Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 111

The rainy season is really annoying.

In the morning, it was pouring rain again.

Saseiin Ara believes that news of a mudslide somewhere in Tokyo will soon be available.

He came to the Jingu-ryu Hall with a transparent long-handled umbrella and put away the umbrella.

Shaking the rainwater outside, he opened the door with one hand.

There are more than 20 students practicing in the morning.

There are a lot fewer people than yesterday.

Bailong's requirements were too strict. Students had to go to the clubhouse at [-]:[-] a.m. every day for the morning class, and they couldn't miss the morning class without any special reason.

Once a student is absent, there is no need to come back.

The Jingongliu Club does not need students who are not strong-willed.

Shashengyuan Huang Neng missed the morning class because there was a mother with a giant baby who needed to be taken care of, and had to go back and forth between home and the hall for three meals a day.

The second is that he trains very hard, and when his spiritual power is exhausted, he exercises his body muscles.

If it weren't for Bailong's restrictions, Shasheng Yuanhuang would like to live in the guild hall directly to practice.

Those new students obviously couldn't do this, they were just attracted by Bailong's reputation, and wanted to follow and train under the strongest banner on the surface, so that they could show off to others.

But Bailong almost fills up the students' spare time outside of work, completely denying them any time to show off.

There are more than 20 people now, and there may be fewer in another month.

The main reason is that they don't think that spending [-] yen is enough to learn the martial art of the extraordinary, so they naturally don't understand the rigorous training.

Only when someone awakens their spiritual power halfway through can they stimulate the fighting spirit of other students.

But Shashoin Huang thinks that possibility is unlikely.

He walked to the corner of the practice field, put aside distracting thoughts in his mind, and slowly drew circles with his hands in the air, his seemingly gentle movements disturbing the surrounding air.

There was a faint howling of the wind.

Shashengyuan Huang recalled Bai Shifan's movement of using Tianliu Vortex in his mind, so as to correct his own movements.

The strong resistance formed by the air seems to have an invisible enemy sparring in front of him.

Receive, transform, send.

Shashengyuanhuang resolved all the resistance from hedging with Tianliu Vortex's three-character tactic.

Over and over again, he was immersed in his cultivation, forgetting the passage of time.

"Huey, Killing Academy, come here."

Shouting interrupted Shasheng Yuanhuang's practice of Tianliu Vortex, and he walked forward respectfully without a trace of anger in his heart.

Unlike the initial hypocrisy, the respect on his face now comes from the heart.

Bailong's strength and heart completely let Shashengyuanhuang understand that defeating this man is no small goal.

It is the ultimate goal of life.

As long as he can defeat this one, conquering the stars and the sea will become a matter of course.

"Bai Shifan, do you have anything to do?"

Killing Yuanhuang asked aloud.

Huey stood silently.

Bailong put the phone back into his trouser pocket, and said casually, "There is a new commission from the Religious Administration Office. I'll let you see how the supernatural solves the commission and accumulates experience."

"Yes." Shashengyuan's wild inkstone-like pupils lit up. In the past, he had only heard people say that a transcendent person solved a certain case, but it was the first time he had personally experienced it.

The veins on Huey's face suddenly popped up, like earthworms burrowing into his eyes, "Hmm."

The deep and thick nasal voice echoed in the practice field, suppressing the shouts of other students.

Bailong smiled and said, "The client is waiting for us in Kabukicho, Shinjuku."

……

Kabukicho during the day is like an ordinary commercial street, unremarkable.

The real bustle starts at five or six in the afternoon, and gradually reaches its climax after ten o'clock. The whole street is replaced with colorful neon lights, and people reach various deals here.

Darkness breeds with the prosperity of night.

And all this has nothing to do with Pingyong Taro of Shinjuku Police Station.

You only get that little salary every month, and you have to be supervised by self-righteous people every day.

It is impossible to expect him to stand up and fight against evil bravely, such as giving directions, pumping up tires, and helping grandmothers cross the road.

Besides, it doesn't matter if those cases are solved or not.

The promotion and salary increase have already been arranged by the superiors, and no one will be promoted just because of his outstanding ability.

Ping Yongtaro tore off the wrapper of the lollipop, ready to add sugar, suppressing his shock.

He has been in the police force for ten years, and he is not a rookie who has just entered the industry. He is well aware of the risks he will face at the scene of a murder suspected to be committed by an extraordinary person.

