I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Being able to talk to the spirit body... Could this guy be the 'Deathtalker'?"

Looking at Sousuke Araki and the spirit body not far away, Niya's face was also full of surprise.

A person who can ignore the influence of resentment and communicate freely with a spirit body with incomplete consciousness and only relying on obsessions can be said to be unique among the spirit removers.

Because this kind of behavior is essentially bridging the soul source of the spirit body and reading the memory of the other party.

Such people, in the Holy See, are called "Deathtalkers".

"No...I didn't hear anything..."

"Did you hear, did anyone hear what she was saying... Who can prove that she is Mantian Miwa?"

Glancing at the "resentful spirit" who opened his mouth slightly but made no sound, Hiroshi Kunimura showed a hideous and frantic smile.

"I only saw that in the ruins of the execution ground, there was a resentful soul who didn't know where it came from or what he was talking about..."

"Hey, hehe... I know, you blond little **** must have had a personal grudge with me at some point, and wanted to use this resentful spirit to frame me!"

"...By the way, looking at your vicious criminal face, maybe it's you who killed Mantian Miwa, so her resentful spirit will follow you! Right, all the spirit removers present?"

However, I don't know if I was intimidated by Sousuke Araki's fierce eyes or faintly aware of something. The crowd around did not echo the increasingly excited and chaotic words of Hiroshi Kunimura, but just quietly stood aside and looked at them with complicated eyes. This scene.

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"Vice President Chang Tian, ​​Vice President Chang Tian..."

In the nasal cavity, there is a **** smell that makes it hard to breathe and the foreign body sensation of blood scabs condensing.

Hiroshi Hiroshi, in 24 hours, opened his eyes with difficulty for the Nth time.

"Guangzhi, what happened?"

"President Shi, Shiben?!"

The old voice next to his ear made him instantly jolted, and he bounced from the ambulance stretcher like a corpse that came back to life in a horror movie.

"I don't do things well, and you are so tired that your old man came over in person!"

Struggling to climb out of the ambulance, Hiroshi Changda bowed deeply to the old man in front of him.

"It's alright, it's just that I heard that there was some movement here, so I came here to take a look."

The reason why he was so panicked was because the silver-haired old man who stood under the ambulance and stretched out his hand to support him was the person Tsukata Hiroshi respected the most in his life...

Tokimoto Ichiro, the president and founder of the Spirit Removal Association, who was apprenticed to the level [three] spirit scavengers of the Maoshan lineage in the Dragon Kingdom.

"Wait... That violent maniac Araki Sosuke dared to do this to me... Others, did they flee in fear of crime after committing violence?!"

Suddenly remembering something, Hiroshi Changtian turned his head and asked the staff next to him.

"Araki-kun, he... what are you still confronting the client over there?"

Hearing Hiroshi Changtian's questioning, the staff member showed a complicated expression and pointed to a place surrounded by people not far away.

"...The specific situation is a bit complicated, you'd better go and see for yourself!"

After all, it is extremely rare to communicate freely with spirit bodies, even in the Spirit Eliminator Association, and only those spirit eliminators who specialize in psychics can do it.

Not to mention, the sensitive matter of helping the grievances accuse the murderer is in the blank area between law and religion.

"Could it be that, after the violence against me, you will continue to harm the client and treat them like this in public..."

Through the human gap, I vaguely saw Hiroshi Kunimura who was stepped on by Sousuke Araki, and the veins burst on Hiroshi Hiroshi's bald forehead, as if his brain had made up something incredible.

"Oh? Did something happen?"

Looking in the direction the staff member pointed, Tokimoto Ichiro raised his eyebrows.

"President, you don't have to worry, I will handle the matter over there..."

"boom!"

Hiroshi Changtian's thin body erupted with great strength, dragged the stretcher he had just laid on from the ambulance, and smashed it to the ground...

"Wait... Vice President, you are going to..."

"...No need to say any more. I, Hiroshi Hiroshi Hiroshi (43 years old), as the vice president of the Spirit Slayer Association, will never allow spirit slayers to violate the law and abuse their clients and ruin the association's reputation for many years. It's happening right in front of you!!"

With the momentum of a fire brigade rushing into the fire and the hero never coming back, Hiroshi Tsutoda pushed the ambulance stretcher in front of him and sprinted towards the crowd...

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"I said, what are you waiting for... Aren't you the self-proclaimed righteous slayer?"

"If you don't kill the spirit, do you want to watch this resentful spirit harm people here?"

In the center of the crowd, looking at the "resentful spirit" walking towards him step by step, Hiroshi Kunimura questioned the people around him hoarsely.

"Or, like this guy, you are planning to help the resentful spirit and murder me, a big living person?"

"Kun Araki, it's better to control this spirit body and the client together, investigate and collect evidence before..."

Faced with the difficult situation in front of him, Ichigo finally couldn't help but open his mouth and put forward a more compromised suggestion.

Since it is difficult for most of the spirits to communicate normally, there is still a blank area in the law as to whether the spirits are qualified to accuse criminal facts and whether the testimony is valid.

If you want this scum in front of you, you must try to obtain further evidence.

"Justice slayer?! Sorry, I don't have anything like 'justice' that sticks gold on my face..."

"...I did this just because of Ms. Wantian's last wish, and she just wanted to testify against him in person."

Moreover, I also do not want Ms. Manda to turn into a grievance and continue to suffer in the world because of this scum and blood on her hands~www.readwn.com~ Shaking her head slightly, Araki Sousuke did not accept a proposal from Satoru: "Ms. Wan Tian has already told me all the details of the case, so there is no need for her to continue to suffer in this world."

"From the details of the case recorded in this notebook, no matter where the body was buried, the time and tools of the crime, your police should be able to find useful evidence..."

He threw the notebook in his hand to Ichigo, and stared at Kunimura Hiroshi with sharp eyes.

"The rotten guy, there is no distinction between people and ghosts, this is my consistent position, Sousuke Araki!"

"Hey...you stinky boy, you want to slander me, but there is no door!"

Just when Yiwu raised his hand to catch the notebook in mid-air, Bo Guomura, who was sitting between the two, suddenly jumped to save like Wakabayashi Yuansan, and took the notebook in mid-air into his hand.

"asshole!!!"

In the roar of Sousuke Araki, Hiroshi Kunimura, who fell to the ground, tore off the last two pages of the notebook very quickly and swallowed it directly into his mouth!