Nine o'clock in the evening.

It was past the end of the day, but the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was still full of people, and even the heavy stone walls could not hide the fierce quarrels inside, and from time to time someone banged on the tabletop, and even the glass windows vibrated together.

On the last day of the month, most departments were so nervous, not to mention that the police inspector had also received a task from the cabinet, and he was even more busy.

However, all this has nothing to do with the little patrol officer Masao who is in charge of standing guard at the gate.

He stood alone under the heavy porch of the Metropolitan Police Department, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and the pitch-black baton propped up on the ground through two layers of clothing, a tender face of sixteen or seventeen years old was red from the cold, his neck was honestly shrunk in the collar, and his feet were stomped alternately to keep warm, but his eyes stayed on the fluttering snowflakes in mid-air, not knowing what he was thinking.

But soon, something else took away his attention.

A figure suddenly appeared at the end of the road, as if falling out of thin air between the gaps in the snow.

At first, Masao thought he had seen it wrong, but after squinting slightly and taking a closer look, he was sure that he was not hallucinating.

The man had a messy white hair that looked even more eerie in winter, the golden buttons on his pitch-black uniform glittered in the light, and a short-length white coat on the outermost side, which was not at all dressed for going out on a snowy day.

But none of that matters.

What really warmed up Masao's body slightly was the long katana at the other party's waist.

And the man with the knife was walking straight towards the main entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department without hesitation.

When he walked, even the surrounding snowflakes had to be retreated, which looked full of momentum and was very dangerous, and anyone who saw it knew that it was not good.

As the man got closer and closer, Zhengnan's face became solemn, and he subconsciously looked around and found that there was no one nearby; Then he looked up at the second-floor window to make sure that no one was there there either.

Thereupon......

He put on a strange face full of concern and took the initiative to greet him.

"Hey, how can you just run to the Metropolitan Police Department with a knife?"

Zhengnan was quite familiar with the man in white, and he wanted to take a closer look at the other party's appearance, but found that the upper half of the face of the person who came was covered by white hair.

But the lips that remained on the outside were as thin as cicada wings, scarlet as blood, and the lines looked like a strange beauty.

Zhengnan reached out and grabbed the visitor's sleeve and pulled him to the dead corner near the porch, "The people of the ghost killing team, we have to catch one when we see one recently!" ”

The guy dressed like the immortal Minoru Kawa was silent for a while and asked, "Do you know who I am?" ”

According to his expectations, when the police saw someone coming here with a knife, shouldn't they just fight?

What's going on with this policeman?

Why is there such enthusiasm for the Ghost Slayer?

No wonder his men died, and the police were to blame for their inaction!!

I paid so much tax!

Thinking of this, the fire in his stomach burned even more vigorously.

But Masao didn't realize it.

"I don't know your exact name, but I've always known this dress."

Masao said with a smile, "When I was six years old, I was captured by a ghost, and a red-haired uncle from a ghost killing team rescued me, and I've been paying attention to you ever since. ”

Then, with a look of deep curiosity, he asked, "By the way, you didn't come here to save people, did you?" ”

All the ghost killers who were arrested in Tokyo were escorted from the police stations in various wards this morning, but he didn't expect the ghost killer team to know the news so quickly.

However, it is too distracting to send only one person to rob the prison.

However, the man in white did not mean to answer the question, but was quiet like a dead man, with an ominous aura brewing around him.

If you look closely, you will find that whether this person is speaking or silent, there is no white vapor near his mouth and nose at all.

"That's right! After all, even if you're really here to save people, you shouldn't say this kind of thing openly. ”

After figuring this out, although he didn't get a response, Masao still talked to himself.

"I know that your swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer Team are very powerful, but the assistant of the superintendent has not left today, and there are still dozens of people working overtime, and it is impossible for you to quietly rescue people. So you might as well go back and call a few more people, or come over late at night. ”

"You mean...... The assistant to the director of alerts is also here? ”

The man in white repeated.

He thought that there would be a few unlucky policemen on duty, but he didn't expect that there would be a high-powered commander.

