I Raised a God in Tokyo

Well, the first step is to pull the brakes.

Bai Mujun felt extremely sad.

"Then look at this." Han Chuan Lan clicked on a map sign next to the webpage.

A map of Tokyo Metropolis appears on the interface.

The picture is mixed with dense red lines and complicated black lines, which are intertwined with each other to form a huge net.

"This is the ghost map of the entire Tokyo. Where the yang line and the yin line meet, it is possible to breed supernatural beings. And the spirit removal value is obtained when they are surpassed."

"Weak supernatural powers generally do not have a spirit removal value. Only supernatural supernatural powers can be obtained, and B-level supernatural powers like this should be very dangerous. Usually, they will suffer some injuries, and even their lives will be in danger."

Speaking of which, Han Chuan Lan seemed to remember something.

She looked at Bai Mujun's arm and asked gluttonously, "Does that arm still hurt?"

"Ok?"

"I hit it with the Zen stick," Yukawa Lan said hesitantly.

Hearing Yu Chuan Lan's words, Shiragi Jun just remembered.

He immediately pinched his arm and nodded to Yu Chuanlan.

It still hurts a bit.

"Then, do you want me to rub it for you?" Yu Chuanlan asked kindly.

She was still unhappy about it, and wanted to atone for her sins.

Shiroki Jun did not respond, but looked at Han Chuan Lan with a calm gaze.

Yuchuan Lan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head a little guilty, and stopped speaking.

It seems that Shirai-kun has not forgiven himself.

It's no wonder that she was ruthless at the time.

The more you think, the more you blame yourself.

Why didn't you confirm it at the time?

On the seat of the car, Jun Shiroki looked at Arashi Hanagawa who was in autism, and there was a smile on his face that I didn't expect.

Oh, little monk, who are you fooling?

I didn't intend to make a move at first sight.

How to knead without even rolling up the sleeves of the cassock?

Do you rub with your mouth?

Chapter 13 The Tradition of the Six Lessons of Psychics

The police car slowly drove into the police station.

"Two, we are here, please get out of the car." said the police officer in charge of driving.

The three entered the lobby of the Shibuya District Police Station, and then led the police into the corridor on the right.

"Come with me, this way."

These words were mainly said to Bai Mujun. Yuchuan Lan was obviously a frequent visitor here. As soon as she entered, many people took the initiative to greet her, and she kept smiling and waving in response, which was quite popular.

At the end of the corridor, the three entered the elevator and then went down.

A few seconds later, the elevator stopped with a bang, and a trace of cold air drifted in from the crack of the elevator door.

"Two, the sixth lesson of spirituality is here." The police officer beside him said expressionlessly.

Bai Mujun had a serious face.

I saw the elevator doors slowly open...

A burst of five-colored light shone into the elevator.

It is not an exaggerated description or a rhetorical technique, but a real five-color light.

The source of the light is the rotating ball of lights above the hall.

Bai Mujun was stunned.

The empty office hall is now occupied by the crowd.

Invariably, his arms stretched out, his feet stepped on a dynamic beat, and the battle was bluffing.

There is also someone on the desk not far away who is in charge of DJing, with a strong and wild voice.

This scene made Bai Mu Jun think that he had come to the wrong place for a while.

If it wasn't for the fact that they were still wearing police uniforms, Shiragi Jun really felt that they had come to a certain bar.

Could it be that there is some spiritual summoning ceremony being held?

The police officer beside him bowed to the two of them, then jumped out, mixed into the crowd, and gave them high fives excitedly.

Seeing the arrival of Shiroki Jun and the two, the ruthless disc juggling machine on the table took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing the face of the Yamato Police Department.

Even if you look at your chest muscles, you can see it.

Bai Mujun suddenly wanted to complain.

You run so fast just to come back to be a dj?

"You gentlemen!"

The Yamato Police Department roared loudly, and the strong sound directly overshadowed the background music.

"This time, all of us have triumphed, thanks to Master Yuchuan and the priest Shiroki who happened to pass by!"

"All of them, let's say thank you to them!"

The crowd in the hall stopped for a moment, turned to this side, and bowed uniformly.

The expression is serious, and it can be seen that it is a trained elite.

They shouted in unison.

"Thank you Master Yuchuan! Thank you for the priest Shiroki who happened to pass by!"

Facing this scene, Han Chuan Lan silently clapped her palms in return.

And Bai Mujun is still a little confused about the situation.

What's the matter, this is the beginning of the welcome?

Wouldn't you have to enter the box to start calculating your drink consumption?

Aware of Shiroki Jun's doubts, Han Chuan Lan explained in a low voice.

"Shiroi-kun, this is the tradition of the Six Lessons of Spirituality. If everyone returns after the mission, there will be a celebration party like this."

"Perhaps Shiragi-kun will think that they are making a big fuss, but many times, this is not a celebration party, but a memorial service for deceased comrades in arms." Yuchuan Lan's voice was also a little sad, as if recalling something.

Bai Mujun was silent for a while.

Mana is not for everyone.

Ordinary people are really helpless when faced with supernatural beings.

Fists can't hit, guns don't work, it's all in vain.

It's like when you fall off a cliff, watching the only rope left in your hand snap inch by inch.

The helpless despair is very painful.

Looking at the grateful eyes in front of him, Bai Mujun suddenly felt a little heavy.

As a student, I usually focus on my studies.

I can make one shot, but I can't be there every time.

It's like even if there are gods and Buddhas all over the sky, there can't be one for each person.

Moreover, as long as the supernatural exists for one day, there will always be some innocent people who will suffer bad luck.

Unless, let ordinary people have the power to fight the supernatural.

is it possible?

Bai Mujun started a new topic in his mind.

The celebration was very brief, and soon the sixth lesson was back in order.

The police officers tacitly cleaned the venue and returned to their orderly and busy work.

The Yamato Police Department reluctantly locked the disc player in the office cabinet, and waved Shiraki Jun and Han Chuan Lan to make a transcript.

It was almost two in the morning when the transcript was finished.

Bai Mujun walked out of the interrogation room first, leaning on the corridor to play with his mobile phone.

While taking notes, he also charged his phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, I saw several missed calls from the gods, and there were also messages from the gods on le.

"Priest Baimu, bring the newest jup to this god when you come back, Ariado~"

"Priest Baimu, it's eleven o'clock, are you still not going back to the shrine?"

"???"

"Priest Baimu, what happened?"

The last message is up to 7 minutes ago, and it can be seen that the god is a little anxious.

Seeing this string of information, Bai Mujun suddenly felt warm in his heart.

He typed a reply.

"Wait a minute, making money."

In the main hall of the shrine, the light next to the cushions lit up.

The god picked up the phone and looked at Bai Mujun's reply, a big doubt appeared on his little face.

How can you make money at night?