As a traitor, I should raise the banner of rebellion

Such a policeman would actually be so scared that he ran away...

What on earth is inside this room?!

Fear seized his body and mind. Although he was not restrained, the prisoner dared not even move. He could only look around with extreme caution.

But no matter how hard he looked, he didn't find any danger.

The room was like an old storage room filled with a lot of messy stuff.

For example, a DVD player that looks very old, a thick photo album, and a large wardrobe with phoenix carvings...

These things have nothing to do with terror. Can they really scare the police into fleeing in panic?

He became more and more suspicious, but still did not dare to take any action.

The sound of the door opening startled him, but after seeing who it was, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew this police officer.

"Officer Songmu, you scared me to death." He pretended to be warm and friendly. "You asked me to come here. Is there anything I can do?"

His mind instantly became active.

Could it be that Inspector Matsuki wanted to do something inconvenient, so he wanted to use him?

Would this be a good opportunity for him to have his sentence reduced?

As if he could see what the person in front of him was thinking, a hint of sneer appeared in the corner of Officer Songmu's mouth, but then it disappeared very quickly.

"There's a phone over there." He pointed to the other party's right side, "Go pick up the phone, and then..."

"I said, you dial."

45. Sir [Bai Ze]?

The difficulty of regulating different anomalies naturally varies.

What the police station welcomes most are actually weirdos like Suzuki Shin.

Not only is the opponent a humanoid, but because of the rules, you have to deal with the relevant staff every day. The best thing is that once you understand the opponent's rules, then the opponent can almost be said to have no lethality...

It would be great if every weirdness was like [Suzuki Shin].

What the police station dislikes the most is actually weird things like the [Lika Doll].

If one wants to find out whether it still exists, someone needs to make a phone call, and the person who makes the call is almost certain to die...

Although the police can select the most heinous criminals from prison to play this role, the number of such criminals is not unlimited after all.

"Oh, it would be better if the laws in Sakurajima were a little stricter." Inspector Matsugi thought to himself and said a series of numbers.

If Morikami Nozomi and Genki were present, they would be very familiar with this number, because -

This is [Lika Doll]'s phone number.

Although he didn't quite understand why the superintendent asked him to do such a confusing thing, the prisoner could only do as he was told under the superintendent's stern gaze.

Picking up the somewhat old-fashioned microphone, he dialed the number on the keypad with slightly trembling hands.

Today's events were filled with an extremely strange atmosphere, and his intuition was also frantically warning him.

He felt like a crew member captured by pirates in a TV drama. They were forcing him to walk onto a deck that extended outside the ship. Below the deck, many triangular fish fins were swimming around on the sea, quietly waiting for the food that was about to fall into their mouths.

This premonition reached its peak immediately after he pressed the entire string of numbers!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his palms, and he even had a hard time holding the big receiver.

But the next moment...

After hearing the voice coming from the microphone, he was stunned for a moment.

Glancing at Police Officer Songmu with a somewhat timid look, the prisoner seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What did you hear?" Inspector Songmu asked calmly on the surface, but his heart was slightly tense and he was ready to run away at any time.

The police are one of Sakurajima's violent agencies. While they are responsible for handling related incidents, they will naturally receive corresponding protection.

After joining the service, all police officers will be required to hand in approximately 100CC of blood.

And this blood will be handed over to a strange hand controlled by the police.

A more accurate way of saying it is to pour it into it.

After all, this weird shape is just a big barrel.

As long as a person's blood is poured into this bucket, the physical damage he suffers will be transmitted to this bucket through some mysterious connection and absorbed by it.

Of course, this absorption is not unconditional.

Just like the cross that gave Yuanhui a resurrection armor, if the barrel wants to absorb damage, it must have other monsters as food.

The usage is actually quite simple, and there are three steps in total:

1. Open the lid of the barrel;

Second, throw in the weirdness;

3. Put the lid on the barrel.

Once the weirdness in the barrel is "consumed", the barrel will even make a shrill sound to alert the police, just like a seal being pampered in a zoo.

This damage absorption is not unlimited.

Police officers of different levels will naturally be allocated different quotas according to their levels in the police system.

Take Inspector Songmu for example. He can now withstand one fatal injury or two disabling injuries every day.

This is also the confidence that the police can supervise the weirdness in the guise of ordinary people.

...Of course, compared to a true soul binder, this level is nothing.

"Officer Songmu," the prisoner said cautiously, "the number you gave me is unavailable."

“……”Inspector Songmu couldn’t help but frowned.

He had no idea how many times he had recited Lika's phone number, so there was absolutely no possibility that he had memorized it wrong.

He was watching closely when the other party dialed the number just now, so he knew that there was no mistake in the number he dialed.

"Inspector Songmu, why don't you come and listen too?" As if afraid that the other party would not believe him, he seemed to be about to hand the receiver in his hand to the other party. Who knew that Inspector Songmu actually showed a look of horror, and then quickly stepped back several steps.

