The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 39 Lucky Mutual Aid Society (31)

"Mr. Qian...what are you talking about?" Inuyama Heita looked at Qian Xiaoyi as if he were a stranger. He said in disbelief, "Our goal is to destroy this organization that deceives everyone. Now that our goal has been achieved, you say you want to become the next Lucky Mutual Aid Association? Continue to deceive and harm people?"

Qian Xiaoyi persuaded, "We can use better methods. We can do better than them. And if you save him, he may continue to cheat people. So, just ignore him, okay?"

"Excuse me." Inuyama Heita said disgustedly: "Please let me go and let me pass."

"What if I don't let go? Mr. Heita, society is not black and white. It's such a waste to leave so many resources unused. Instead of giving them to others, it's better to keep them in our own hands. In this way, we can also do it according to our own ideas and make it beneficial to society. It's a win-win situation." Qian Xiaoyi's expression turned cold: "This is good for both of us! I understand that you don't want to be a member of an evil organization, but can you tell me why you want to save Harada? Don't tell me you are the kind of gentle high school student protagonist in the comics that everyone wants to save. This guy is not a good person. I have planned for so long, and all the arrangements are for this moment. I can't let you ruin my good things!"

"I know he is guilty and should be punished." Inuyama Heita replied, "But I cannot accept his death in such a ridiculous way by a ghost! And... I also cannot accept Mr. Qian like this... I have a question, please answer it for me."

Qian Xiaoyi frowned and looked at him: "Ask."

Inuyama Heita asked: "When we first met, you saved me and gave me a half-price bento. Was that your plan at that time?"

Qian Xiaoyi said: "I'm not a god, how can I predict so far ahead? I'm just helping you."

"Really?" Inuyama Heita nodded: "Thank you."

Suddenly, Inuyama Heita punched Qian Xiaoyi in the face, causing him to stagger. Inuyama Heita took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, turned around, and ran towards Harada Taro with two pieces of rulers in his hand with determination.

"Damn... You're so cruel, you little brat." Qian Xiaoyi murmured, covering his sore nose.

Inuyama Heita took out a plastic bag from his pocket, tore it into strips, and quickly tied it to the broken part of the ruler, thus completing a simple repair. He waved the ruler to drive away the little ghosts. The little ghosts felt the threat of the ruler, gave up attacking Harada Taro, and scattered to the side. Inuyama Heita took the opportunity to stand in front of Harada Taro, staring at these little things in panic.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Matsui's little ghost seemed to be more courageous. It opened its mouth and rushed straight to Inuyama Heita's face like a ferocious rat. Inuyama Heita screamed and subconsciously hit the little ghost with the ruler in his hand. In the end, it hit the little ghost, and it retreated in fear as if it had touched a red-hot iron. However, the plastic bag was not a good material for repairing magic weapons. With just a wave of the hand, the half of the ruler that was not tied flew far away, and the warm feeling in the hand disappeared again.

"Ah!" The little ghosts seemed to understand that Inuyama Heita had no one to rely on, and they crawled towards Harada behind him again. At this time, Harada had fallen into a semi-comatose state, with a painful expression and muttering meaningless words.

"Go away! Don't come over here!" Inuyama Heita stretched out his hand to push these little ghosts away, but his hand went through their bodies, as if he had been stirred into cold muddy water. He could feel the touch but couldn't stop them. Instead, Inuyama Heita himself felt very uncomfortable, as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

Qian Xiaoyi said from a distance: "Hey, Heitaro, your connection with them is too weak, you can't affect them. If you continue to contact them like this, you will only get sick. Anyway, you can't save Harada, so let go. After the matter is completed, I will make you the Holy Son of the Lucky Mutual Aid Society, how about it?"

Inuyama Heita turned a deaf ear to them. Seeing that these little devils ignored him, he ran to the side, picked up the other half of the ruler and tried to put it together. But this time, even if the ruler was put together, there was no warm current. It was obvious that this thing was completely broken.

"Damn it!" Inuyama Heita was very anxious, but he had no other choice but to watch Harada Taro's breath getting weaker and weaker...

boom!
"Police! Don't move!" Suddenly, the door of the venue was kicked open, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit walked in aggressively with several police officers. Suzuki, who had just run out, was behind them, and seemed to be leading them.

As the sealed door of the venue was opened, a gust of wind was brought in, blowing away the thin smoke surrounding the stage. Inuyama Heita only felt the fresh air blowing on his face, making him feel much more comfortable and changing the atmosphere in the venue. Inuyama Heita was surprised to find that the little ghosts actually disappeared along with the wind and the smoke, leaving only Harada Taro lying there groaning.

"What's going on? Why is it so dark in there? Why don't you turn on the lights?" said the middle-aged policeman, and pressed the switch button beside the door. The venue suddenly became bright again. There were no longer only lights near the stage. The depressing atmosphere in the venue changed.

"Police?! Why are the police here?" Hongo became a little nervous when he saw the police.

The middle-aged policeman looked around and showed his ID. He said loudly, "I am Yusuke Sae, the patrol chief of the ninth department of the violent criminal investigation section of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. We have received a report that a religious group called the Lucky Mutual Aid Society is suspected of illegal corpse trading. Please cooperate with the investigation. Since you are all here, please come with us... Hmm? You should be Mr. Qian."

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Yes, it was me. I called the police."

Zuo Jiang nodded and said, "Thank you for the report, but I'll have to trouble you to go to the police station to make a statement and be questioned later."

"It's my duty." Qian Xiaoyi said.

Everyone else was stunned at this moment, and Inuyama Heita's mind was blank, not knowing what was going on.

"Where is the patient? Who called the ambulance?" At this time, several medical staff carrying a stretcher ran in from outside the door. Everyone then remembered that Taro Harada was still lying on the ground twitching, and there was chaos again.

Inuyama Heita cautiously walked up to Qian Xiaoyi and asked, "Mr. Qian...what's going on?"

"I told you, I've already arranged it." Qian Xiaoyi smiled and patted Inuyama Heita's shoulder, saying, "By the way, congratulations, Heitaro?"

"Ah? Congratulations on what?"

Qian Xiaoyi said: "Of course, congratulations on passing the entry test. From now on, you are a formal employee of Lingkong Office."

Inuyama Heita was a little confused: "Wait a minute? Mr. Qian, could it be that... all the things you said before were tests?"

"Why call me Mr. Qian?" Qian Xiaoyi said proudly, "Call me Brother Yi!"

"...Brother Yi."

(End of this chapter)