In the Gaolun Hotel.

After having a hearty breakfast together, Meiya happily left the hotel with the 50,000 yen taxi fare that Zhang Jiao gave her, preparing to go to school with her classmates.

After Zhang Jiao looked at the girl's figure leaving, recalled her little tiger teeth a little, then gently pressed the bell and called the waiter to ask him to pack up the breakfast table and start preparing for his mission journey.

In front of him, a thick stack of newspapers was placed on the table. After a moment of reading, he found that these newspapers contained most of the local newspapers published in nearly a week, covering all aspects, from local people's livelihood sports to the development of the entire Japanese economy, all aspects were mentioned.

This is exactly what he ordered last night when he checked in this hotel known as the most luxurious in Hiroshima.

The hotel staff worked very carefully. Not only did these newspapers be classified according to the date type, but they also looked like they were newly printed without any trace of reading.

I can only say that Fukuzawa Yukiki is indeed one of the most powerful figures in Japan. (Note, Fukuzawa Yukiki is the character printed on the denomination of Japan's largest currency.)

Zhang Jiao took a sip of the tea placed next to him. The cup of tea soup made after a series of tedious procedures was sipped by him, just like a cow chewing a peony.

If such behavior is seen by the tea master, it will definitely be considered the greatest insult to him.

Zhang Jiao naturally did not have this kind of awareness. He flipped through the newspaper, glanced at the content about the cabinet, economy, and other things, and focused on the various local rumors reported in the newspaper.

This search really made him notice many clues.

During this period, there have been significantly more missing person notices in Hiroshima Prefecture, and more than a dozen vicious murders have occurred, especially the "killer ghost" incident in Fuzhong City, which has caused panic. So much so that the local police department had to hold a press conference, and all citizens bowed and promised that their criminals would be arrested.

After carefully reading all the reports about this case, Zhang Jiao ticked a circle on the newspaper with a pen.

He had already picked out a newspaper in various types of papers in front of him, and there were big circles on them, which were all places where he believed there were side missions.

Time flies. After more than three hours, Zhang Jiao stretched out after reading it. He recorded all the places he had drawn out in the newspaper, and prepared to wait and buy a newspaper to plan where to start.

Jingxin knew that he didn't plan to get in touch immediately. This task was obviously much more difficult than the previous one. So he should try and dig more while there was still time at the beginning so that the evaluation could be higher during settlement.

Hiroshima Prefecture, Fuzhong City.

A taxi parked on the side of the road and opened the door. Zhang Jiao walked down amid the honorific words of an elderly driver in his sixties.

He calculated the price a little and felt a pain. Even if the money was not earned by him, it would not affect his words at all.

"This Japanese taxi really needs to go to God! No wonder the social animals would rather get up early to squeeze the tram than call a taxi. At this price, it is really a matter of no gold coins at home!"

He secretly complained, just like an ordinary foreign traveler, he began to wander around Fuchu City, slowly approaching the place where the rumored "killer" incident occurred, the Asama Shrine.

When he was reading the newspaper in the morning, he discovered that according to the first incident, there would be a victim every seven days. By time, today happened to be another seven days, so he came here first.

However, this conclusion that can be drawn with a little careful observation will naturally not be discovered by Zhang Jiao.

Nearby, the vehicles from the Metropolitan Police Department occupied the main traffic lane early and patrolled all the vehicles and figures passing by. Many reporters with long spears and short cannons gathered on the side with excitement, and several reasoning enthusiasts dressed like Goro Mori were gathering together, expressing their guesses excitedly.

"Kill for love? Revenge of the gang? There are even big-footed savages from Dongli Mountain who come out to kill?"

An incompetent detective next to him walked past them inadvertently, and after hearing their discussion, his nostrils were almost tilted to the sky.

"What a group of idiots. The mountain in Dongli is only 800 meters high. If there were savages, they would have been discovered and captured to sell tickets for the fair. Can it still be allowed to kill people?"

He shook his head disdainfully, and his face became even more depressed.

"Will the real murderer come here? As long as he is a normal person, he will definitely not appear again after seeing the situation here."

"If he doesn't show up, then when will he become a famous detective?"

Just as he was mourning and occasionally showed a silly smile when he was dreaming, two Honda cars slowly drove to the near Asama Shrine.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and formal clothing and briefcase quickly got out of the car, trotted towards the vehicle position of the police station, and then took out a document from the document bag.

"Special instructions, now our Public Security Department takes over, and you are responsible for assisting."

After carefully looking through the instructions, the captain of the police department headed the police department called the hall to inquire with uncertainty, and then hurriedly stood up and bowed and bowed.

"Kenta Hondo, follow your instructions."

