Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 74 Stubborn

(This chapter is necessary for the sake of what happens next; if you don't like it, just move on to chapter 76.)
Standing behind the counter, Jia Yezi remarked on how many customers were at the bookstore today, but the subtle glances they cast made her very uncomfortable.

Where is Kasyapa? What is he doing now?
Shopping? Taking photos? Or did you go home to see your friend Fujiang?
Does Fujiang like the amulet I made for her?
If she liked it, why didn't she show any expression when she accepted it?
If she didn't like it, why would she accept it?
really want to know
I miss you so much, Kasyapa-kun
Recalling the hug she received before parting that morning, Jia Yezi couldn't help but lower her head and reveal a shy, happy smile.

jingle.

"Welcome Light"

Subconsciously uttering a greeting, Jia Yezi looked up at the person who had arrived.

These two guests are strange, wearing coats and masks even in the summer. Are they sick?
Hello, how can I help you?

Before she could finish speaking, two men in black nimbly flipped over the counter and held a knife to her neck, while another man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the other people in the store, gesturing for them to be quiet.

Several boys who had a crush on Jia Yezi and wanted to stop her saw the dark muzzle of the gun in the man in black's hand and obediently squatted down at his instruction.

Seeing that the riot was under control, the man in black with the gun gestured to his accomplices behind him, signaling them to quickly lead their men away.

After waiting for a while without any response, the displeased man in black with a gun turned around and saw a tall and imposing figure standing next to Jia Yezi, whose eyes were filled with fear.

Instinctively, he wanted to turn the gun and fire, but before he could turn halfway, a hand the size of his head slapped him like a cap, sending him flying.

Wow!

Yoshimura Hanako carried another man in black, whom she had knocked unconscious, outside like a chick. The man in black, who was holding a gun, trembled as he got up from the shards of glass on the ground.

As Yoshimura Hanako slowly approached with a menacing air, amidst the shocked and bewildered gazes of the surrounding shop owners and pedestrians, he slowly drew a dagger from his lower back.

Then, the man in black shouted and rushed forward.

Bang!
The sound of skulls colliding rang out. Looking at the two people who had been knocked unconscious by her accomplice and were now lying on the ground in a coma, Yoshimura Hanako turned her head and looked towards the silver minivan at the alley entrance.

The ear-piercing sound of tires burning out filled the air, and under Yoshimura Hanako's watchful gaze, the silver minivan abandoned its companions like a stray dog.

Inside the bookstore, a still-shaken Jia Yezi stood timidly behind the counter, while Yoshimura Hanako approached the two unconscious people.

He snapped their arms with two sharp cracks, then went into the store, picked up the phone, and dialed Utakayo's number.

As the shutdown notification sound came, Yoshimura Hanako looked at Kayanoko.

"Do not leave the store without my permission."

"Eh?"

Then Yoshimura Hanako went to her usual corner, took down all the books, and pulled out a pair of black brass knuckles, putting them on her fists.

*****
In the airtight basement, the door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a mask walked in, accompanied by several henchmen.

He looked at Uta Kasyapa, who was tied to an iron table, unconscious, his head drooping to the side.

I glanced at the table next to me, which was covered with all sorts of tools.

"for how long?"

"The sooner the better."

"Trouble. The truth serum won't arrive until tomorrow morning at the earliest, so we'll have to start with this makeshift method for now."

Upon receiving the instruction, the middle-aged man sighed, then took the hammer, squatted down in front of Uta Kasyapa, and took out the revival agent from his pocket, waving it in front of his nose.

Dizzy and disoriented, Uta Kassapa struggled to open his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. Before he could speak, the middle-aged man nodded and suddenly raised his hand and slammed it down.

"Well!!!"

The intense pain from his shattered finger caused Uta Kasyapa to open his eyes wide in agony and let out a muffled groan.

"Awakening successful. Now, I'll ask you a question."

The middle-aged man gazed at Uta Kasaya, whose face was pale with pain, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and her body trembling uncontrollably. "Kawakami Fukie, Kawamata Kayano, you know them, right?"

Upon hearing the middle-aged man mention the names Fukie and Kayanoko, Uta Kasaya's pupils dilated.

"It's good that you know them. So, could you tell me about the so-called evil spirit that's responsible for protecting them? An evil spirit? Does such a thing really exist? What a strange request."

As the interrogator continued his monologue, Uta Kasyapa asked, trembling.

"Who are you?"

As Uta Kasyapa asked with trembling voices, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly.

"Young man, how can you waste our precious time?"

Bang!
"what!!!"

A piercing scream escaped from Uta Kasyapa's mouth. Watching Uta Kasyapa's body arch up like a shrimp, his neck veins bulging from the excruciating pain, the torturer held a hammer and waited patiently with his arms crossed.

On the other side, Fukie sat calmly in Uta Kasaya's house, while Kayashi sat on the sofa next to her with her hands clenched and her eyes red and swollen.

On the coffee table are the things that Uta Kasyapa bought before he was kidnapped.

Looking at the lace lingerie set in her size in the bag, the gifts specially for her grandmother and Jia Yezi, and the little dress that Xiao Fujiang, who was hiding in the back of the corridor with an expression as terrifying as her own, had bought.

That idiot wants to try officially uniting with me tonight, right?
Kiwa Arima and the Osaka Prefectural Police Superintendent stood in the back corner of the living room, while Higa Haruko and Inoue Izumi sat on the sofas on either side.

"Fujiang, Jia Yezi, our Exorcist Association is deeply concerned about this matter."

Before Higa Haruko could finish speaking, Fukie abruptly raised her hand to interrupt, her eyes dark as she looked at Inoue Izumi.

"Tomorrow, at the latest tomorrow morning, I must see Kasyapa."

Seeing Fukie's expression, Inoue Izumi sighed inwardly.

"The arrangements have already been made, and there will definitely be results."

After speaking to Inoue Izumi, Fukie turned to look at Higa Haruko and spoke indifferently.

"If something happens to Kasyapa, your exorcist association can pray."

After saying this, Fujiang pulled the bewildered Jia Yezi upstairs.

Watching Fukie turn and leave after speaking softly, what should have been a threat vented in the heat of the moment somehow set off alarm bells in Higa Haruko's heart.

"Mr. Inoue, are you acquainted with Ms. Fukie?"

Inoue Izumi glanced at Higa Haruko and said something completely irrelevant.

"I need to hurry up, I want to have a peaceful old age."

Without waiting for Haruko Higa's reaction, Inoue Izumi got up and walked outside.

Outside the house, the core members of the Inoue family, led by Inoue nosuke, were all gathered there. The row of luxury cars left the surrounding police officers bewildered.

"Gentlemen, let's not worry about the consequences. While we still have time, let's use every means at our disposal."

"Hi!"

Unlike other members of the clan, Inoue Nosuke, one of only two people in the Inoue family headquarters who knew about Fukue's terrifying methods, looked at his father with shock and confusion.

"Is it really necessary to be like this?"

Inoue Izumi sighed.

"go a head."

(End of this chapter)