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

After leaving the hospital, the four of them got into the car. Fujiwara-sensei first glanced at Kotegawa, then at Ishikawa Yasuhiro: "Let's go to the next one and see if they also have the 'mouthyness syndrome'."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro remained silent.

Kotegawa, who was standing nearby, casually remarked, "That family member probably suffered from shock syndrome; they'll get over it on their own after a while."

"Is that so?" Fujiwara-sensei replied expressionlessly.

The car drove back to the school, and Mr. Fujiwara got out and walked through the gate with his hands behind his back.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro plopped down in the back seat, letting out a sigh of relief, and said, "Only you would dare to joke around with Mr. Fujiwara like this."

Kotegawa glanced at the scenery outside the window, somewhat surprised: "Are you afraid of Fujiwara-sensei?"

“It’s not fear, it’s nervousness,” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said cautiously. “Lord Fujiwara is actually quite remarkable. Although he’s only the head of student affairs at the school now, his influence is still considerable! Like Shizuka Ichijo’s father, in the Fujiwara Pavilion…”

Kotegawa tilted his head back and thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly and changed the subject, saying, "Tell me about this trouble. Is there any news?"

Getting down to business, Ishikawa Yasuhiro also put aside his distractions, looked at his assistant in front of him, and asked, "So, has the Metropolitan Police Department sent any intelligence?"

The assistant, who was driving, said earnestly, "Boss, you can't be distracted while driving. You should watch it yourself."

A tablet flew over and nearly hit Ishikawa in the face.

He caught it in a fluster, feeling a bit angry, but seeing the bulging muscles on his assistant's shoulders, he swallowed his words and turned on the tablet himself, fiddling with it a few times.

His expression gradually turned serious. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "The deceased's clothes and body were intact, with no external injuries. The autopsy results also showed that everything was normal and there were no signs of poisoning."

Kotegawa paused, somewhat surprised: "The soul is lost?"

Ordinary people have weak souls and little spirituality; they are mostly just spirits.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa flipped through the received documents, his expression growing increasingly grim: "According to nearby CCTV footage and our investigation of the surrounding area, nothing unusual happened last night."

He looked at Kotegawa and asked in a very uncertain tone, "Do yokai that can devour souls really exist?"

"There should be some..." Kotegawa pondered. "I met a guy a couple of days ago. He really likes to eat souls and even keeps ghosts as livestock."

"Treating ghosts like livestock?" Yasuhiro Ishikawa's eyes widened in horror. "Being a corporate slave while alive is bad enough, but to have to continue this miserable life even after death?"

Kotegawa comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, if you die one day, I will personally send you to be reincarnated."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro opened his mouth, then said with a wry smile, "Thanks."

If anyone else dared to say that, he would only feel that they were cursing him, but Kotegawa was different; he meant what he said.

The assistant in front glanced enviously at the rearview mirror.

The car drove smoothly into Adachi Ward, and a completely different atmosphere from Bunkyo's wafted over.

The Adachi Ward is bustling with people and traffic, and the streets are lively, with a much stronger sense of daily life than Bunkyo.

Kotegawa rolled down the car window, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several girls dressed in light, revealing clothing, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

It's already summer?

More than ten minutes later, the car stopped next to a road sign that had been cordoned off with a long cordon and roadblocks.

The three of them got out of the car.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa and his assistant both put on rubber gloves and gas masks.

Kotegawa also put on gloves and a mask.

He doesn't need a gas mask.

There were many officers from the Metropolitan Police Department and the Special Division on joint duty at the scene.

The three of them entered the encirclement smoothly without any hindrance.

Before entering the office, Kotegawa looked up and glanced at it before stepping inside.

The three-story house was nothing special; it reeked of disinfectant and was covered with whitewashed human figures.

All the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, except those on guard duty, have been evacuated.

The empty building had a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked around cautiously, ignoring whether his assistant was nearby, and asked in a low voice, "So, is there anything strange about it?"

Kotegawa shook his head: "Very clean."

There were no ghosts here, nor any trace of monsters.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro tentatively suggested, "Shall we go up and take a look?"

The three of them went up the slightly narrow stairs. The place was similar to the first floor, with traces of white paint everywhere.

A faint purple light flickered in the depths of Kotegawa's eyes as he re-examined the room.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded downstairs.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro and his assistant turned around to look. A special affairs officer came up from behind, carrying a thick file bag. He handed it over with both hands and said seriously, "Minister, this is a summary of all the information so far."

"Thank you for your hard work," Ishikawa Yasuhiro said, and his assistant reached out to take the money.

After delivering the documents, the staff member standing at the entrance of the building turned around and left without stopping.

