Hitoshi Kawamura is an ordinary company clerk.

To be precise, he didn't think he was ordinary, or he never had the idea of making himself 'special'. It's just that from a broad objective point of view, he is ordinary.

I have a father who is also a company employee, but now retired and lives leisurely in his hometown of Fukuoka.

There is an ordinary wife who is a complete housewife like her mother, and the wife's family is not a big family, and the situation is the same as her own family.

His elementary school child, Hayato Kawamura, always reminded him of his childhood, spending all his time on textbooks that weren't difficult, and a little of the same mundane entertainment.

It's ordinary, and it's enough for him to be satisfied.

The briefcase contained documents he had worked overtime late into the night last night, as well as a random comic strip from the bookstore.

Nagoya is one of Japan's three major metropolitan areas, so it's understandable how breathless it feels in the subway, and Hitoshi Kawamura, who has long been accustomed to such crowds, grabs the handrail on the side unhurriedly and pulls out the work of the unknown manga artist in an attempt to immerse himself.

The crowded environment was as quiet as ever, with young schoolers plugging their ears with headphones, and many company employees who relied on comic books to pass the time like him.

Because of the remoteness of his home, he had to move from the current Tsurumai Line to the Sakura-dori Line.

Expertly obedient to the crowd, he stepped out of the car door and onto another platform, without even stopping too much to read the comic book.

A staff member who is also comfortable navigating the crowd is explaining to a foreign tourist how to use the ticket vending machine.

The subway comes to a slow stop.

Following the flow of people, Hitoshi Kawamura once again squeezed into a carriage with a similar crowd and silence.

"I'm sorry."

The young lady squeezed past him, leaving behind a faint scent of shampoo.

Hitoshi Kawamura moved his nose and continued to sink into the world of manga.

Perhaps because he was too bored, he thought of the cherry blossoms in Tsurumai Park because of the fragrance. Last year, during the cherry blossom viewing season, he deliberately took advantage of the holiday to go to play with his wife and son, and he also took the crane dance line just now.

He unconsciously smiled happily, and this smile made a strange person who looked around in the silence of the crowd tremble.

Unconsciously, there was a glow of gold in his eyes.

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Nakajima-cho, Nagoya City.

This is the temporary office of the Snake Eight family in Nagoya.

To be precise, just last night, it was just a private house for sale, and overnight, it was bought and transferred, and all the documents were settled.

It was then renovated by a local renovation company under their control, and at 10 a.m., after the housekeeping company had finished cleaning and dusting, it officially became the temporary office of the Eight Snake Houses.

A column of middle-aged men in black suits and sunglasses lined up, standing beside the reinforced and raised wall, in a neat and serious posture, their eyes all facing one direction.

They are all directly in charge of the Eight Snake Clans in Nagoya and nearby prefectures, and even if they usually confront the Fierce Oni people head-on, they never need to gather so many forces together, and they may only need one-third of them to be able to directly confront all the nearby Fierce Oni forces.

They came together not to fight against foreign enemies, but to welcome a figure far more noble than them.

A cheap and low-key black Honda S660 turned around the corner and stopped in front of a group of imposing leaders.

"Young master!" xN

The 90-degree bow barely made it possible to find any flaws, and the shouts in unison made people's eardrums buzz a little.

The only person who can let them greet them with such an attitude is the head of the Gen family, the successor of the next generation of head of the family, Gen Zhisheng.

Stepping down from the co-pilot, Gen Zhisheng was wearing a long black trench coat similar to the Matrix Riño's outfit, and as he walked quickly, the hem of the trench coat lifted with the wind, revealing the gorgeous ukiyo-e inside.

He nodded with a cold face, followed by two retainers, Raven and Yaksha.

"Let's go inside."

Yuan Zhisheng's style is sharp and unobtrusive. The head of the head, Ichiro Miyamoto, was one of the high-level officials who had served in Tokyo, so he was also well aware of Gen Zhisheng's habits, so he took the lead in opening the door of the office and signaled that Gen Zhisheng could enter directly without changing his indoor shoes.

The rest of the heads respectfully continued to stand in the streets outside the office, their faces full of glory and vigilance, guarding against all possible crises around them.

Only a few of them were on the same status as Miyamoto Ichiro, and only after the Raven and Yaksha entered the office did they follow quietly and orderly.

"Miyamoto-san, tell me about what's happening in Nagoya lately."

Tea cups and hot towels were placed on the long Western-style conference table, and the subordinates who acted as waiters immediately filled the crowd with hot tea.

Yuan Zhisheng sat on the throne with a golden sword—it didn't matter about humility, it was a natural position—and wiped his hands lightly, and took a copy of the detailed information that had been sorted out.

