Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

The gloomy sky gradually turned pale, and the rain became very light, so light that people no longer needed to carry umbrellas when going out.

The task force's car stopped on the side of the road.

The back door opened and the gray-haired Dicky got out first. He looked up at the six-story apartment in front of him and quickly walked towards the door.

Chiyo Morimoto unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the passenger seat with a lazy look on her face.

Chasing Dio should have been something worth paying attention to.

But at this moment, Chiyoko Morimoto lost her usual excitement, perhaps because the little one who was always full of fighting spirit had been transferred away.

She quite liked the humane little guy and hated this fanatical, pure imperialist minion.

"Moriya, cheer up."

Okayama Taketa reminded her from the side that he didn't want to see Chiyo Morimoto being kicked out of the task force because of such a slacking expression.

Although Ponte seems to be easy to talk to, he is actually very ruthless at heart and is a capital machine that emphasizes high efficiency.

"Don't be so nervous. Dio can't stay here any longer. If he investigates, he won't find anything."

Chiyo Morimoto shrugged, replied in a low voice, and walked into the apartment with her long legs.

This is an old apartment building without an elevator. The crime occurred in room 302.

The two men stepped into the apartment and stopped talking. They just made eye contact to prevent their voices from being heard by Dickie upstairs.

The old man has replaced Emily's identity and is now the actual leader of the task force.

Dicky's way of doing things is very different from Emily's, but they have one thing in common: he is very enthusiastic about Dior's affairs.

Despite his age, he walked faster than most young people today. He climbed to the third floor without even taking a breath.

At the door of Room 302 stood a frightened-looking woman, dressed in a vulgar style.

A black leather top and a hip-hugging skirt, a leather whip around the waist, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of long boots. She looks like a special service among special services.

"Hello, we are from the Metropolitan Police Department, Ms. Soma. Could you please tell us what happened?"

Dickie produced his ID.

Xinzi Soma looked at the white-haired old man in front of her with a look of surprise on her face. She had known that the aging problem in the country was very serious, but she had never expected that even such a bizarre murder case would require a white-haired old man to take part.

This country really needs to have fun.

Soma Xinzi complained in her heart and began to talk about her own experience. She did not hide the fact that she provided home massage, which was a legal act under Japanese law.

As long as Soma Kinko herself is not stupid enough to say that she wants the guest to go to home base, it is not illegal.

Japanese law clearly stipulates that as long as you don't go inside, it doesn't count as prostitution.

“…As soon as I walked in, he forced me onto a chair, took off my clothes, tied me up, and wanted to live stream it.

At the critical moment, the blond man appeared, and then the stand and the phone suddenly shattered into pieces. "

Dickey listened to the woman's story, squatted down, and reached out to pick up the debris on the ground.

From the material, you can vaguely see that this is a stand and a mobile phone. The broken glass fragments from the mobile phone screen are shining like gold falling into the sand.

“The man threw down the stick with the nails and rushed forward like a madman.

Before it hit the blond man, there was a bang sound, and a colorful diamond-shaped light flashed in the air, and the man's hands were directly disabled.

The next second, I saw the blond man raise his hand and shake the black man into this shape. "

Soma Kinko pointed at the mixture of flesh and blood on the ground. Bones, internal organs, and yellow and white things were all piled up in that pool of flesh and blood.

Chiyo Morimoto watched this scene and smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and stench in the air.

She frowned and asked, "A diamond-shaped colored light shield?"

"Yes, you have to believe me!

What I just said is true. I have nothing to do with that person's death!"

Soma Kinko thought that she didn't believe what she said, and her expression became agitated, and she loudly distanced herself from the matter.

She wanted to call the police because she didn't want to get involved in this bizarre murder case.

"Oh, by the way, I remember he called himself Dio, which is the name in that spoof video!"

Chiyo Morimoto patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, don't get excited, we will investigate the details.

Don't leave Tokyo recently. Wait for our call to inform you of the details of the case. Before we get to the bottom of the matter, don't talk nonsense to avoid interfering with our investigation."

"Ah."

Soma Shinko nodded quickly, knowing that this kind of thing was too outrageous. If it got out, she would probably be regarded as a mental patient.

"Okayama, send her back."

"Ah."

Okayama Taketa sent Soma Kinko back home.

……

After watching the two leave, Chiyo Morimoto glanced at the liquid left on the chair, then turned her gaze to the old man in the room and asked, "Dr. Dickey, what should we do next?"

Dickey withdrew his gaze from the bloody mass and said calmly, "Input the newly added superpowers into the detective."

"New additions...didn't you read the report on the exploration of the other world?"

“Of course I have seen it, but I don’t think that other world is real. Messiah and Satan are all nonsense.

I trust your task force's early investigation."

“Anyone who has been to another world will not doubt that it is fake. The living people, air, and creatures there are all so real.”

Chiyo Morimoto recounted her experiences in the other world, and every time doubts arose in her mind, they were dispelled by the real experiences there.

If that is false, then this reality is probably also false.

