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

The young police officer next to him hung up the phone: "We can't get in touch with the homeowner, but I got in touch with his wife. She told us to hurry in and rescue him."

Without a search warrant, and to avoid further trouble, they could only act according to the rules. For the sake of his job, Naoto Ishii never took any risks.

He nodded slightly, instructed two of his men to control the scene and set up a cordon, and then called on three more police officers.

"Let's go in, be careful."

Several police officers, guns at the ready, slowly entered the courtyard.

The moment they entered, the faint smell of blood instantly became thick, and a strong, pungent stench of blood assaulted their nostrils.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood mixed with grayish-white liquid flowing on the ground, and some young police officers with poor mental fortitude couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

The officer beside him, calming his discomfort, couldn't help but ask, "Who are these people...?"

Naoto Ishii wasn't unfamiliar with murder cases, but a bloodbath of this scale still made him tense, and he almost vomited up the beef rice he had just eaten.

Having worked at the Ikebukuro Police Station for so many years, he certainly knew what kind of place this was.

"This is the registration location of the Lev Truth Cult; those who died there are most likely members."

There are many cases involving the Lev Shinsengumi, but this church is a registered and legal church, and most of its members are volunteers, which is why it has been able to exist for more than ten years.

I never expected to be wiped out in blood today.

A moment later, the police officer who had finished questioning the witness jogged back and gave a brief report based on the information he had just gathered:

"Inspector Ishii, the investigation is complete. These cult members have suspected gunshot wounds on their heads, but witnesses say it was caused by the Grim Reaper using divine power. No shell casings were found at the scene. By the way, the cult leader, Shuhei Ohno, has been burned to ashes, also said to have been caused by divine power."

The case concerning the Grim Reaper...

Naoto Ishii frowned.

The young police officer next to him asked:

"Inspector Ishii, there are quite a few high points nearby. Do you think it could be caused by the ice bullet from the movie?"

Naoto Ishii let out a long sigh and glanced at him sideways: "I told you to watch less movies. You have no common sense at all. If it were an ice bullet, it would vaporize into water mist before it even left the muzzle due to the friction from the high temperature."

Since it's a case involving the Grim Reaper, it's not his responsibility. He wouldn't dare take on such a case, nor would he bother. He'd never find anything out of it, and it would only cause him trouble.

"Notify Inspector Tanaka of the Metropolitan Police Department to take over. We just need to protect the scene."

"Yes."

When Tanaka arrived, looking travel-worn, Ishii Naoto patted the preliminary case files on his chest.

"Tanaka, I'm leaving this case to you. This will lighten your load a bit."

The two were old acquaintances, having worked together before.

After Tanaka Tsukasa left the Ikebukuro Police Station and joined the Metropolitan Police Department, the two saw each other less often, but their friendship remained, and they often drank together.

He just didn't have any big dreams. He was content to be a police inspector, doing as much as he was paid for, and usually just slacking off, unlike Tanaka Tsukasa, who was a detective fanatic.

Naoto Ishii continued:

"In my judgment, this case is extraordinary. It may involve some high-tech weapon that can penetrate the human body remotely without leaving any trace, and can also cause the human body to spontaneously combust."

Thanks.

Tanaka Tsukasa's expression turned serious, and he began to investigate the scene with his assistant.

After a thorough examination, he became increasingly convinced that he had been drawn into the experiment of some secret weapon.

The abilities revealed by the so-called Grim Reaper are becoming increasingly outrageous, and it is now completely certain that these cases could not possibly have been handled by one person alone.

Some time ago, the Metropolitan Police Department spoke by phone with the commander of the U.S. fleet stationed in Japan. The commander denied the claim of conducting weapons tests, but it is said that these matters have successfully attracted the attention of the United States.

They suspect these similar weapons tests are related to the neighboring country and may involve the super soldier program and the field testing of new high-tech weapons.

Soon, the US will send an investigation team over, and he will only need to cooperate.

Then I'll be much more relaxed.

Tanaka Tsukasa breathed a sigh of relief.

The more he investigated the case, the more alarmed he became.

No matter how much he enjoys solving cases, he has a wife and children to support. Since someone else is willing to take on this bizarre case, he doesn't plan to worry about it anymore.

Looking at the wounds on the foreheads of these corpses, Tanaka Tsukasa felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around, fearing that some mysterious weapon might pierce his skull and cause him to suffer the same fate as these people.

……

Lying in the bathtub, Han Chuanyou casually learned the new cultivation technique he had acquired.

The jade slip in his hand became dull and lifeless, and the cultivation method of the Bewitching Illusionary God Scripture fully appeared in his mind.

Just as he had guessed, this technique was related to the mind.

The core effects are divided into two parts.

The "bewitching mind" technique can release invisible fluctuations of mental energy, causing the target to develop inexplicable trust, closeness, or awe towards the caster. It can be used to resolve hostility and guide the target's behavior.

As for the Illusion God, it can weave false perceptions in the target's sea of ​​consciousness, making them see, hear, or feel the content preset by the caster. At a minor level, it can create simple illusions, and at a major level, it can construct an illusionary world that is just like the real world, thus altering people's thoughts.

Han Chuan You pondered for a moment, simulating an illusion to make the other person feel the same way, isn't that similar to Tsukuyomi?

As a mental cultivation technique, its effects are related to the strength of one's mental power. Fortunately, the technique also includes methods for training mental power.

It seems that in addition to absorbing spiritual energy, cultivating mental strength will also become a required course in the future.

Han Chuan You grew increasingly excited. If he could already do Tsukuyomi, then wouldn't he be able to…

He got out of the bathtub, went to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and covered his right eye with one hand.

