Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 111 Real World
Just as the two people and their dog embarked on their extraordinary adventure in the mortal world, the real world was already in complete chaos.

"You mean that young man who claimed to be an intern at a detective agency first broke through a wall with his bare hands and discovered that there were cursed items hidden inside?"

Then, suddenly a vortex appeared and sucked away the intern, Ms. Lin Yuan, and a talking dog?

The young policeman taking a statement frowned deeply and looked at the disheveled Yuki Amami with a strange expression.

He couldn't help but glance at the assistant behind her, eager to know if the woman was mentally sound or if she was involved with any illegal drugs.

The assistant shrugged, indicating that there was nothing they could do to help. They had entered the room later and had not witnessed what had happened earlier.

Just then, the veteran police officer leading the team patted the younger officer on the shoulder.

"Switch hands."

"Oh, okay, senior."

"You don't mind, do you?" The old policeman tapped his cigarette case and flicked out a cigarette.

"Give me one too," Yuki Amami said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh?" The old policeman raised an eyebrow and offered him a cigarette.

Yuki Amami shakily lit the cigarette with a lighter, took several deep drags, and the pungent smell of smoke mixed with nicotine slightly cleared her extremely confused mind.

"Thank you."

"Calmed down? Don't worry, this kind of thing will be handled by someone special." The old policeman said calmly.

"What?" Yuki Amami's eyes lit up again.

"Yes, we've encountered similar cases before. The Metropolitan Police Department will notify the relevant departments to take over. Judging by the time, they should be arriving soon."

As they were talking, the door was opened from the outside, and a square-faced man strode in.

As soon as he entered the house, his first sight was of the broken wall.

"Wow, this time it's really troublesome." Sensing the residual power of the Netherworld, Shiraishi Ichiki immediately made a judgment.

"Yamato, clear the area first, then set up the ceremony."

“Understood, senior,” the young man behind him immediately replied.

"Who are you people?" Yuki Amami asked in astonishment.

"Shiraishi Ichiki belongs to the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division. We are a department specifically responsible for exorcising supernatural disasters."

As he spoke, the man took out his identification and showed it to everyone, while also giving a crisp and efficient self-introduction.

Masami Yamato, who came in with him, was also busy. Ordinary police officers and company employees were persuaded to leave one after another. The newcomer, who had only been in the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division for two days, was full of energy and loudly read out the relevant regulations. Then, he signed confidentiality agreements with everyone one by one.

For some reason, Yamato Masami's gaze swept back and forth in the room, and he seemed unusually excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. It wasn't until his senior, Shiraishi Ichiki, glared at him several times that he began to behave like a normal person.

Soon, only Yuki Amami remained in the room as a witness.

She felt both bewildered and anxious at that moment. Seeing the two of them calmly setting up the strange ritual and placing different items in the four cardinal directions, giving off a very professional vibe, she finally felt a little relieved.

"What are you doing?" Yuki Amami couldn't help but ask.

"Let's try to reopen the passage and see if we can bring them back." After saying that, Shiraishi looked up in this direction.

"Tell me what happened back then?" His calm demeanor, coupled with his square face that exuded righteousness, gradually calmed Yuki Amami down.

"At that time..." the agent began to recount everything she had seen.

Now, it was Shiraishi Kazuki's turn to have his expression gradually change, which had been calm and composed at first.

When he heard that the detective agency intern had casually punched through the wall, he merely raised an eyebrow, but what happened next was increasingly unexpected.

"So, you previously hired a medium, and then the medium mishandled the process, causing the so-called cursed medium to go berserk and triggering this incident?"

"A misoperation? I can't be sure, but the dog seemed to mention something about the medium... a key?"

"!" After confirming that he hadn't misheard, Shiraishi Kazuki could no longer sit still.

"Key? Are you sure you heard the word 'key'?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Yuki Amami was startled by his suddenly raised voice, but still gave an affirmative answer.

"This is troublesome." Shiraishi Kazuki kept clenching and unclenching his fists.

According to the other party's description, that thing was more of an anchor coordinate than a key.

The fact that one needs to anchor coordinates to enter the mortal realm indicates that the shallow mortal realm is not a product of chance; it must be located at least in the Mesozoic era or even deeper.

Only at that depth is it necessary to use markers for locking.

The difference between the two is like the difference between navigating near the sea and navigating the open ocean.

"Senior, the ritual is ineffective. The gateway has been completely broken. It will take some time to pinpoint the exact depth. Should we try a few more times?"