Ravens and Yaksha stood behind him, and as retainers, they were not qualified to sit down.

The information is long and detailed, but the specific content is exactly the same as what Gen Zhisheng has seen before—ghosts with uncontrolled bloodlines committing crimes and murders everywhere.

He couldn't help but rub his temples, and he began to wonder if it was really necessary for him to rush over in the first class of the Shinkansen in such a hurry.

"Yes, young master."

Ichiro Miyamoto respectfully stood up and began to report.

"About three weeks ago, there was a series of vicious killings in Nagoya City, and until yesterday, the death toll reached 12. However, under the pressure of the family and the police and prison, the media did not cause panic and influence on the citizens. ”

"Through the analysis of the case, it can be basically concluded that the murderer committed the crime alone, and he is a man with a height of 170cm~173cm and a weight of about 60kg."

"The murderer has a lot of power and speed. The two deceased were strangled by a strip and suffocated to death; The three deceased were smashed by the murderer with a strong force to break the cervical vertebrae, a fatal blow, and the murder weapon was about a baseball bat or something; The five deceased were killed by the murderer who had stoned their knees and then chiseled through their heads alive; Two of the other deceased died from having their arms and thighs torn off, their jaws shattered, and blood loss. ”

"There are not many traces of struggle. It shows that the killer's movements are basically beyond the reaction speed of a normal adult. ”

"According to the bloody degree and method of the scene, it can basically be concluded that the murderer has a certain proportion of dragon blood, and is on the verge of completely losing control."

While listening to Ichiro Miyamoto's report, Gen Zhisheng casually flipped through the pile of photos of the murder scene that ordinary people would vomit when they saw it, and he already had a certain number in his heart.

"Is that all there is?"

"No, young master...... In fact, there was a similar case in the city at 9 o'clock this morning, and the deceased was named Hitoshi Kawamura. The body was found in a small alley, dead no more than two hours ago. ”

Speaking of this, Ichiro Miyamoto bowed his head in some shame.

"It's our rereliction of duty."

Gen Zhisheng knocked on the table noncommittally and took the freshly developed photo handed over by Ichiro Miyamoto.

The photograph shows an ordinary middle-aged man leaning against a wall, his hands and head hanging weakly, and the fatal injuries are probably the throat and neck bone that have been cut by a hand knife. The only feature is that his jaw has been ripped off entirely, and the rest of his face has taken on a smile-like arc, apparently the killer has also used sharp objects to process it.

Raven and Yaksha quietly discussed a few words and came to the conclusion that 'this murderer is very poor with a knife and is not an expert'.

"Let's go."

Leaving aside a lot of photos, Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes and filtered through his brain, and drank the thin tea with a cold temperature in one gulp.

"Miyamoto-san, you take people to guard the traffic gates, and the Metropolitan Police Department searches in the name of routine inspections. The killer may have lost his mind, so he won't hide himself well. The key is to be quick and not to give him time to escape. ”

"Also, raise the level of secrecy for this incident. I suspect that the 'ghosts' who committed the crime this time are inseparable from the fierce ghosts. ”

Yuan Zhisheng stood up, revealing the two ancient knives around his waist, the boy cut and the spider cut.

As the next generation leader of the Eight Clans, he naturally had to follow the ancient precepts and carry his weapons whenever and wherever he wanted.

"Yes!"

Ichiro Miyamoto bowed respectfully again, and then waved his hand to signal his subordinates to make arrangements quickly.

Without making too many stops, Yuan Zhisheng led his two subordinates into the Honda S660 and prepared to enter the city from the high-speed line around the city.

"Hey, crow, no matter what you think, this car you drive is really bad."

Yaksha, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the slowly increasing speed on the dashboard and couldn't help but complain.

"Do you think I'm thinking, it's just a second-hand car from a friend...... Ah, I'm sorry young master, I didn't mean to drive a bad car, I just wanted to use the waste. ”

The crow sincerely apologized to Gen Zhisheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot.

"But please rest assured, my hometown is from Akinayama in Gunma Prefecture, and I worked in a tofu shop there using a Toyota 86."

“…… Drive it for me when you have time. ”

Faced with the slow slot, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but have more headaches.

Although he is used to the incompatibility of two subordinates, is this kind of treatment of a dangerous task really big husband?

(I finally held back a change.)

Because the college entrance examination collapsed, I was in a bad mood, and I filled in all kinds of volunteer information, so I haven't changed it.

Reading the book progress is 20%, and I can only write roughly. I'll have a chapter in the next few days. ）