As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider

After Sherrard left, Lin Chen remained silent for a long time. He had to admit that he had indeed been too hasty. He was so focused on overturning the table that he had overlooked the fact that Philip was currently experiencing significant mental problems. Fortunately, he hadn't said it aloud, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Just then, the office phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. Shotaro grabbed the phone: "Moshi? Moshi? This is Narumi Detective Agency!"

A man's panicked shout came from the other end of the phone, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Someone's trying to kill me! Help! He's coming right now!"

"Don't panic! Speak slowly! Where are you?" Shotaro's expression immediately turned serious.

After the man on the phone gave the address, the call was disconnected, leaving only a busy tone in the receiver.

Shotaro immediately stood up, grabbed the hat hanging on the wall, and ran outside.

Lin Chen watched his hurried retreating figure without saying a word. He knew about this incident and what would happen next. But this time, he didn't choose to reveal information in advance as he had before.

Revenge is someone else's right.

Lin Chen picked up the coffee on the table and took a small sip. If his own family member had suffered such harm, he probably would have done something even more extreme than that boy.

As night deepened, the old dock was shrouded in a thick fog, with visibility less than five meters. The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew in, swirling up the waste paper and plastic bags on the ground, making a rustling sound that seemed particularly eerie.

Shotaro Sato drove the Tough Guy into the old dock. He turned on the headlights, two beams piercing the thick fog and illuminating the dilapidated warehouse ahead. "Hey! Where are you?" he called out, but there was no response.

Just then, he heard a faint sobbing sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a man in a black jacket huddled in the corner of warehouse number three, trembling all over. It was Aoki Mikio, the man who had made the phone call.

"Mr. Aoki! I'm Shotaro Hidari from the Narumi Detective Agency!" Shotaro Hidari immediately ran over. "Who wants to kill you?"

Aoki looked up, his face filled with terror, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak. Suddenly, a piercing engine roar came from the thick fog, growing louder as it approached. Aoki's face turned deathly pale, and he pointed behind Shotaro Hidari, screaming, "It's here! It's here!"

Shotaro turned around abruptly and saw a black SUV with lightning bolt patterns on its body, like a lurking beast, rushing out of the thick fog. The front of the car was facing Aoki, and it was moving at an astonishing speed.

"Watch out!" Shotaro shoved Aoki aside and dove to the side. The SUV grazed past him, its tires screeching against the pavement.

Shotaro scrambled to his feet, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he witnessed a horrifying scene—the SUV had passed right through Aoki's body, as if it had passed through a wisp of air!

Immediately afterward, Aoki's entire body convulsed violently as if he had been electrocuted. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. A few seconds later, he fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he was no longer breathing.

The black SUV stopped not far away, emitting a strange sound like a woman crying, then turned around and drove back into the thick fog, disappearing without a trace.

Shotaro stood rooted to the spot, his body ice-cold. He had never seen such a bizarre scene before. What on earth was that car?

It was late at night when they returned to the Narumi Detective Agency. Akiko had already gone to her room to rest, and Philip was still engrossed in his research in the underground base. Lin Chen was the only one in the lobby, still sitting on the sofa, reading his hard-boiled novel.

Shotaro took off his coat and threw it heavily onto the sofa, looking very depressed.

Remembering that Lin Chen was now a member of the organization, he walked up to Lin Chen and asked bluntly, "Do you know something?"

Lin Chen raised his head, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and nodded.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Shotaro's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "If you had told me sooner, that person wouldn't have died!"

Lin Chen closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Instead of answering his question, he asked in return, "Shotaro, what would you do if you faced the person who killed Narumi Shokichi?"

Shotaro's body stiffened abruptly, and the anger on his face vanished instantly. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

But he still questioned Lin Chen about his involvement in the matter, to which Lin Chen replied, "It's the same thing!"

Shotaro remained silent. The death of Narumi Shokichi was a pain that would never fade from his heart. He had fantasized countless times about how he would take revenge. But he also clearly remembered what the old man had once said: a detective's duty is to uncover the truth, not to carry out vigilante justice.

