The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 838 The Beginning of the War (17)

"I saw it..." Miwa's eyes suddenly returned to normal. She took a step back, sweat on her forehead, and looked in the direction of Shichijo Hiroshi in disbelief.

Terao Yu turned on the light, and Nanajo Masato asked with concern: "What did you see?"

Wei Bo took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then he told what he saw: "I saw it. On both shoulders of President Shichijo, there was a human head. They were chattering into President Shichijo's ear without stopping for a moment. But I couldn't hear what they were saying."

Terao Yu was a little surprised: "Is this true? Why can't we see those things? I am also a psychic?"

Miba shook her head: "That is not a ghost or a spirit, but something that exists in the heart of President Shichijo. Maybe only he can see it, but for some reason, he turns a blind eye to those things."

Nanajo Masato's eyes lit up: "It was Xiao Yi's trick! He told me that in order to prevent Jingde from being killed directly, he set up a safety that would prevent the weakened Jingde from continuing to control my grandfather. Now it seems that this safety has worked."

Wei Bo suddenly realized: "So, one of the heads is Jingde, and the other one is what Mr. Qian set up."

Terao Yu sighed: "It sounds like angels and demons are buzzing in my ears. I wonder how this old man can eat so deliciously."

As he said this, he stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth. He had been stealing food on the table since just now and had never stopped.

Nanajo was a little worried: "In that case, doesn't that mean that the evil spirit in my grandfather's body... is called Jingde, right? He still exists in my grandfather's body? Is there any way to get rid of it?"

Terao Yu replied: "According to Mr. Qian, if nothing unexpected happens, he will slowly dissipate even if we leave him alone."

"But, as expected, the accident happened." Nanajo Masato said, "We now know that Jingde did not disappear, but went into hiding, so he must have controlled Grandpa's body before he went into hiding and arranged some things through him, including the actions of the Hope Cult. No matter what the Hope Cult wants to do, we must stop them and prevent Jingde from making a comeback."

"The Aquarius Festival in a month?" Nanajo pondered for a moment, then nodded: "I understand. I will try my best to get the publicity department to cooperate with your actions, but the situation in the foundation is very complicated. Even I will encounter many obstacles, so we can't just rely on this side. We must find some solid evidence to quickly arouse public discussion about the Hope Church in a short period of time."

"As for the evidence, we have already prepared it." Nanajo Masato smiled. "During this period of time, I have not done nothing. I have already contacted dozens of victims of the Hope Cult who are willing to testify, as well as evidence that the Hope Cult instigated its members to commit crimes! Now we are just waiting for an opportunity to expose them."

Nanajo looked at his younger brother and said with some emotion: "You have really grown up, Masato... Without further ado, take me to the company. Seeing you like this, I, as the eldest brother, cannot be underestimated."

Nanajo Masato pushed his wheelchair and asked, "Are you alright? You just got home. Do you need to rest for a while?"

"I've been lying in bed for a long enough time." Nanajo shook her head. "What I want to do most now is to find some work that will make me tired enough to fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes. Otherwise, I'll just have nightmares when I lie in bed. Don't say any more. Send me to the company. I need to understand the current situation inside the company as soon as possible. One month is still a little short. There's no time to waste."

"I understand." Nanajo Masato nodded: "Then let's go."

"Grandpa, we're leaving." Nanajo said, but Nanajo Hiroshi ignored them and just sipped the wine in the glass leisurely. Nanajo Hiroshi had professional medical staff to take care of him, so they didn't have to worry about anything. They hurriedly left the Nanajo mansion.

A few days later, a discussion trend about the Church of Hope emerged on the Internet, and the words "Church of Hope" and "bottle" began to appear frequently in people's field of vision.

At first, someone just posted a complaint that his family spent a lot of money to buy a porcelain vase of unknown use for worship. Then some netizens found that the porcelain vase looked familiar and they had one in their own home.

After careful questioning and investigation, the man discovered that his wife had also spent a lot of money to buy the bottle, which almost used up all their family savings!
This immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

As these posts spread, many people came forward and said that they had also seen this kind of bottle, or that someone in their family believed in it. Then netizens followed the clues and naturally brought out the name of the Hope Church.

If you don't check, you won't know. Everyone was surprised to find that the Church of Hope had infiltrated them at some point. So the victims told their stories and experiences one after another, and more and more people joined in. The reputation of the "Church of Hope" began to ferment on the Internet.

Then, another big news broke out on the Internet. A murderer who had killed his wife and fled was eventually found to have appeared in a gathering of the Church of Hope! Coincidentally, in addition to him, several other people who appeared in the gathering, after deep digging by netizens, found that their family members had died unexpectedly.

Others who know them revealed that these people's families have more or less abnormal tendencies. After their relatives died unexpectedly, they suddenly became unusually cheerful and relaxed, and their happy expressions could not be hidden at all.

So many coincidences come together, which makes people think carefully: Are those accidents really accidents?

Originally, these discussions were like many urban legends. There was no evidence at all. Most of them were just the posters scaring themselves. They would disappear after being popular for a while. But at this time, more victims of the Hope Church stood up, stood in front of the camera, and accused the Hope Church on TV of how much disaster it had brought to them.

Qian Xiaoyi sat on the sofa, with Okubo Kenjiro sitting next to him. The TV in front of them was showing a reporter interviewing a victim of a religious incident:

"Those bastards are simply a cult!" The victims held up signs and shouted angrily: "Not only did they cheat us of all our money, they also wanted us to hurt the people around us!"

"My child! I haven't seen him since I sent him to the Church of Hope!" A woman screamed hysterically at the camera: "Give my child back to me! I know he is in your hands! Give me back my child!"

"My house! They stole my house! I have no choice but to wander the streets!" A dirty middle-aged man was also very excited.

"The Hope Cult wants me to kill my sick wife!" shouted a frail old man wearing glasses.

These people gathered together and denounced what the Hope Church had done.

(End of this chapter)