"That's right." Zhengnan nodded solemnly, "Many of the people who stay here now are big people with guns with them, you better leave quickly, if they find out, it will be too late." ”

"No, that's what I want."

The man in white said this very confidently, and then suddenly jumped back to the previous question: "You were saved by the Ghost Slayer when you were a child?" ”

Although it was a pleasant tone, the voice was as cold as steel.

"That's right!"

Masao looked grateful, "Since that day, I've always dreamed of joining your ghost killing team one day, and I also bought a knife and named it Oni Kiri. But my parents thought it was too dangerous, so they got me a job at the Metropolitan Police Department. ”

As he spoke, he smiled and touched the back of his head, "It's so handsome to be able to kill a monster like a ghost, you must be very proud." ”

"Although I can't help you today, if you need my help in the future, you can come to me."

Then, Masao suddenly wrapped his clothes tightly, looked at the sky and said to himself, "Eh, why do I feel so cold all of a sudden......"

The man in white on the other side was unaware of the sudden drop in temperature, but suddenly said, "What if, I just need your help right now?" ”

"Then let's talk about ...... first."

Zhengnan turned his head, but unfortunately through the layers of white hair on the other party's forehead, he saw a blood-red eye with vertical pupils.

The eye was like a smashed ruby mirror, reflecting dozens of identical, terrified young faces, before being swallowed up by countless insect-like bloodshots.

This person dressed up like the immortal Minoru Kawa is none other than Onimai Tsuji.

"Your words are a bit too much, and they bring back a lot of bad memories for me."

Slowly, smoothly, he tore open Masao's tongue and threw it in the snow outside, like throwing away an extra fruit peel.

"For example, the first Hinawa knife in this world, the name is Oni ......"

……

"Smack!"

A pile of papers with a large number of blanks was slammed on the table.

The assistant superintendent slammed his knuckles on it, shaking the entire desk, and the green tendons on his neck were beating wildly, as if he was infected with some terrible terminal disease.

"What do you mean you can't find it? Don't you call those who are familiar with them to knock on the side? I didn't let you interrogate, why can't you find out?! ”

"If you can't handle the case, forget it! You won't be able to chat either? ”

A subordinate standing across from him replied, "Sir, these people are all well-trained, and they all seem to have been on guard for a long time, and they don't mention those things at all. ”

"Don't tell me anything about being trained!"

The papers on the table flew up and fluttered until they landed all over the floor.

"They've been trained, so you guys have also been trained as officers!"

"Just a few simple questions—"

"Since they don't know where the headquarters is, what do they use to receive orders?"

"Where do you stay if you don't have a mission?"

"Where do you go for treatment if you're injured?"

"Where did you take part in the training?"

"That kind of special martial arts or kendo or something like that, can ordinary people learn it......

"The result? You've been checking for a day, and you haven't even found a single one! ”

The assistant director's face flushed, and his voice grew louder and louder, as if the two of them were usually warning the director to be there.

"You say, what should I give to the superintendent? And how did he give the cabinet an account? ”

"When the time comes, will you be dismissed from your position as the director, or will you be dismissed?"

"Huh?!"

Several people on the opposite side were suddenly silent, and hurriedly bowed and apologized, saying that they must have done their best to die and then share their worries for the leader.

"What's the use of me asking you to die? I want you to get things done for me! ”

In the end, the assistant director, who was very annoyed, could only calm down by himself, and asked while massaging his temples: "Since these official team members can't find out, it's called a ...... What a ......?"

Someone reminded loudly: "Miaoyue." ”

"Yes, this is the person. I've said hello to you before, but this person is not an official team member, and he has done something to our people, so he can be tortured directly. ”

The assistant superintendent asked with a calm face, "Does he have any useful information from there?" ”

"This ...... We beat him up, but the little imp had a foul mouth and a hard mouth, and said that if he wanted to get the slightest bit of information from him, he would ......."

"Just what?"

"You have to pay off your gambling debts first, reward him with a large sum of money, and then promise him a job in the military and police in the name of the government, and be responsible for his safety. These conditions are beyond the scope of the subordinates who can make decisions......"

