Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Although Miko Yotsuya had never used her Hundred Eyes to harm ordinary people, she knew the special nature of soul manifestation.

Similarly, Hachishaku-sama could also manifest in front of ordinary people, which was also a special ability gained by evil spirits after signing a contract with spiritualists.

“So.”

Night Star pointed to the Hundred Eyes beside Miko Yotsuya.

“Although you yourself cannot wield the power of evil spirits, through the medium of your own soul manifestation, you may not be able to create weapons that enhance the damage effect against evil spirits out of thin air like I can, but if it's just a set of clothes, there's absolutely no problem.”

“Really?”

Miko Yotsuya looked at her Hundred Eyes, casting an inquiring gaze at it.

The thirteen eyes stared back.

A moment of silence fell.

“No, what are you asking her for?”

Night Star frowned slightly.

“Hundred Eyes is you, you are Hundred Eyes. If your ability is sufficient, she will naturally be able to do it. If you can't do it, asking her is useless.”

“I see, then I'll try.”

“Wait, don't try it yet.”

Night Star waved his hand to interrupt.

“Time is tight, try it slowly after completing the task.”

“You're right, first steal… … ”

Halfway through her words, Miko Yotsuya noticed the displeasure in Night Star's eyes and quickly changed her words.

“Oh, oh, it's to return the Onimaru Kunitsuna to its original owner first.”

“That's right, let's go.”

Night Star led Miko Yotsuya through the “door” in front of them, arriving at the corresponding location in the real world.

It was about half past five.

At this time of year, at this time, a glimmer of dawn could already be vaguely seen on the horizon.

The intersection of light and darkness is when the connection between the two worlds is the closest.

There were not many pedestrians on the streets of Kyoto near dawn, which was also why the Metropolitan Police Department issued a notice urging citizens to minimize going out at night.

Even if they noticed Night Star and Miko Yotsuya wearing masks and dressed strangely, their tired eyes did not linger for long.

After all, this is Sakura Province.

A little cosplay is really too normal.

The two of them arrived at the gate of the Kyoto Municipal Museum in this way.

The Kyoto Municipal Museum occupies a large area, made of deep yellow and red stone bricks, which looks like it has a serious sense of age.

At the entrance, there is also a sign with a photo of a long sword on it, and a line of large characters below.

《World-Famous Sword, Onimaru Kunitsuna, on Display》

“Too disgusting.”

Night Star looked at the sign in front of him with a heartbroken look.

“It's clearly stealing my sword, but it's still being exhibited so blatantly. The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not as good as before, I have to take it back myself.”

Miko Yotsuya: “…”

You are good at blaming others.

“Then, let's begin.”

Looking at the glass door of the museum locked from the inside, Night Star's eyes revealed excitement and focus, and he raised his foot and kicked.

“Crash.”

The crisp sound of the glass being kicked and shattered on the ground and the harsh sound of the alarm being triggered sounded almost at the same time.

As everyone knows.

The master assassin kills people with an axe.

Then, it is also reasonable for the mysterious thieves group whose goal is to steal Onimaru Kunitsuna to directly adopt a frontal strong attack?

“Let's begin.”

Miko Yotsuya nodded, took a deep breath, eased the tension in her chest, and followed Night Star into the museum.

As soon as she stepped into the gate, she immediately felt the extraordinary nature of this area.

In the air, there were strands of pale golden light, floating like silk threads.

This scene exudes a sacred and inviolable aura.

However, the color of the silk threads made Miko Yotsuya think of the goat-headed deity she had seen in the shrine last time.

Recalling the other party's ugly and distorted true face made her feel that the scene in front of her also exuded a disgusting hypocrisy.

“It saves time.”

Hearing Night Star's words, Miko Yotsuya looked at the walls on both sides of the corridor and almost couldn't help but laugh.

I saw that on the walls, every few meters, there was a sign hanging, with arrows marked on it, and the following was written underneath.

《To visit the famous sword Onimaru Kunitsuna, please go this way.》

The Kyoto Municipal Museum is indeed grand.

It even marked where the things are for the two of them.

Night Star and Miko Yotsuya walked side by side in the direction indicated by the sign.

The deeper they went, the more they could see that the golden silk threads in the air were becoming more and more numerous.

This is proof that there are many powerful spiritual objects in the area.

“There are still five minutes and forty-two seconds.”