"Amaterasu".

"The next hardship is the availability of rice."

"How many flights of stairs can you carry a bag of rice up?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue went to the changing room to do laundry. Hearing the noise inside, she couldn't help but pat the bathroom door: "What are you doing in there acting like a chuunibyou? Come out after you're done taking a bath. Don't soak for too long."

This kid, sometimes he seems grown up, sometimes he acts like a little kid, which often makes her feel guilty.

"understood."

Having realized that he had become a Uchiha youth, Han Chuan You wrapped a bath towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door.

Chapter 77 Sexual Repression: Mizuki and the Hashimoto Family's Plan

Just as Han Chuan Meiyue was stuffing the clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine, she looked up and saw Han Chuan You coming out shirtless.

Under the light, the boy's skin, fresh from a bath, glowed with a healthy sheen. His chest muscles were firm yet not overly large, his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, and his V-lines extended down his sides, disappearing beneath the towel around his waist.

Han Chuan Meiyue surveyed the scene with her eyes, the hormones emanating from her making her throat a little dry.

This guy's physique is getting better and better, he must be trying to seduce me, right?

"What kind of lewd behavior is this? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Han Chuanyou leaned against the sink: "It's almost May. I'm a little hot after taking a bath. I'll put it on later. Mizuki, your gaze is so intense. Do you want to see more thoroughly?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the edge of the bath towel, about to pull it open.

Hanchuan Mizuki showed no embarrassment whatsoever, crossing her arms and giving a playful look:

"Come on, let me see how much you've grown, whether you're still the same little kid you used to be."

"They've really come."

Han Chuan You pretended to untie it.

After trying it two or three times, Meiyue didn't shy away at all, and her face didn't show any embarrassment. He couldn't help but feel bored, so he simply pulled her apart.

When Han Chuan Mei Yue saw the boxer shorts inside, she curled her lip in disinterest: "Tch, I thought you were some kind of pervert."

But this brat has really grown up.

Han Chuan You felt inexplicably humiliated. How come he felt that not being perverted enough was a flaw in Mizuki's eyes?

"I showed you, Mizuki, what style are you wearing today? Let me see."

"Dream on."

Han Chuan Mei Yue tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the washbasin behind her.

She couldn't help but say coquettishly, "What are you trying to do now? You're getting more and more disrespectful. Get out of the way."

"What do you say?"

Han Chuanyou tried circulating his cultivation technique, releasing a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy. He stared at her and uttered a startling statement.

"Mizuki, do you want to eat me?"

He reached out and embraced Meiyue's supple waist, pressing her full, soft body against his chest, his gaze fixed intently on her bright and beautiful oval face.

At this moment, in Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyes, the boy in front of her suddenly seemed exceptionally alluring.

I want to spread my legs and let him have his way...

That's what she's thinking right now.

Han Chuanyou lowered his head slightly and continued his attack, his voice slightly low:

"Mizuki, do you want to kiss me? Don't hold back, you can."

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes fixed on his face, her gaze becoming increasingly unfocused, and she quickly convinced herself.

There's nothing wrong with kissing, right? We already kissed last time...

Her feelings grew stronger, and finally, she reached out and hooked her arm around the boy, tilted her long neck back, and brought her lips close to his.

Warm, sweet, and smooth like jelly, a sense of satisfaction welled up in Han Chuanyou's heart.

He stopped practicing his martial arts.

It's enough to take advantage of the small thing and test the power of the technique.

Just now, I only gently stirred up the emotions hidden in the other person's heart, making her slightly release her suppressed feelings; I didn't use my full strength.

Even with such a slight influence, Mizuki could barely control herself; she was far too sexually repressed.

Meiyue was very good to him. It was only a matter of time before he was devoured by her or she devoured him, but he respected her and did not want to do it in a way that ignored her wishes.

However... this technique is indeed very powerful.

Even now, when one's mental energy cannot be projected outward, it can still alter people's perceptions. How powerful would the effect be once one's mental energy is sufficient?

The two locked eyes. The boy's eyes were smiling, and the warmth of his lips was clear and obvious. Han Chuan Mei Yue gradually came to her senses, somewhat incredulous.

I had just had the idea of ​​killing this kid on the spot.

She raised her hand and placed it on Han Chuanyou's chest, pushing him away, her breathing becoming somewhat heavy.

Han Chuanyou clutched his chest, feigning injury: "Meiyue, you're so annoying, you actually turned your back on me."

Han Chuan Mei Yue composed herself and glared at him: "Don't give me a prank. You should be grateful if he kisses you first. Move aside, the washing machine isn't even turned on."

She pushed the other person aside, adjusted the washing mode, and pressed the start button.

It was just a kiss, nothing serious, and I didn't lose anything. It's just that I was in a daze just now, which is really bothering me.

Why was she so sexually frustrated? She glanced at the boy beside her again, still not understanding why she had been so proactive just now.

In the end, she simply attributed it to her having suppressed her emotions for too long.

"Mizuki, your lips are so sweet, would you like another one?"

"Dream on." Han Chuan Meiyue glanced down, her smile particularly alluring. "If you can't control yourself, you won't be your side dish."

She's so enchanting...

Han Chuanyou bent down again: "Meiyue, don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

"Ah……"

……

The Hashimoto family.

In his luxuriously decorated study, Hashimoto Fumio sat upright behind his large desk, his expression solemn. After these days of meticulous planning, he was determined to succeed in the upcoming siege.

He turned to look at his eldest son, who was standing to the side awaiting instructions.

"Aoyama, have you taken care of everything at the Metropolitan Police Department?"