Tokyo Detective Chronicles

An incredible sight appeared in the spiritual vision that Miyazawa Rin and Kuroda Sousuke activated simultaneously.

In front of him, the carriage that had been destroyed and torn to pieces was now illuminated by white light, and a complete carriage was reconstructed in the illusion.

On the seat, a white-clad boy with a clear outline but a blurred face appeared, next to him was the silhouette of a mature woman in black.

Reproducing the colors of the world has its own unique significance.

White usually represents ordinary people or those who have just awakened their spiritual vision and do not possess special abilities, while black points to non-human beings such as spirits and monsters.

A psychic with stable abilities will display different colors depending on the characteristics of their power.

In the fictional world, the white-haired boy appears to be chatting casually with the black-haired woman, but unfortunately, in the observation mode, the specific content of their conversation cannot be heard.

Immediately afterwards, the white-clad boy stood up, and a sudden change occurred.

A black, monstrous phantom rushed into the carriage from behind Kuroda Sousuke, creating ripples on his body...

What happened next made even the well-informed Kuroda Sousuke raise an eyebrow slightly.

The boy's reaction was astonishingly fast. With his skillful dodging and maneuvering, his mastery of talismans, and the assistance of the black-clad woman, he killed the monster, which posed a threat level of two or higher, with relatively little difficulty...

He had seen newly awakened individuals kill monsters using tools before, and he could tell that the axe was a special weapon.

But what's with this exaggerated strength that's clearly out of proportion to his physique?

His movement speed, weapon usage skills, on-the-spot reactions, judgment of the situation, and even his coordination with the black shadow shikigami were all quite perfect.

He looks young, but he's surprisingly experienced...

And those talisman papers... why do they have so many functions?

Then, something even more surprising happened one after another.

The two watched as Fushimi Iori rescued two ordinary people in the recreated world and then used talismans to kill the remaining three monsters.

With a flash of white light from an explosion, the train carriage was completely destroyed, and the recreation ended.

Miyazawa Rin wiped the sweat from her brow and breathed a sigh of relief.

Kuroda Sousuke could tell that this unknown monster was clearly targeting the young man, but in terms of the process and the outcome...

He acted decisively, made correct judgments, and did almost everything he could to the best of his ability.

Four monsters of level two or higher...

In the Special Affairs Division's rating system, whether it's a monster, a spirit, or any other non-human special creature, they all share the same danger assessment system:

No harm, Level 3, Level 2, Level 1, Disaster level, Natural disaster level.

In such a catastrophic event, only one person was seriously injured…

Honestly, even among the special affairs officers who have undergone full training and have extensive operational experience, how many could actually do that?

This scale of combat is already a problem that requires the deployment of a formal field operations team to handle.

Even his most experienced specialists, could they do better under unprepared and limited circumstances?

After a moment, he shook his head helplessly.

not necessarily……

"Where are the cleaning staff?" Kuroda Sousuke finally threw away his cigarette butt and stubbed it out with the sole of his boot.

"Waiting at the final stop."

Miyazawa Rin took out her phone and her fingers flew across the screen.

"I heard they caught a new species, and they're all as excited as monkeys, practically ready to hold a seminar right there."

Kuroda Sousuke felt a throbbing pain in his temple and was somewhat uncertain about his future.

"Tell them to keep a close eye on things over there, or some kind of Frankenstein's monster will be created..."

The last time those guys in the cleaning department did an experiment, they came up with this weird stuff that corroded through three whole floors of the Special Affairs Department.

"It's all blown to pieces..."

Miyazawa Rin rolled her eyes.

"Please... Boss, this is not something a level two specialist like me can handle. Why don't you go talk to their supervisor yourself?"

Kuroda Sousuke was speechless and did not refute, but continued speaking.

"...Then have the information department check the nearby surveillance footage to find out who this person was, the more details the better."

"Alright, should we also write him a letter of commendation and give him a few Good Citizen badges?"

While texting, Miyazawa Rin casually asked:

"Thanks to that madman carrying highly dangerous explosives who rushed into the tram and protected the lives and property of the citizens through an explosion. So cool! So anti-heroic! He could be a main character in a cheesy superhero movie, ta-da!"

The man's forehead twitched: "Stop doing unnecessary things for me..."

"Oh……"

"The report is due tonight."

"Huh?!"

……

9:20 PM

The bathroom at the Fushimi residence.

Fushimi leaned against the bathroom wall, the cold water from the showerhead cascading over his head, washing away the small wounds on his body.

