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

The two walked towards the school gate.

In the distance, a Special Branch vehicle stopped outside the gate, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro, wearing a Special Branch uniform, got out of the car and stood at the gate.

After they got closer.

Ishikawa took a few steps forward, straightened up, and, like a subordinate, loudly greeted Fujiwara-sensei, "Long time no see, Mr. Fujiwara!"

Ms. Fujiwara frowned: "I'm not old enough to be hard of hearing yet!"

"Yes!"

Kotegawa watched in astonishment.

Even though Ishikawa has become the head of headquarters, he still respects Fujiwara-sensei as always... Could it be that Fujiwara-sensei has some identity that he doesn't know about?

On the other side, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who had already greeted him, relaxed and looked at him with surprise, saying, "You're back! Perfect timing, I've run into a little trouble here and might need your help."

"Oh……"

Chapter 163 Adachi Ward Gang Death Incident (5,000-word chapter, please vote with monthly tickets)

Kotegawa initially thought that Ishikawa Yasuhiro and Fujiwara-sensei were talking about the same thing, but after getting on the bus, he realized that the Special Division seemed to be in real trouble.

"An entire yakuza gang in Adachi Ward has been wiped out?"

Kotegawa looked thoughtful: "Isn't this a good thing?"

The teacher sitting next to him glanced at him but didn't say anything.

In the front passenger seat, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, leaning to the side, shook his head: "The yakuza have been peaceful for a long time, without any major troubles. But now that one gang is gone, the territory and businesses left behind have become prime targets for other yakuza. The gangs are all thinking about how to expand their power, and none of them want to see their rivals grow stronger, so a fight is inevitable."

His face was full of worry.

Actually, gang fights are not within the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, this large-scale death incident was under their jurisdiction, and they had been given a strict order from above: they had to achieve effective results within 24 hours and close the case within 48 hours.

Although the majority of the pressure is still on the Adachi branch, he is now the department head, unlike when he was a section chief, when he was ordered to go to the scene immediately no matter what he was doing.

But it's foreseeable that this matter will eventually fall on his shoulders; it's only a matter of time.

Especially when he learned that Kotegawa wasn't in Tokyo...

But things are better now.

Most of the worries I had just felt have disappeared.

Fujiwara-sensei looked at Ishikawa Yasuhiro and said in a leisurely voice, "This time, no evil spirits will cause trouble, right? Can you be sure it's not a mass poisoning or a natural gas leak?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa glanced at his watch: "Many people hope it was an accident. The Metropolitan Police Department is still investigating. A batch of compiled information will be sent over around nine o'clock."

He was originally supposed to stay in the office, sharing information and events from his colleagues and preparing to respond, but he suddenly received a call from Professor Fujiwara, who told him that something had happened at the school, so he rushed over.

As they were talking, the female assistant in the driver's seat slowly brought the car to a stop, looked ahead and said, "Boss, we've arrived."

The four people got off the bus.

Kotegawa looked up and saw that it was a well-known university-affiliated hospital.

Fujiwara-sensei walked forward with her hands behind her back, her back slightly hunched, at a moderate pace.

Kotegawa followed beside him, looking around.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro stood tall and straight, his face solemn and unsmiling.

His burly assistant followed a step behind him, one hand on his waist.

It was only then that Kotegawa noticed that the assistant was carrying a handgun.

"Relax," Ishikawa Yasuhiro said to her as he turned his head.

It's one thing at other times, but to be so wary when you're with Kotegawa this time is really disrespectful to him.

The assistant was a very honest person; she zipped up her clothes to cover the gun.

Wearing the Special Department uniform, Yasuhiro Ishikawa was already a big star in Tokyo. The nickname "Special Department Buster" was more deeply ingrained in people's minds than the most popular idols at the moment.

Many people cast their gazes in awe.

The four of them entered the inpatient department and, after wandering around inside, finally arrived at the psychiatric ward.

A nurse personally led them to a ward, where two special ward specialists were sitting outside, engrossed in eating their boxed lunches.

Upon seeing Ishikawa Yasuhiro, they immediately put down their lunchboxes and stood up straight.

The Bunkyo Special Division, Ishikawa Yasuhiro's former employer, took over the Kano Academy incident. He patted his former subordinate on the shoulder and gestured towards the quiet room: "What's the situation now?"

"Yes! He was just given a sedative!" the agent replied quickly when asked. "But this kid is never calm. He goes crazy as soon as he stops taking the medication and has lost his most basic life skills."

