A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

After listening to Ji Zuodao's theory of "cultivating health through evil practices," the group of people stood there dumbfounded, their expressions a fascinating mix of emotions.

Some were bewildered, some were shocked, some were angry, and a few had their mouths agape, so wide that a fist could fit inside, and couldn't close them for a long time.

The main problem is that Ji Zuodao, that bastard, spoke too confidently and matter-of-factly.

Good heavens, so the reason you Han people have enjoyed such a peaceful life all these years is because someone has been bearing the burden for you?

Listen to this: driving heretical practitioners to other people's homes—is this an idea that any human being could come up with?

No wonder! No wonder I keep hearing about the evil practices in Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar, and Cambodia. They're everywhere, like weeds that keep growing back after you cut them down. It turns out they're all mass-produced from the same source.

The big man is in charge of driving them away, while the evil cultivators run off on their own, wherever they go, they'll take root, grow stronger, and create new glories.

He used to wonder, "The Han Dynasty is such a big country, with so many Qi cultivators, there must be quite a few evil cultivators too, right?"

Why have I never heard of any large-scale disturbances caused by heretical cultivators within the territory of the Great Han?

It's not in the news, not on forums, not even in rumors.

He thought it was because the Great Han had done a good job in maintaining public order and because Bureau 749 had been efficient.

Now he understands: it's not that the neighborhood is safe, it's that people sweep their garbage right in front of their houses!

But the key point is that it's hard to say anything about the daily life here.

He couldn't afford to turn against the big man.

Putting aside the fact that the Great Han is powerful, they haven't even dealt with that evil god in their own country yet. How can they have the confidence to challenge the Great Han?

Besides, didn't you hear what Ji Zuodao said?

The big man was only responsible for chasing them away. Where those evil cultivators went, where they settled down, and where they grew stronger and created new glories were all up to them to choose.

It wasn't that the big man deliberately sent them to this place; they came here on their own. The big man was helpless, innocent, and a victim too.

What can ordinary people say? At most, they can only stand on their moral high ground and condemn it.

But looking at Ji Zuodao's smug expression, Yamamoto Ichiro seriously doubted whether this scoundrel had any morals at all.

When you talk to him about morality, he talks about national conditions; when you talk to him about responsibility, he talks about history; when you talk to him about international obligations, he talks about how those heretical cults "have a connection with your lives."

Either way, he's always right, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Seeing their expressions of utter dissatisfaction and inability to vomit, Ji Zuodao felt incredibly pleased.

One of his greatest pleasures is driving people crazy while leaving them helpless.

Especially when people are in a good mood, it's quite amusing when they get angry. Their facial expressions change like a magic face, turning green, white, and red in an instant—more exciting than watching Sichuan opera.

However, he also knew that just talking wasn't enough. After all, the other party had paid him. You can't really get the job done without spending a penny and just by talking, can you?

That's so unhygienic.

Although he lacks morality, he still has basic professional ethics.

Well, the main reason is that if he doesn't produce something truly impressive, he won't be able to explain things to his superiors, and his five-star ocean view suite and kaiseki cuisine might be ruined.

After eating and drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth, took a map out of the human skin bag, and spread it on the table.

That map was a topographical map of the whole country by Xiao Rizi. I don't know where he got it from, but it was marked in great detail, with mountains, rivers, cities and villages clearly marked.

He picked up a calligraphy brush from the table, dipped it in ink, and quickly drew a few circles on the map. Then he tossed the brush aside, leaned back in his chair, clapped his hands, and said with a relaxed expression:

"Alright, these are the places. Send people to investigate."

Yamamoto Ichiro and Sato leaned over to take a look. The map was marked with five or six circles, distributed across several prefectures and cities around Tokyo, some large and some small, some far and some near. It looked quite plausible.

"Mr. Ji, are you sure it's these places?" Yamamoto Ichiro asked hesitantly.

"It's pretty close to the truth."

Ji Zuodao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly,

"That group of evil cultivators uses the Five Elements alchemy method, which requires them to choose their targets according to the directions and times of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. I've calculated that, based on their progress and patterns, they'll most likely make their moves in these locations over the next few days. Send people to stake out these areas; you might be able to catch them."

Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the circles on the map with some skepticism, then looked up at Hime Sadao's nonchalant face, feeling somewhat unsure of what to do.

To be honest, he didn't really believe it.

You're a young man who just got off the plane, you haven't even been to the crime scene, you haven't even met a single eyewitness, yet you dare to assert that evil cultivators will appear somewhere just by flipping through some intelligence.

This is too frivolous!

Do you think you're a fortune teller? Or do you think you're possessed by Conan?

Ji Zuodao could tell at a glance that these people probably didn't believe him either.

But he didn't care.

Anyway, he didn't expect Xiao Rizi and his group to be able to catch that group of evil cultivators.

He had already checked the battle record of these officials before he arrived.

How to put it? It was a truly appalling sight.

The witch who used love to reform evil cultivators was a real eye-opener for him.

Ji Zuodao fell silent after reading the report.

He remained silent for a full ten seconds, and finally lectured Ji Zhengdao in a very serious tone:

"Brother, remember this: never tell anyone you're a heretical cultivator in your daily life. It's shameful."

"Why, bro?"

"Because the heretical practitioners have completely disgraced the word 'evil practitioner.' If you tell people you're an evil practitioner, they'll think you're one of those internet celebrities who issue warnings before killing someone, do live streams, and interact with fans. We can't afford to lose face like that."

After listening, Ji Zhengdao nodded thoughtfully, then took out his notebook and wrote something down: "Remember this, brother. Don't say you're an evil cultivator when you go out in the future, so people won't mistake you for a fellow cultivator from the Little Life Sect."

Far away.

In any case, Ji Zuodao was pessimistic about the professional competence of these lowly government officials.

With such limited skills, you think you can catch evil cultivators?

They might not even be able to reach a banana hanging from the roof beam.

The locals don't believe the area circled by Himezado either, especially Sato.

In his view, cracking down on heretical practitioners is a very serious matter.

It requires extensive investigation, analysis, and reasoning, and requires the integration of professional knowledge such as criminal psychology and behavioral pattern analysis. How could it be as simple as Ji Zuodao said, just drawing a few circles on a map and that's it?

He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calmer:

"Mr. Ji, you may not be aware of our situation. We have a very advanced AI prediction system that can accurately predict the movements of evil cultivators based on multi-dimensional parameters such as criminal psychology, human behavior pattern analysis, and geographic information data."

"This system was developed by our top-notch research team over several years, and it is at the forefront internationally..."

As he spoke, he took out a tablet computer, opened an app, and a map of Tokyo immediately appeared on the screen. The map had more than a dozen red markers, densely packed, looking like a rash.

"Look, these are the locations our AI system predicted the evil cultivators might appear in. Based on these predictions, we've deployed a large number of police officers and combat personnel to patrol and monitor the relevant areas. Although we haven't caught them yet, we just need to send people to stake out these locations, and we're sure we'll catch them!"

Ichiro Yamamoto nodded: "Okay, let's deploy according to the AI's predictions."

Then he turned to Ji Zuodao, a hint of apology on his face: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, we've decided to use the AI ​​system's predictions. We will take your suggestion into consideration."

Ji Zuodao leaned over to take a look at the result predicted by the AI, and then he was stunned.

He stood there stunned for a while, then silently turned his head to look out the window, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, before he managed to hold back his laughter.