Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

He emerged from the shadows, grabbed the man by the back of his neck, and then threw him forward into the shadows.

He melted back into the shadows.

"Don't do this, Nissan!"

After shouting, the crying girl felt that her hands were empty. She opened her eyes and saw nothing in front of her. She could not see her brother who wanted to do that to her.

After being stunned for a second, she quickly ran out of the house.

She didn't want to stay in this house for a moment, so she let her mother live with her disgusting stepfather and stepbrother.

The girl resolutely ran towards the mixed society.

……

Yamamoto Joichi felt like he was falling into darkness and couldn't see his fingers. It seemed like water was flowing rapidly, but it didn't seem to be moving at all.

In this strange experience, he suddenly felt a strong pushing sensation on his back, "Ah."

He took two steps forward and almost hit the wall in front of him.

Yamamoto Joichi hurriedly stopped and felt relieved. Suddenly there was pain in his temple, as if someone was clamping his head with a vise.

Aozawa turned into a lava giant again, pinched Yamamoto Joichi's head with his thumb and forefinger, carried him to Shinjuku Street, and threw him away.

As soon as Shan Yuanzhang landed on the ground, all kinds of noisy sounds poured into his ears. He looked around and his eyes fell on Qingze.

He looked at this human body made of stones, like a character in an anime.

"伱, what do you want to do?"

There was a trace of panic on his expression, and he took two steps back: "Where is Jingzi?"

Qingze tilted his head and realized that if he used the word "Everything is Allowed" to cause ill will to others, the other party would react naturally, instead of showing the respect of a first-class stewardess to a rich man and letting him slap him at will.

However, the other party is still not afraid of his appearance. Even if he turns into this lava giant, the man is just afraid that he will make a move.

Very good, the next step is to test the reaction of beating this person to death in full view of the public.

Qingze strode forward.

Yamamoto Joichi took two steps back again and shouted: "Don't come over, or I'll call the police!"

"Haha, if calling the police was useful, you wouldn't have done that kind of thing just now."

"What do you know, that's my love for Keiko!"

Yamamoto Joichi immediately yelled to defend his behavior and said confidently: "Keiko also loves me very much, she is just arrogant and doesn't want to admit it."

"I'm speechless for you."

Qingze shook his head, stepped forward, grabbed Shan Yuan Zhangyi's clothes, and tore them open directly.

The T-shirt he was wearing was torn in half.

"Ah!" Shan Yuanzhang exclaimed, feeling that he had encountered a pervert.

Seeing that Da Ju was in danger, he hurriedly wanted to run away.

Qingze grabbed his waist, tore his pants open, and let go.

Yamamoto Joichi, wearing nothing, hurriedly got up, ran forward, and cried: "Help, there is a pervert!"

No matter how much he yelled, he still didn't attract the attention of the people around him. They just avoided Yamamoto Joichi.

He didn't even give me any extra look.

"Quick, call the police for me."

Yamamoto Joichi grabbed the nearest passerby and shouted.

The other party reacted very coldly and quickly put away his hand, "What are you doing? I don't know you."

Shan Yuanzhang felt a chill in his body. People are so indifferent now?

Keiko is still gentle and kind.

He thought that people were still doing their own thing, neither running away in fear nor looking around curiously. It seemed that nothing unusual had happened.

After confirming the reactions around him, Qingze controlled the rock to condense a baseball bat from his palm and hit Yamamoto Joichi on the shoulder.

boom!

The bones of the shoulder shattered, and the flesh and blood exploded like a tomato.

"what!"

Yamamoto Joichi let out a heart-wrenching cry, and the man fell down, like a maggot writhing in the toilet.

The broken right arm fell to the ground, and the blood on the ground looked particularly bright red when the sun shone on it.

Two female high school students passing by smiled and told them where they should get their manicures done later.

The middle-aged uncle was on the phone, kowtowing to Party A's father on the other side, trying his best to please.

Yamamoto Joichi said with tears streaming down his face: "Please, no matter who you are, please call the police for me, there is a madman here!"

Qingze did not stop his cry for help. Judging from the reactions of the people around him, as long as his malice was not unleashed on others and was only directed at the man in front of him, nothing would happen.

What an amazing experience.

Qingze usually kills people in deserted areas or avoids busy streets. This is the first time he has beaten someone to death in front of such a dense crowd.

He thought, raised the baseball bat in his hand, and swung it down hard.

Snap, the man's head was opened like a watermelon, and some of the blood spattered on the passing girl's stockings.

"Wow."

She let out a cry, immediately took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it, and said with disgust: "Be careful."

Qingze nodded and said, "Sorry."

"Forget it."

The girl replied, then threw the blood-wiping paper directly on the ground, "This is the garbage you made, take it to the trash can."

Qingze transformed into the form of a burning man and burned the paper on the ground to ashes.

