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

All the plot involving subordinates' wives, just die!

Chapter 19 Purgatory of Desire

"Who...who are you?"

"Who I am is not important, what matters is that you're about to die, you scum."

This extraordinary scene terrified Shihei Kojima, and his previously lewd smile vanished without a trace.

"Playing tricks."

In his terror, he tried to take action, but found that his body was completely unresponsive. His hands and feet were as if bound by invisible chains, his mouth was open but he could not make a sound, and only his eyes could move in terror.

Han Chuanyou used her spiritual power to open the man's briefcase on the ground. Inside were all sorts of drugs: sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs, and a bottle of sleeping pills for women.

The man watched helplessly as the medicine bottles floated out of his bag one by one, hovering in mid-air. His pupils trembled, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He wanted to scream for help, but his mouth was as if it were sewn shut, and he couldn't open it at all.

Damn it! Who is this person in front of me?

Is it a demon? Or a grim reaper descended from hell to earth?

This bizarre sight, along with the unknown encounters to come, filled Shihei Kojima with immense fear, causing tears to well up in his eyes and snot to stream down his face.

When Hanchuan Yu saw this, he sneered slightly.

"Disgusting! I never saw you so cowardly when you were doing bad things, but now you're scared?"

He glanced at the medicine bottles and had an idea.

"Are you ready to stand trial?"

The man in front of me kept moving his eyes.

"No answer? Then I'll take that as a yes."

Kojima Shihei kept shouting in his heart, "Can I even speak now? Let me answer!"

Han Chuanyou was not interested in his inner thoughts at all. Without further hesitation, he made a decision.

Shihei Kojima's right hand rose uncontrollably, grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills, unscrewed the cap, and tilted his head back to pour them into his mouth.

He kept chewing the pills, swallowing them dry, making gurgling sounds in his throat.

The tears in the man's eyes flowed even more fiercely.

If you take this bottle of sleeping pills, you'll definitely die.

No...no...his eyes darted around, pleading with the person in front of him to let him go.

But Han Chuanyou ignored it.

The man's hand reached for the next bottle, a whole bottle of aphrodisiacs. He unscrewed it, poured it directly into his mouth, chewed it again, and swallowed it, carrying out instructions like a puppet on a string.

He unscrewed the cap of the last bottle of sleeping pills, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

After it ended, Han Chuanyou continued to output spiritual power to activate the Soul Control Gu.

As the medication gradually took effect, the man's breathing became heavier, and the veins on his forehead throbbed continuously.

It's so hot... so hot...

Kojima Shihei's consciousness gradually collapsed under the impact of the drug. His only thought was to release it as soon as possible. However, the surging desire in his heart was like a volcano that had been imprisoned, with no outlet for its release.

"Is it agonizing? Do you feel the pain of others?"

Han Chuanyou said calmly.

He felt no pity for such scum who were keen on destroying other people's lives.

Five minutes later, a vague emotion of exhaustion came from the Soul Control Gu.

Seeing this, he stopped channeling his spiritual energy.

It seems that for ordinary people, it can only last for a maximum of five minutes now.

Five minutes is already quite impressive.

He was comforting the ladybug.

As he regained control of his body, Shihei Kojima could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

With the combined effects of several pharmacological agents, his entire body was flushed red, and he had completely lost control of his body due to the effects of the drug. What was even more terrifying was that the physiological reactions that had been forcibly suppressed were beginning to rise, causing him pain and humiliation.

His body writhed on the ground, almost consumed by the flames of desire.

This is probably what they call the purgatory of desire, and it fits this kind of person perfectly.

Do not live by committing sins.

As the man seemed to sense his impending death, in his final moments, he regained consciousness for a brief instant, and a slideshow began to play before his eyes.

Endless regret surged forth like a tide.

If I had known it would turn out this way...

However, death will not retract its scythe just because a wicked person repents on their deathbed; the evil they have sown will eventually backfire on them.

The man's body shuddered violently, his pupils lost their light, and his filthy life came to an end.

The toilet stalls fell silent, with only the red indicator light on the recording device still flashing regularly.

Han Chuanyou looked down at the corpse on the ground, his face expressionless.

Scumbags deserve to die the way scumbags deserve.

[A bizarre way to die... You killed an evil cultivator and seized 3 low-grade Yellow-rank Explosive Talismans]

Talismans? Not bad haul.

He turned around and looked at Hideko Inoka, who was still slumped on the toilet, her consciousness fading.

The woman's eyes were half-open, her gaze unfocused, and she was muttering something that was difficult to understand.

Han Chuanyou squatted down and transferred a wisp of spiritual energy to her to help dispel the remaining effects of the medicine in her body.

Hideko Inoka's gaze gradually focused. The figure in front of her was surrounded by a blurry mist, making it impossible to see the specific face. She paused for a moment, then her gaze fell on the corpse on the ground. Her pupils contracted, and her lips began to tremble.

"You...he..."

"He's dead." Han Chuanyou stood up. "Do you still have any memories of what happened before? He tried to take advantage of you, and I stopped him."

Memories from not long ago flooded her mind, and Hideko Inoka trembled all over, feeling a wave of fear wash over her.