"For those who hold such thoughts, one more or one less of me will not make any difference."

Dickey was not convinced by Chiyo Morimoto, he still insisted on his own ideas, and said calmly: "Whether it is true or not, we just need to wait for the detective to come up with the results.

If Dio was an apostle, he should have taken action before that.

If Dio is not, but a person who suddenly awakens superpowers, according to your previous speculation, he gains one superpower every week.

Then the first time he awakened his superpowers and committed a crime was his biggest flaw.

As long as the crimes he committed are recorded, the detective will be able to find similarities. "

After a pause, Dickey took a breath and said, "Then we can determine where Dio first committed the crime. Then, based on the time of the crime, the detective will infer what his occupation is."

"You even deny that Dio is going to heaven?"

Chiyo Morimoto was a little surprised.

The task force's previous investigation plan all regarded Dio's going to heaven as the top priority, and both the capitalists and politicians believed that statement.

Dickey sneered, "I never believe in heaven. Those who believe in heaven just want to get eternal happiness after death."

Dickey is a staunch atheist and materialist who believes only in what already exists.

He treats things that do not exist, as if they do not exist, or things that have no evidence to prove they exist.

He accepted some of the information provided by the task force, and rejected some.

"You don't believe in heaven either?"

"Then you are wrong. I still believe that heaven exists."

"Really? What a pity! I thought a smart person like you wouldn't believe in such unrealistic things."

Dickey glanced at her, turned and walked out the door, saying, "Don't worry, time will prove who is right and who is wrong."

Chiyo Morimoto caught up with him, her expression didn't change at all, but she was already wavering in her heart.

"Do you need me to write a report to Director Ponte?"

"No, I'm not that lazy Russian. I'll write the report."

Dicky shook his head. In his heart, he did not agree with Ponte's plan, but he would not disturb him. They each did their own thing.

Chapter 320 Death List

Iruma City, Saitama Prefecture.

Although Ponte is the Chief Superintendent of Police, he has no intention of working at the Metropolitan Police Department.

He attaches great importance to his own safety, and he became the Superintendent of Police only to handle Dio's case, not because he really wanted to be the Superintendent of Police.

Apart from Dio's case, he handed over all other matters to his subordinates.

He was in Japan, and beyond the initial visit, he had no plans to see anyone further.

Especially after Pavao's death, Ponte would not meet with anyone else.

He wanted to hide his whereabouts completely to avoid being discovered by Dio.

Ponte did not rule out the possibility that Dio might use orders to make Pavao tell the truth.

Even though he believed that Pavao had been tamed by him into a qualified wild dog, he did not think that human will could resist Dio's superpowers.

"I haven't felt this excited for a long time. I feel like I'm back to the first time I handled the company's business for my father."

Ponte took a sip of black tea and a smile full of memories appeared on his face.

His love of adventure is not a pretense, but a genuine love of dangerous things.

However, he is very confident in his abilities and believes that no matter how difficult the situation is, he will be able to overcome it in the end.

When you think that you are the final winner, all the crises before you will turn into a kind of enjoyment, just like brewing black tea.

He knew that he would eventually be able to drink the fragrant and sweet tea, so he didn't care how long the tea needed to be brewed. He just had to wait patiently for the tea to be brewed and then drink it.

"Will Dio come to see you?"

The man standing behind Ponte spoke. He was about 1.85 meters tall and wore a vest and shorts.

The exposed muscles appear very strong and tough, without the bloating of a big guy.

He had a fierce look, and the left side of his face was covered in horrific burns, but his eyes and temperament were as peaceful as a lake in the forest.

Ponte glanced at Amaniyaz, the strongest wild dog he had raised, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

“According to what Dr. Dickey reported, Pavao’s death occurred in an instant.

Would a superpower with this kind of power really care about the calculations of an ant?"

“Ants.”

Ponte had a half-smile on his face and said slowly, "Do you think that I, the eldest son of the Morgan Consortium, who can meet dignitaries in any country and even big shots who need the president to come out to greet me, am actually an ant?"

"I'm afraid that's how it is in front of someone with super powers."

Amaniyaz replied calmly.

"Haha."

Ponte was not angered by his words, but laughed. He put down the tea in his hand, crossed his legs and said, "It seems that you are very unhappy about the mission I sent Pavao to his death.

It is obvious that he has always been against you, hates you, and is hostile to you.

Amaniyaz.

Don't forget that you are a wild dog. Violent genes run in your bones. Your inferior bloodline makes crime a part of your nature. Read fewer books.

Great knowledge cannot change your destiny."

"But knowledge can change my perception and make me understand who made me like this."

Amaniyaz replied calmly.

A long time ago, he also thought that what Ponte said was the truth.

They are a race burdened with sin, with criminal genes running in their bones, which is why they are violent, commit crimes constantly, and ignore family affection.

It was not until he accidentally fell into the world of books in his spare time that he discovered a different situation.

Especially after a report came out, he became even more convinced that there is no such thing as excellent genes.

The environment is the reason why they commit crimes so frequently.