Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 247 Shifting the Blame Eastward (Part Two)

Ten years ago, Toru Moriyama was a rising star in the local public prosecutor's office.

He was young, upright, and full of ideals. He firmly believed that the law was the last bastion of justice and that he could bring about better changes for the country.

His wife is gentle and kind, and his daughter is intelligent and clever; she is the warmest harbor in his weary life.

They lived in a small apartment, and the windowsill was filled with sunflowers that Eri carefully tended, representing their hopes for the future.

All the good things came to an abrupt end when he began investigating the bribery case of the powerful politician, Goro Onuki.

Moriyama Tetsu possessed irrefutable evidence enough to uproot Oonuki and the black money network behind him; however, he underestimated the despicable nature and power of his adversary.

Overnight, he went from a promising prosecutor to a prisoner accused of accepting bribes and leaking secrets.

The fabricated evidence was flawless, and his former comrades-in-arms fell silent in fear, even his mentor chose to protect himself.

The cold iron bars blocked out the sunlight, and even more so, blocked out hope.

What drove him to despair even more than his imprisonment was the news of his wife Eri's death.

Police reports state that she committed suicide because she could not bear the blow of her husband's imprisonment, leaving behind a vague suicide note.

But Moriyama Tetsu knew that wasn't true.

Eri loves life so much and is so strong, she would never abandon him and leave alone!
That was to silence him; it was a heinous crime committed by those scumbags to shut him up completely!

Boundless hatred, like venom, instantly eroded his withered heart, but he was helpless. Anger, despair, powerlessness... these emotions gnawed at him day and night.

Not long after, during a routine medical check-up in prison, he was diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, and the footsteps of death were clearly audible in his ears.

The law abandoned him, his body betrayed him, and even the chance for revenge seemed to have been taken away from him.

On the day of his release from prison, he was emaciated, as if he had just crawled back from hell to the human world.

He couldn't wait to return to his former home, hoping to find his daughter.

But the house was empty. When he finally managed to find news of his daughter, the truth he learned dealt him a devastating blow.
The world has changed beyond recognition, justice is nowhere to be found, and he doesn't even know where his daughter's body is buried.

Moriyama Tetsu, dragging his ailing body, wandered in the shadows of the city like a walking corpse, until he unexpectedly encountered his old classmate from university in a corner of the city, and also came across that strange string of prayer beads—the "Cancer Prayer Beads".

The classmate heard about his ordeal and gave him this string of beads.

My classmate said it was unearthed from the site of an abandoned military research institute during World War II. It was supposedly an item carried by the body recovery team members back then, and it was full of ominous connotations.

The beads themselves are made from wood that has absorbed the remains of the dead, and their surface is engraved with indistinct Sanskrit characters, radiating a chilling aura.

Moriyama Tetsu, who was on the verge of death due to various blows, almost immediately sensed the immense resentment contained in the prayer beads. Feeling that mysterious attraction, he accepted them despite having nothing else to his name.

When he returned to his humble abode, and the pain in his body surged back like a tidal wave, he unintentionally poured his overwhelming hatred for Councilor Daguan, for those who framed him, and for the unjust world into his prayer beads.

Then, a miracle happened.

The pain that had been so intense that it had caused him to spasm and convulse subsided briefly, as if absorbed and suppressed by some force. In its place, a cold but powerful sensation flowed through his withered body.

Moriyama Tetsu discovered that as long as he poured his deep-seated hatred for his enemy into his body, he could temporarily suppress the excruciating pain caused by the cancer cells.

But this is not a cure; it's more like a desperate attempt to achieve a balance.

The true power of this bead only manifests after he finds his enemy and carries out his "judgment".

Looking at Onuki Goro lying in front of him, his face filled with terror and despair, and feeling the overwhelming hatred that had been activated and was about to dissipate, Moriyama Tetsu picked up the bare bracelet and crushed another bead.

Click...

The bone seal on the surface of the bead shattered instantly, and the resentment sealed within burst forth like a beast breaking free of its cage, carrying decades of accumulated malice.

