From Earthbound Spirit to Tokyo Evil

Of course, the leading car was still a black off-road vehicle.

"This way, there won't be any dispersion of power," said M. "Everyone just has to do their job. There's enough space, and it's much more comfortable to stay up there."

The seats inside the car have been removed and arranged into an office space, with an office area, a rest area, and a computer workstation in the middle of the car. The entire car body has been bulletproofed, with two shooting positions in the front, middle and rear, and an opening in the upper middle that can be used as an escape door and sniper position. There is even a small weapons storage hidden in the lower part of the car body.

She assigned Tachibana Hiroichi to drive the car, with two Overwatch agents beside him. Sasaki, Aoshima, and Sugishita were assigned to guard the car with four other Overwatch agents, while Kimoto, Inaba, and Hyakume were assigned to be her personal guards and to operate the computer workstation as her assistants, helping her analyze and process information.

"I think everyone has no objection to this arrangement?" M said.

No one stood up to object, but Inaba Rika felt a little guilty. This arrangement did not give any chance of escaping the battlefield. Moreover, this bus was too eye-catching no matter how you looked at it. Could it be that she had already considered Lord Haitai's thoughts in advance?

"Well, Tachibana, drive back to the Watcher headquarters," said M. "Let's solve the problems we should solve."

Chapter 108 Two sides

The car quickly drove into the Imperial Palace safely and stopped directly in front of the gate of the Omiya Palace.

"Kimoto and Inaba, come with me. The others will stay in this car and wait for orders." said M. "Just tell them if you need anything."

Inaba became more and more helpless, feeling that it would be difficult for him to strictly follow the orders of the Lord God.

She could only comfort herself that this mission would not be completed in a short time. As long as she had enough patience, she should be able to find an opportunity?

Watching their figures disappear into the house, Sasaki Daisuke stood up and walked around in the car. He wanted to get out of the car to move around, but was stopped by the watchman: "This is the Imperial Palace, don't walk around, just move around in the car."

"Is it not possible to go to the toilet?" Daisuke Sasaki couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go with you." the other party said immediately.

Such an attitude immediately made Sasaki and Qingdao angry: "What? Aren't we guards but prisoners?"

"This is the Imperial Palace." The other party just said calmly. "As a Japanese, you don't want to offend the nobles, right?"

"Forget it, forget it, just get over it for now." Tachibana Hiroichi hurried out to smooth things over. As members of the Akasaka group, they were used to the arrogance and unreasonableness of the Watchers members, but the people of the Corpse Agency had no idea about this.

He could already foresee that the cooperation between the two parties would definitely not be pleasant.

"I'm not going!" Daisuke Sasaki said angrily.

The other party sneered and returned to his companions.

Sasaki sat down next to Sugishita, only to see him fiddling with his phone.

"how?"

"No signal." Sugishita said.

"This car should have been specially treated to prevent spirits from invading it," Tachibana Hirokazu said immediately. "If you want to make a call, you can use the special phone in the car."

"Ishino was killed in the car? Hasn't his car been treated like this?" Qingdao asked.

Tachibana Koichi didn't really want to talk about this, but he didn't want the Corpse Agency to have more misunderstandings about being excluded: "His car has also been specially treated, but the load capacity of a small car is limited, and it is definitely impossible to reach the level of a large vehicle."

"Akasaka's cars all look the same, right?" Qingdao looked outside through the laminated glass. "Is the license plate also special? How did the other party find him?"

Tachibana Hirokazu couldn't answer this question, but Sugishita said it for him: "There must be an insider in this matter, and his level is not low. There shouldn't be many people who can accurately grasp the time when Ishino got off the plane and the information of the car he took, right?"

Tachibana Hirokazu could only nod.

This is also the point that makes him and Mu Yuan most angry.

There is a spy from the Styx Society inside Akasaka. This was mentioned by Mukuei a long time ago, and Ishino Shinjiro and Kuroda Koji have been investigating it, but to no avail.

This made Ishino's death seem even more like a slap in the face to them.

"Wouldn't it be enough to list the people who might have obtained these two pieces of information and had the chance to leak them out and investigate them one by one?" Sasaki asked immediately.

"Someone should have been investigating it." Tachibana Hirokazu could only answer vaguely.

"There are currently fourteen suspects." Baimu suddenly said at this time.

"Huh?" People looked up in surprise.

"The permission level of this workstation is very high." Baimu said. "But it is very easy to crack."

A few of them were stunned for a moment, then blocked the view of the watchers.

