Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Han Chuanyou brought his nose close to her neck, inhaling her rich fragrance, and noticed her crystal-clear white earlobe. He gently put it in his mouth and teased her.

"Um……"

Han Chuan Mei Yue's body trembled slightly, and she let out a barely audible groan as she tried to turn over.

"Get out of the way, you're poking me, I need to take a bath."

Do you want your younger brother to give you a back massage?

"Dream on, but don't let it lead you to some weird place."

"You're being too polite."

"That's still better than seeing you inside."

Soaking in the bathwater that Mizuki had just finished bathing in, the water temperature was just right, and Han Chuan You let out a soft sigh.

Now I finally have time to study the spells I just acquired.

He took out a jade slip emitting a white spiritual light from his storage ring, placed it on his forehead, and sensed the magic contained within it.

A stream of information flooded into his mind, and the content about magic gradually became clearer, which he slowly digested.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

The art of capturing scenery and returning to its origin is less a technique and more a supernatural power.

The main function is to incorporate the information and images seen into any storage medium. In addition, it can also generate ordinary images or projections. Images are easy to understand, while projections are similar to modern holographic projections.

Of course, the clarity will definitely surpass all current technologies.

Chapter 141 Eat First as a Sign of Respect, Death's Lure-Inducing Supplement Plan

Han Chuan You pondered for a moment.

The effects of this spell... are quite interesting.

I wonder if USB drives and memory cards can be included. If so, then my plan to shoot a blockbuster movie can be put on the agenda.

Find some enthusiastic extras, drag them into the illusion created by the Bewitching Illusion God, and let them experience all sorts of strange illusions.

Then, the "Return to Origin" technique is activated to record the content of the illusion and store it on a USB drive or other medium for dissemination.

Those terrifying, bizarre, and surreal images will circulate online and on the streets, instilling fear and awe in people...

By playing tricks and making a spectacle of death, the existence of the Grim Reaper becomes even more mysterious.

And he himself watched as the entire world was kept in the dark by him.

The more he thought about it, the more interesting it seemed.

The next step is to test the effects of the spell.

He picked up his phone from the shelf, opened Douyin (TikTok), and the first video pushed to him was of a swimsuit-clad woman shaking her breasts and lifting her buttocks; she had a very hot figure.

Han Chuanyou gave a thumbs up. With the powerful beauty filter, some of the beauties were indeed worth looking at. Of course, it's fine to just look online; it's a different story in real life, where it would be very difficult to meet them.

He activated the "Return to Origin" technique, and the synchronized video footage immediately appeared before his eyes, except that the footage before him was a holographic image.

The incredibly realistic scene unfolded before him, the trembling arcs seeming almost within reach.

Incredibly powerful.

Thinking of something, he suddenly felt a surge of excitement; if it were anything else...

He immediately criticized himself: Is something as lofty as immortal arts meant for this?

After a while, a soft moan came from the bathroom.

Oh no! Han Chuanyou realized something was wrong and immediately stopped.

The audio accidentally synchronized too.

"Xiao You, what are you doing in there? Is it really necessary to be so thirsty?"

The sudden noise from the bathroom made Han Chuan Mei Yue instantly realize what this brat was doing.

"It was a prank video that TikTok recommended to me. It was meant to scare people to death. I definitely didn't watch that kind of thing."

Han Chuanyou immediately denied it, absolutely refusing to admit his perverted behavior.

"You'd better do that."

Inside the bathroom, Han Chuan You remarked that using magic in such a strange place was indeed quite powerful.

This is the proper way to use magic.

Next is the last function.

Han Chuanyou wrapped a bath towel around himself, came to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, activated his magic, and a glimmer of light flashed across his fingers.

He opened his phone and was pleasantly surprised to find his own photos in the album.

Very good... Han Chuan You opened the chat window with the Minister.

Oops, I accidentally sent the selfie.

When Yagyu Genon's phone rang, she picked it up and glanced at it, a blush immediately appearing on her cheeks.

This guy... is posting these kinds of indecent pictures again.

However, the angle of the shot bothered her a little.

That's a bit strange. How was this video filmed? It looks like it was filmed in front of a mirror, but the person doesn't have a phone in their hand. Did someone help them?

Looking at the boy on the screen, his fair yet unpretentious skin glowed with a healthy light under the warm bathroom lights, and water droplets slid down his muscular physique, making him look incredibly sexy...

In the end, she honestly clicked "save".

[Han Chuan You: In exchange, how about I see your legs?]

[Yagyu Genon: You filthy pervert, get lost!]

Han Chuanyou's lips curled into a smile, relentlessly insisting: "It would be outrageous not to give it to you. I've already sent you so many!"

Yagyu Genon frowned, bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. Then she raised her foot, pointed at the bottom of her toes, and took a close-up photo as if she wanted to stomp him to death. She then sent the photo angrily.

Here you go, I'll stomp you to death, you pervert!

Han Chuanyou looked at the feet that filled the entire screen, surprised by this unexpected bonus. He clicked to save:

"Very well, I'll eat first."

The blush on Liu Shengxian's cheeks deepened, and she became even more embarrassed and annoyed. Her face was red as she threw away her phone and ignored him.

……

The Metropolitan Police Department has been under continuous pressure from higher-ups, and the plan to capture the Grim Reaper has finally been put on the table amidst intense preparations.

At this moment, in a spacious office at the Metropolitan Police Department.

At the head of the conference table sat a young man who looked to be in his late twenties. His Metropolitan Police Department uniform was impeccably pressed, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a handsome face. Compared to the weathered-looking frontline detectives with dark circles under their eyes, he looked more like the protagonist from a detective drama.

