I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"You bastard, you don't know anything at all. If it weren't for Mochizuki, the class leader that night, I'm afraid this place would have..."

Hearing Mochizuki's disdainful tone and the mention of a certain name, the faces of several Section 9 agents showed anger.

Perhaps due to some confidentiality regulations, they didn't finish talking.

A young detective stepped forward, grabbed Wang Yueche by the collar, and pressed his cold pistol against his chin: "I don't care who you are, take back what you just said..."

"Do you know, that night, including Section Chief Mochizuki, how many people in Section 9 fought until they were 'retired'?"

"Well, if what you said just now made you feel uncomfortable, I apologize..."

Mochizuki let the other party hold his collar, the dark sunglasses on his face shone indifferently under the dim yellow street lamp, and he didn't take the muzzle of the gun on his chin seriously at all.

"However, if your grief and anger can wake up my lovely sister, then please express it to your heart's content."

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

Behind him, the members of the disaster prevention mobile team who had been silent all this time put their hands on the automatic rifles around their waists in unison.

It seemed that he could shoot at any time if he gave the order.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became chilling.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, I just contacted the headquarters, but I haven't received any instructions on handing over the Zangqian apartment. Can you check again..."

Another older detective held down the gun in his companion's hand, and negotiated with Wangyueche with reason and evidence, shifting the center of the conflict away without any trace.

"Hey...the document for the Metropolitan Police Department should still be on the way. I printed this document directly at the Ministry of Defense and came here. I wanted to get off work early, and I haven't been to an izakaya in Japan for a long time..."

Mochizuki cleaned up the messed up collar indifferently, and rolled up the cuff of his left hand, revealing a left arm covered with rune bandages...

"By the way, by the way, from today on, not only the Zangqian apartment, but also the weird, half-demon and those messy cults are under the jurisdiction of our Ministry of Defense..."

He stretched out his left hand and gently clasped it on the side of the closed giant iron gate, which was strong enough to resist missile bombardment.

"You Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the Spirit Eliminator's Association, will take care of such small cases as resentful spirits disturbing the people and funeral rituals in the future."

As soon as the words were finished, Wang Yueche's thin arm suddenly swelled and turned black like charcoal.

The iron gate weighing nearly ten tons suddenly wailed in pain...

The power of great rivers and mountains, 20%.

"Crack."

Under the sluggish eyes of everyone, Mochizuki Che, who was full of indifference, twisted and deformed the five-meter-high and eight-meter-wide alloy iron gate in front of him as easily as opening the sliding door of an izakaya, at a speed visible to the naked eye. A huge gap one person wide was pulled out.

"Okay, hurry up and change the defense...Everything in the apartment is cleaned out for me and sent to the research institute for careful inspection."

After doing all this, Wangyueche's arms changed from black to white, and he tied the cuffs calmly.

"No, you can't go in and clean up until Senior Araki comes back to clean up! This is what our Spirit Eliminator Association promised him..."

The tall and tall Yamada Kengo stood in front of the crack resolutely, stopping several members of the disaster prevention mobile team who were about to enter the iron gate.

The little bird You Mayumi stood beside him silently.

"You two, don't you look like people from the Metropolitan Police Department, the Soul Eliminator Association..."

Immediately behind him, someone handed Wang Yueche a stack of materials.

"Oh, yes, yes... I almost didn't recognize the haircut..."

Looking up at the face of the tall and tall Yamada Kengo in front of him, Mochizuki began to read softly.

"Kengo Yamada, code-named Philosopher Swordsman, Exorcism Exemption Level [1], Chief (former) of Shibuya Keizai University's Kendo Department, after being arrested for crimes such as underwear theft and windbreaker exhibitionism, he reformed himself and learned from his time. Benichiro, who is good at Maoshan Taoism, has a compatibility rate of 84% with the resentment [the collar of the human-faced dog], and searched and rescued 124 people from the ruins on the night of the Obon Festival..."

In his hand was a stack of "Practitioner Data Sheets" regularly backed up by the Spirit Eliminators Association in the Metropolitan Hall.

After reading a certain paragraph, his tone became more and more disdainful for some reason.

"Wait, who wrote the underwear theft and windbreaker exhibitionism? These have obviously been clarified and the case history has been erased..."

Ignoring Yamada Kengo's protest, Mochizuki glanced at the girl wearing a high school uniform, and his expression became serious: "Tori Yumaumi, code-named Akagi Meow-chan, exorcism level [2], studying in Tokyo Metropolitan Shinjuku In high school, the head of the archery department, good at Shinto, used the "Akagi Three Artifacts" to guard the Zangqian apartment on the night of the Obon Festival, and during the rotation, he retreated and gathered 125 resentful spirits..."

"Please don't read that code name..."

Seemingly embarrassed by the "public execution" of the "mistakenly registered" screen name, Kotori Yumaumi protested softly.

"This Miko seems to have some combat power, but you dare to come here directly in this school uniform, and your professionalism and vigilance are also lacking..."

Sighing, Wang Yueche scratched his head in distress.

"It seems that the manpower of the Spirit Eliminators Association is really tight. Even high school students and college student spirit removers are recruited to take care of this dangerous place. Continue to let 'non-professionals' like the Metropolitan Police Department and civil associations manage it Such a dangerous large-scale resentment is not acceptable..."

"How to hand over is a matter between your government departments, I can't control it. But, it must be after Senior Araki comes to pack things..."

Yamada Kengo looked down at the opponent's waist, showing dissatisfaction.

"You guy, since you are also a sword user, don't you have this kind of demeanor?"

When he got closer, he could see a black short sword hanging from the hem of Mochizuki's suit.

"A person with a sword? Sorry, I don't know how to use a sword. To me, this "Higakiri" is just an ornament that gets in the way. "

Mochizuki lowered his head and glanced at the old sword at his waist, showing a disdainful smile.

"If you are talking about the previous apartment resident, I'm sorry, according to the "National Expropriation Order", all items in this apartment have been owned by the state..."

"No, everything in that room has precious and irreplaceable memories behind it for Araki-senpai!"

With his bald head as dazzling as a light bulb, Yamada Kengo still stubbornly blocked in front of the crack.

Even though he had seen Wangyueche's inhuman power just now, he had no intention of giving in at all.

"That's right, even if you want to hand over, please wait until the resident comes to pack up his personal belongings..."

Standing next to Yamada Kengo, Kotori Yumami also begged sincerely.