“No need to try anymore, it’s at least Depth 3 or deeper, that’s already in the Mesozoic Era.” Shiraishi Kazuki wiped away a cold sweat.

"Quickly notify the section chief, we're in trouble."

"Senior, there's something else I might need to tell you."

"What else?" Shiraishi Kazuki's face turned pale and then dark.

“There are remnants of sealing techniques on the wall.”

Without saying a word, Shiraishi Kazuki approached the breach and began to examine it carefully.

“There are three of them. The black powder seems to be the residue of dried blood. The type of seal is a Western magic. I remember this mark as… Ericto? The Three Witches of Rome? That’s too ancient.” After muttering to himself, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was no sign of the seal being broken, or rather, it wasn't broken using conventional methods. Instead, it was directly destroyed by some irresistible violence, and the process was so fast that the various spells contained within it didn't even have time to be activated.

It was like a huge truck loaded with steel coils running over a watermelon at over 100 kilometers per hour; the watermelon had no time to react, let alone resist.

Cold sweat rolled down Shiraishi Kazuki's forehead. Combining the information from the eyewitness, he couldn't help but wonder, who exactly was that so-called detective agency intern? Or what was he?
Bai Shi Yiqi dared not think too deeply; he only knew that this matter was truly serious.

"Excuse me for interrupting." A stranger's voice came from outside the door.

“This is a matter for the Countermeasures Division. Unauthorized personnel… Hmm? Are you a cultivator?” Shiraishi Ichiki was about to reprimand him when he suddenly realized that the newcomer was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator with spiritual power.

"Let me see your credentials. Are you a legally registered psychic?" He immediately put on a stern face and adopted a businesslike attitude.

"Okay, this is my beginner psychic qualification certificate." The other party respectfully took out the relevant documents, but there was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

The person who arrived was none other than Toshio Sakurai.

Previously, Yuki Amami had called the police and the detective. Despite being scolded by her employer, she rushed over immediately because she was worried about Milo.

"This incident has been taken over by the countermeasures department, and the public should not interfere."

Looking at the certificate for assisting spiritual ability users, Shiraishi Ichiki confirmed it was correct and assumed it belonged to a cultivator nearby who had sensed the unusual fluctuations. So he waved his hand, wanting the other party to leave.

"Excuse me, I'm also involved in this incident. How are our employees and interns?" "Wait, are you the detective?" Shiraishi Kazuki suddenly looked up.

A few minutes later, the three men surrounded Toshio Sakurai.

"Um, may I ask what exactly happened?" the young detective asked timidly.

"The Changshi Traction swallowed people up. Speaking of which, how dare you send only an intern for such a dangerous mission?" Shiraishi Ichiki questioned expressionlessly.

"Hmm?" Sakurai Toshio did not answer immediately, but first observed the expressions of the three people present.

Then, he subtly raised an eyebrow.

Although he was still very worried, he showed no sign of it on the surface.

"I'm so sorry, it was my oversight. Because the initial investigation indicated that this matter might have been caused by a curse cast by an ordinary person, I judged that it wouldn't be too difficult to handle, which is why I sent a consultant from the firm with an intern to resolve it."

Sakurai Toshio sincerely admitted his mistake, while describing Mitsurugi as just an ordinary intern, without revealing any information about his junior.

"The consultant you're talking about is that dog?" Yamato Masashi looked at the other person in astonishment.

"Please watch your wording. Mr. Milo is a full-time employee of our organization and holds an intermediate-level psychic qualification certificate. He is a formally certified psychic by the International Particle Energy Agency."

As soon as that tone was uttered, Shiraishi Kazuki immediately felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.

He knew that the person in front of him was definitely a tough old fox.

The questioning continued for a while, with the countermeasures department interrogating him relentlessly. Although Sakurai Toshio answered every question, he replied incoherently, revealing no personal information whatsoever except for those related to the case.

Veins bulged on Shiroshi Kazuki's forehead, further confirming that although the guy in front of him was young, his mouth was tighter than the anus of a severely constipated patient, almost only taking in but not giving out.

"Then you can at least tell us who you suspect was the one who cast the curse?"

"Is it okay if public figures are involved?"

"Hmm?" Yuki Amami's senses as her manager were triggered.

"Could it be Mingmei's competitor? Damn it, resorting to such underhanded tactics! I'll make sure they don't get away with this..."

"Athena Nishiki, whose real name is Aoi Nishiki, is a rising visual kei idol of Japanese-American descent," said Toshio Sakurai.

