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

"My only worry is that one day you'll get stabbed in the back for juggling multiple relationships..."

A slightly cruel smile appeared on Kujou's lips. He used his paintbrush as a knife and made a cut across Kujou's neck.

"very scary."

Han Chuanyou patted his chest with an air of importance.

Nine Fox Feathers put down their paintbrush and continued painting: "I don't think you know anything about fear."

Chapter 144 New Developments in Death - A Terrifying Thought

Art class is over.

Kujou Kitsune took the drawing paper off the easel and handed it to Hankawa Yu.

In the center of the image is a faceless man surrounded by several equally faceless girls, who are dismembering him with sharp blades.

The colors are vibrant, the brushstrokes bold, and the composition well-balanced. Although the girls' faces are not visible, their anger, jealousy, and determination can be seen through their body language...

Every emotion is vividly portrayed.

It has a high artistic value, comparable to museum collections.

Han Chuanyou examined the painting for a moment, finding it increasingly interesting. He decided to hang it in his bedroom to constantly remind himself of his grand ideals.

However, with my current strength, it's probably a bit difficult for me to get killed.

"What is the name of this painting?" he asked.

"The consequences of being a womanizer." Kujou Kitsune put away her paintbrush, her tone calm.

"Not bad." Han Chuanyou carefully put away the drawing paper, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I like it very much."

Kujou Kitsune sighed helplessly, feeling somewhat powerless against the boy before him:

"You'd better hope you don't end up like the character in this painting."

"Fox Feather, would you really do this to me?"

Kujou Kitsune smiled knowingly: "Who knows?"

"This is terrifying. I think I need to seriously re-examine our relationship."

"Ah……"

……

The Hanchuan family.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen into the living room, and the evening news was playing on the television. Han Chuanyou lay on the sofa, looking relaxed.

"Dinner is ready."

Han Chuan Mei Yue came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, untied her apron and hung it aside.

"Coming." Han Chuanyou responded, but as soon as he stood up, his eyes were drawn to the news on the television.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has made significant progress in the Grim Reaper case. Under the leadership of Chief Masahide Nagata of the First Investigation Division, the Grim Reaper's accomplice has been successfully captured."

The female host was broadcasting in front of the camera when the screen switched to a replay of this morning's press conference.

Masahide Nagata, dressed in a sharp suit, stood in front of the podium with a serious expression, speaking eloquently to the camera, looking every bit the hero who was ridding the people of evil.

"The Grim Reaper actually has accomplices?"

Han Chuan You was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously switched his perspective to the sea lotus by the shore.

The image appeared; it wasn't in the bathroom or the cell, so he was relieved. He had thought she had gone inside.

"Calling him an accomplice is pointless; anyone with eyes can see he's just a scapegoat." Han Chuan Meiyue placed the last dish on the table, her tone laced with sarcasm. "It's just to give this guy a gilded reputation."

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her and took the chopsticks:

Do you know this person?

"How could I not recognize you?"

Meiyue picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in his bowl, her tone disdainful.

"He has a good father who became the head of the First Investigation Division at a young age. He claims to solve cases under his leadership, but what cases has he solved? He probably hasn't even been to the crime scene more than a few times."

As an outstanding graduate of the University of Tokyo and an excellent member of the Gold Watch Group, she consistently ranks among the top in every year's assessments, whether it's marksmanship, swordsmanship, or combat skills. It took her a lot of effort to reach her current position.

That guy, whose performance evaluations were terrible every year, was able to easily be promoted to head of the First Investigation Division.

That's the difference in class. That guy's appearance is only considered outstanding among those stinky men in the Metropolitan Police Department, but he's still a good-for-nothing, far inferior to Han Chuan You.

"Mizuki, you're not bad either, aren't you? You're a section chief too!"

"What kind of section chief am I? I don't even have many people under me." Mizuki sighed. "I can only wait until you become successful in the future and promote me."

"I think if you just say the word, Mizuki, and Miss Kujo gives the order, you can get promoted tomorrow."

"That's true." Mizuki paused in her chewing, lost in thought.

With the power of the Kujo family, this is really not a difficult task.

She immediately shook her head: "Forget it, it's weird to think about how it was obtained by exchanging your body, Xiaoyou."

After thinking for a moment, she put down her chopsticks, looked at Han Chuanyou, and said with resentment:

"I always feel like it's a story about a wife sacrificing herself for her husband's career, and I can't accept that."

“Mizuki, you know a lot.” Han Chuanyou patted his chest nonchalantly, revealing an expression of self-assurance. “Don’t worry, I can handle it. My body is fine. If you really feel guilty, Mizuki, just repay me with your body.”

"Get out of here." Meiyue flicked his forehead and said coquettishly, "You're acting innocent after getting the benefit."

It's not that Han Chuan Meiyue had no thoughts about handing him over; it's just that she cared more about Han Chuan You than herself.

After the news broadcast about the Grim Reaper's accomplice ended, Han Chuan You gleaned several pieces of information from it.

The alleged criminal will be transferred to the government prison on Saturday for custody.

The specific time and destination were released, and Han Chuanyou keenly sensed that this was probably an operation targeting him.

It seems that after he killed Arai Ryohei, the swarm of insects above began to fear him and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Han Chuanyou pondered for a moment. Regardless of whether it was a trap aimed at him, he would still go and meet them when the time came.