"Did you hear that? How rampant! You're still going to coerce us! ”

The assistant director almost laughed angrily, and only after calming down a little did he say casually: "Sixteen or seventeen-year-old ghosts, how many gambling debts can they have?" Wouldn't it be the job of the military police to promise him first, and then come to the police station to clean up? As for security, what is there to say about this, the ghost killing team can still get in. All the conditions were promised to him, let him speak first, and then there was a way to teach him a lesson. ”

The people below immediately laughed, and they all sighed that this little ghost named Miyue was really naïve.

But they didn't have to laugh long.

A shrill whistle suddenly sounded from outside the office, short in tempo but extremely frequent, followed by a flurry of shouts.

“……”

There was silence in the office, and everyone held their breath to hear what was going on outside.

The assistant director furrowed his brows, why did the whistle blow at night, but when he walked to the window, he couldn't see a single figure outside.

Although the whistle gave him a very ominous feeling, after all, this is the Metropolitan Police Department, the headquarters of the Tokyo Police, and not far from here is the War Department, so there is no reason to be uneasy.

"Is there anyone else who can't escape from prison?"

But thinking of the performance of Yue Yue when he caught last night, the assistant director opened the drawer and took out a delicate pistol, and walked to the door in a menacing manner.

"Let's go and see what's going on?"

……

At this time, in the office hall on the second floor, more than 20 long and short modern firearms surrounded the ghost dance Tsuji no misery dressed as a pillar of wind from all directions.

In addition to this, there are more than two dozen shiny sabers ready to go.

Which weapon to use depends on whether the commander wants to kill or capture the guy alive.

Onimai Tsuji stood in the center of the muzzle of the black hole without nervousness, his right hand tightly clasped Masao's neck, blocking the little patrol officer who couldn't make a sound in front of him.

As for himself, he looked around like a tourist, but his red eyes were tightly blocked.

The unique blood-red eyes are the only flaw in his mimic transformation.

In fact, with Onimai Tsuji's body, he is naturally not afraid of these guns, unless it is a cannonball, he can't even pierce him.

But considering that today he is going to play the hateful immortal Minoru Chuan, if he is too strong, it will cause the police to be jealous of the ghost killing team.

Only by showing enough threats and providing some weaknesses can they have the courage to get into trouble with the Ghost Slayer.

Speaking of which, the reason why he came here was because what happened at noon today seriously dampened Onimai Tsuji's self-esteem.

The ancestor of the ghost at the top of the earth's food chain was freed from fear by a human who had just stepped into the threshold of the pillar, not to mention that the guy directly dug up the flesh infected with the blood of his ghost king.

That ugly face with that disgusted look and scars all over his face, saying that he was garbage and contagious diseases everywhere was even more unforgivable!

It's just an ant that escaped by luck!

But his anger is only on the surface, what really makes Onimai Tsuji feel bad is the healing method used by Minoru Immortal to treat Isono Masakin, and the sonic attack method that even interferes with him for a second.

If only the Demon Slayer could recover as quickly as a ghost—

What can the ghosts of Japan who are below the twelve ghost months have to live?

And that strange green seed, something weird that even he hadn't been able to get used to.

The old man who controls the flames, the Ashina Koichiro who controls the thunder and lightning, the ghosts and the purple flames, the increasingly weird ghost slayer (in fact, they all have only one source), and the missing Fallen Ji siblings......

One by one, one by one, all beyond his control!

In just a few days, the uneasiness and fear in Onimai Tsuji's heart were close to escaping from Jiguoyuan.

So, angry and timid as a mouse, he thought about it for an afternoon, and decided to push the less mature method-

Use humans against humans.

Since the conflict between the police and the ghost killing team is not fierce enough, then he will add fuel to the fire.

So, taking advantage of the fact that the sun in the temple lived in the barracks tonight and didn't go home, Onimai Tsuji became the appearance of the immortal Kawa Minoru and came to the door.

After all, among the existing ghosts, he is the only one who can have such transformation ability.

Besides, he just wanted to crush some bugs to vent.