I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 8 Police Reaction

"Beast,"

As soon as she got up, her younger sister bombarded her with a question, leaving Qiu Riyou completely bewildered.

"Your sleeping posture is terrible; your arm was on me all night."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry."

Facing the sullen autumn sky, Qiu Riyou got up and started getting dressed, only to receive the following result:

"Worse than a beast!"

The girl slammed the door and left, leaving Qiu Riyou with a face full of question marks.

What the hell?

Yesterday was her first time killing someone, her first time using ninjutsu, and her first time playing the ghost. Although she didn't expend much magical power, Akihi Yu was on edge the entire time and went straight to sleep afterward. Naturally, nothing else happened, which made Akihi Sora, who had been anxiously waiting for half the night, very angry!
However, this anger came and went quickly.
"Let's go abroad."

When it was time for breakfast, Akihi Sora made a suggestion.

"I can apply for a refund of half a semester's tuition due to family circumstances."

"With the compensation money from my parents, it's enough for us to smuggle to America. My English is good enough for daily life."

"Four people are missing, and the police will definitely open a case for investigation."

After taking a bite of bread, Akihi Sora calmly analyzed the situation.

"Although I don't know how you dealt with those guys, brother, what if the police find even the slightest clue?"

He can't escape a ten-year prison sentence, even with the advantage of his 'age'.

"Don't worry,"

Qiu Riyou raised her hand to interrupt her younger sister.

"Where do the police have so much free time to deal with a few social scum?"

"Let's go to school."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Of course, Yukihi was confident enough to say that.
Yesterday he put on quite a show at the Defective Group's hideout. If that still doesn't attract the attention of the Tokyo police, then he'll accept it.

Takezuka Town, 2-chome.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh~~
Police cars with sirens blaring were parked around the building that bore the sign "Disabled Teeth Finance"; police officers in crisp uniforms were guarding the area, and even the road in front of the building was temporarily under traffic control, with yellow warning tape already in place.

Pedestrians who were supposed to pass through here were told they had to take a detour.

Reporters who rushed to the scene were also kept outside the police cordon.

They could only watch from afar as police cars arrived one after another, and officers in uniform and plainclothes jumped out, giving the impression that a horrific crime had occurred. Under police pressure, most people chose to leave: regardless of what had happened, ordinary people's lives had to go on.

Only the journalists were still lingering, trying to get firsthand news.

Inside the building, police officers kept coming out with grim faces, or their expressions turned sour they looked like they were about to vomit.

The entire building was filled with corpses.

More than 50 members of the Defective Group all died in their own lair!
Each member had wide-open eyes, gaping mouths, and expressions of terror, with excrement and urine flowing freely, as if witnessing the most horrific scene of their lives. At the same time, they had no external injuries or obvious signs of poisoning; their limbs were stiff as frozen pork, proving they had engaged in strenuous muscle activity before their deaths.

In fact, most of these members of the disabled group were armed with weapons: daggers, baseball bats, and pistols!
Judging from their posture, they do seem to be fighting something.

However, whoever they were, they are now all corpses.

"vomit,"

Retreat to the building entrance.
A newly recruited police officer was gagging, his face so pale it looked like he was about to vomit.

"Are you okay?"

An older policeman walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, senior."

"I wonder if it's a case of mass food poisoning, or maybe they're all high?"

"It's possible, but there are many doubts."

The old policeman turned to look into the building. Judging from the distribution of the yakuza members' corpses there, it was clear that they had encountered a large number of enemies, fought and retreated, and were ultimately wiped out. However, a question arose: there were no other traces at the scene, as if they were just fighting against thin air. What exactly killed these members of the Remnant Tooth Group?

"Ok?"

“The ‘violent’ people have also arrived; let’s leave it to them.”

Just as the old policeman spoke, a car without any police markings sped up, drifted, and came to a stop on its side.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the door was kicked open, and a group of men and women dressed in studded leather jackets, black suits, and floral shirts jumped out.

These guys all looked fierce and menacing, with their clothes disheveled, just like 'gangsters'.

"I heard all the scum here is dead?"