The assistant opened the bag, took out a thick stack of photos, and muttered, "Wouldn't it be better to send electronic files?"

"Let's put this thing aside for now," Ishikawa Yasuhiro said.

After looking at the house, Kotegawa's gaze remained unwavering. He turned around and said, "Let's go up and take another look."

"it is good!"

They went up to the third floor.

Kotegawa walked around the house a few steps, looked at the house which was still completely normal, stroked his chin and said, "Let's go check on the body."

"I'll arrange it right away!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro said without hesitation, taking out his phone and making a call to someone.

The three left and went to a hospital dedicated to special needs.

This is my first time visiting Furudegawa. It's one of the places where the Special Division deals with these strange and unusual incidents. There are shrines and talismans everywhere, making it look like a sealed place.

On the bus, Kotegawa asked curiously, "What kind of great yokai is sealed here?"

“There’s none here in Tokyo, but there is in Kyoto; this place was originally built in imitation of Kyoto.” Yasuhiro Ishikawa explained briefly: “However, with powerful Onmyoji in charge to prevent accidents like zombie resurrection, there are many strange things here, and gradually, it has become somewhat strange.”

Kotegawa nodded.

The assistant drove the car directly underground, stopping it only in the brightly lit, deep underground area.

After coming down from the Furude River, the first thing you see is the wall covered with runes and medium-sized igniters placed around it, presumably to prevent accidental power outages.

There were staff members wearing protective suits but with very pale faces waiting at the door. When they saw Ishikawa Yasuhiro, the muscles on his face seemed to be frozen, only his mouth was moving, and his voice was cold and damp, like a snake crawling on his body: "Please come with me."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro got goosebumps all over, but nodded without showing any emotion.

Are all people who have worked in this place for a long time like this?

The staff member opened the heavy alloy door by pressing his fingerprint, revealing a long, narrow corridor that seemed to be one with its sides. He walked forward and continued to lead the way.

The three people followed him, and after a series of twists and turns, they finally arrived at a large alloy gate with a red warning light on.

The staff member raised their hand to verify their fingerprint to open the door.

Kotegawa suddenly said thoughtfully, "Hmm, so you were waiting here?"

"Huh?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro and his assistant looked at him with complete confusion.

At this moment, the gate slowly moved to both sides.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro instinctively turned his head to look, but in an instant, his scalp tingled and his heart nearly stopped.

Inside the spacious morgue, a densely packed group of people dressed in floral shirts and trousers stood stiffly at the entrance, their bulging eyes and deathly pale faces staring directly at the people at the door.

Many of them were still covered with white sheets.

"Holy crap... Ah!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro couldn't hold back any longer and let out a howl.

The assistant, whose arms were as thick as a bar, also let out a terrified scream.

The staff member who opened the door and was the first to be hit fell to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth, completely terrified and unconscious.

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The eerie wailing in the corridor startled countless people. The chaotic footsteps sounded like raindrops hitting the ground, followed by a collective gasp of terror.

"A zombie outbreak! A large-scale zombie outbreak has occurred! Quickly, summon the Northern Shrine Master!"

"It's a bit noisy..." Kotekawa frowned slightly. The nightmare spread invisibly around, causing panic and several people who were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground. Their expressions instantly became blank, like emotionless machines, and they turned and left.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face also turned blank, staring blankly at the endless, densely packed "corpses."

Two lines of tears streamed down his face, but he couldn't feel any fear in his heart, as if he had lost that emotion.

Once the surroundings quieted down, Kotegawa's aura surged forth, as if a giant stood tall between heaven and earth.

The corpses filling the room seemed to respond to the shock, and spirits emerged from them, gathering together and merging into a "giant ghost" with two horns on its head, flamboyant hair, and three pupils in each eye.

Kotegawa stared at it.

The giant demon slowly opened its mouth, raised its hand, and made a decapitation gesture before shattering into countless ice crystals.

Kotegawa watched quietly, his figure vanishing from the spot in an instant, only to reappear two breaths later in the narrow underground corridor.

Sure enough, Yasuhiro Ishikawa was calling him at the top of his lungs.

Kotegawa first forced him to calm down, then looked at the corpses scattered all over the floor and said to him, "They're just ordinary corpses now. Just find some people to carry them back."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him with teary eyes, his rough voice tinged with grievance: "You...you mustn't leave me!"

Kotegawa got goosebumps all over.

He turned and left, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro quickly followed.

The assistant, who had also calmed down, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed one of the legs of the employee who had fainted from fright, dragging him along as they quickly chased after them.

The rest was much easier to handle; someone would naturally go in and clean up.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was eager to leave, so he left without saying a word.