Not only that, he even took out the pistol from his waist and pointed the black muzzle at the other person's head.

The prisoner froze for a moment, with the half-passed microphone hanging in the air, as if he didn't know what to do.

"Hang up the phone." Seeing that the relationship had been exposed, Inspector Songmu simply stopped pretending.

After the other party did as he was told, he maintained this posture and waited quietly for about 5 minutes.

The phone didn't ring.

Inspector Songmu naturally knew what this meant.

"...That." Being treated so unreasonably, Mr. Prisoner was naturally very angry, but the black muzzle of the gun was more effective than all tranquilizers. He didn't dare to bet whether there were bullets in Officer Songmu's gun.

Finally, he revealed a very natural and flattering expression, "Is there nothing left for me to do? Then, can I..."

"No." said Inspector Songmu.

After that, regardless of the despair and resentment on the other person's face, he pointed the gun at a photo album in the room.

"Go, open it and read it through."

People like him are a scarce resource for the Metropolitan Police Department.

How can we not make good use of it and squeeze out all the value from the other party?

……

……

Just like when he entered, Inspector Matsuki walked out of the room alone, and the scammer had completely disappeared from the world.

This is not just a description, but an actual scene that Inspector Songmu witnessed with his own eyes.

In order not to waste resources, the Metropolitan Police Department actually sorts out these strange inspections.

Monsters like [Lika], who will not die as long as they don't look back, are naturally at the front, followed by some monsters with more relaxed conditions for killing.

If handled properly, and with just one life, all the strange current situations in this police station could be uncovered.

After all, such weirdness actually only accounts for a small part of the huge population.

Inspector Songmu walked out of the room and returned to his office, then began to fill out a supervision record.

Before that, he used the internal system of the Metropolitan Police Department to send an email to his superior.

"[Lika Doll's Ghost Phone] is no longer under control. Should we follow the usual practice and ask Lord [Bai Ze] to divine the whereabouts of the other party?"

46. ​​From today on, we are neighbors!

Just as the Minato Metropolitan Police Department was conducting a routine inspection, Yuanhui, who was attending class at St. Eden Academy, couldn't help but change his expression.

Although the number for calling Lika has now become his phone, when someone calls the original number to call Lika, Lika will actually be able to sense it.

The class going on now is mathematics.

Although Yuanhui was now staring at the bald teacher who was spitting and talking loudly, a petite and cute doll appeared out of nowhere in the hole in the table covered by his body.

Stretching out her little arms and legs, Lika quietly pushed the few books aside, and then took out Yuanhui's cell phone from his schoolbag.

She was a weirdo who had a deep connection with the telephone, so naturally she had an unusual familiarity with mobile phones.

She manipulated her phone skillfully, opened the map app, and then located the location on the map based on the location from the call.

After a moment, she locked onto the source of the call.

That is the Metropolitan Police Department in Minato Ward.

After receiving the thoughts from Lika, Yuanhui's mind suddenly became clear.

Have the officials at Sakurajima finally discovered the abnormality of the [Rika Doll]?

I wonder if the other party can use [Lika Doll] to find him by following the clues...

Yuanhui felt that the problem should not be serious.

Since Kujo Rin had a special channel to learn that he and Morikami Nozomi would go to Okada Ranch on Sunday, then the officials of Sakurajima should have similar capabilities.

Although he knew about this, Yuanhui had no intention of taking any action.

This might be his first contact with Sakurajima officials, so he had to act as natural as possible.

Well, by chance, I got the phone number of [Lika Doll], and then I narrowly escaped death and bound her in a confused manner, becoming a formal soul binder.

How should a teenager like this behave when coming into contact with authorities?

Yuanhui sketched this image in his mind, and then projected his own shadow onto the other person little by little.

He did not intend to reveal the secret of the Blood Field, he only planned to show Lika.

Yuanhui did not forget that [Suzuki Shin], the monster who had been taken in by the authorities, was deliberately lured to the Solong Apartment where he lived.

If that's the case, then the possibility that the person who wanted to kill him was an official of Sakurajima is almost 100%.

With such an insidious enemy hiding in the dark, it is natural to keep a few trump cards.

By the way, since the Sakurajima officials have a large number of monsters in their hands, the internal members should have a channel to exchange them, right?

I don’t know if it’s expensive or not…

Just as Yuanhui was thinking about this and that, a small and exquisite creature suddenly poked its head out from the table in front of him, which was the beautiful black hair of Kujo Rin.

It was a puppy whose body was somewhat illusory, as if it was made of starlight.

After discovering that Genki was also looking at it, it subconsciously shrank its head, but then seemed to remember something, and slid down from Kujo Rin's crow-feather-like hair and came to Genki's desk.

Is this the spirit bound by Kujo Rin?

Yuanhui looked at the little guy with interest.

Yes, it was true. Although it exuded a strange aura, it was extremely subtly different from [Lika] and [Good Neighborliness].

The difference between the two is a bit like artificial rubber and natural rubber...