He looked around, thought for a while, used elemental displacement to become invisible wind, and then released the ability to allow everything to see how the people at the scene dealt with the body.

"It's bad luck. Hey, Metropolitan Police Department. Someone was beaten to death here. Come and get rid of him quickly."

This is Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs.

Even Qingze, the instigator, couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Chapter 585: Such a crime requires a heavy blow

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

In the police chief's office on the top floor, Taketa Okayama was sitting on a chair, reading a report in his hand.

He did not change the interior layout of the director's office. Everything was the same as before when Chiyo Morimoto was here.

Okayama Taketa is not the kind of person who is keen on expressing his own style, or in other words, no style is his style.

The office space does not need any fancy decorations. He will not use the funds of the Metropolitan Police Department to decorate a suitable office for himself for such a trivial matter.

In his view, it was a waste of government funds.

Money should be spent wisely.

Okayama Taketa put down the report in his hand and picked up another one, frowning. The whereabouts of Slim was still unknown. The organization hidden behind him was too deep.

Okayama Taketa couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is it because the people below didn't find Slim?

Or is it that no one is seriously looking for it?

Even though Taketa Okayama came from a police family and had extensive connections and connections, the number of people he knew was still pitiful compared to the tens of thousands of policemen in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Okayama Taketa cannot control his subordinates 100%, and it is difficult to tell whether the people below him are deceiving him or not.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up and walked outside. It was really outrageous. A murder was actually carried out in broad daylight on a crowded Shinjuku Avenue?

It is simply lawless and does not take the Metropolitan Police Department into consideration!

……

Okayama Taketa walked up to the milk tea shop owner and said solemnly: "Who killed this person?"

He also saw that some people were curious about the corpse parked there, but seeing that everyone around them looked indifferent, they probably thought it was performance art, so they just didn't care.

The deceased was located in a milk tea shop. The thirty-year-old boss walked around the counter and stepped forward and said, "Finally you are here. Move this quickly, it will affect my business."

Ito Otome answered casually. Dressed in a white coat, she quickly put on gloves, picked up the forensic tools and began to examine the body.

However, the body just lay on the road.

He sighed softly.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and then led a dozen police officers with guns to the scene.

"You cordon off the scene, Ito, please."

He originally thought that there were many people watching the murder scene, destroying evidence at the scene, and so on.

In all the years I have been working in the industry, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of police caller reporting a murder case as if he accidentally choked on a drink of water, as if he was a serial murderer. "

Is this human language? !

He had no sympathy for a person who had just lost his life, and he thought his body would affect his business.

Several police cars drove aggressively to Shinjuku Avenue, and Taketa Okayama opened the door.

Okayama Taketa's right hand clenched suddenly. He did not expect that Japan's atmosphere had deteriorated to this level.

The landline suddenly rang again, Okayama Taketa reached out and pressed the call button, "Director Okayama, we just received a very strange alarm call here, saying that someone was killed on Shinjuku Avenue.

After hearing this, Okayama Taketa quickly said: "I'll go right away!"

In this weather, any place without air conditioning will cause people to sweat on their foreheads in a short time.

"no problem."

The shop owner asked us to go over and collect the bodies, his tone was very cold.

From passers-by to the boss, everyone seemed very calm and just avoided the corpses.

"That's the one."

"Which person?"

"I said that's the one!"

After hearing such a nonsensical answer, Okayama Taketa was still thinking about the reason. The policeman next to him immediately became angry and shouted: "Of course we know that a person killed him. We are asking about that person's height, appearance, weight."

"I said it was that person who killed him."

The shop owner spread his hands and didn't understand why they were so excited.

The police officer felt anger rushing into his brain, making him want to attack the shop owner in front of him, and said sternly: "Do you want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to drink tea?

I can sue you for obstructing official business now! "

Compared to his emotional excitement, Okayama Buta realized that something was wrong, raised his hand to stop his subordinates from going crazy, and said: "Sir, don't you remember that person's appearance, height, and weight, do you only know that it is that person?"

"That's the man who killed him."

The milk tea boss nodded quickly to emphasize, not having any doubts about what he said.

He was just angry at the policeman in front of him. He answered so clearly, why did he still speak in such a tone?

Everyone said it was that person, that person, could it be someone else?

It was just that he considered that the other party might deliberately leave the body here to affect the business in the store, so he did not get angry.

These damn tax thieves.

The shop owner complained in his heart, only regretting that his mortgage was so heavy that the seven-foot-tall man couldn't stand up straight.

Qingze, who turned into an invisible breeze, also discovered a problem. The ability that seemed to allow everything could only have an effect on the area where he was, and had no effect on Okayama and others who did not see the scene.

……

Okayama Taketa figured out the reason from his boss's answer, and his heart sank. This was by no means a simple murder case.