Tokyo Detective Chronicles

I said…

"I did think you'd come here to see the child often, but you don't have to move all the way to the Eternal World... Can't you at least have some self-awareness as a living person...?"

A white egret with black hair and green eyes lay on a deck chair.

Today she changed into a jet-black cheongsam. The fabric was of very fine quality, shimmering with the sheen of silk satin in the sunlight. The close-fitting cut accentuated her slender waist and long legs.

The neckline is a traditional stand-up collar, but the slit is very high, reaching all the way to the upper thigh, revealing two dazzlingly white legs.

She was wearing sunglasses and holding a glass of juice in her hand.

Take a sip and smack your lips.

"Although I don't mind..."

In the present day, on the banks of the Egret River, the sun shines brightly.

The warm sun shone on the riverbank, causing the nameless white wildflowers to wilt slightly.

The river water rippled with light, and occasionally a fish would leap out of the water and fall back in with a splash. On the distant hills, a few reeds swayed gently in the wind.

Although it was just some kind of fake sky screen and projection magic.

"I am homeless, Lord Tokisei-sama," Fushimi replied casually without moving.

"Oh?"

The egret dragged out its melody.

Fushimi Iori lay on another recliner next to him.

The recliner was made of bamboo and covered with soft cushions. On the small table next to it was a glass of chilled juice, with fine water droplets condensing on the glass.

He was also wearing sunglasses, a modern t-shirt and shorts, and had his legs crossed.

They look like they're here on vacation.

A small figure was sitting on the small chair next to me.

It's Hoshino.

She was wearing a white dress that Fushimi had brought from the human world, her hair was neatly combed, and she was engrossed in reading a manga. Every now and then she would giggle, turn a page, and continue reading.

The sunlight shone on her, bathing her in a soft glow.

Looking at this incredibly harmonious scene, Fushimi's feelings at this moment were hard to describe—whether it was relaxation or helplessness.

This was his final solution to the accommodation problem.

With the Egret Mountain and River Map, you can enter this place anytime, anywhere without having to find a passage or hold a ceremony, which is quite convenient.

The air here is fresh and the scenery is beautiful. Under the constraints of the contract, one can be absolutely safe in this closed world.

Most importantly, it's free...

The Special Affairs Division has a partner specifically responsible for post-disaster reconstruction. This partner is in charge of rebuilding the houses in Fushimi and also helps cover most of the reconstruction costs.

However, some psionic loops and hidden arrangements were obviously not to be known to them, so they had to pay for them themselves.

Therefore, his subsequent expenses were not small, so he tried to save money wherever possible.

But compared to such trivial matters, the biggest drawback of living in this world is the difficulty in connecting with the real world and the lack of internet access.

Fushimi doesn't care about entertainment, but cutting off information sources is quite fatal for a psychic private detective.

The egret snapped its fingers, dimming the slightly glaring sunlight a little.

She turned her head to the side, her sunglasses slipped down a little, revealing her green eyes, and then turned her head slightly away.

"How's the investigation going?"

The egret casually mentioned, "About that church."

"Prepare to cooperate with the authorities."

"oh."

Fushimi paused for two seconds, then casually replied, "By the way, is there any movement at the deeper levels?"

"They're quite well-behaved... I've cleaned up all the dirt on this floor."

Bai Lu stretched comfortably, the fabric of her cheongsam stretching with her movement, outlining the curves of her body.

Fushimi looked at the way Tokoyo-no-Nushi was lying down.

It's hard to imagine that this is a deity who has been imprisoned for countless years and who controls a region's rivers.

"You're quite optimistic."

"Otherwise what?"

The egret removed the fan from its face, turned to the side, and rested its cheek on its hand as it looked at Fushimi.

"I've been imprisoned for so many years, am I supposed to spend every day crying and begging for revenge?"

She smiled.

"This is boring, I might as well lie down."

Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her green eyes held a lazy smile, and her dark cheongsam made her skin appear even whiter.