The leader was a sleazy-looking woman wearing a biker gang leather jacket with a belt buckled around her waist. Her heavy military boots and smug expression made the police officers who didn't recognize her frown.

"Good death!"

"If I hadn't been demoted, I would have killed these scumbags sooner or later!"

"Senior, could they be..."

The young policeman had a suspicion, but still quietly asked the older officer beside him. "Yes, people from the 'Violence Countermeasures Division'."

The department's responsibilities are pretty self-evident from its name. Dealing with all sorts of yakuza members every day, how could they possibly be all friendly?

These men and women, whose appearance is even more extreme than that of yakuza, are the elite police officers of the 'Violence Countermeasures Section,' or 'Violent Countermeasures' for short.

They are the most dangerous department in the police system, and their methods are also the most radical in the entire police system.

In many cases, it can even be said that they are walking on the edge of the law.

"Move aside, go outside if you need to vomit!"

"A few dead bodies have scared you like this? What kind of corpses haven't I seen?"

A group of plainclothes rioters stormed into the building, and a few minutes later:

"I've never seen one before."

Wearing gloves, the policewoman, with a rough and unsavory demeanor, frowned as she examined the body on the ground.

"These guys don't have any fatal external injuries or common signs of poisoning. Could they have done too many bad things and died of fright?"

Scared to death?

The other members of the "violent opposition" looked at each other in bewilderment.

They deal with yakuza organizations every day and have seen the most gruesome corpses, but they've never seen anyone die of fright.

"Is this your judgment, Yihua?"

Just as everyone was examining the body, a middle-aged man dressed in an expensive suit and tie, wearing non-prescription glasses, and with a serious expression, walked in, surrounded by several police officers.

"Director Zhu Ya?!"

Everyone else put down their work, stood up, and straightened their backs.

This is the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The Superintendent General of Police is not only a job title, but also the highest rank in the island nation's police force.

"Haha,"

"What brings the Director here to the front lines?"

The sleazy policewoman chuckled dryly, dismissing any talk of being scared to death.

It's fine to say it in private, but if your boss hears it, it'll create a negative impression—

"Come with me,"

The other person didn't take her words to heart; instead, they waved for her to follow.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"You were really scared to death?!"

A sleazy policewoman. No, I should say the deputy head of the 4th section of the 'Violence Countermeasures Division': Iori Kazuka.

After watching the surveillance footage, his face was full of "Are you kidding me?" expressions.

This is the monitoring room of the Defective Tooth Building, where several technicians are busy disassembling computers. All the computers in the monitoring room will be packed up and taken back, because the footage captured by these machines is too horrifying, reaching a level beyond common sense.

What do others think?

The director ignored the shocked Yi Hua and instead turned to ask the other section chiefs.

What do you think?
We'll stand here and watch!
The section chiefs looked at each other in bewilderment.

If they hadn't personally witnessed those horrified corpses, if they hadn't been certain that the surveillance equipment hadn't been modified or damaged in any way...
In short, some people have started rubbing their temples vigorously, suspecting they are hallucinating.

"Director, why are you thinking so much?"

The cocky 'Yihua' snapped out of his daze, his face once again sporting that smug look.

"Wasn't there a 'survivor' in this incident?"

"Tanimura Watari!"

Yihua pointed to the screen on the monitor.
"Once we bring him here, everything that happened last night will be resolved."

"Do you have a clue?"

When asked by the director, Yi Hua nodded with his hands in his pockets.

"certainly,"

"Contact the forensic pathologist, Director."

"If I'm not mistaken, we'll have something to show for it soon."

Looking at the 'werewolf' rolling on the ground and then getting back up in the surveillance footage, Ichika revealed a 'villainous' smile. She knew Tanimura Watari all too well; after all, he was only alive now because she had been secretly protecting him.

Unfortunately, Yi Hua recently angered his boss and almost got fired.

I never expected this guy.
Such an amazing encounter! It's truly enviable.

He couldn't help but lick his lips, and amidst the other section chiefs' disapproving expressions, Yi Hua gave a thumbs-up.

"Director, I'll take some men to find 'Tanimura Wataru' first."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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