Some murderers like to sit on the sidelines and linger at the scene of the crime. Before the superman comes, he is very dangerous.

The Transcendent came, and he was equally dangerous.

When a mortal body is involved in a battle of superhumans, death is a breath of time.

If he didn't want to gamble for the position of the police department before retiring, he really didn't want to stay in this ghost place.

The sweetness diffused in his mouth, gradually relieving his inner tension, and his eyes looked around.

After a while, Taro Hiranaga saw a foreign man approaching the entrance of the town.

Tall.

The crowd passing by couldn't cover up the giant man like a black tower, and his messy dreadlocks added a bit of a beast's breath.

The crowd dispersed spontaneously.

Taro Hiranaga bit the lollipop into pieces, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and stuffed the lollipop into his pocket casually.

He found that there was more than one Transcendent coming.

Beside the giant man like a black tower, there is a handsome and handsome man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, exuding the elegant temperament of a noble son.

And neither of these two people walked in the front, one step behind, trailing behind the short-haired man.

The man was wearing a sleeveless kung fu shirt with a black dragon pattern on the heart, and black kung fu pants underneath.

Step on a pair of cloth shoes.

The height is the shortest among the three, but the aura is not overwhelmed by the two, but very conspicuous, just like the moon hanging quietly in the sky, letting the surrounding stars release their light.

People can always notice the presence of the moon.

A flash of surprise flashed in Ping Yong Taro's eyes, and it took almost no time to think about who was the leader.

He didn't have the money to buy tickets for the No. [-] Martial Arts Club in the world, and the related videos were more expensive than the tickets.

It is said that it is hyped as a work of art worthy of collection by the rich, and it is basically insulated from ordinary people.

But he took the time to watch the award ceremony of the champion to know who is the champion.

Hiranagataro subconsciously stood up straight, so as not to be mistaken as impolite.

"My name is Bailong, and he is Huey, Shaseiin Huang, a disciple of our guild hall, responsible for solving this commission."

"Hi, I'm Taro Pingyong, the inspection director of the Shinjuku Police Station. Nice to meet you, Mr. Bai."

Taro Hiranaga's expression was faintly excited, can he ask for an autograph?

Should be able to sell for a lot of money.

After all, he is not a hot-blooded young man, and he turned his excitement into a real problem in a few strokes.

A signature is a good signature only if it can be honored.

"Let's talk about the entrusted matter."

Bailong entered the working state.

Taro Pingyong was taken aback, feeling a little regretful that he might not be able to get an autograph, so he turned and walked in front to lead the way: "Around nine o'clock this morning, the hotel owner finished cleaning the check-out room 206, passing by the door of room 207, and smelled a It stinks.

Knocked on the door and asked, but no one answered.

The boss went downstairs to the front desk to get a spare key to open the door, and found that the female companion who accompanied the guest to the room last night died. "

Going up to the second floor, Taro Pingyong continued: "The deceased's stage name was Miyoko, an employee of Aihuo Custom Shop, his real name is unknown, and he died a miserable death.

The client was a woman, dressed in men's clothing, with a somewhat African-American appearance. "

The above is all the information that Taro Hiranaga can provide.

In this Kabukicho, people never ask for truth, and hotels don't need information registration. As long as they give money, criminals can open rooms here at will.

The police station never wants to clean up here, Kabukicho pays too much tax to the government every year, it can't do it.

Bailong stopped in front of the door of room 207, stretched out his hand and unscrewed the door, the room inside was not big.

The toilet and shower room are combined, there is no balcony, only a glass window.

The curtains are dark white.

There is no air conditioning, an old ceiling fan is in the air, and a young woman is tied to the ceiling fan with a rope around her neck.

The abdomen was cut open by some kind of sharp instrument, the internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the prisoner painted a series of English words on the wall with blood.

A strong smell of blood filled the room.

Ping Yongtaro hid outside the house, covering his mouth and nose with his hands to prevent himself from spitting out.

Bai Long glanced briefly at the room, staring at the English on the wall and said, "What's written on it?"

"Please protect the weak monsters."

Saseiin Huang answered his question immediately.