He had just taken the man with the missing arm to the nearest hospital and left after confirming that the doctor had taken over the case.

My injuries weren't serious, so there was no need to linger. I took a taxi home and thankfully, I didn't encounter any further accidents along the way.

As for Karin, due to excessive energy depletion, she has retreated into the depths of the shadows and fallen into a deep sleep, and will probably not wake up until tomorrow.

He kept reviewing everything that had happened that day in his mind.

The other party was after him, and made no attempt to conceal their murderous intent.

It was probably Hayakawa's mother, Hoshino, or the manipulator behind those four dark figures...

Fushimi learned through a text message from Chiho that her mother didn't stay long at home today, but instead took a flight to Kyoto for a business trip and won't be back until next week.

That's too much of a coincidence...

He has already used black market channels to verify the authenticity of this matter.

In any case... this matter is not over.

He had originally planned to extricate himself from this matter, but since the other party wanted him dead... he had no reason to let them live... this matter had to be resolved.

After all, the other party has already set their sights on them.

Turn off the shower, and all that's left in the bathroom is the faint sound of water droplets tapping on the tiles.

He carefully cleaned each wound with alcohol swabs.

Then, a specially made healing talisman was applied to the wound, and a warm stream of spiritual energy slowly seeped in.

Finally, I put two more behind my ears.

Even now, he still can't hear clearly, probably because his eardrum is damaged, but it's not to the point where he needs to go to the hospital yet. He can treat it himself much faster than going to the hospital.

However, it probably won't be back to normal until tomorrow morning.

The main light in the living room was off; only an old table lamp on the work desk cast a dim, yellowish glow.

His stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

I went to the kitchen and opened the emergency food cabinet. It was neatly arranged but there wasn't much to choose from. Besides a few packs of instant udon noodles and cup noodles, there were some energy bars.

He silently took out a packet of udon noodles and started boiling water.

The room was quiet. With nothing to do, Fushimi sat quietly in a chair, staring blankly at the dim lamplight.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang abruptly...

Who?

Fushimi's heart tightened, and he slowly walked to the door, grasping the short stick hidden next to the shoe cabinet.

Looking out through the peephole...

Outside the door, Hoshizaki Rina was standing on tiptoe, trying to peek through the peephole, carrying a large food box in her hand.

She seemed to wait a moment without any response, then rang the doorbell again, made a face at the door, and muttered something loudly, but Fushimi's hearing was impaired and she couldn't hear it at all.

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he threw the stick aside.

He opened the door.

"Hey!" Hoshizaki Rina raised her hand to scare him, but she wasn't annoyed at all when Fushimi didn't react.

A bright smile spread across her face, her eyes curved into crescents, and she shook the lunchbox in her hand.

"Ta-da~ Haven't eaten yet? This pretty girl has prepared some for you!"

Fushimi looked at her, remaining silent for a moment.

The ringing in her ears made it difficult to understand what the girl was saying, except through her lip movements.

"What are you standing there for? Let me in, I'm freezing!"

On an early autumn night, Hoshizaki Rina, wearing only a thin T-shirt, naturally slipped under his arm, kicked off her shoes with practiced ease, and ran barefoot onto the wooden floor to the living room. She placed the food box on the table and began to open the lid.

"Let me tell you, I adjusted the recipe today, it's definitely better than last time... wait?"

She turned around and, by the light, saw Fushimi clearly: his hair was damp, there were white talismans stuck to his face and arms, and his complexion was slightly pale.

And the gray suit draped over the chair, its shape completely obscured, was stained with blood.

Rina Hoshizaki's smile froze on her face, and she quickly stepped forward to ask with concern:

"Iori? What happened to you? These injuries... these clothes... what on earth did you do tonight?! Are you alright?!"

The barrage of questions, surprisingly, did not annoy anyone.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Fushimi roughly understood what she wanted to say without even listening. He walked to the table and sat down, unusually not using "it's nothing" as an excuse.

He simply rubbed his ears, which were still ringing a little, and said:

"It's a long story, but I'm so hungry."

Fushimi looked at her with a smile.

Hoshizaki glared at him for a few seconds, seemingly wanting to press for more information, but in the end he just pouted and didn't say anything more.

After returning home, Hoshizaki Rina kept a close eye on the Fushimi family's situation... She really wanted to call and ask, but she was afraid of disturbing Fushimi.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the lights on at the Fushimi house.

I rushed downstairs in a hurry, and under my parents' surprised gazes, I came over with a lunchbox.