I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Well, the first step is to cut off the power.

Shiramu Shun felt extremely heartbroken.

"Then look at this." Yu Chuanlan clicked on a map icon next to the webpage.

A map of Tokyo appears on the screen.

The image contains a dense network of red and black lines that intertwine to form a massive web.

"This is a map of ghosts and spirits throughout Tokyo. The places where the positive and negative lines intersect are where ghosts may breed. And the exorcism points are obtained when you perform rituals to help them pass on."

"Weak spirits generally don't have exorcism points. Only exorcising slightly stronger spirits can earn them, and a B-level spirit like this should be very dangerous, usually resulting in injury or even death."

At this point, Yuukawa Arashi seemed to remember something.

She looked at Shiramu Jun's arm and asked in a soft voice, "Does that arm still hurt?"

"Ok?"

"I hit him with my staff," Yuukawa Arashi stammered.

Hearing Hanekawa Arashi's words, Shiraki Shuncai suddenly remembered.

He then pinched his arm and nodded to Yu Chuanlan.

It still hurts a little.

"Then, would you like me to rub it for you?" Yu Chuanlan asked kindly.

She still felt guilty and wanted to atone for her sins.

Shiraki Shun did not respond, but instead looked at Hanekawa Arashi with a calm gaze.

Yu Chuanlan was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head with some guilt and stopped talking.

It seems that Shiraki-kun hasn't forgiven himself yet.

No wonder, she was quite ruthless back then.

The more I think about it, the more I blame myself.

Why didn't I double-check it back then?

Looking at the withdrawn Hanekawa Arashi from his seat, Shiraki Shun smiled knowingly.

Ha, little monk, who are you trying to fool?

It's obvious they have no intention of taking any action.

How can you rub something if you don't even roll up the sleeves of your cassock?

Do you mean to rub it with your mouth?

Chapter Thirteen: The Tradition of Paranormal Lesson Six

The police car slowly drove into the police station.

"Gentlemen, we've arrived. Please get out of the car," said the police officer in charge of driving.

The three entered the lobby of the Shibuya Police Station and were then led into the corridor on the right by a police officer.

"Please follow me, this way."

These words were mainly directed at Shiraki Shun. Yu Chuan Lan was clearly a regular here, as many people greeted her as soon as she entered, and she kept smiling and waving in response, showing her high popularity.

At the end of the corridor, the three entered the elevator and began to descend.

A few seconds later, the elevator came to a clatter, and a wisp of cold air drifted in through the crack in the elevator door.

"Gentlemen, we've arrived at Paranormal Section Six," the officer beside him said expressionlessly.

Shiraki Shun's face was serious.

The elevator doors slowly opened—

A burst of five-colored light shone into the elevator lobby.

It is not an exaggerated description or a rhetorical device, but a real five-colored radiance.

The source of the light was a rotating sphere of light above the hall.

Shiraki Shun was stunned.

The once spacious office lobby is now filled with people.

Their arms stretched out in unison, and their feet moved to a dynamic rhythm, creating an impressive display.

Not far away, at a desk, someone was specifically responsible for DJing, with a deep and wild voice.

The sight made Shiraki Jun momentarily think he had come to the wrong place.

If it weren't for the fact that they were still wearing police uniforms, Shiraki Shun would have thought he had entered a bar.

Could it be some kind of spirit summoning ritual being performed?

The police officer beside them bowed to the two men, then leaped out and mingled into the crowd, excitedly high-fiving people.

Upon seeing Shiraki Shun and his companion arrive, the merciless DJ machine on the table removed its sunglasses, revealing Inspector Yamato's face.

Although you can see it by looking at the pectoral muscles.

Shiraki Shun immediately wanted to complain.

You ran so fast just to come back and be a DJ?

"Gentlemen!"

Inspector Yamato roared, his powerful voice completely drowning out the background music.

"Our triumphant return this time is all thanks to Master Hanekawa and Priest Shiraki, who happened to be passing by!"

"Everyone has one, let's express our gratitude to them!"

The crowd in the hall stopped instantly, turned around, and bowed in unison.

His serious expression revealed him to be a well-trained elite.

They shouted in unison.

"Thank you, Master Yuukawa! And thank you, Priest Shiraki, who happened to be passing by!"

Faced with this, Hanekawa Arashi remained silent and returned the greeting with her hands clasped together.

Shiramu Jun was still somewhat confused about the situation.

What, are you already welcoming guests?

Are we not going to have to go into a private room to calculate the cost of drinks?

Noticing Shiraki Shun's confusion, Yu Chuanlan explained quietly from the side.

"Shiraki-kun, this is a tradition of Section Six. If everyone returns after a mission, we hold a celebration party like this."

“Perhaps Shiraki-kun will think they’re making a mountain out of a molehill, but many times, this isn’t a victory celebration, but a memorial for fallen comrades.” Hanekawa Arashi’s voice was also tinged with sadness, as if he were recalling something.

Shiraki Jun fell silent.

Not everyone possesses magical powers.

Ordinary people are indeed helpless when faced with the supernatural.

If you can't hit them with your fists, and your guns are useless, it's all in vain.

It's like falling off a cliff and watching the last rope in your hand snap inch by inch.

That feeling of helplessness and despair is extremely painful.

Looking at the pairs of grateful eyes in front of him, Shiramu Jun suddenly felt a little heavy.

I am still a student, and I usually prioritize my studies.

I can make a move once, but I can't be there every time.

It's like even if there were countless gods and Buddhas in the sky, it wouldn't be possible to have one for each person.

Moreover, as long as the supernatural exists, there will always be some innocent people who suffer misfortune.

Unless, ordinary people are given the power to fight against the supernatural.

is it possible?

Shiramu Shun started a new topic in his mind.

The celebration was very brief, and soon, the sixth lesson returned to normal.

The officers cleaned up the area in perfect unison and returned to their orderly yet busy work.

Reluctantly, Inspector Yamato locked the turntable in his office cabinet and waved for Shiraki Shun and Hanekawa Arashi to give their statements.

After the statement was taken, it was nearly 2 a.m.

Bai Mujun was the first to walk out of the interrogation room and lean against the corridor wall, playing on his phone.

While giving his statement, he also charged his phone.

As soon as I turned on the phone, I saw several missed calls from the gods, and there were also messages from the gods on my phone.

"Priest Shiraki, when you come back, please bring me the latest JUP, okay? Arigato~"

"Priest Shiraki, it's eleven o'clock, aren't you going back to the shrine?"

"???"

"Priest Shiraki, what happened?"

The last message was sent seven minutes ago, indicating that the deity was somewhat anxious.

Upon seeing this message, Bai Mujun felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He replied by typing.

"Wait a moment, we're making money."

Inside the main hall of the shrine, a light shone beside the cushion.

The deity picked up her phone, looked at Bai Mujun's reply, and a big look of confusion appeared on her small face.

Why are you making money so late at night?