Masahide Nagata's father is a current member of parliament. He has not disgraced his family by coming from a gold watch company and has become the head of the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department at a young age.

His gaze swept over the agents on both sides of the long table who followed his lead blindly, and a sense of smug satisfaction welled up inside him.

No matter how strong these people are at solving cases, they still have to obey your orders in the end. That's how cruel class divisions are.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice:

"Then, the plan to lure Death will proceed as planned. I will announce at the press conference that we have captured Death's accomplices and transferred them to the designated detention facility. Now, we'll see if Death takes the bait."

Tanaka Tsukasa hesitated, carefully considering his words before speaking:

"Chief, this is too risky and doesn't conform to the Metropolitan Police Department's procedures. We can't just convict someone and then send them in..."

"Case handling procedures?"

Masahide Nagata frowned, his tone somewhat displeased.

“Special times call for special measures. Death has been causing trouble for so long, and you've been making a fuss for so long. The higher-ups aren't satisfied, and the public isn't buying it either. My plan can at least help the Metropolitan Police Department regain some ground in terms of public opinion.”

In his view, Tanaka Tsukasa was clearly challenging his authority. What did these people know about solving cases? They hadn't been able to catch a Grim Reaper for so long, and the Metropolitan Police Department was being criticized along with them.

As someone who graduated from the University of Tokyo and came from the gold watch group, I am among the elite of the elite. Don't I know more about these people than they do?

That's the effect he wanted. If Death doesn't show up, who among the general public would believe that the Metropolitan Police Department has really caught Death's accomplice?

The Metropolitan Police Department's reputation has been ruined by the public, and it must be salvaged no matter what.

If Death appears as planned, it will confirm that the Metropolitan Police Department has indeed caught Death's accomplices, and the public will naturally change their opinion of the Metropolitan Police Department.

His resume will also be enriched with a significant achievement: he cracked the key breakthrough in the Death Case, making outstanding contributions.

If Death doesn't appear, that's fine too. He said that person is Death's accomplice, and that person is indeed Death's accomplice.

In any case, the Metropolitan Police Department can give the public an explanation, and he himself can be portrayed as a crime-solving hero of the Metropolitan Police Department, paving the way for his future entry into politics.

"It's settled then, let's proceed according to this procedure."

Masahide Nagata closed the folder, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"The rest is up to Inspector Tanaka to communicate with Mr. William and the others and have them deploy those secret weapons."

Now that things had come to this, Tsukasa Tanaka had no choice but to agree, and he sighed inwardly.

These incompetent professionals in the professional team, wouldn't it be better if they just stayed in their offices drinking tea? They insist on meddling in frontline case handling, it's really a headache.

However, he also had to admit that this plan did indeed have a very high chance of attracting the Grim Reaper's attention.

The only one who felt wronged was probably the innocent person who was about to be pushed out as an accomplice of Death.

Yes, that person was destined to become a sacrifice in this political show.

Chapter 142 Filming Begins, a Death God Epic (Please keep reading! 9K!)

According to information provided by Hamabe Umiho, Hanakawa Yu's target tonight is a drug trafficking group.

Perfect timing! He couldn't possibly turn down actors who were practically offered up; his new movie was waiting for them to start filming.

In a private room of an underground bar in Adachi Ward.

On the sofa, a man covered in tattoos is embracing a woman, a cigar dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke.

Daiki Miyamoto, the head of Tokyo's underground drug trafficking network, has been in the business for seven or eight years. Now he says that he is second to none in the industry.

Why are the goods taking so long to arrive this week?

His tone was displeased.

The subordinate standing before him spoke with trepidation:

"Tokyo has been cracking down hard lately because of the Grim Reaper thing, especially those people who made contact..."

"Bullshit!" Miyamoto Daiki interrupted impatiently. "Do you think I don't know what kind of people they are? They're just making excuses to get me to spend more money."

To get to where I am today in Tokyo, I have to give a lot of bribes to the people above me.

Those protectors, whether in official or clandestine, are a bunch of ruthless bastards. Their talk of being connected to the Grim Reaper and rising transportation costs is nothing more than an attempt to squeeze another layer of profit out of him.

He has already distributed a considerable amount of profit, but with so many mouths to feed, the only way to recoup the ill-gotten gains is to extract them from drug addicts.

He believed that those drug addicts would willingly part with their money; for that cheap powder, they would even willingly offer their wives to him to play with.

"Then we'll just have to raise the price." Miyamoto Daiki pinched the woman's sensitive spot in his arms and said with a smile, "Let them blame the Grim Reaper, don't you think?"

"Yes……"

The woman nodded obediently, not daring to resist in the slightest.

She was originally a respectable woman, but after her husband became addicted to drugs, the family fortune was squandered, and in the end, even she was given away to the man in front of her.

At first she struggled, but the man in front of her thought she wasn't promiscuous enough, so he injected her with drugs.

The drugs destroyed her mind and shattered her sense of shame. She felt that the more she sank into depravity, the more comfortable, the more decadent, and the more satisfying it was. It was as if only in this way could she stop thinking about the person she once was, standing in the sunlight.

With that thought in mind, the woman slowly slid down.

Miyamoto Daiki squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and the people around him were used to it, drinking and chatting. The air in the private room was filled with smoke, alcohol and a kind of decadent smell.

On the other side, Akihiro Horita picked up his glass, took a sip, and slowly began to speak:

"That's good too. With prices going up, our loan business will become more and more prosperous."

He owns a loan agency that appears to be a legitimate financial company, but in reality, it specializes in usury.

He had a deep collaboration with Daiki Miyamoto, who was responsible for supplying the drugs, while he was responsible for squeezing every last bit of value out of those addicts.