"Call the police." Han Chuanyou handed her a tissue and took two steps back. "Tell the police the truth. You are the victim. Don't be afraid. Your husband is still in the car and knows nothing."

"Thank... thank you..."

Although the scene before her was somewhat eerie, Hideko Inoka still sensed his goodwill. Just as she was about to say something more, she noticed that the figure had simply left.

The toilet stall door swayed slightly, as if it had been blown open by the wind.

Trembling, she picked up a tissue and wiped away the tears and sweat from her face. She glanced at the corpse on the ground, took a deep breath, took out her phone, and dialed the police.

At a convenience store not far from the park, Hanchuan Yougang had just bought a serving of oden and was standing at the entrance.

In the cool night breeze, he took a sip of hot soup, then bit into a fish roe pouch, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Late-night snacks are only at times like this when they taste the best.

In the distance, red police lights illuminated the night fog, and the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached. He glanced at them and couldn't help but purse his lips.

The safety situation in Tokyo is getting worse and worse; you can run into something like this just by going out for a stroll.

He threw away the paper bowl.

After eating and drinking my fill, I went home to sleep.

……

Tsukasa Tanaka, a well-known detective enthusiast in the Metropolitan Police Department, recently received an interesting case.

He originally didn't want to take the case, but his superior had specifically asked him to handle it, saying that he was under some pressure from elsewhere.

Where else could it be? This crime scene is unusual, and there are many things involved behind the scenes. As for which specific forces are involved, it's not something a small police inspector like him can find out.

However, after he accepted it, he discovered something interesting about it.

An ordinary person, who had no combat training and whose medical report at the beginning of the year showed that he was in a slightly sub-healthy state, was able to fight his way in and out of a nightclub full of yakuza members three times and finally escape unscathed.

These days, movies don't make these kinds of mindless, feel-good dramas anymore.

At first, he found it hard to believe, but when he saw the sealed-off scene and the surveillance footage, he had to believe that this man named Takehiko Inoue had indeed accomplished something that ordinary people could not.

Taking on more than ten armed members of the Yakuza single-handedly is like Lu Bu reincarnated.

Chapter 20 Police Attention, Tokyo Death God

In the interrogation room, Takehiko Inoue sat in a chair, his expression numb.

Today is the third interrogation.

After questioning the man about the details of the case, Tanaka Tsukasa found many contradictions in his answers during cross-verification, confirming that there must be more to the story.

The most unusual thing is that whenever asked how he did it, Takehiko Inoue would fall into a long silence, as if recalling something that he both revered and feared.

After gradually breaking down his psychological defenses, Takehiko Inoue finally relented.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse:

"It wasn't me...it was Death...Death has come..."

"The Grim Reaper?" Tanaka Tsukasa frowned.

This was not the answer he wanted.

“A man shrouded in mist bestowed upon me immense power… and commanded me to seek revenge…”

Inoue Yu raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed.

“I’m telling the truth. This is a miracle. It must be that the gods saw my suffering and blessed me.”

Tanaka Tsukasa stared into his eyes for a long time; those eyes were filled with a kind of post-disaster daze and a kind of almost devout faith.

"absurd."

As a staunch materialist, Tsukasa Tanaka never believed in any gods.

He assumed it was a hallucination caused by extreme stimulation, medically known as post-traumatic stress disorder. It's a case where the brain fabricates a deity to protect itself from those bloody memories. He'd seen similar cases in his more than ten years as a police officer.

He sighed and lowered his head to begin filling out his statement.

Just then, there was a knock on the interrogation room door, and a young police officer poked his head in.

"Inspector Tanaka, it's good to have you here. We have a new case that happened last night near the park in Nakano Ward."

"what's the situation?"

Tanaka Tsukasa didn't even look up.

"A middle-aged man died in a toilet stall in a park."

The officer flipped through his notebook, speaking very quickly.

"There was video recording equipment at the scene, as well as a large amount of drugs, including sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs, and date rape drugs. All the pill bottles were empty. The preliminary autopsy determined that the cardiac arrest was caused by an overdose of multiple drugs. The person who called the police said it was... divine punishment for the person who was about to drug and rape her."

Tanaka Tsukasa paused for a moment.

It's related to so-called gods again.

"Did the person involved see the suspect clearly?" He looked up.

“No.” The officer shook his head. “She said that the person was shrouded in mist, and her exact figure was not visible. After saving her, the person disappeared.”

There was a moment of silence in the interrogation room.

“It must be him. Death has appeared again. I knew it. This is not an illusion. The gods have not abandoned us.”

Upon hearing the conversation, the man in the interrogation chair became agitated. He gripped the armrests tightly, his eyes no longer vacant, but instead burning with an almost devout light, like that of a fanatical believer.

Tanaka Tsukasa frowned, looking at the man in front of him who seemed like a completely different person.

If one person says this, it can be explained by stress response or post-traumatic hallucination, but it's hard to explain when two people encounter the same being shrouded in mist at different times and in different places.

He paused for a moment, put down his pen, took the new file handed to him by the police officer, and opened the first page.

Nakano Ward, Yuriki Park, public restroom.

A person shrouded in mystery.