"Oh." Looking at the organs scattered on the bed sheet and the blood all over the room, Bai Long felt that the man's mind was a little out of order, "For a case like this,

The first thing we do is to open up our spiritual senses to detect whether the wounds of the deceased are demonic or spiritual pressure.

The information left on the scene can be forged, and the breath left by the wound of the deceased cannot be faked. "

Speaking of this, Bailong waved his hands and said, "Try using your spiritual sense, what can you catch from the wound?"

"Yes." Shashoin Huang calmed down and opened his spiritual sense, trying to capture the breath remaining in the wound.

Nothing at all.

Shaseiin Huang frowned, and took the initiative to step forward, reaching out to wrap his hands around the woman's abdomen, his skin appeared stiff after death, with a faint breath remaining.

Like a candle that will go out when the wind blows.

The hand of Shasheng Yuanhuang was that breeze, which blew out the faint breath, retracted his hand and said: "Bai Shifan, I seem to have made a mistake."

"Be confident, remove the word "like."

Bailong explained to him: "You must not reach out to touch the aura that you can't capture with your spiritual sense.

Generally, in this case, you either need to find a more powerful martial artist, or ask a mage to use spiritual magic to track the prisoner's breath.

The end of being brave is that the prisoner's aura is covered by your aura and can no longer be traced. "

"Yes." Shashengyuan Huang nodded, but he was not panicked.

Teacher Bai did not stop himself from reaching out to touch it, which means that his reaching out to touch the prisoner's breath will not affect the commission.

"Huey, have you caught the opponent's spiritual pressure?"

Bailong turned to Huey.

"Yeah." He nodded heavily, and he could even judge the enemy's strength and position from the trace of spiritual pressure left in the wound, and said in a deep voice, "He's still here in Shinjuku."

"Nearby?" Taro Pingyong was so frightened that he ignored the smell of blood and hurried in to seek their shelter.

Huey didn't answer his question.

Bai Long said: "Don't be nervous, she is some distance away from here, you go outside and wait.

let's go. "

Taro Hiranaga opened his mouth to respond, and the three people in front of him all disappeared from the room.

He swallowed, and quickly turned around and walked outside.

……

"The race that destroys the earth's environment and causes the greatest massacres to human beings is the supernatural beings of human beings, not those monsters who are forced to hide everywhere. What's wrong with them?"

"Just because you were born as a demon, is that why you need to die?

It's not that they want to become monsters!
We want to liberate Shikigami!Reject the brutal oppression of monsters by supernatural beings! "

In Shinjuku, on the flyover of Takashimaya Times Square, a dark-skinned African-American woman in a suit and tie is giving a speech without a microphone.

She tried to sell her ideas to passers-by, with a solemn expression, as if she was fulfilling some kind of sacred and noble mission.

Haisa Harris is a player.

However, speaking is not a task assigned to her by the system.

Her real mission is to kill a lady named Miyoko, and then survive in Tokyo for three days.

Normal people's thinking is to hide and avoid.

Haisha did the opposite, thinking that she had eliminated all traces and there was no need to hide it. Why not sell the idea of ​​the International Demon Power Protection Organization to the ignorant Tokyo people during this period.

Human beings are the root of all evil!
Yokai are nothing more than an oppressed minority who have to rebel.

Although the upper echelons of the organization are all businessmen who take money to eat, Haisha is not.

She is sincerely hostile to Transcendents.

They think that they are behind the scenes to create all the tragedies in the world, and they pretend to be heroes.

However, how could a real hero get her parents involved in a fight to the death and cause her to grow up in that shitty orphanage?

She has already seen through everything!
The idea of ​​the International Demon Power Organization is in line with Haisha's idea.

Even as a player, she never forgets to spread the idea of ​​the International Demon Power Organization to others.

"If you have any ideas, you can apply to join the International Demon Rights Protection Organization online at the website."

Haisha paused, suddenly there were three more people on the bridge.

Her face became gloomy, "Bah."

Spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, Haisha thought it was bad luck, turned around and wanted to leave the overpass.

Bai Long blocked her way, and said calmly: "You want to leave after killing someone, isn't it too beautiful?"

"What evidence do you have that I killed someone?"

Haisha stared, and asked confidently.

Just as Bai Long was about to answer, he was interrupted by the other party's eloquent words, "You extraordinary people are like this, you never talk about evidence in your actions, you just pick someone to kill in the street, and you have completed your mission.

