Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

He pointed at the billboard and looked in surprise at Aoi Jinguji who had just got off the bus.

Such behavior is totally inconsistent with the image of Aoi Jinguji, a mysterious psychic who holds a high position.

"I heard from the manufacturer that you have agreed to the authorization. So, I thought that if we all work together, the authorization doesn't matter..."

Aoi Jinguji seemed to be explaining calmly, but her ears were burning.

"You two, this is the building... The man fell in the green belt over there."

Higurashi pointed at a unit in front of him, then moved to the bushes farther away.

Chapter 111 The Psychic's Investigation Method

2024-07-13

"So, you specifically asked me to come here. How can I help with the investigation?"

Xia Fan looked around but couldn't see anything unusual.

There were no honking ambulances, busy police officers, or gossiping neighbors as imagined.

If Higurashi hadn't said it, he wouldn't even have noticed the piece of grass that had been cleared away in the middle of the green belt in the distance.

In today's world where suicide is prevalent, people seem to have become accustomed to this kind of thing to the point of being indifferent.

"Let's go upstairs first."

Jinguji Aoi gestured for Higurashi to lead the way.

Several people entered the elevator and went all the way up to the twelfth floor.

“This is the apartment that the suicide victim rented.”

The police officer who had been waiting in the corridor opened a door covered with police tape.

"Our people searched the suicide victim's house and sifted through all the paper printouts, but were unable to confirm which one was the 'manual' he mentioned on the phone."

The one-bedroom suite is decorated in an old style and is filled with a single man's belongings, from work documents, teaching books, comics to adult monthly magazines, all neatly stacked on the tatami floor.

"So, the Jinguji Miko suggests that Mr. Xia Fan be asked to assist in the investigation using the method of a psychic."

Looking at the various printed materials on the ground, Rimu looked at Xia Fan for help.

"The way of the psychic... that is to say..."

As he savored the other party's words, Xia Fan thought of a possibility.

"That's right. Of course, the psychic's method of investigation is through spiritualism..."

"The suicide victim passed away not long ago, and there is a high possibility that there are still some remaining souls nearby. With Lord Xia Fan's ability, he should be able to communicate with him easily."

Aoi Jinguji confirmed his guess.

"If it's about psychic communication, isn't the Jinguji Miko also a psychic?"

Although he had accidentally communicated with the wild gods from hundreds of years ago, the Tsukumogami from decades ago, and had even been possessed by an evil god from at least thousands of years ago, Xia Fan still felt a little creepy at the thought of communicating with a person who had just died.

"To be honest, I am only good at Shinto. Although I can see into souls, I know nothing about communicating with the dead."

"After all, a 'congenital psychic body' like Xia Jun is rare even among psychics."

"However, when you communicate with the spirit, I will be there to protect you and avoid any accidents."

Jinguji Aoi lowered her head in shame.

If she wanted to, she wouldn't have to ask Xia Fan to come over.

"Well, let's give it a try... Finding the harmful 'manual' can also prevent more people from committing suicide in the future..."

Thinking of the despair he felt when he saved Yayoi Tsuki on the rooftop that night, Xia Fan subconsciously looked towards the windowsill inside the house...

When the man jumped from here, both he and the police officers who witnessed it must have felt equally desperate.

"The man who committed suicide was named Tomoguchi Katsuya. He graduated from university a year ago and worked as an insurance salesman. He was fired by the company today because he failed to meet his performance targets."

"Judging from the time, he probably had suicidal thoughts not long after returning home and called the helpline."

Inspector Higurashi took out the suicide victim's information and explained it to Xia Fan.

Knowing more information about the target will help improve the efficiency of "communication".

"The belongings of the deceased can help enhance the senses."

Aoi Jinguji handed him a wrinkled black suit and a tie...

Needless to say, these two pieces of clothing naturally belong to the category of "friends' words are better than words".

"Everyone, take your positions, pay attention to Advisor Xia Fan's actions, and be ready to provide support at any time."

"receive."

The accompanying Section 9 agent left the apartment and waited anxiously in the corridor.

Xia Fan put on the black suit, tied a striped tie, and stood at the door again.

"Katsuya Tomoguchi, as a corporate slave... you must have been very tired and depressed when you were fired and went home..."

He stared at the closed door and let his thoughts wander.

"No... I worked so hard for so long... but in the end I was fired... I'm not only tired and frustrated, but also... hopeless..."

In a trance, Xia Fan could feel that in the room behind the door, there was a broken memory and consciousness that began to resonate with him...

“That’s the kind of despair that can only be cured by cold beer.”

He pushed open the door, strode into the apartment, came to the "mini kitchen" with only an induction cooker and a sink, and opened the refrigerator below...