Yuki Amami suddenly fell silent, looking at him with an incredulous expression.

"That gothic-style beauty on TV who altered her evening gown into a miniskirt and then sang rock music? She seems to be quite popular lately." Yamato Masami was the first to realize.

"Are you a fan of the suspect?" Shiraishi Kazuki glanced sideways at the newcomer.

"No, no, I just saw it on TV," Yamato Masami denied repeatedly.

At a time like this, he wouldn't be foolish enough to admit that he had bought the other person's records.

Besides, my true love is Miss Akemi!
That despicable wretch dared to curse Miss Mingmei! I'll arrest you right now! Bring you to justice! Torture you severely!

"Could there be a mistake? That girl and Akemi are friends. They even formed a temporary band during the rookie audition, and they've stayed in touch ever since," Yuki Amami asked, frowning.

“I have evidence.” Toshio Sakurai took out a stack of freshly developed photos.

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

The photo clearly shows a bedroom, but apart from the various pink furniture pieces that exude girlish charm, the walls, the door, and even the ceiling are covered with posters of Akemi Hayashibara in almost every corner, and even the glass windows are covered with them.

The poster features a portrait circled in lipstick, along with numerous hearts and the words "love" and "like" written in extremely messy handwriting.

Besides that, there was nothing but the name "Mingmei" everywhere.

Moreover, the room was filled with plush toys resembling Akemi. They ranged in size from palm-sized to pillow-sized, and there was almost everything imaginable.

No matter where you look, you'll always be watched by 'Akami Hayashibara'.

Am I too outdated, or is this world too crazy?

Yuki Amami muttered to herself, and the others had similar expressions, clearly all of them terrified by such an astonishing landmine-type madwoman.

The last photograph best proves Sakurai Toshio's words.

The photo was taken from a very low angle, looking up from below. The scene was in a dark, enclosed room, with an intricate circular magic circle drawn in blood on the floor, and a familiar golden birdcage in the center.

"I discovered that there were practitioners around the girl's residence, so I was able to take these photos using special methods." Toshio Sakurai shrugged, looking like he still had some lingering fear.

As for the special method he mentioned, he naturally didn't need to disclose it to those people.

Practitioners have the right to protect their own secret methods, although it's not complicated in theory.

I quietly patted the tiny teacup dog in my pocket. The little guy was very quiet and didn't make a sound. Next to it was a very small miniature camera.

Sakurai Toshio thought to himself that as the head dog, Master Milo was far more powerful than himself, a useless accessory-type dog god.

"Just who is your intern?" Shiraishi Kazuki finally asked directly.

“He’s a new recruit, and I don’t know him very well. I only allowed him to do odd jobs because he’s a junior from the same high school.” Sakurai Toshio chuckled, as if he had transformed into a bar of soap in a men’s prison, exceptionally slippery.

"Doesn't your firm conduct background checks before hiring?" Shiraishi Ichiki glared at the other person, furious.

"Oh dear, that's how small companies are, not very professional. I'll definitely correct it next time, next time I promise, hahaha." Sakurai Toshio scratched the back of his head and chuckled foolishly, agreeing very readily.

"I will report this to my superiors. The depth of the Changshi River has exceeded the shallow layer, and the current manpower is insufficient to carry out direct rescue."

But now that we know the suspect's identity, we can arrest her and then use the medium she has to enter the underworld to conduct a search and rescue operation. Shiraishi Ikki refocused on the incident.

"I'm counting on you all!" Yuki Amami said earnestly.

"Please be sure to bring Akemi back!"

“And my employees and interns,” Toshio Sakurai added quietly.

Then he was glared at fiercely by the former, but he just chuckled twice and remained standing in place without backing down.

"Don't worry, we're professionals." Shiraishi Kazuki nodded, then added in a low voice.

"But the situation in the ordinary world is often very complex, especially in the realm beyond the superficial level. So please be prepared for the worst."

"..." Yuki Amami gritted her teeth, her eyes becoming extremely complicated.

"I see."

Unlike the others present, Toshio Sakurai appeared quite calm at this moment.

To be honest, he suspected that before the routinely lackluster countermeasures department could actually do something productive, his interns and veteran employees might just break out of the ordinary world.

The premise is to avoid interference from others...

The detective turned his gaze to the photograph, where a blonde girl with red eyes was smiling brightly.

I've been quite busy these past few days, so I apologize for the somewhat irregular update schedule. I'll post the remaining two chapters together.

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