The bad luck that befalls me today will befall you tomorrow! "

Haisha yelled at the passers-by, and they quickened their pace, fleeing from here.

Bai Long couldn't figure it out, where did her confidence come from?

Forget it, Bai Long didn't bother to think about how many layers of magic BUFF this African-American woman in men's clothing had superimposed.

In his three views, this kind of buff is useless, so he said casually: "Huey, kill her."

"En." Huey's thick voice burst out from his throat, his spiritual power increased rapidly, and the violent spiritual pressure released outside was like an earth dragon turning over.

Haisha's complexion changed drastically, and the usual pressure from public opinion had no effect at all.

Asia is indeed a barren land derailed from the world.

As far as the United States is concerned, the bloodline and BUFF on her body are enough to make a transcendent person care about his own reputation, and he has to weigh whether it is worth it if there is conclusive evidence.

"Are you really going to kill innocent people?"

Haisha questioned loudly, and quietly prepared the skills of confinement to ensure her own safety.

Huey didn't answer, but Bai Shifan said to kill him, so kill him.

The tall body rushed forward, setting off a gust of wind.

Haisha threw out the confinement skill, and a purple ring engulfed Huey. She stared and continued to babble: "You are unreasonable, so don't blame me for fighting back for self-protection."

Snapped.

The imprisoning ring showed cracks, and under Haisha's horrified gaze, Huey knocked open the ring, instantly blocking her sight.

She was so scared that she didn't dare to beep again, she just wanted to use Yuandun's skills to distance herself.

boom!Huey slapped her head from the top of her head, and the violent power wiped Haisha away from the world.

A pool of blood splattered on the bridge railing.

Shashengyuanhuang couldn't see the meat and bones, and asked a little puzzled, "Is it over?"

"Well, her strength is far less than that of her mouth."

Bai Long shrugged, suddenly noticed the distant sight, and glanced sideways.

Shasheng Yuanhuang followed his line of sight, only seeing his father's building, "Bai Shifan, is there any problem there?"

"It's okay, let's go back and get the commission fee."

Bai Long ignored the peeping people.

……

Phew, the curtains were pulled shut abruptly, blocking the view from the outside.

The tall woman pressed the curtain with her hand and sighed, "It's really domineering."

With a distance of hundreds of meters between the two, her carefully hidden line of sight was actually able to be noticed by the other party and lock her position.

At that glance, tsk tsk.

The title of the strongest Martial Daoist on the surface does not seem to have much meaning.

"Oh, who can get such a compliment from Senke Palace Secretary of Izumo Taisha?"

On the leather sofa, Shinto Kensuke had a docile smile on his face, like a puppy trying to please its master.

The posture is extremely low.

"It has nothing to do with you," Qianjia Maki turned around, his face turned sharp like a blade without any sigh, "Did you invite me here specifically to drink cold water here?"

"How dare I do that."

Kensuke Shinto quickly shook his head, secretly cursing Shuten-douji for not being a demon, and promised to arrive at the scene at 09:30 in the morning, but there was no ghost at [-]:[-].

Is this the attitude of discussing cooperation with others?
"Please wait a little longer, that person will be here soon."

"I still have to wait?!"

Qianjia Maki stared, his murderous aura leaked out, making the reception room cold.

"Ha ha."

A chuckle came from outside the door, defusing the murderous aura in the room, and one person strode in, with bright red long hair covering ears, like ripe strawberries.

There is a hint of evil charm in the handsome facial features.

Jiu Tun-douji closed the door behind his back, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I overslept."

"Oh, you're being honest."

"I would never lie in front of a beautiful lady."

"Pay attention to your words, I am not ordinary beauty, I am a beauty that can overwhelm the country and the city, reaching the level of disaster that can destroy the country with a smile."

It seemed normal for such narcissistic words to come out of Qianjia Maki's mouth.

Jiu Tun Doji said with a smile: "I thought I was narcissistic enough, but I never thought that Qian Family Palace Secretary is even better than me."

Shinto Kensuke was in a cold sweat when he heard it, fearing that Senya would be angry, the two fought at the scene.

Qianjia Maki didn't show an angry expression, but admired his attitude a little bit, "That's the end of the nonsense of greeting each other.

Eight prodigy, let me hear, you have any good reason to persuade me to cooperate. "

(End of this chapter)