"found it."

In this miniature refrigerator that can't even hold a whole watermelon, a male spirit is folded into a ball and stuffed full.

"The remaining soul that has not yet dissipated..."

"As expected of Lord Xia Fan, he managed to sense it successfully in such a short time..."

Aoi Jinguji, who was following behind, covered her mouth in surprise.

If she opened the refrigerator, there would probably be nothing inside.

Because, it is not that the deceased's soul is originally hidden here, but Xia Fan stimulates the "desire" of the deceased during his lifetime through induction and resonance, and guides it into the refrigerator.

For ordinary psychics, it is actually very difficult to use their bodies to sense and resonate with strange souls.

But for Xia Fan, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

"This Pengkou-kun must really want to drink some cold beer."

Carefully reaching his hand into the refrigerator, Xia Fan took out a can of ice-cold beer, opened it with a "pop", and let the white bubbles overflow.

"At least I can help with this."

"Here, cheers."

He solemnly raised his glass to the "friend" in the refrigerator...

"Ice beer... I've been wanting to drink it since I got home, but I forgot... Cheers, cheers..."

The "Pengkoujun" in the refrigerator reached out and held Xia Fan's cold beer can...

"It's icy and bubbling... so comfortable... I should have known... I shouldn't have listened to that booklet..."

A happy smile appeared on his distorted face.

The body, folded up like a quilt, began to become dim and transparent...

"Pengkou-kun, tell me, where is that booklet?"

Seeing the remnant soul in front of him about to disappear under the satisfaction of ice-cold beer, Xia Fan asked repeatedly.

"It's gone... that booklet... is gone!!!"

"Go and see for yourself..."

Tomoguchi Katsuya's soul shattered into specks of white light.

Xia Fan, who was in the middle of it, gradually lost focus...

Before his eyes, the door of the apartment appeared in black and white first-person perspective.

……

"Those arrogant bastards...worked so hard for months...and negated others' efforts with a simple "not up to standard"..."

"He" reached out to loosen the tie around his neck, pushed the door open and walked into the messy room.

"Damn it, I lost my job and I don't even know where to pay the rent this month..."

"I can't even afford the money for my mom's medical treatment, and the debt I promised to pay off..."

Throwing his suit and tie on the ground, "he" sat beside the low coffee table and sighed.

"Did my parents sell the land in their hometown and send me to Tokyo to study, just to become a tool picked by capitalists after graduation and a useless waste?!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I've been trying so hard to call day and night, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

His body gradually curled up, and he prostrated himself and pounded the ground, his sobbing tears soaking the tatami.

The room where no sunlight can penetrate is frozen in darkness and oppression, like an abyss that swallows everything.

Through tear-blurred eyes, "he" suddenly noticed a white manual that had been placed under the coffee table at some point.

Chapter 112 The Complete Suicide Manual

2024-07-13

On the white cover of the manual, there was a simple line drawing of a coffin with a plastic model lying inside it.

At the top, in letters that looked like they were smeared with blood, the title "The Complete Suicide Manual" was written.

"What is this... I don't remember buying a book like this?"

"He" picked up the manual and flipped through it silently.

"Ah, yes, the manual is right...if you die, everything will be solved, and you won't have any troubles."

After a while, "he" dropped the book in his hand in a daze, slowly stood on the balcony and climbed onto the windowsill.

"But I'm still scared... Among the methods mentioned in the book, jumping off a building is the most suitable, but it must be very painful..."

Looking down at the "abyss" outside the balcony, "he" lay on the edge of the balcony and shivered, still unable to take the last step.

"Hello, is this the suicide prevention hotline? Yes, I want to commit suicide, but I'm a little afraid of the pain..."

Driven by the last bit of instinct in his body, "he" tremblingly took out his cell phone and dialed a hotline number.

"Thank you for wasting twenty minutes on someone like me..."

"The customers I usually call as strangers hang up right away..."

"But, that manual says...I have to do it..."

After talking to the staff on the other end of the hotline for twenty minutes, "he" ignored the other party's dissuasion and hung up the phone.

He moved his body little by little and turned outward from the balcony...

At the same time, the apartment door was slammed open.

"Sorry for causing you any trouble."

After saying this to the police officer who rushed into the house, “he” loosened his hands…

"But the manual taught me to do this..."

At that moment, "he" clearly saw that the white manual on the tatami dissipated into a wisp of "black smoke".

Then, “he” fell rapidly from the sky due to gravity...

……

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Xia Fan gasped for breath and came back to his senses from his chaotic memories. In front of him was an empty mini refrigerator.

"Xia Jun, are you okay?"