Lin Chen smiled at his silence and said, "It seems you already have your own answer. You need to resolve this matter yourself. I won't interfere this time."

After saying that, he picked up the book and continued reading.

The next morning, Shotaro Hidari was taken to the Futo Police Station. Upon seeing him, Detective Shunichi Makura immediately slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Shotaro Hidari! You're the murderer!"

“What nonsense are you talking about! I didn’t kill anyone!” Shotaro retorted.

"You didn't kill him? Then why were you the only one at the crime scene?" Masakura Shun said with a sneer. "Besides, there were no external injuries on the victim's body. You must have used some strange method to kill him! I think you're in cahoots with those Gaia Memory users!"

Just as the two were arguing, veteran detective Mikio Bino walked in, holding an autopsy report: "Makura, stop arguing. The autopsy results are in. There are no signs of being hit by a car on Mikio Aoki's body. His cause of death is an infection with an unknown deadly virus."

"Virus?" Shotaro Satoshi and Shun Makura were both stunned.

“That’s right.” Mikio Renno nodded. “This virus works extremely fast, destroying the nervous system within seconds and causing death. Moreover, we didn’t find any tire tracks at the scene; the black SUV was as if it had never existed.”

After leaving the police station, Shotaro and Akiko immediately went to find their intelligence provider, Watcherman.

Watcherman sat behind a bunch of monitors, his fingers flying across the keyboard: "Aoki Mikio, a member of the Blackbeard Gang, mainly responsible for stealing cars and reselling weapons. The leader of the Blackbeard Gang is called Blackbeard Yukio, whose father is a well-known tycoon in Fuuto, so this gang runs rampant in Fuuto and no one dares to interfere."

"Is there anyone who has a grudge against the Blackbeard Group?" Akiko asked.

Watcherman replied that he didn't know.

Shotaro Satoshi decides to go check out the Blackbeard Group's base.

The two found the Blackbeard Group's hideout and inquired about the situation, but Blackbeard was arrogant, not only denying any involvement in the incident but also pointing a gun at Shotaro. Akiko was so frightened that she quickly pulled Shotaro away.

At the door, they overheard Blackbeard ordering two of his men (Akada and Shirai) to "check on the car." Shotaro instructed Akiko to monitor Blackbeard while he himself followed the two men.

Just then, the familiar black SUV suddenly sped out from around the corner of the parking lot and crashed directly into Akada. Just like last time, the SUV passed right through Akada's body, and Akada immediately convulsed and collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.

Shirai was terrified and turned to run. The black SUV turned around and gave chase.

"Philip! Get ready to transform!" Shotaro immediately took out his communicator and shouted.

Inside the underground base, Philip was engrossed in a thick book: "Wait, I'm about to find the scientific basis for 'idiots don't catch colds'..."

"Stop investigating! Someone's been killed!" Shotaro shouted anxiously.

Philip then realized what was happening and quickly put down the book: "Got it! Cyclone!"

"Joker!"

But it was too late. Shotaro had no choice but to jump onto the roof of a car next to him, take out his Bat Camera, and press the shutter button on the driver's seat of the black SUV.

Just then, a blue lightning bolt flashed, and Sonozaki Kirihiko, transformed into a Nazca Dopant, appeared before him. "You've trespassed on someone else's territory, and you think you can just leave?"

The Nazca Dopant, wielding a sharp blade, attacked W. W quickly dodged to the side, and the two engaged in a fierce battle in the parking lot. W unleashed his ultimate move, "Joker Extreme," kicking the Nazca Dopant with a whirlwind of speed. However, the Nazca Dopant was incredibly fast, easily dodging the attack and slashing W in the back with a slashing blow.

W crashed heavily to the ground, a deep scratch appearing on his armor. Taking advantage of W's distraction, the black SUV caught up with Shirai and killed him in the same way again. The black SUV emitted an eerie crying sound, drove out of the parking lot, and disappeared into the night.

The Nazca Dopant glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at W, sneered, and turned to leave.

W deactivated his transformation, and Shotaro clenched his fists tightly as he looked at the two cold corpses on the ground.

