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

Although his skills were not yet proficient, Han Chuanyou was already quite satisfied. To achieve an 80% success rate on his first attempt would be considered a sign of considerable talent in the cultivation world.

Finally, he took out the demon crystal from the Iron-Headed Dog. It was a dark red crystal the size of a fingernail, warm to the touch in his palm. He found a small stone slab, added some water to the crystal, and ground it into powder until it was as fine as cinnabar.

Then, he dipped his fingertips in the powder and applied it evenly to each paper figure, infusing it with spiritual energy to refine it into one.

This step, incorporating the demon crystal, greatly enhances the paper puppet's resilience and maneuverability.

When everything was over, Han Chuanyou formed hand seals and slowly poured spiritual power into the eight paper figures.

A faint halo began to emanate from the surface of the paper figures, and the runes lit up one by one. His consciousness extended outward along with the spiritual power, establishing a faint connection with each paper figure.

After about ten minutes, the halo gradually dissipated, and the paper figure returned to its ordinary paper form, looking completely unremarkable.

But Han Chuanyou knew that these were no longer ordinary papers.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Eight paper figures stood up from the table and lined up crookedly, like eight toddlers who had just learned to walk.

After getting used to it for a while, he focused his mind and manipulated the paper figure to move slowly on the table.

At first, it was a bit clumsy, but gradually, the movements became smoother and smoother, almost moving at will.

"good."

Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction, and then it was time to test his reconnaissance abilities.

He blew a breath.

"rise."

Eight small paper figures linked arms and formed a circle. Using this breath, they took flight and floated back and forth in the room.

He opened the window and manipulated the paper figure to fly out.

Under the cover of night, these little paper figures are inconspicuous, their shapes blending into the darkness. Even if someone sees them, they would only think they are scraps of paper blown up by the wind, and would not give them a second glance.

Han Chuanyou casually switched the perspectives of these little paper figures, like wearing VR glasses and synchronizing the perspective of a drone in real time, only with more flexible control.

Tokyo at night, with its distant neon lights flashing, exudes a unique charm.

The residential area was quiet with only a few lights on.

Han Chuan You admired the night view from the perspective of the paper doll until he noticed a woman with a good figure pressed against the glass of a detached house with a Fujii sign hanging on the door, in a room facing the courtyard.

Cleaning windows late at night without even drawing the curtains is truly indecent. Do you have some kind of special hobby?

But I have to say, this pancake is so round and thick that it makes him hungry, and the single ponytail looks pretty good too.

He didn't dare look any longer, otherwise he might have trouble sleeping tonight.

Manipulating the paper figure, it continued to drift away into the distance.

Finally, Han Chuanyou realized that the paper doll could only maintain agile operation within a distance of fifty meters at most, and there was a risk of it going out of control beyond that distance, so he gave up.

As one's strength increases, the distance that can be manipulated should be greater.

He raised his hand, and the little paper figures that had returned fell back into his hand one by one, stacking up in a pile.

The beautiful scenery today, combined with what he just saw, made him feel exceptionally energetic.

Why don't we go outside and see if we have any fire extinguishing supplies?

He hesitated for a moment.

Just do it!

Anyway, Mizuki doesn't have the habit of checking dorm rooms, and sleep is now dispensable to him.

He manipulated a paper figure to slip through the crack in the door and enter the room next door, where Mizuki was to investigate the situation.

Inside the room, the lights had already been turned off. The paper figure flew to the bedside and slowly descended in the dim light.

From the paper doll's perspective, Mizuki lay flat on the bed, seemingly asleep. Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her face and revealing a faint blush, as if she were having a dream.

But... the screen of the phone she was holding was still lit up.

The paper figure moved closer.

The screen displayed a single comic strip, the content of which was somewhat difficult to describe.

Han Chuan You remained silent for two seconds.

Sibling/brother type?

You, Meiyue, secretly watching this kind of good stuff behind my back.

His gaze slowly shifted to the bedside table, where a few crumpled wads of toilet paper had appeared in the trash can.

Judging from this situation, it seems I've missed out on a fortune...

Is Mizuki that thirsty?

Chapter 18 Pure Love Warriors in Action

Human nature.

No longer regretting what she had missed, Han Chuanyou gently opened the sliding door to the balcony, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she lightly leaped and silently jumped off the building.

After landing, he released the paper figure.

The eight paper figures drifted away in all directions, silently merging into the night, exploring the sins and secrets hidden beneath the darkness.

With paper puppets now available, the efficiency of investigation has been greatly improved, especially in those hidden corners where filth and dirt are kept. After having a third eye, it is much easier to find them.

Along the way, he deliberately avoided those surveillance cameras and chose to walk in blind spots.

Island nations place excessive emphasis on personal privacy, resulting in infrequent surveillance and consequently, shockingly low efficiency in investigating even the smallest cases.

This is one of the reasons why we often hear from Mizuki about murders happening in various places, but the official crime rate remains stable and improving.

The logical chain is actually very simple.

The higher the crime rate, the more backlogged cases there are; the more backlogged cases there are, the slower the investigations are; the slower the investigations are, the fewer criminals are caught; the fewer criminals caught, the fewer cases are officially included in the statistics; the fewer cases in the statistics, the lower the crime rate will naturally be.

That's how the laws of island nations stipulate it.

Only cases where the perpetrator is apprehended and the investigation is formally initiated will be officially included in the crime statistics. Cases that remain unresolved or are left unresolved will be treated as if they never happened and will not be included in the data.

Therefore, the higher the crime rate, the lower the crime rate.

The logic is perfectly closed.

