Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Junji Itō's manga, Sword of the Resurrected, features a main character who is a resurrected man wielding a demonic sword. He can absorb the life force of humans and animals floating on the ground and store it within his body, then bestow it upon others through the demonic sword.

This necromancer, serving the politicians in power, casually granted a politician who had died of old age hundreds of years of life.

This wasn't the first time that resurrected soul had done something like this, nor was he the first resurrected soul.

How many such old fogies are there in Japanese politics? Amamiya Rin doesn't know.

All he knew was that an unfortunate end in life was a very common phenomenon for those in power.

Politicians who have lived from a hundred years ago to today are even less trustworthy.

The bacterial weapons in "Fish" might have been developed under their instructions.

"Don't you like being restricted?"

Inudou Ranko's tone became strange.

Who can live a life without being bound by rules and regulations? Even when working elsewhere, there are still rules and regulations to follow.

Amamiya Rin's answer was more of an excuse than a reason.

"Okay, one reason is that I don't want to be tied down, and another reason is that there's no future in it. If I haven't even gone to university, Officer Feng Hai's starting point is probably my ceiling."

Amamiya Rin found another reason.

Kazemi Junya is so young to be a police inspector. If nothing unexpected happens, he is probably a top student who graduated from the University of Tokyo and became a police inspector as soon as he joined the police force.

The so-called "gold watch gang" in Detective Conan are just like that; an ordinary policeman might only reach the level of Inspector Megure after a lifetime of hard work.

"If permitted, I would like to join the force after graduating from university. Until then... Inspector Inudo, I've heard that in cases of organized crime or terrorism investigations, the police can obtain intelligence support by signing confidentiality agreements with specific citizens under the Special Secrets Protection Act. Does the Police History Compilation Office have any positions available for assistants? If so, I would like to temporarily become an unofficial staff member."

Amamiya Rin came up with a way to save face for both sides.

A specific citizen assistant, similar to a police informant, just like Fumiichi Haba in the Detective Conan movie, Zero the Enforcer.

"Assistant? The Police History Compilation Office isn't the Criminal Investigation Department."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a few low, ambiguous laughs.

It's unclear whether Inudou Ranko believed Amamiya Rin's claim that he planned to take the job after graduation.

However, she accepted this explanation.

"However, it's not difficult to arrange an assistant position for you. Consider it as a way for you to get used to the work in the editorial office in advance."

"Thank you, Inspector Inudo."

Amamiya Rin was overjoyed and immediately thanked him.

With the official title of editorial office and the archives, his plans became much easier.

"No need to thank me," Inudou Ranko said lazily. "Being an assistant in the editorial department is not a good job. There is no status, no official position, no salary, only investigation incentive bonuses and deadly dangers. I don't think any other sucker would be willing to do it except you."

Amamiya Rin just smiled and didn't say anything.

After that, Inudou Ranko didn't say much more, saying that the procedures and agreements would take a few more days, and told Amamiya Rin to wait for notification before hanging up the phone.

Having successfully bypassed the intelligence hurdle, Amamiya Rin felt much more relaxed. She turned around, got out of bed, tidied her belongings, and left the hotel.

Having chosen a breakfast shop that served Chinese food, Amamiya Rin ordered a bowl of wonton noodles. Just as he picked up his chopsticks, a familiar figure appeared uninvited and sat down directly opposite him.

It's Tomie Kawakami.

Today she wore a beige knit sweater and a plaid skirt, her black hair cascading down her back, and her striking appearance drew frequent glances from diners at the next table.

Did disfiguring him break the curse of the apology demon?

Amamiya Rin was unsure, since the apology demon's attack was cognitive interference.

We can only observe for a few more days. If no one attacks Tomie and dismembers her after a few days, it means that ordinary disfigurement cannot refresh her status.

"Tch, how tasteless, eating such cheap, common food first thing in the morning."

Tomie Kawakami glanced at his simple bowl of noodles, making no attempt to hide her disdain.

"My wallet can't afford your caviar and foie gras."

Without looking up, Amamiya Rin slurped up a mouthful of noodles. As expected, the taste had been adapted for local tastes, but it was still palatable.

"Besides, can you really tell the difference between those high-end products and ordinary food? I certainly can't."

Amamiya Rin believed that Tomie wouldn't be able to tell the difference either; she liked caviar and foie gras simply because these two foods were expensive and well-known.

"Your poor taste is your problem!"

Tomie rested her chin on her hand, her slender fingers twirling a strand of hair, her red lips curving into a mocking smile.

"Only the finest cuisine is worthy of us; you should have upgraded your standards a long time ago."

"It's better to be more pragmatic."

Amamiya Rin put down his chopsticks, took out a bulging wallet from his backpack, and pushed it in front of Tomie.

Tomie opened her wallet and looked inside; it contained a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"This is all I can afford for living expenses, activity funds, and material costs."

The 150 million yen, besides the cost of materials for manufacturing weapons, was also for the living expenses of the dozens of newly added Tomie. They came naked and had no money on them. If Amamiya Rin didn't provide living expenses, who knows what they would do.

"Don't worry, the imposters have already been sent to the distillery and should arrive around this afternoon. Since they're using our products to make wine, they should be prepared for the victims to come knocking on their door."

Tomie Kawakami took the wallet without ceremony, a seductive yet dangerous smile curving her lips.

"The victim...who is the victim?"

Amamiya Rin rubbed her temples.

Is it Tomie, who was torn to pieces and fermented into sake?

Or was he driven mad by Tomie's charm and ultimately committed a horrific crime?

This is a completely murky and unsolvable situation.

"Don't be too harsh on us. Isn't it obvious who the victim is?"

Tomie Kawakami tapped the table, revealing a displeased expression.

"It's my fault, there's no need to hesitate. The victims are clearly the distillery owner and the innocent people who drank your beverages without knowing anything about them."

Amamiya Rin nodded and said in a deep voice.

"How could you say that? That's so unfair! Not only do you not protect the women you're close to, but you also pin the blame on a victim like me. *crying emoji*"

Tomie pretended to wipe away non-existent tears with her fingers, her tone affected and artificial.

(What are your plans regarding the distillery issue?)

Amamiya Rin didn't take the role at all, going straight to the point, his thoughts sinking into [Tomie Network], to explore Tomie and her group's plans.

However, it would have been better if they hadn't investigated. Once they did, Yu Gonglin's expression immediately stiffened.

(you……)

Amamiya Rin never expected that Kawakami Tomie would do such a thing.

Although unethical, it is efficient enough to easily solve the brewery's problems.