Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

The old woman who had just been seen outside the door gently closed it.

Kotegawa Kami's attention was mostly focused on the woman who entered the room.

The latter didn't say a word, or even look at them. She slightly bowed, picked up the shamisen from the side, and began to pluck it.

Hmm, it sounds surprisingly good.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who seemed still "immersed" in the sound of the bells, also snapped out of his reverie. He took a sip of tea, looking at the woman playing the shamisen with admiration and a touch of regret, and said in a low voice, "She is the best shamisen player here, and also the most beautiful geisha. Ordinary customers can't even see her... The only pity is that she can't speak; she's mute. Let's listen to one more song. After this song, the boss should be coming over."

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then nodded silently.

Geishas don't seem to sell their bodies; they only perform.

It's just that such a beautiful woman is mute; no wonder she doesn't say a word.

However, after what he had just experienced, he no longer felt that this geisha was an ordinary person.

Thinking this, he first loosened his grip on the sword hilt and went to get some fruit from the table.

Looking at beautiful women is one thing, listening to music is another, and eating is yet another—they don't conflict.

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Chapter Two: The Ghost Head Group

After the shamisen performance ended, the table full of fruit and side dishes were reduced to peels and leftovers.

The mute girl playing the shamisen stared at Kotegawa Kamimi for a long time before standing up, bowing slightly, and leading the shamisen out the door.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro beckoned to the person kneeling and waiting at the door: "Why don't you invite your boss over?"

He spent 98 yuan, and it wasn't just to see a shamisen live performance.

The old woman outside the door responded in her thin, slightly upturned voice, then stepped back and left.

Kotekawa Kami, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, was also curious about who the shop manager was, so he asked.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa fell into deep thought, pondering as he said, "How should I put it? She's the kind of woman you can never forget once you've met her..."

He stretched out his hands and drew an arc in front of him.

Kotegawa Kami responded with an "oh".

OK, got it!

The store manager is a very busty woman!

So he became even more excited.

Five minutes passed, but there was still only a faint noise outside, and the store manager was nowhere to be seen in the corridor.

Kotekawa Kami looked at Ishikawa Yasuhiro with a questioning look in his eyes.

The latter was also somewhat confused, but remained calm: "Let's wait and see."

So they waited foolishly for another ten minutes.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was also getting restless. He stood up, frowned, and walked towards the door.

There was no one at the entrance or in the hallway.

Only one big orange cat was running this way with light steps.

Following behind him, Kotekawa Kami tilted his head slightly, looking at the cat with a slight flicker in his eyes.

The cat had a small bamboo tube in its mouth. When it reached the door, it opened its mouth, put the tube down, and ran away.

Its plump body swayed back and forth, which was quite comical.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's lips twitched, and he said helplessly, "It seems the head sergeant doesn't really want to see us."

He bent down, picked up the bamboo tube, looked around, and pulled out a piece of white paper.

The note read: “A distinguished guest has arrived. I should greet him with the utmost courtesy, but unfortunately it is inconvenient. However, I am aware of your purpose. I only know that it is related to the Ghost Head Group. I hope you will understand why it is inconvenient to meet me. Also, please be sure to follow the rules next time you visit.”

A few words of courtesy followed by force.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.

Kami Kotekawa was somewhat surprised: "We didn't lay a hand on that mute girl, so what rule did we break?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro thought for a moment, then said sheepishly, "It's been so long since I've been here that I forgot. It seems like weapons aren't allowed inside... No wonder she hasn't shown herself. But it's alright, we already know the information we needed... Let's go! Business is important! Let's investigate this Oni-head Group first..."

Kotekawa Kami grunted in agreement, went back to get his things, and wrapped his head in the cloth again. Led by the old woman outside, he left the place.

Standing outside the door, he glanced back, then looked around at the quiet surroundings, and said in surprise, "You got the clue so easily? How incompetent are the Special Division agents in Shinjuku?"

“It’s only simple in your eyes!” Ishikawa Yasuhiro gave a wry smile, gesturing towards the shop behind him, and explained, “The owner of this shop is very low-key, but extremely extraordinary. Ordinary people have no way of getting in touch with her. I was only allowed to come here because my family had some connections with her before, and…” He lowered his voice, “The fee just now was only a preliminary payment. If we continue investigating this lead and solve the case, we’ll need to pay the full reward…”

Kotegawa Kami realized that this was due to Ishikawa's own personal connections.

Will special medical expenses be reimbursed?

“Of course I’ll reimburse you!” Ishikawa Yasuhiro’s voice rose a little. “I’m not a sucker, why should I pay out of my own pocket? But if we can find Fujiwara Kaori successfully, it’ll be worth it even if we don’t reimburse you.”

The two chatted as they left.

After they left, the image of the shop gradually became blurry and then quickly changed into another appearance.