It seems that the long years of imprisonment have completely worn away His spirit. At this moment, even moving around is tiring, and He has completely lost interest in things like fighting for territory.

He's become a useless person who just wants to lie in the sun and live a comfortable life on this floor...

Furthermore, He increasingly felt how convenient it was for humans to have small bodies and dexterous hands.

She has maintained her human form for the past few days.

If Bailuchuan still existed hundreds of years ago, He would always appear as a dragon god to maintain the dignity of the deity.

But nowadays no one regards Him as a god, and no one worships Him anymore.

more than this……

Thinking of this, He seemed to suddenly remember something and asked with a smile, "So, what do you plan to do next?"

"Master~"

"..."

Fushimi got goosebumps: "Stop being sarcastic with me..."

"cut."

The egret rolled its eyes and lay back down.

"He's already signed a contract of servitude, and yet he's saying things like that. Isn't that a bit too much of a scumbag?"

Fushimi ignored her.

Fushimi did not answer the question posed by Shirahiro.

But he already had a plan in mind. Today was Saturday, and according to the information brokers he employed, Dr. Hoshino would be returning to Tokyo today.

It's time.

He looked at the girl sitting obediently to the side...

Kohoshino just looked up and met his gaze.

She paused for a moment, then smiled.

Fushimi raised his hand and ruffled her hair, which was soft and smelled of sunshine.

Since he was no longer living a life of irregular eating habits, Hoshino's physical condition and mental state were much better than before, except for the wound on his hand left by the rules, which was still clearly visible.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time.

It's 9 a.m. in the present world, time to set off.

After thinking for a moment, Fushimi decided to tell Shirasagi about his plan, since he needed her help.

Fushimi planned to forcibly drag the Hayakawa family's Buddha statue into the Shirasagi River Tokoyo...

If we can use the Suppressing Sword to eliminate this hidden danger, it will be easier to clean up the remaining members of the Creation Cult in the present world.

Only then did they obtain information about the remnants of the Creation Cult from Dr. Hoshino.

Let her face the judgment she deserves... Thinking of the words on those tapes and the scenes I saw in the recreated world, the sins this woman committed as a high-ranking member of the Creation Cult are too numerous to count.

Fushimi has no right to forgive her; she must accept the consequences she deserves.

Even though she is the mother of Hayakawa Chiho and Kohoshino, she cannot change this.

But all of this depends on being able to successfully deal with that Buddha statue.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and looked at the egret.

"I'm going to bring that Buddha statue in."

The egret was stunned: "What?"

"The statue of the Creator of Life left in this world will be dragged into the White Egret River and killed."

The egret, who had been acting nonchalant, started twitching wildly at the corners of its eyes when it heard him say that he wanted to drag that monster to its territory.

Place your hands in front of your chest in a cross shape:

"No, no, no! Absolutely not! I'd rather die than!"

"It's just a clone that remains in the mortal world. You just need to assist and cooperate with me."

The egret still gave me a look of disgust, as if to say, "Don't dump your trash in my house."

Fushimi looked at her.

"Don't you really want to avenge all these years of wrongs?"

Egret: "..."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he quickly turned his face away.

"Tch, I'm not that petty. Who cares about something so trivial..."

"..."

A few seconds passed.

"Tsk..."

The egret clicked its tongue.

He climbed up from the recliner, sat cross-legged, and turned his head away unhappily: "How can you be so sure it will work? Even a clone is no joke..."

The voice was muffled.

Then, the egret saw Fushimi extend his hand, palm up, and a scarlet light appeared in his palm, condensing into the shape of a sword.

Bailuchuan Town Fajian.

The sword's blade was as clear as water, yet it was now shimmering with crimson light patterns.

It will kill you if you touch it.

Egret: "..."

"Alright then... How about I appoint you as the Deputy Lord of the World if you do well?"

The egret turned around and waved its hand: "Go and come back soon... I'll be waiting for you to serve dinner."

Fushimi ignored her.

He simply sheathed his sword and walked toward the door leading to the present world.

……