I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya stood still, raised his left hand, and threw a punch.

"Chong-"

"puff--"

Two voices rang out, one in front and one behind.

The first sound was the blade striking a rocky mountain, the second was the sound of a fist slamming into a face.

In that instant, Tsuchiya and Ma's pupils shrank dramatically, focusing entirely on Fujiwara Izaya's neck. Not only him, but everyone in the entire Buddhist hall watched this scene in disbelief.

That seemingly unstoppable blade was actually blocked!

Moreover… he took the brunt of it with his bare hands, and on such a vulnerable spot as his neck. Even more astonishingly, there wasn't a single drop of blood on Fujiwara Izaya's neck…

After this moment when time seemed to freeze.

The earthen house and the horse's head tilted to one side, and their bodies rolled and fell out of the house, landing in the muddy courtyard.

The Shadow Blade fell to the ground, the metal striking the wooden floor with a dull thud that carried far away.

No one could have predicted such a scene. It was like a dream. The boy, with a touch of fantasy, bent down, picked up the knife, played with it in his hand for a moment, and then smiled frivolously.

"Just a toy knife," he scoffed.

"I don't believe you for a second..." Kawashima Miki cursed inwardly.

He threw the mud house and horse out of the door, and in his anger and frustration, the mud house and horse, lying on the muddy ground in the courtyard, spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

Chapter 85. When Kasahara Mieri faced Kawashima Miki

"Boom—"

The sound rang in my ears like a lightning bolt exploding.

The lights in the Buddhist hall went out as if they could no longer bear the weight.

Just as Tsuchiya and Ma Fei left, Kasahara Fukari stepped forward with a gun, looking at Fujiwara Izaya from behind: "Come back with me to assist in the investigation!"

"Wait until I'm done with my work."

Fujiwara Izaya turned his back to her, waved his hand, and stepped out of the Buddhist hall.

The rain was torrential, and the sky was overcast and gloomy, making visibility poor even in daylight. Everyone's eyes followed his retreating figure, like a heavy silhouette against a gray background.

Water splashed everywhere as he stepped into the rain.

The silhouette suddenly transformed into a mirage of the lake, like gazing at distant mountains through a rain curtain.

Looking down at the mud house and horse lying in the mud, Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said gently, "Don't go to bed too early tonight, remember to wait for me to come back."

This is provocation!

This is absolutely a provocation... Tsuchiya Kazuma felt a tightness in his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood containing broken teeth.

"Haha~"

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth and chuckled softly a few times.

The sound traveled through the rain, sounding as distant as if from another world. In a moment of impulsiveness, Tsuchiya and Ma were about to disregard the consequences of revealing their demonic forms and kill Fujiwara Izaya on the spot.

However, at that moment, an alarm suddenly sounded.

From the main gate, side gates, and other directions, ordinary police officers in police uniforms and agents from Section 9 in black combat uniforms filed in.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

"This place is surrounded. Surrender immediately!"

Tsuchiya and Ma immediately closed their eyes and pretended to faint.

When the police arrive, he won't even need to lift a finger. The Taitung Ward Governor will take Fujiwara Izaya back to the police station, torture him thoroughly, and then hand him over to him for further processing.

Facing dozens of dark gun barrels, Fujiwara Izaya stood alone in the rain, looking around expressionlessly. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at Kawashima Miki. With his back to the police and Section 9 agents, he silently moved his lips a few times.

'How dare they just watch the whole thing!'

I'm angry!

'Go home, wash up, and wait for me!'

That's roughly what Kawashima Miki understood it to mean.

There might be some misinterpretation involved, but based on her understanding of Fujiwara Izaya, that scoundrel, what he's going to do tonight is probably even more despicable!

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki coldly averted her gaze, leaving him with a haughty profile.

This kind of lip reading was also captured by Kasahara Fukaeri.

She frowned and said coldly, "Please come back with us to assist with the investigation."

“Miss Kasahara,” Fujiwara Izaya winked at her, speaking as if they were old friends, “remember to keep this a secret for me.”

Finally, he looked at Kitahara Takaki: "Wait for my good news tomorrow morning."