But this resentment did not dissipate; instead, it surged into Moriyama Tetsu's body in an instant, resonating intensely with his own pain and his overwhelming hatred.

"Well!!!"

Moriyama Tetsu couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

Gaining this power is absolutely uncomfortable; it is a painful transformation, but also an explosion of burning life.

The ever-increasing power did not prolong his life; instead, it caused his physical condition to deteriorate rapidly.

The cancer in his body did not disappear; instead, it transformed into pure destructive power in a more violent way.

Moriyama Tetsu's skin instantly lost its color, becoming cracked like dry clay, as if it were about to completely collapse at any moment.

But beneath this crumbling body, his strength, speed, and reaction abilities continued to surge to inhuman levels.

Moriyama Tetsu knew very well the power within him. It was a power that no human should possess; it was a brief but deadly demonic power born from the combination of endless resentment and curses with the obsession of the dying.

Every time he used it, he could feel his body collapsing at an accelerated rate, pushing him to the brink of death.

But so what!

Moriyama Tetsu knew very well that he had not been misled in any way; he had acted voluntarily, exchanging his life and reason for the power to unleash the blade of punishment upon his enemy.

She stood up shakily and looked down at the prayer beads in her hand.

Now, he has personally killed most of his enemies, and only the last two beads remain of the once complete rosary.

One of the beads, like the others, seals away the power of resentment, waiting to be sacrificed for his revenge.

The last and most special one has a warm and smooth feel, which is completely different from the coldness of the other beads.

Moriyama Tetsu didn't know why this bead was so different from others, but this special bead did indeed become his final lock.

Whenever the power of resentment within him was about to devour his will and turn him into a monster who only knew how to kill, the faint warmth emanating from this bead would pull him back from the brink of madness.

That familiar feeling would always unconsciously remind him of his wife, so much so that Moriyama Tetsu unknowingly regarded this bead as the last anchor of his humanity, and the only treasure he could not and was unwilling to give up on this path of carnage.

Feeling the surging power within him, Moriyama Tetsu raised his head and looked out the window at the night sky stained with neon lights.

The rain fell silently, washing away the city's sins. His gaze was firm as he gripped the broken rosary with only two beads remaining.

The next and final target: Judge Owada!
The judge who betrayed his conscience and sent him to hell was also the teacher he once trusted most.

Compared to Congressman Onuki, who was his enemy, this traitor, whom he had once considered a comrade-in-arms but who had betrayed him, angered him even more.

"I don't have much time..."

Moriyama Tetsu could clearly feel the growth of cancer cells in his body and the loss of his vitality and sanity. He had to complete his final revenge before he completely collapsed.

It was for his wife and daughter, and for all the justice that had been trampled upon. "Owada... I've come to find you..."

A hoarse voice rang out, carrying an undeniable killing intent and determination, completely blending into the cold, rainy night.

Moriyama Tetsu's hunched figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the alley, leaving behind only a faint, eerie aura in the air and the alleyway, which resembled a battlefield splattered with blood.

……

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"He's moving very fast, but I guess he's already reached his limit."

Standing before the blood-soaked alley, Teru Yokota couldn't help but sigh.

Although Yang Liu and Sasaki Reiko didn't obtain any useful information, finding a serial killer with a specific target in modern society is still quite simple.

Especially when their lives were threatened, the officials of Saijo City acted with great efficiency, and within a few days they presented Yokota Teru with information about Moriyama Tetsu.

With no reason left to conduct investigations outside, the junior priest of Sumiyoshi Shrine had no choice but to end his brief "vacation" and return to continue assisting.

However, with this period of time spent accumulating, Moriyama Tetsu's revenge is nearing its end.

Although many people on the list have not yet been dealt with, the main culprits have been almost completely eliminated.

"Right now... the most important guy should be this one. A former judge? What an ironic position."

Yokota Teru shook his head at the horrific scene before him. Judging from this, the other side's rationality was probably on the verge of collapse, and the patience of the other officials in the city had reached its limit. Next time, it would be his turn to take action...