The man waved his hand and whispered a few words in his ear. Kenta Hondo immediately trotted back to the car and prepared to take action.

Twenty minutes later, the white and blue warning belt was pulled out with the Asama Shrine as the center, and at the same time, it drove away the idle people who were wandering around this place.

Many reporters who were driven out after waiting for most of the day, and the detectives expressed their dissatisfaction one after another, but Kenta Hondo's attitude was particularly tough and there was no room for concessions.

This time, the task was carried out by the Public Security Department, not the kind of small-scale quarrels like their Police Department.

The onlookers had no choice but to disperse unwillingly. Several reasoning enthusiasts were even more resentful, but when they saw the police officers in the police station raised the batons in their hands, they still smiled and immediately dispersed. Only a few reporters who were not willing to give up were quietly turning around to see if there was an opportunity to take a few latest photos.

Such a big move by the Metropolitan Police Department is definitely worth taking the risk to follow.

In the Honda car, as the police officers from the Police Department began their big moves, a man in his fifties and sixties, with neatly combed hair quietly turned his head and said to the two monks sitting in the back seat.

"Master Kookami, is it really useful to do this?" He pointed to the cordon outside and said with some uncertainty, "I mean, can't you really alert the snake?"

Kooka whispered a Buddha's name, and sat next to him, who was sixty-sixth-like to him, but much younger monk then took over the conversation, "Please rest assured, Lord Chiyo, this is just to prevent ordinary people from entering, not to stop ghosts that appear later."

"Oh! So that's it. Then I'll trouble Master Kooka, you and your son. I will thank you on behalf of the citizens of Zhongcheng City in the whole city." As he said that, he bent down deeply.

"I dare not take it. Eliminating demons and destruction is the foundation of my Fahua Sect's practice." The young monk next to him immediately bowed, and a string of huge Buddhist beads were clattering loudly on his left half.

As the sun sets, the bright moon has already shined on the earth.

It is clear and cool, and it is faintly shining.

Asama Shrine has suffered several lives in a row, and it is now blocked by the Metropolitan Police Department, which makes it even more sparsely populated.

"Do you think this place is OK? I always feel a little unsafe. Yamada-kun, why don't we change the position? If that perverted murderer really appears, our position will be dead."

After hearing what he said, the man who was called Yamada-kun looked up and suddenly felt that the place was a bit unsafe.

He changed his shoulders carrying the camera and whispered, "Okay, let's change the place, be careful not to let the black dogs in the police department see it."

After saying that, he hugged and walked carefully to the other corner of the Asama Shrine. As soon as he took two steps, he felt something was wrong. Where is Miyato Kum?

He turned his head and looked back, and saw that Miyato's little chicken that wanted to be pinched by his neck, pointing to the left, making a uh sound from his mouth.

He turned around and saw that at the door of the side hall of the Asama Shrine, there was a silence of evil spirits. A gust of wind blew from the dark door. A ghost fire burning with a deep shadow, which was far taller than ordinary people, slowly walked out under the moonlight.

The Yeta Knife, which was slung across its waist, drooping on the ground, making a giggling and touching sound.

Under the rusted ghost face, two faint purple sparks lit up.

"Ghost!"

Looking at the fantasy scene in front of him, the two people who had sneaked in suddenly screamed, immediately threw down the camera in their hands and ran away, shouting wildly.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

When he heard the sound, his tall figure flashed and flickered under the moonlight, and he tightly attached the two people who were running away.

Click!

The Nota Knife at her waist then left her body. It held the Nota Knife that was close to the top in both hands, swinging out a round of sword flowers freely. The cold and bright blade drew an arc under the moonlight, as if a bright moon rose on the ground.

Clear and deadly!

Miyagi Teng, who was running in front, was stunned. A huge knife mark broke open from the top of his head, and he fell to the ground in half. The body seemed to have been sucked away from flesh and blood, and it quickly became shriveled, as if it had been dry for a long time.

With a stroke of blood on the blade, the knife is then put into the sheath. The whole process is extremely smooth and freehand, with an indescribable cruel beauty.

"One kill!"

It was like the sound of bone pieces rubbing from its mouth.

Yamada Jun looked at this terrifying scene and suddenly felt like a delicate girl met a dozen hooligans, and she screamed in horror and despair.

"not good!"

The two monks sitting in the Toyota car, closed their eyes and chanted in a toyota car, opened their eyes immediately. They looked at the place where the screams came and immediately ran away.

When they arrived, they saw a ghostly energy bathing in the moonlight on the bluestone road outside the shrine. It slowly put its knife into the sheath.

Two shriveled corpses that were split in half were scattered under their feet.

It looked at the two monks running towards it, and the faint purple phosphorescence under the ghost face shone more and more.
Chapter completed!