……

Kotegawa Kami and Ishikawa Yasuhiro returned to the bustling and lively Red Romance area, and then parted ways at the exit.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was in a hurry to go back and investigate the Oni-no-Kami group. Kote Kawakami, seeing that there was nothing else to do for the time being, thought for a moment, parted ways with him there, and turned back with his travel bag.

This time, he brought not only a sword, but also several unwashed clothes that Fujiwara Kaori had worn.

After all, he didn't have Ishikawa Yasuhiro's extensive and deep network of connections, nor did he have any better ideas, so he could only try this clumsy method.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa said that the people disappeared in the vicinity of this area, so there is a high probability that the people are in this place, since all the intersections have been blocked off since the disappearances occurred.

So unless the person is already dead.

For example, being eaten by a monster or something...

It was precisely because of this consideration that he risked everything and shamelessly asked Mr. Fujiwara for a few pieces of clothing that his granddaughter had worn but had not yet been washed.

"Sigh..." He sighed, opened the bag and sniffed it gently. He didn't dare to concentrate too much, only daring to open it up a little and check small areas at a time, otherwise his nose would definitely be ruined.

A variety of complex and indescribable smells rushed in.

Kami Kotegawa suppressed his nausea and walked on expressionlessly.

He truly loathed this talent, yet sometimes he had to rely on it.

Rats are naturally drawn to sewers, so if a rat used this talent, it would absolutely love it, right?

He walked and stopped intermittently, like a tourist wandering aimlessly.

To avoid the trouble of being approached by strangers, he also used [Nightmare] as a disguise.

If someone pays attention, they will notice that someone was walking towards them from a distance, but when they got closer, the person disappeared.

Tsk, it's as interesting as a ghost story.

This red-light district isn't very large, but it's definitely not small either. The buildings are crammed together on top of each other, maximizing the use of space, like a minivan where you never know how many people will get out when the door opens.

So the flavor is too complex.

He smelled it for a while, but his nose felt numb and his head was spinning. He figured he would get poisoned if he kept smelling it, so he had no choice but to give up and change his approach.

He found a place to sit down and rest, and then called Ishikawa Yasuhiro to ask if he had found out yet.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was just about to call him.

"The Oni-head Group is a yakuza organization that operates throughout the country and has connections with several overseas countries... They are suspected of running a business with prostitutes!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's voice became more serious.

After a moment's thought, Kamiko Kotekawa asked, "What is a female entertainer?"

“They are people who sell women to brothels, making a living by buying and selling women; they act as intermediaries between brothels and women’s parents. Of course, there are also kidnappers. It’s a heinous business!” Yasuhiro Ishikawa’s voice was heavy. “In the past, these people liked to operate in some poor rural areas, specializing in ‘buying’ seven- or eight-year-old girls. Now, this situation is almost extinct, but we can’t say for sure that it doesn’t exist at all… The Oni-gumi may still be doing this kind of thing.”

Kotekawa Kami stood up and asked, "So, it's very likely that Fujiwara Kaori and the others will be sold somewhere?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was silent for a while, then lowered his voice: "The worst thing is that you've been sold to a monster... There's one of their offices near you, and the Special Division has started transferring people. I'll send you the address. Go take a look first, and try to do it as quickly as possible."

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Chapter Three: Where exactly is Fujiwara Kaori?

The Oni-Kuji organization's facade was quite unassuming, with only a single glass door a little over a meter wide and a sign next to it displaying the organization's name. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was a yakuza organization.

Having arrived a step ahead, Kotekawa Kami glanced at the window with the light on, and without thinking much, pushed open the door and went inside.

Whether these are the people who committed the mass disappearances, or whether Fujiwara Kaori is here, just come in, take a walk around, and ask someone.

As for who to ask... of course, you should ask the leader.

His gaze swept around the room.

Two burly men wearing sunglasses were sitting on the sofa by the door, and they were both turning their heads to look at the door at the same time.

Kotekawa Kami stared at them quietly, and before they could glare at him, stand up, and start cursing, his figure almost vanished into a blur.

A heavy thud sounded.

The two burly men, who hadn't gotten up yet, sat back down.

After watching for a while, Kotekawa Kami straightened them up, making them snuggle together lovingly, before he went upstairs down the narrow staircase.

Unlike the friendly atmosphere between the two burly men downstairs, the upstairs area was bustling with activity. People were playing cards, singing karaoke, and drinking. The bald-headed members of the gang gathered in twos and threes, and some were even smoking and making strange noises, creating a chaotic and unsettling atmosphere.

Kami Kotekawa covered his nose and walked straight toward the closed office door further inside.

After all, the excitement and joy always belong to others; as a working man, he has to work hard to earn them.

He knocked on the door politely and listened attentively.

A faint, rhythmic patting sound and a woman's teasing voice could be heard.

"Looks like they're busy? But I'm in a hurry too..." Kotekawa Kami tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge, so it looked like it was locked from the inside.