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

The police officer opened his notebook and reported as he walked.

"At the eight crime scenes where the bloodshed occurred, all the victims were mid- to high-ranking members of the Matsukawa-kai. The head of the Matsukawa-kai, Matsuzaka Ichiryu, has also been confirmed dead. Shall we go to the scene?"

"Ah."

Tanaka Tsukasa nodded and followed the police officers to the scene. Looking at the body lying on the roadside, his brows furrowed more and more.

He looked up, noticed the surveillance cameras, and asked:

What did the surveillance footage reveal?

"The surveillance footage from other crime scenes is still being reviewed. The surveillance footage from the villa has been checked, and there are no signs of unauthorized intrusion. Matsuzaka Ichiryu died mysteriously in the master bedroom, which is a typical locked-room murder. As for those people outside..."

The officer's expression became somewhat subtle.

"It felt like I was attacked by someone I couldn't see. I didn't see a single person. It really felt like some kind of ghost or spirit..."

"..."

Tanaka Tsukasa remained silent for a moment.

impossible.

So-called ghost and spirit rumors are completely unbelievable.

He had read many case files from all over the world, many of which contained bizarre cases, including so-called supernatural beings descending to earth. But without exception, the investigations eventually revealed that they were all man-made.

He himself had even been involved in related cases, and naturally, it turned out that someone was playing tricks.

This case will certainly be no exception.

However, the scene captured on the surveillance footage...

To create this situation, the only option is to utilize so-called high technology.

They might be carrying some kind of device that interferes with surveillance, thus achieving their goal of disappearing from the surveillance footage.

Tanaka Tsukasa even felt that the deaths of so many people in one night were not the work of a single person as previously believed, but rather the result of a well-organized group working together.

Some were responsible for technical support, some for infiltration and assassination, some for cleaning up traces, and some for overall command...

When investigating a case, one must make bold assumptions and carefully verify them.

Eliminate all the impossibilities, and what remains, however bizarre, is the truth.

Therefore, there must be a well-organized and mysterious group behind last night's series of bloody incidents.

But the question is... what organization could possibly do this? And who's behind it all?

Tanaka Tsukasa found the situation increasingly difficult.

He worried that if he continued investigating, he might stumble upon some powerful organization, and in the end, he shot himself in the back of the head and committed suicide.

After calming himself down, he approached the forensic team and asked, "Have you found anything?"

“The scene was messy and the amount of physical evidence that needed to be collected was too large. I suggest that Inspector Nakamura be prepared for the possibility that there may be no effective leads at the moment.”

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed: "I know you should gather as many clues as possible."

……

As the night passed, despite the police's best efforts to block the news and prevent the outside world from knowing, the scale of last night's bloodshed was simply too large, and it was eventually exposed by the media.

Once the news was disclosed, it spread like wildfire, and even intensified, clearly indicating that someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes.

The devastating news of the 89 deaths swept across the nation, not only shocking the entire population but also becoming a powerful weapon for the opposition party to launch a fierce attack on the ruling party, criticizing them for their loss of control over public order, inadequate response, and incompetent governance during their tenure…

The political arena was thrown into chaos, with various factions seizing the opportunity to launch attacks.

Those politicians no longer even focus on the case itself, but are busy vying for the right to speak, shirking responsibility, and taking the opportunity to gain political capital.

The Metropolitan Police Department was naturally swept up in the media storm and put in the spotlight, preparing for a press conference overnight.

A group of high-ranking officials bowed and apologized in front of numerous media outlets, promising to conduct a thorough investigation and give the public an explanation as soon as possible, demonstrating their utmost dedication.

Whether the case can actually be solved is another matter entirely.

Chapter 47 Listen to Mizuki's Words

The atmosphere in the Hashimoto family's council chamber was very oppressive.

In just one night, the Matsukawa-kai, such a large organization, vanished instantly.

The middle and upper management were all brutally killed, with nearly a hundred people dying, and there was almost no decent resistance.

Hashimoto slammed his hand heavily on the solid wood table, causing the tea in the teacup in front of him to slosh around.

"This Grim Reaper wants to declare war on the Hashimoto family!"

Without the Matsukawa-kai as a backdoor, the Hashimoto family will lose a significant amount of money in revenue.

This is an attempt to eradicate their roots.

Without funds, how can the Hashimoto family compete with those established political families?

Business strategies, political donations during elections, and maintenance fees for legislators... each of these requires a large financial investment.

Moreover, those so-called allies are always ruthless and heartless; even when the Hashimoto family was in power, they maintained a facade of respectability.

Once the Hashimoto family shows signs of fatigue, they will definitely be the first to pounce and tear them apart.

At that time, without even the Grim Reaper lifting a finger, they will be completely devoured by those people.

Hashimoto Aoyama frowned, looking at his furious father, and comforted him:

"Father, please calm down. Death has been making frequent moves this time, traveling to so many places. It must have left some clues."

"I'm worried that he's not alone, but possibly a secret organization. Otherwise, how could he have killed so many people in one night? Could he really be the Grim Reaper?"

Hashimoto sighed deeply, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

So much time has passed, so many people have been lost, and we still don't even know who our opponent is. That's the most terrifying thing.

