just omens of danger, but also all kinds of evil thoughts, obsessions, and even human malice.

[Note: Seeing this doesn't mean you can solve it. Don't casually offer advice; some obsessions are too much for you to handle.]

Ryosuke Miyagi rubbed the back of his neck.

The narrator was unusually serious for once.

But before that thought could even settle, the voice in his mind rang out again.

With this ability, you can see girls who are attracted to you, and quickly filter and target them in a crowd.

"Spiritual alertness" no longer seems to be a warning sign of a chill down the back of the neck, but rather...

eye.

They can see what is truly threatening.

He looked at the old police uniform on the ground.

Then he saw it.

Above the pile of old clothes, a very blurry shadow floated.

Seiichiro Nakajima.

He stood there, looking at Ryosuke Miyagi, and slowly raised his right hand in a salute.

It then turned into wisps of smoke and merged into the revolver in his hand.

Ryosuke Miyagi withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go."

Turning her head, a blue symbol appeared above Matsushima Yukio's head; turning her head again, a pink symbol appeared above Hikawa's head, and her eyes, in Miyagi Ryosuke's eyes, seemed like a pink heart that kept spreading out.

and many more!

You have identified a target who is sexually aroused by you.

If you'd like, I can even help you change the system prompts and erotic hints at the end of this passage into a narration version that has a more light novel feel.