Back at the agency, Shotaro gave Philip the information Lin Chen had told him about revenge, along with the Bat Camera.

Philip used photos taken with his bat camera to identify the driver as Yamamura Kohei. Kohei's older sister, Yamamura Yuki, had been hit by a car driven by members of the Blackbeard Group a week earlier, and the driver fled the scene. She remained in a coma in the hospital. Kohei was at the scene and clearly saw the faces of Blackbeard, Aoki, Akada, and Shirai.

Chapter 135 Unexplained Heart Palpitation

Following the clues given by Philip, Shotaro quickly packed his gear and stepped out of the Narumi Detective Agency. Cars streamed by on the streets, and the afternoon sun in Fuuto was fragmented into patches of light by the buildings, while the air was filled with the sweet aroma wafting from the dessert shops along the street.

Almost at the same moment, Lin Chen, who was reading a book at the detective agency, felt a slight vibration from the communicator on his waist. A message from Sonozaki Kirihiko popped up on the screen, with concise text and a new mission instruction.

Based on data from the Earth Library, Philip deduced that the areas where Yamamura Kohei was most likely to appear were marked.

Shotaro Satoh sped along on his Tough Guy motorcycle, and when he arrived at his destination, he saw the slender boy sitting on a bench by the roadside. Kohei Yamamura was sitting with his back to the road, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clenched tightly.

His gaze was vacant as he stared into the distance, his mind replaying the image of his sister, Yamamura Yuki, lying unconscious in the hospital bed, and the arrogant faces of the Blackbeard Clan. Hatred, like a poisonous vine, had long since tightly bound his heart.

Shotaro slowed his pace and walked slowly to Kohei's side. He revealed his identity as a detective and advised in as gentle a tone as possible: "Stop it. Stop thinking about revenge. These things should be left to the police. All of this you're doing won't wake up your sister lying in the hospital. If you keep being driven by hatred, you'll only end up dragging yourself into the abyss as well."

This heartfelt advice sounded incredibly harsh to Kang Ping, who was completely blinded by hatred. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, the clear eyes of a young man filled only with violence and obsession.

"What do you know? They ruined my sister's life, do you think they should get away with it?" Kang Ping didn't want to hear another word of explanation. He turned around, stood up abruptly, and ran away.

This scene was witnessed from the rooftop a hundred meters away. Sonozaki Kirihiko stood quietly by the railing, with Lin Chen standing beside her with his hands at his sides. With their excellent view, the two of them clearly saw the argument taking place by the roadside and Kang Ping's escape.

Kirihiko narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingertips gently stroking his chin. He turned to look at Lin Chen: "Kimura-kun, I'm leaving this matter to you. Report any suspicious activity to me immediately."

Lin Chen bowed and replied, "Understood, Lord Wu Yan."

Lin Chen lowered his head, a lingering gloom in his eyes. He didn't know why, but this morning he had started to feel a strange palpitation, as if something big had happened.

Looking down at the bustling streets below, Kirihiko's thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

Previously, he needed to deal with Nezu, a salesman who was illegally reselling Gaia Memory, and planned to execute him as a warning to others. However, on the eve of his execution, Nezu, in order to save his life, hurriedly revealed the virus memory that had entered the market, claiming that it had been involved in an inexplicable and unusual accident.

These words instantly piqued Wu Yan's interest. He immediately postponed the execution, intending to personally follow up on the investigation and record the entire process of the memory mutation.

However, he was preoccupied with his own affairs and simply couldn't dedicate himself fully to this matter. Lin Chen had previously successfully completed the mission of finding Mick, and his abilities were stronger than he had imagined, making him a very suitable candidate at the moment.

On the highway, after Kangping had run far ahead, Shotaro was about to give chase when a middle-aged man blocked his way. The man's brows were furrowed with deep sorrow, and his hands trembled slightly with unease. He was none other than Yuki Yamamura's fiancé, the professional painter Noriyuki Yujima.

The two had originally planned to get married in three months. He told Shotaro that Kohei had lost both his parents when he was young, and his sister Sachi was his only family, which was why he was so desperate to take revenge.

