Love letters are not allowed in exorcism notes

Chapter 500 Why is it so chaotic tonight?

"How do you know they are from Fuso?"

Ito Akihide got up from the ground, raised his legs to brush off the dust on his knees, and turned to look at the white policeman next to him who had bandaged his wounds.

"In my opinion, there is no difference in appearance between Ming people and Fuso people. At least you can't tell them apart with the naked eye."

The white policeman spread his hands and said, "But these people are not tall, they have weapons in their hands, they are in a group and look like they are going to cause trouble, and one of them said something in Japanese. Isn't this enough evidence to draw a conclusion?"

"Of course not. Mr. Logan, have you forgotten that the police station does not have the power to 'identify Japanese people'? The so-called rule that allows shooting Japanese people without tattoos on their faces has a necessary prerequisite, which is that there must be actual evidence to confirm the identity, and it cannot rely on personal subjective judgment. If this power is abused, then anyone could be a Japanese person in the future."

As Ito Akihide spoke, he handed the bloody clothing fragments he had just picked up from the ground to the white policeman: "Mr. Logan, you demon hunters have a very strong sense of smell. Can you smell the smell on this?"

Logan shook his head and said, "Besides normal human blood, I can't smell anything else. Captain Ito, just say what you want to say."

"This is the taste of the braised pork elbow from Julaixian Restaurant on Qingshan Street. The taste of their cooked food is different from others. They put more hawthorn and grass caraway to make it more boneless and tender, but putting too much will affect the balance."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"What I want to say is that those warriors who saved the country couldn't afford all that luxury. They were lucky to have rice balls to fill their stomachs, and they certainly wouldn't go to other people's restaurants in broad daylight to eat and drink. These people had money in their pockets, and they used axes as weapons. They didn't kill you after they subdued you... Judging from all the clues, I'm more inclined to believe that they were local gangs."

Logan was stunned for a moment, then said disapprovingly, "Weren't all the well-known underworld gangs cracked down on and eliminated last year?"

"Maybe they are migrant workers who came here from other places or other urban areas. This is normal. Besides, the underworld gangs are inextricable. Our social environment has not yet reached that level."

"not to mention……"

Ito Hideaki frowned and looked towards the distance of the street: "What's going on over there?"

"The rats are rioting."

Logan lit a cigarette with a grin on his face. "There should be a 'pied piper' controlling the rats. I wanted to go over and take a look, but I ran into this. What bad luck!"

"Unlucky? It's not such a coincidence. We received an order to come here to search for the Fuso people, and we ran into the underworld gangs that happened to appear here. And the flute player over there is doing something bad again. It seems that we are covering for them."

Ito Hideaki looked around, walked into the shop next to the street, and said to the timid owner: "Excuse me, can I borrow your phone?"

He also dialed a number.

"Hello? Hello, this is Shenyuan..."

"Captain Cheng, I'm Ito Hideaki."

"Mr. Ito?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was surprised: "Why are you calling so late..."

晚？
Ito Hideaki frowned and subconsciously glanced at the time on his watch.

"Excuse me, Miss Cheng, if you have already gone to bed, I won't disturb you."

"No, no, no, it's okay. We are...well, forget it, Mr. Ito. If you have anything urgent to say, you can tell me."

"Nothing, I just wanted to confirm with you, are all the security measures on your side in place?"

"Yes... yes, I have called all the students from Jishan Academy here. We have enough manpower, no need to worry!"

Don't worry about anything!

Ito Hideaki took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub the dragon tattoo on his cheek.

Can these young masters and young ladies really do it? It’s not that there are no more reliable people than them, but that thing can only be safe enough in their hands.

Young masters and young ladies have their own shortcomings, but their advantages are also undeniable, that is, they will not be easily bought by money.

"It's like this, Miss Cheng. I just received news that another group of people have sneaked in. We are still unsure of their origins and intentions. You'd better be careful tonight."

"Isn't he a samurai from Fuso?"

"We haven't found the warriors from Fuso yet. They should be from a gang in China. Apart from that thing, I can't think of any other reason why they dared to come to Tianmen to cause trouble."

"You mean Chuan Guo..."

"Don't talk on the phone!"

Ito Hideaki subconsciously emphasized his tone, but soon came to his senses: "I'm sorry, Miss Cheng, I mean that the phone line may be at risk of being tapped."

"Yes, I know, don't worry!"

I can't feel at ease at all!
"In short, if you really encounter an emergency, be sure to contact me in time."

"Okay, Mr. Ito, I know what to do."

After hanging up the phone, Ito Hideaki took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the shop owner next to him, and also took out a seemingly inconspicuous notebook.

When I opened the notebook, I saw three lines of long and short sentences appearing on it.

Boil beans and burn bean sprouts,
Under the moon, the fool throws away his passion,

What's the use of it?

"There are three kinds of people I hate the most in my life: Japanese people, riddle people, and poets."

Looking at the haiku appearing on the notebook, Ito Hideaki gritted his teeth in anger.

This broken notebook is really useless. It can only make vague predictions every time, and it must be written in haiku format. Its previous owner must have been a poor, otaku, and a street-stupid writer who didn't even have a woman, so he had such deep resentment.

"Mr. Logan, have you rested well?"

After leaving the store, Ito Hideaki turned to look at the white patrolman who was sitting outside and smoking silently: "Please show some real skills. We must find those warriors who saved the country tonight. Otherwise, if they stay here for one more day, it will increase the risk."

"I don't care, but are there really Fuso warriors?" Logan shrugged and said, "There are still no clues. Are you sure the higher-ups didn't just come up with an excuse and sent us here to cover up some people's actions?"

"I am sure!"

Ito Hideaki nodded vigorously. Although the predictions in the notebook were vague, they had never been wrong.

How else can we explain the saying “boiling beans and burning the bean pods”?

But this is not an excuse that can be spoken out.

Moreover, he didn't think there was any brotherhood between him and those crazy warriors who were saving the country.

The Japanese people without tattoos on their faces... they have died long ago, and now they are just wandering around in the world dragging their stinking skins.

The best way to deal with them is to send them to paradise.

(End of this chapter)