Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 79 The Fury Never Dies
Half an hour later, as the darkness faded.

Fujang, who had just grabbed a blood-stained robe and put it on to cover the bullet holes in her own clothes, walked out of the door expressionlessly.

"Fujiang."

Higa Haruko, who was waiting not far away, called out with a complicated expression. Fukie glanced at her indifferently and then looked at Inoue Izumi.

"It's very troublesome inside."

In response, Inoue Izumi glanced at Asahi Toshifuku and Hika Haruko beside him.

"It's all arranged. Lady Haruko from the Mysterious Side will give her endorsement. The Metropolitan Police Department will release a report tomorrow. They've also uncovered a series of evidence that the Truth Cult is involved in arms dealing, and there are corresponding measures in place."

Fu Jiang nodded. Every operation that caused a sensation in Osaka must have a reason and an interest, and taking down such a large criminal gang as the Truth Cult was a merit that everyone should share.

"You handle the situation on site."

After saying that, Fujang sat in the car that was already waiting beside her and headed straight to the hospital where Uta Kasyapa was.

In the car, Fujang looked at her fingers, feeling somewhat melancholy.

I recall those clones that grew directly from other people's bodies.

Kasyapa, I'm becoming less and less like a human being.
Inside the Truth Building, even the well-traveled Asahi Toshifuku emerged pale-faced after witnessing the scene.

"How should this report be written?"

Recalling the scene inside, which resembled a horror movie, with limbs and pieces of flesh scattered everywhere, and the possibility of accidentally stepping on flesh and blood, Asahi Junfu's lips twitched.

“It was all caused by vengeful ghosts and bone spirits. You write the report, and I'll sign it.”

After saying this, Haruko Higa casually stubbed out her cigarette and walked towards her car.

"Then, I'll leave it to the Inspector General tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Tomorrow Junfu gave a wry smile and nodded.

"Take care, Mr. Inoue."

After saying that, Asahi Junboku turned around and glanced at the Truth Building behind him.

Nearly five hundred rifles and a considerable amount of ammunition in one basement—this is truly an unimaginable feat for the Truth Cult.

Thinking of this, and in order to better suppress the various secrets surrounding this incident, Toshifuku Asahi smiled and got up to find the person in charge of the Self-Defense Forces in this matter.

In the hospital, a physically and mentally exhausted Fujang walked into the ward.

Because of staying up late and crying, Jia Yezi's eyes were purple and swollen. She was sitting by the bed, silently watching over Utakayo.

"Go and rest."

Hearing the sound, Jia Yezi turned around and looked at Fu Jiang, staring at the bloodstains on her body.

"Fujiang, are you...are you alright?"

As she spoke, Jia Yezi started crying helplessly again.

Seeing this, Fu Jiang sighed, stepped forward, and reached out to wipe away her tears.

"If you keep crying, you'll go blind. Go to sleep, I'm sleepy too. You'll have to take over for me when you wake up."

Upon hearing this, Jia Yezi wiped away her tears, sniffed, nodded, and then lay down on the sofa next to her and closed her eyes.

However, Fujang looked at her fist clenched tightly in front of her chest with a helpless expression.

How can you sleep like that?
Sitting on the edge of the sofa, Fujang gently stroked her hair, and tears once again silently slid down Jia Yezi's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry... I... I'm useless."

Fu Jiang gently stroked her chubby, adorable cheeks, which had become a little plump from consuming enough energy during this period, and whispered words of comfort.

“Everyone has a purpose. Your role in this incident is to protect Kasyapa. I wouldn’t dare leave without you.”

Jia Yezi opened her eyes with teary eyes and looked at Fu Jiang, who pinched her cheek.

"Go to sleep. I'll wake you up in four hours. I'm tired too."

With Fujang's commands and caresses, Jia Yezi's breathing gradually became steady.

Looking at Jia Yezi's sleeping face, Fu Jiang couldn't help but recall the scene inside the Truth Building, where Jia Yezi's eyes were filled with pain and despair, her expression twisted with the urge to destroy everything.

In a daze, she seemed to understand something. "It's not that Ju-on is powerful, but rather that 'she' herself is incredibly powerful?"

Lost in thought, Fujang unconsciously closed her eyes while sitting there.

When she woke up again, Jia Yezi timidly poked her shoulder to wake her up.

"Fujiang, I'm...I'm sorry...I overslept."

Fu Jiang twisted her stiff body and looked out the window at the darkening sky.

"It's not your fault. Have you eaten?"

Jia Yezi nodded and shook her head. She was very hungry, extremely hungry, but upon seeing Jia Yejun's miserable state, she lost all appetite.

Fu Jiang got up and went outside, calling the Inoue family's bodyguards to prepare dinner.

"We're being transferred to another hospital soon, do you want to go home and get some clothes?"

Jia Yezi looked at her blankly after hearing this.

"Transfer?"

"Yes, the technology here isn't very good; we need to go somewhere else."

Only his own cells could restore Kasyapa to health, but...
After excessive cell injection, the possibility of her and Kasyapa having a child would be even slimmer.

He glanced at Jia Yezi with a complicated expression.

In order to restore Kasyapa to normal, he had no choice but to inject his own cells into him again.
From now on, our family will have to rely on you.
*****
More than half an hour later, as dinner was delivered, the private medical team arranged by Inoue Izumi entered the ward and carefully transferred Uta Kasyapa.

Deep within the Inoue family mansion, in a luxurious courtyard that stands apart from the surrounding buildings.

Looking at the respectful servants around her, Jia Yezi nervously followed behind Fu Jiang with her head down.

"Miss Fujiang, Miss Jiayezi, please change into slippers."

"I'll do it myself."

Refusing the maid's service, Jia Yezi took her tense, clenched feet out of her shoes and carefully put on slippers.

"Fujiang, aren't we going to the hospital?"

"Currently, there is no better place for treatment than here."

Noticing Jia Yezi's unease, Fu Jiang offered words of comfort.

"Relax, this is our home too. Kasyapa and I are here. Don't be afraid."

Looking at Fu Jiang's comforting expression, Jia Yezi seemed to have found a pillar of support and nodded slightly.

After settling Jia Yezi in, Fu Jiang went to the room where Uta Kasyapa was.

The private doctor was examining his injuries, while Fujang stood to the side with his arms crossed, his fingers digging deeply into his arms.

"The situation is not optimistic. Even though the wound is healing, there is no sign of secondary regrowth of the missing tissue in Mr. Uta's body. It may be..."

Fu Jiang nodded, her eyes red, gesturing for the doctor to leave.

Then she sat on the edge of the bed and painfully stroked Uta Kasyapa's face.

"Idiot. You could have just said it. We wouldn't have blamed you if you had. Why are you insisting on this?"

Fu Jiang ran his fingers across his eyebrows and eyes, wiped away his tears, bit off his tongue, and then spat it out of his mouth.

So this is what it feels like.
Feeling the unbearable pain, Fukie looked at Uta Kasyapa with even more sorrow in her eyes.

She then bent down, pried open Uta Kasyapa's mouth, and poured her blood into it.

Later that evening, Fukie sat in the first-floor living room with an indifferent expression, looking at the list of members of the Church of Truth that Inoue Izumi had brought over.

"Isn't this going a bit too far?"

Fu Jiang carefully read through the documents in her hand, forcing herself to memorize all the names, without having any intention of explaining anything to Inoue Izumi.

Then Fu Jiang got up and went upstairs. Less than a minute later, two Fu Jiangs, dressed in different clothes, came downstairs.

Today's events are just the beginning; Fu Jiang has never said that her anger has subsided.

(End of this chapter)