Shotaro's communicator suddenly rang; it was an emergency call from Akiko.

Akiko called and said she had tracked Kurosu to an abandoned warehouse where he had stockpiled a large number of weapons, preparing for a final battle with Kangping.

The situation suddenly escalated. Shotaro's expression hardened, and he immediately said goodbye to Yujima, turning around and speeding towards the abandoned warehouse.

Night gradually enveloped Fengdu, plunging the abandoned warehouse area on the outskirts of the city into darkness. The rusty iron-roofed factory buildings stood forlornly in the wilderness, surrounded by overgrown weeds.

Not long after, the familiar roar of an engine grew louder as the black SUV with lightning bolt patterns on its body broke through the night. Yamamura Kohei, sitting in the driver's seat, had a cold look in his eyes and crashed straight into the warehouse gate.

Inside the warehouse, Yukio Kurobe had already laid a trap. He picked up an M60 general-purpose machine gun, stood behind a bunker made of stacked wooden crates, and grinned menacingly. The moment he pulled the trigger, a hail of bullets rained down, striking the SUV hard.

The deafening gunfire echoed as bullets struck the vehicle, sending sparks flying. But then a terrifying scene unfolded: the SUV, empowered by the virus's memory, seemed to possess an invisible barrier. Its sturdy body remained completely undamaged, impervious to any bullets.

"What the hell is this?!" Yukio Kurobe's pupils shrank, and his arrogance instantly turned into terror.

Ignoring the dense barrage of fire, the SUV floored the accelerator, burst through the warehouse door, and charged straight toward Yukio Kurosu. In that life-or-death moment, a blue whirlwind, accompanied by the roar of a motorcycle engine, swept through the air as Shotaro Hidari arrived on the scene in his Tough Guy.

The motorcycle hovered in mid-air, and Philip's voice came through the driver into Shotaro's ears with a hint of hesitation: "Shotaro, is it really worth us to save a scoundrel like Yukio Kurosu who has committed so many evil deeds? Letting him be dealt with might actually get rid of this menace in Futo."

Shotaro gripped the handlebars tightly, his gaze unwavering, his tone resolute: "Even if he's a scoundrel who commits evil, he's still a resident of Fuuto. I've personally experienced the pain of losing someone important to me, and I know what it feels like to be consumed by hatred. So I absolutely cannot stand by and watch Kohei embark on this irreversible path of revenge!"

Philip chuckled on the other end of the communicator, his tone teasing yet full of approval: "You really are a complete half-baked tough guy... But that stubbornness is precisely your most precious quality."

"Transform!"

Two beams of light intertwined, and Kamen Rider W Hayate Joker form appeared.

W flashed and switched to Cyclone Metal form, channeling wind power into his sonic staff and sweeping it out with all his might, slamming it heavily into the side of the black SUV.

The enormous impact caused the SUV to overturn to its side, its wheels spinning freely and leaving two deep tracks on the ground.

Everyone thought the crisis was over, but the power of the viral memory was far beyond their imagination. Just a few seconds later, the overturned SUV's engine roared up again, and the car righted itself under an eerie blue light. Ignoring the damage from the impact, it turned around again and roared as it continued its pursuit of Yukio Kurobe.

"We can't let it run rampant any longer!" Shotaro made a snap decision and shouted, "Philip, switch equipment!"

W raised his hand to summon the revolver cannon, simultaneously activating the Hardman's transformation program. The motorcycle switched to Hard Turbulener flight mode, hovering above the warehouse. Taking advantage of the altitude, W completed another transformation, his body engulfed in flames, revealing his Heat Metal form.

Scorching flames coiled around the metal staff, the intense heat causing the surrounding air to distort slightly. W adjusted his posture in mid-air, charged up, and then lunged forward, unleashing his ultimate move—Metal Branding! The burning staff slammed into the roof of the SUV like a falling fireball.

A deafening explosion erupted, instantly engulfing the entire black SUV in flames and billowing smoke into the sky, sending debris flying everywhere. The flames gradually died down, the smoke slowly dissipated, and the battle temporarily came to an end.