Just as he was about to leave, a staff member rushed over nervously and handed him a document.

"what?!"

Yokota Teru glanced down twice and his expression changed drastically. He glared angrily at the staff member in front of him, his powerful presence making the other person tremble like a leaf.

"How dare you bastards do this?!"

Seeing that the staff member was trembling and unable to speak, Yokota Teru ignored him and immediately picked up his phone to send a message to Uga Shouji and Yang Liu via LINE.

"Teru Yokota: These bastards led Tetsu Moriyama to Fukuoka! Stop him!"

"Yang Liu: Led to Fukuoka? How did you lure them here?"

"Yokota Teru: Someone provided him with some information, letting him know about the god-making plan from back then, and then sent the last key figure he wanted revenge against to Fukuoka! I'm going back immediately to stop him as much as possible!"

"Willow Branch: Shifting the blame? But surely Moriyama Tetsu's power isn't enough to make you take it this seriously?"

"Teru Yokota: When those bastards provided him with information, they also gave him a sanctuary. It was the place where the last guy he wanted to take revenge on had worked."

"Teru Yokota: Most importantly, what was once hidden beneath that place!"

During the conversation, Teru Yokota sent over a set of coordinates.

Willow: Is there something wrong with this place?

"Shoji Uga: I know that. Before it was converted into a courthouse, it was a wartime storage warehouse. As far as I know, there are some unused 'weapons' left underneath."

Yang Liu: What weapon?

"Teru Yokota: Poison Gas Bomb!"

"Willow Branch: Blanch!"

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As night deepened, the cold rain relentlessly washed over the abandoned Fukuoka District Court building.

This building, which once symbolized majesty and justice, is now nothing but a mottled exterior and broken windows, groaning in the wind and rain.

A dark figure moved with ghostly speed, carrying a violently struggling body, and slammed open the heavy side door of the courthouse.

It's Moriyama Tetsu.

His remaining rationality told him that the final trial had to be carried out quickly.

The person he was holding firmly in his grasp was none other than the former judge, now a bloated and bloated legal advisor—Nobuo Owada.

"Let me go! Moriyama! You're insane! What do you want? Money? I can give you that! Lots of it!"

Owada screamed in terror, his obese body writhing futilely in Moriyama Tetsu's steely arms.

Ten years of pampered life had long since extinguished the last shred of courage in him.

Moriyama Tetsu ignored him and dragged him straight toward the stairs leading to the basement.

His steps faltered, each heartbeat accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain. Fine, crack-like lines began to appear on the scarred skin of his neck, but the hatred in his eyes burned brighter than ever before.

"Money?" Moriyama Tetsu's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. "Do you think that everything I've endured can be measured in money?"

The basement door was kicked open, and a nauseating smell of musty, dusty, and pungent chemicals hit the air.

It was even darker and damper here than above, with water stains and mold on the walls, and the air was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

"Where...where is this place?" Owada's voice was choked with sobs.

"Ha! My teacher, have you already forgotten? Isn't this the place where you made your fortune?!"

"cocoa……"

As a former judge, he was unaware that such a place existed in the courthouse, and the incomprehensible fear nearly paralyzed Ōwada.

Moriyama Tetsu roughly threw him to the ground, his gaze sweeping over the forgotten space. This was no ordinary archive or storage room. In the corner lay piles of rusty metal barrels, their skull and crossbones symbols and the word "poison" long since faded. Even more shocking was the wall covered in old newspapers!
Those yellowed papers contained shocking headlines:
"Is the mass poisoning incident at the XX factory suspected to be an accident?"

"Port worker dies under mysterious circumstances; family questions military experimentation..."

"An unexplained outbreak of plague has occurred in the factory area; officials say it's a hygiene issue..."

The time span is concentrated in the more than ten years following the collapse of Japan's bubble economy.

Below each report, the names and dates were scrawled in red ink, next to the internal military document number.

These are all unjust and tragic cases that were hastily concluded back then, but are actually full of doubts!
(End of this chapter)