Miko Yotsuya nodded slightly, knowing that the number Night Star said was calculated by Rio Futaba. It was the time it would take for the Metropolitan Police Department to arrive here after the museum alarm was triggered.

Within the remaining five minutes and forty-two seconds, the two of them had to complete the process of finding Onimaru Kunitsuna, breaking the display case glass, and taking Onimaru Kunitsuna away.

Of course, if there was enough time to leave the scene and avoid a head-on collision with the members of the Metropolitan Police Department, that would be the best.

“Stop!”

Just as they were about to enter the internal exhibition hall, a team of burly guards wearing work clothes and holding rubber batons surrounded Night Star and Miko Yotsuya.

They pressed the buttons on the batons in their hands, and dazzling electric lights flickered on the black rubber heads, looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.

“Stay where you are! This is a criminal act!”

Looking at these guards in front of him, Night Star was almost amused.

Rubber batons?

Did they think he was a Water-type Pokémon, and Electric-type damage would have an advantage?

On second thought.

These people are, after all, just guards from the Kyoto Municipal Museum, not a formal law enforcement agency like the Metropolitan Police Department.

Rio Futaba had investigated.

The weapons equipped by the guards, in addition to batons, are non-lethal firearms loaded with rubber bullets.

This is, after all, a museum that houses many antiques whose value is difficult to measure in money.

If they rashly fire a gun and cause any damage with stray bullets, who will be responsible?

Furthermore.

Don't underestimate rubber bullets. If they hit a person, they will break bones.

Normal people simply cannot withstand it. The effect is the same as live ammunition, but it is safer.

Unfortunately.

They are not facing normal people this time.

Seeing that Night Star turned a deaf ear to the warning and continued to walk forward on his own, two guards exchanged glances and rushed out at the same time, striking him hard with the electric rubber batons in their hands from the left and right.

“Bang.”

There was no electric shock wail, nor the tactile sensation of hitting a human body that they had imagined.

Night Star looked down at the rubber batons blocked by his clothes, shook his head, and said softly.

“Ridiculous.”

Immediately afterwards, he slightly bent over and quickly threw two punches at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see, hitting the abdomens of the two guards.

The two guards' soft abdomens suddenly suffered a blow. They only felt a darkness in front of their eyes, and even the reaction to the pain was half a beat slower, and they fell straight to the ground.

Night Star used the power of evil spirits to construct this set of clothes, not just to show off.

Of course, being handsome is also one of the factors.

On the one hand, it is very convenient and can be changed at any time.

On the other hand.

The strength formed by devouring thousands of evil spirits is enough to withstand sharp daggers, and even close-range pistol shots.

It looks like clothes.

In fact, it is an indestructible armor.

“Bang, bang, bang… … ”

Following a series of continuous muffled impact sounds, after five seconds.

“Done.”

Looking at the dozen or so strong guards who were all knocked to the ground and lost consciousness by Night Star in such a short time, Miko Yotsuya's eyes seemed a little complicated.

It's still that sentence.

Fortunately, Night Star became an exorcist.

Otherwise, putting aside the means of soul manifestation, just this physical fitness and fighting skills that are beyond ordinary people's imagination, coupled with the ability to act without leaving any traces through the Otherworld and the “door”… …

If he had any evil thoughts in his heart, he would likely become the most helpless criminal in world history.

Of course.

The theft of a famous sword of the level of Onimaru Kunitsuna is probably the first time in history.

It's a historical record.

“Four minutes and fifty-five seconds.”

About four minutes and fifty-five seconds before the Metropolitan Police Department arrived at the scene, Night Star and Miko Yotsuya arrived at the largest exhibition hall in the Kyoto Municipal Museum.

What came into view was a long sword in the largest glass pavilion, which still shone with a strange light even in the dark, and a simple scabbard placed next to it.

The sign next to it also had four vigorous characters written on it.

《Onimaru Kunitsuna》

Facing the long sword in the display case, Night Star exchanged glances with Miko Yotsuya, and the two shook their heads at the same time.

“Wrong.”

The worst possibility appeared.

The long sword in the display case was not Onimaru Kunitsuna, but just a replica.

Although the appearance was very similar, in the eyes of spiritualists like Night Star and Miko Yotsuya, they could tell it instantly.

There was no spiritual energy on it at all.

The Paranormal Phenomenon Research Society had a plan for this.

“Open your eyes, Hundred Eyes!”