"Should we... continue to investigate Death's whereabouts?"

Hashimoto Aoyama lowered his voice, a hint of apprehension hidden in his eyes.

"I'm worried... that death will come for us."

Hashimoto Fumio stared at his son for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

“Of course we need to investigate.” He slowly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and scanned everyone present. “Don’t you know how many politicians our Hashimoto family has implicated? If death really comes knocking, they won’t be able to escape unscathed either.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally firm.

“Tell those congressmen that death is not only the enemy of the Hashimoto family, but also theirs. If Matsukawa falls, they may be the next ones to be purged.”

Now the Hashimoto family has no choice but to fight a desperate battle.

Hashimoto sat down again, picked up the now-cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Increase the bounty. Whether the Grim Reaper is one person, an organization, or a hundred people, the Hashimoto family absolutely cannot back down. If you do, you should know the consequences."

The Hashimoto family is now in a very precarious situation.

Hashimoto Fumio's gaze swept over the crowd before he asked, "Where's Aoshi? Where has he been gallivanting off to this time?"

Hashimoto Aoyama shook his head and said, "I don't know. He said he has important business to attend to and won't be back until tonight."

"What important business could there be? You bastard, you made the Hashimoto family lose face last time, and you act like nothing happened."

Of his three sons, only his eldest son, Aoyama, was somewhat reliable; the other two were utterly useless. Hashimoto Fumio felt a wave of weariness wash over him.

"Oh, right."

Hashimoto continued to give instructions.

"Qingshan, immediately arrange for people to clean up the scene. If necessary, have them destroy the evidence. At the same time, immediately cut off all our funding links with the Matsukawa Association and freeze all related accounts. We must not allow our opponents to find an opportunity to bring us down."

"Hi!"

……

The spiritual energy around him rippled, and Han Chuan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Fifth level of Qi Refining.

His dantian's capacity to hold spiritual energy had increased to another level, and the feeling of being filled with power made him feel invigorated.

This process of visibly improving oneself is truly addictive.

We're one step closer to Foundation Establishment.

It is said that each advancement to a higher realm is a qualitative leap. The Qi Refining stage had already made him feel so different, and Han Chuanyou couldn't help but look forward to how strong the next realm would be.

Inside the washroom.

He rinsed his mouth while looking at himself in the mirror.

My skin is much smoother and more delicate than before, and the few minor blemishes that were left behind are almost invisible thanks to the nourishing energy day and night.

The abdominal muscles are also firmer and more defined than before.

It changes every single day.

If this continues, she might really become a heartthrob.

Han Chuan You spat out the mouthwash in front of the mirror and couldn't help but think narcissistically.

After washing up, seeing that Meiyue hadn't gotten up yet, Han Chuanyou went straight upstairs, pushed open her door, and went inside.

The trust they placed in each other meant they never thought to lock the door when they went to sleep; Meiyue probably even wished he would sneak up on her at night.

With such a stunning beauty sleeping next door every day, I don't have any romantic thoughts about her at night. I guess I'm a decent person after all.

He only thought about locking the door when he went out to cause trouble every night. Meiyue didn't ask him about locking the door, so she probably hadn't discovered that he went out every night.

Or do you feel like you're doing something you shouldn't be doing? Is it difficult to ask?

That seems possible...

The room was simply furnished, filled with the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from Meiyue.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, casting a hazy, veil over the objects inside.

On the desk opposite the bed, various books were neatly arranged, along with photos of the two of them from childhood to adulthood.

Han Chuanyou came to the bedside and looked down at Meiyue's beautiful sleeping face.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, scattered on the pillow, and her full lips gleamed softly in the morning light. The neckline of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair and soft skin.

Despite lying flat, the two round moons on his back still maintained a considerable curve, enough to captivate many girls.

"Mizuki, I need to go to school early for morning training today. Aren't you up yet? I'll make breakfast."

"Hmm~"

Han Chuan Mei Yue let out an alluring and languid hum, the swirling ending note making one's heart itch.

She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, still sleepy, and raised her snow-white arm to hook around his neck and press him against her: "I don't want to get up, Xiao You, you stay and sleep with me for a while."

Everyone has the urge to sleep all day a few times a month, and today, Hanchuan Mizuki really wanted to stay in bed.

Han Chuan You's cheek was forced into Mizuki's face, and he had no choice but to accept it.

"Ok."

He immediately agreed, kicked off his slippers, and slipped into bed.

He listened to Mizuki so much, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

The cramped space inside the blankets made the fragrance even more intense, and the warm scent wafted straight into my nostrils.

He put his arm around Meiyue's waist, feeling the softness of her waist, and rubbed his cheek against hers.

The greatest enjoyment is nothing more than this, beautiful moon, invincible!

The solid touch in front of her, combined with the refreshing scent emanating from the boy, gradually brought Han Chuan Mei Yue back to her senses.

She was a little stunned.

"Ok?"

Meeting her beautiful eyes, which were filled with doubt, Han Chuanyou said naturally, "Go back to sleep. I'm not going to school today, so I can sleep with you all day."

Compared to Meiyue, what is school?

As he spoke, he casually placed his hand behind her back and patted her on the shoulder.