That's all.

Carrying his sword, Fujiwara Izaya leaped out of the encirclement and disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.

This is ridiculous… Kasahara Fukari had a headache. She rubbed her temples. The mess left here still had to be cleaned up. She took out her badge and looked at the many police officers and Section 9: “I am Superintendent Kasahara. I will take charge of this place for the time being. You all go back to your respective departments and do not interfere.”

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on her.

The bald men's faces paled slightly, especially the few monsters hiding among them. Tsuchiya and Ma Yin were unwilling, and even their breathing became much heavier.

Looking at the tall, aloof policewoman, Kawashima Miki's expression turned serious. She thought to herself, "No wonder that brat is so fearless. It turns out he's even hooked up with the higher-ups in Section 9."

Pooh!

Scumbag!

One by one, the police and Section 9 detectives left, and the guests who had arrived also left.

Kasahara Fukari said a few perfunctory words and, as if to distance herself from the situation, issued an arrest warrant for Fujiwara Izaya. Finally, she got into Kawashima Miki's car and left with her. The Buddhist hall, now quiet again, was filled only with the sound of rain.

Tsuchiya and Ma slowly got up from the mud.

Ignoring the mud on his face and clothes, he swayed slightly, looking somewhat lost and disoriented.

On my very first day in office, things have turned out like this. Not only did I lose the knife the organization gave me, but Section 9 is also after me. How am I supposed to survive in Tokyo now...?

Thinking of the tragic part, his nose tingled, and he felt a little like crying.

I feel so wronged.

He had only just arrived in Tokyo.

Why must he suffer such torment? Not only have all his plans failed, but he also faces the threat of death... Waaah, Tokyo is such a terrible city, and the people of Tokyo are so rude and barbaric. He really wants to go back to the countryside now.

"Boss..." Araki Jiro limped out of the Buddhist hall with difficulty.

Do not!

Don't be so discouraged!

If I kill that brat tonight, I can still turn the tables!

Kazuma Tsuchiya took a deep breath, forced himself to stay alert, and said to Jiro Araki, "Get up, now come with me to find the demon your brother is raising. We must win tonight!"

"We must win!" Jiro Araki roared, dragging his half-limping leg.

Half an hour later.

Two monsters braved the rain to arrive at the Kitahara family's construction site.

Looking at the bustling scene that was still vibrant despite the rain, one could not sense even a trace of resentment or demonic power.

Araki Jiro was stunned.

Tsuchiya and Ma panicked.

After a long silence, Tsuchiya Kazuma asked in a hoarse and deep voice, "You didn't lead us the wrong way?"

“…No.” Araki Jiro shook his head.

"Then what's going on here?"

"It's probably...gone."

"Didn't you assign anyone to watch over this place?"

"some."

"And what about the people watching?"

After a deathly silence, Araki Jiro sighed, "Eight high-level spider demons were wiped out in an instant. What could I do..."

"what?"

"Now I finally understand why my older brother didn't even leave behind his ashes."

"What...what am I going to do tonight?"

"Um, how about," Jiro Araki tentatively asked, "that we move?"

"Damn it!" Tsuchiya Kazuma slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "Why are you so flustered over a mere brat?"

"You're the one who panicked..." Araki Jiro muttered to himself, not daring to show any unusual expression.

Tsuchiya and Mario pondered for a moment and asked, "How much manpower does the group still have available?"

"The top sixteen, the middle forty-eight, and the bottom two hundred and two."

Araki Jiro answered accurately.

During the time his elder brother was gone, he was extremely attentive to the group's affairs, spending almost every day reading various documents. He longed for the day he could take over everything his elder brother had left behind, so he could realize his dream of achieving both a fulfilling life as a demon and a happy love.

But who would have thought that now the eldest brother's position has been taken by the parachuted Tsuchiya Kazuma, and the sister-in-law left behind by the eldest brother has also been taken away by Fujiwara Izaya... Araki Jiro suddenly felt that there was no point in living as a demon, and it would be better to die.

The Gene Era

Tsuchiya and Ma pondered for a moment.