What did the doctor say?

"No problems were found during the examination; the person is in excellent health."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded and turned to look at Professor Fujiwara.

Ms. Fujiwara sighed softly and asked, "Are his parents here?"

"Yes, I just went to see the doctor to ask about the situation."

He had barely finished speaking when two hurried footsteps sounded from around the corner.

A man and a woman walked over quickly.

The specialist standing nearby said, "They are the parents of the person in question."

Fujiwara-sensei glanced at it.

The man with wrinkles on his cheeks looked at Fujiwara-sensei, then at Ishikawa Yasuhiro, his lips moved, and he lowered his head slightly: "I am Reito's father. Please take good care of my son's affairs!"

Ms. Fujiwara calmly said, "This time, our school has invited the most professional people, but if the examination reveals that it is not a supernatural event, then this matter will likely be diagnosed as a genetic disease. You have no objections, do you?"

Because the illness was "sudden" and there was no physical damage, the school had specialists from the special department examine the patient, but they couldn't find the cause either. The final conclusion of the investigation was "hereditary mental illness".

However, neither set of parents approved and they continued to put pressure on the school.

"I still reserve my opinion!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, probably out of consideration for Ishikawa Yasuhiro's presence, and refrained from saying anything unpleasant.

Fujiwara-sensei neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply gestured with her lips: "Let's go in and take a look."

The assistant took the lead and opened the door, then looked up and took a step back.

A rather unpleasant stench emanated from the house.

People in the corridor covered their noses.

Kotegawa watched quietly, then raised his hand. A cool breeze blew up, dispersing all the stench... but it still smelled terrible.

Fujiwara-sensei and Ishikawa Yasuhiro showed no unusual reaction, turning to look at him with questions in their eyes.

Kotegawa didn't even want to go in, but after glancing at the woman beside the middle-aged man, his spirit trembled, and a voice entered Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart: "You tell me."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was startled, looked at him in surprise, and listened intently.

After a moment, he looked into the room again, and at the boy on the bed in the ward, he showed a thoughtful expression.

"Please, please wait a moment." The middle-aged man turned to find a caregiver.

However, Ishikawa Yasuhiro raised his hand and said, "No need, I have a pretty good idea of ​​where your son's problem lies."

"what?!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said seriously, "First of all, I must tell you that it was not ghosts or monsters that did anything to your son; it has absolutely nothing to do with them!"

The two people next to him immediately looked disappointed.

“However, I happen to know what this disease is.” Ishikawa Yasuhiro’s face was inscrutable. “It’s a very strange disease called ‘sharp tongue syndrome.’ Your son’s symptoms are very similar to this disease! It usually affects people who are sharp-tongued.”

"A foul mouth?" The boy's parents were speechless.

Fujiwara-sensei, the nurse next to her, and the two special specialists were also deeply shocked.

Kotegawa's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything. These weren't things he taught him.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa pointed and said, "Go slap him thirty times, and that should cure him completely. If you don't believe me, you can try it now. I guarantee it will make your son recover."

The middle-aged man looked into the ward, his face filled with disbelief: "It's that simple?"

Although it sounds like nonsense, the fact that these words came from the mouth of the "Evil Spirits' Nemesis" immediately increased their credibility.

"Go ahead, it can't hurt to try." The woman next to him nudged him.

The middle-aged man's lips twitched down, he nodded forcefully, strode into the room, walked to the bedside, removed the boy's breathing mask, held the boy's head with one hand and placed the other on his cheek, looked out the door, and asked, "Do you think this is right?"

"let's hit."

The man steeled his resolve.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

A loud, crisp slap echoed.

After making a full thirty calls, the man, clutching his aching hand, looked at his son on the bed.

A dark red arc appeared, flickered slightly, and disappeared into the air.

The middle-aged man and the others then realized what was happening and let out a gasp of surprise.

"It works! It really works!" the middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro coughed: "He hasn't woken up yet, most likely because of the sedatives. Finally, I must tell you to make sure he watches what he says and reads more Buddhist scriptures to purify his mind. This illness is entirely his own doing."

"Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely do as you say!" The man had no more doubts and quickly agreed.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn't say anything more, and looked at Fujiwara-sensei with a questioning gaze.

Fujiwara-sensei paused for a moment, then turned and left.

谷暓

Kotegawa, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end, followed closely behind, while Ishikawa and his assistant quickly caught up as well, leaving the two special agents looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Bad mouth syndrome?"

……