The escort time was even scheduled for Saturday, as they were worried they wouldn't have time to go; they were quite thoughtful.

An invisible net is slowly closing in, enveloping death.

On Nagata Masahide's side, in addition to arranging operations against the Grim Reaper these past two days, he has also given many interviews to the media.

With the Metropolitan Police Department's deliberate manipulation, he was showing signs of becoming a rising star in the department's investigations, resembling a rising star, and even on the verge of becoming the spokesperson for the Metropolitan Police Department.

He's been feeling quite smug these past few days.

In the office, he leaned back in his comfortable leather chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, and asked Tanaka Tsukasa across from him:

"Inspector Tanaka, how's your communication with Colonel William going?"

Standing before the table, Tanaka Tsukasa reported in a calm and even tone:

"Colonel William said there was no problem, and we just need to follow the planned route. In addition, they have completed the modifications to our escort vehicles."

"That's fine."

Masahide Nagata picked up his coffee, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

He looked out the window, his gaze sweeping over the gray and white buildings of the Metropolitan Police Department, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

Death, caught in his own carefully laid trap, was captured in disarray, while he himself stood in the spotlight, announcing this momentous victory.

With all sorts of special weapons at your disposal, Death, where can you possibly run?

This time, he was determined to win.

Just as the Metropolitan Police Department and the United States were rapidly deploying their forces against Death.

Another piece of news about the Grim Reaper also began to circulate.

A video originating from the dark web has caused quite a stir online.

The YouTuber Tomoki Konishi was the first to fuel the fire.

He provided frame-by-frame commentary on the video on his channel, describing the bizarre prehistoric creatures and realistic gore in the video in an almost fantastical way.

While trying to explain that this was impossible, they repeatedly emphasized with various professional analyses that it didn't look like special effects; it was too real, almost like it was filmed with a live camera.

The video's views rose rapidly, exceeding one million, and even ten million, in just two days.

In this era where traffic is king, this chilling gimmick, coupled with the Grim Reaper tag, is sure to generate a lot of traffic, and he really capitalized on this wave of attention.

Despite being heavily blurred, the video's graphic violence is still evident.

Some people just thought this was a promotional video for some R-rated dinosaur movie and said the blogger was just trying to make easy money.

However, many netizens still connected the footage in the video with recent bizarre cases in Tokyo, trying to prove that the Grim Reaper really exists and possesses power far beyond human comprehension.

Some observant individuals noticed something amiss, among them being Yosuke Mukai, the head of the Metropolitan Police Department's Drugs and Firearms Countermeasures Division.

He certainly recognized Miyamoto Daiki's face. As a notorious drug lord in Tokyo's underworld, he was someone whose power he couldn't touch.

After Miyamoto Daiki suddenly disappeared, some forces assumed that he had taken action against Miyamoto Daiki and tried to obtain information through intermediaries.

But how could he possibly know that Miyamoto Daiki's disappearance had nothing to do with him?

Until he accidentally saw some bizarre videos online recently, which instantly sent chills down his spine.

One of the so-called main actors in the video is Miyamoto Daiki, and several other key members of the drug traffickers who recently disappeared also appear in the video.

How could that be? You can't exactly say they went to film a movie these past few days, can you?

He immediately contacted Tomoki Konishi, obtained the original, unedited video, and sent it to a professional institution overnight for frame-by-frame analysis.

Finally, the professional organization came to a result that sent chills down his spine.

The video has not undergone any post-production processing, and at least with current technology, no trace of tampering can be detected.

However, with the current level of special effects, how could such realistic and coherent ultra-high-precision images be produced in just two days?

That leaves only one possibility.

The video is real.

And everything that happened inside... is most likely true.

Miyamoto Daiki wasn't filming a movie; he actually experienced that nightmarish trial somewhere.

And all of this undoubtedly points to the same person: Death.

Tomorrow is the official start date of the plan.

In the meeting room of the First Investigation Division, Masahide Nagata and William Jones were present.

Yosuke Mukai knocked on the conference room door.

After entering, he came to Nagata Masahide's side, his expression slightly serious: "I think Section Chief Nagata needs to take a look at the latest clues about the Grim Reaper."

"What clue?"

Masahide Nagata was puzzled by the sudden appearance of Yosuke Mukai, the head of the Anti-Drug and Gun Countermeasures Section, who had nothing to do with their investigation division.

"I have a video here."

Without offering any further explanation, Yosuke Mukai simply took out a USB drive and plugged it into the computer in the conference room.

The image on the projection screen lit up.

Everyone in the conference room turned their attention to the screen.

A dimly lit jungle scene slowly plays: giant millipedes, swarms of ferns, people fleeing in terror through the mud, and then a prehistoric behemoth that sends chills down your spine...

Bloody, violent, and so realistic it's chilling.

After a while, the video ended, and the conference room fell silent for a brief moment.

Chapter 145 High-Tech Weapons, The Wide Net Unfurled

After a moment of silence, Nagata Masahide spoke first, his tone somewhat impatient:

"Section Chief Mukai, you took time out of your busy schedule to come all this way just so we could watch an R-rated movie?"

“No,” Tanaka Tsukasa interrupted, his voice turning somber. “This doesn’t look like a movie.”

William Jones's expression also turned serious.