No problem!

After searching all the way without any results, just as Han Chuanyou was about to head home, a message came from the perspective of a paper figure.

[A sinister aura has been detected; a disciple of the Hehuan Sect is about to commit an act of evil...]

Have it.

It was a car that was moving.

Inside the car, a man in a suit was driving, glancing occasionally at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The woman in the back row was completely unaware of what was happening; she was attentively feeding water to the drunk man beside her.

"Miss Inoue, I'm so sorry to have made your husband drink so much."

Hideko Inoka shook her head: "It's nothing. My husband got promoted, and he was just happy, so he drank a little more. Thank you for taking us home, Section Chief Kojima. Thank you for taking care of him all the time."

Although she always felt that the way her husband's boss sometimes looked at her was a little off, Hideko Inoka still maintained her good manners.

"Of course," Kojima Shihei replied with a smile, but his gaze lingered again on the gentle and considerate wife in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He is thirty-two years old this year. He worked his way up to section chief in the company after ten years. He can be considered successful in his career, but his family life is a mess.

Because of his congenital impotence, he often felt unable to perform sexually during his marital life, and even with medication, he could only last a few minutes.

Although his wife didn't say anything, her slightly regretful expression afterward deeply stung him, making him extremely sensitive and insecure.

Perhaps it was this inferiority complex that made him always want to assert his authority in other areas. He would beat and scold his wife over trivial matters, venting his frustrations on her until she could no longer bear it and filed for divorce.

To him, his wife was a betrayal.

So he was particularly jealous of those couples who had happy lives and wanted to break them up. Why should they be happy? Why should he be all alone?

He began to focus his attention on the wives of his subordinates—gentle, considerate, understanding…like Hideko Inoka.

He succeeded not long ago. When he saw his subordinate's wife crying uncontrollably in front of him, obeying him because of the threat of the video, his guilt and fear completely disappeared.

So what if he's impotent? He can still manipulate his subordinates' wives at will.

This time, his target was the wife of the new employee in front of him.

This guy in the well, he's so ordinary, how come he has such a considerate and understanding wife?!

However, after tonight, his wife would be his for the taking. His heart pounded with excitement; his hands trembled slightly as he gripped the steering wheel, filled with anticipation for what was to come.

"Ms. Ino, have some water. Taking care of someone must be tiring." Shihei Kojima took a bottle of water that had been prepared beforehand from the passenger seat and handed it to the back seat without making a sound.

Hideko Inoka took the water bottle and thanked her.

Her husband, Ichiro Inoue, was completely drunk and snoring on her shoulder. She was also a little thirsty, so she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips.

Shihei Kojima watched her swallow in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

The water was spiked; drinking it would gradually make people dizzy, weak, and confused, but they would retain some self-awareness.

Otherwise, what's the point if she's like a doll? It's only exciting when you see her desperate expression during the event.

The car continued driving, passing through a quiet residential area, and turned onto a side street where few people passed by.

"Hmm..." Hideko Inoka suddenly frowned, raised her hand to touch her forehead, "Why do I suddenly feel a little dizzy..."

"It's probably too stuffy in the car," Shihei Kojima said with concern. "There's a park up ahead, why don't we stop for a bit and get some fresh air?"

Hideko Inoka did not answer; she only felt her eyelids growing heavier and her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

"No, please take me home first."

Something was wrong. She tried to call the police with her phone, but Shihei Kojima grabbed it first.

"Miss Hideko, you look very unwell. I'll help you relax in a bit, and I'm sure you'll feel better."

Now that things have come to this, Shihei Kojima no longer hides his true colors and bares his disgusting fangs at this seemingly weak married woman.

"What...what do you want to do?"

You'll find out soon enough.

With a nauseating smile on his face, Shihei Kojima parked his car in the parking lot next to the park.

He opened the car door and got out, then opened the back door and shook Inoichiro Ichiro vigorously under Inoichi Hideko's horrified gaze.

Having confirmed that she was fast asleep, Shihei Kojima lowered his voice, his tone filled with suppressed excitement, and whispered in Hideko Inaka's ear:

"Madam, think about your husband's future. It will be over soon. You don't want your husband to know what happened tonight, do you?"

Hideko Inoka tried to push him away in a daze, but her hands were completely limp and she couldn't muster any strength. She wanted to scream for help, but only a weak whimper came out of her throat.

Shihei Kojima helped her out of the car and half-dragged, half-carried her toward the public restroom in the corner of the park.

He glanced back at Inoue Ichiro, who was still slumped in the back seat of the car, and a twisted, perverted smile appeared on his lips.

This subordinate would never have imagined that his gentle and virtuous wife would soon be at his mercy in a toilet stall, just a dozen meters away from him.

Once he takes the photos and videos tonight, this woman will be his puppet for life, at his beck and call, and he can make her do whatever he wants...

Just thinking about it made Shihei Kojima's blood boil.

In the men's restroom, he didn't rush to make a move. He first helped the woman sit on the toilet, then took out a small recording device from his bag and skillfully set it up in the opposite corner.

The red indicator light comes on, recording has started.

He turned around excitedly, about to reach out and unbutton the woman's clothes.

"Clap."

The cubicle door was clearly locked, but for some reason it was opened directly.

Shihei Kojima suddenly turned his head to look at the doorway, his pupils trembling violently a few times.

Under the flickering lights, a figure shrouded in mist stood in the doorway, like the Grim Reaper descending, and one could feel the cold gaze he cast upon them.

Han Chuanyou looked at this scumbag with indignation in his eyes.

How could a warrior of pure love possibly see this?