"Check it carefully to see if there is any other information worth paying attention to." Qingdao lowered his voice. "Guys like you must always carry a storage device with you, right?"

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"Impossible." J glanced at Inaba and Kimoto who were sitting outside and flatly rejected M's request.

"Don't reject me so quickly." M said leisurely. "At least talk to me a few more times and be more enthusiastic before rejecting me."

"What do you want to do?" Her attitude made J confused.

"Of course, to do what is in the interest of the Watchers," M replied. "Do you think I went to them just for my own safety?"

"You don't think they can see through that?"

"It all depends on who is smarter and can use the conditions at hand to create a situation that is favorable to him." M said. "If Mukuroki doesn't take action himself, there is no reason for me to lose to a reporter, two fired police officers, a fool and a nerd. If he takes action himself, then why not give him these conditions?"

"I won't take the blame for you." said J.

"I never expected this," said M. "I just want to know, what are you going to do? The Styx will most likely change its mode of action. If they start to specifically target important figures in the political and business circles, what are you going to do?"

Her question made J irritated, and he suddenly threw the decorations on the table and smashed them against the wall, startling Inaba and Kimoto who were sitting outside through the glass.

"Akasaka is no longer useful in this situation. We need the intelligence capabilities of the Skeleton Society, even if it's just spies." M said dimly. "With them at the forefront, things are much simpler."

"Not necessarily." J suddenly said. "Rather than loosen restrictions on this guy, I would rather use someone else."

His words shocked M: "You don't want those guys to come from China, do you? A will never allow it!"

"How can I get those guys out of A's sight?" said J. "Compared to that, there are easier ways. Just wait and see."

"As long as you don't go crazy." said M.

She quickly stood up and walked out of the room, "We'll talk when you calm down, J."

"Just give up." J said loudly.

"Let's go." M then said to Inaba and Kimoto.

"You two..." asked Inaba Rika.

"It happens all the time." M waved his hand nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter. If it doesn't make sense once, we can try it twice. One day he'll understand."

"What about us now?"

"Let's go to Akasaka Palace." said M. "You don't think I'd share a house here with a stinky man like him, do you?"

Inaba Rika was a little stunned.

Whether it was the Imperial Palace or the Akasaka Imperial Land, in her heart, they were both sacred and inviolable areas belonging to the royal family. But to these guys from the Watchers, they were like their own hotels, where they could come and go as they pleased.

In this case, what exactly is going on with the royal family... She didn't dare to imagine it any further and forced herself to start thinking about other issues.

"The defense of Akasaka Palace..." Kimoto was thinking about a more direct issue with them.

"It's not as good as here, but it's the royal family's place after all, so we have to take necessary defensive measures." M replied. "Kimoto, Inaba, let's plan carefully and come up with some results to show these stinky men! If we can solve the problem before J, then the Skeleton Society's business won't be an obstacle at all."

Chapter 109 Yokosuka Devil

“It’s really disgusting.”

After listening to the report that Rika Inaba made in a short opportunity to be outdoors, Natsukawa couldn't help but have a strong desire to disguise himself as Styx and kill M.

However, things haven't come to this point yet.

His thoughts could not enter the specially modified bus, nor could they enter the modified house. This prevented him from simply invading Tokyo Watch through Rika Inaba and others to obtain intelligence. He could only obtain a small amount of information from Rika Inaba during the short time she was away.

Under such circumstances, the interference he can provide is very limited, and how far things will develop basically depends on what the people of the Corpse Organization can do themselves.

This is good, so he doesn't have to go to see them all the time, and then go to work as a nanny out of worry. If jade is not polished, it will not be made into a useful object. Since he has decided to do this, there is no need to be nagging.

"The principle remains unchanged. You should prioritize your own safety," he said to Inaba Rika. "If you feel it is necessary, you can terminate the mission at any time. You don't need to consider the reaction of the Watchers."

However, since M has come this far, he doesn't mind going a little further.

"I'm going to go out for a while." He said to Yui Aoki and Rena Kawaguchi who were reading. "I may not be back tonight."

"Be careful on the road." said Yui Aoki.

But Kawaguchi Reina rolled her eyes and said, "I wish you good luck in martial arts."

Xia Chuan glared at her unhappily, waved at them, opened the door and walked out.

This light bulb is really... Although it was Yui who forced her to come here, can't she find an excuse on her own?

While thinking about this question, Xia Chuan walked downstairs. When he walked out of the door, he had turned into an ordinary young man with blond hair, one of the neon signs that can be seen everywhere on the street.

"Asakawa Manabu, pull up the candidate's information."

"Yes." Asakawa Manabu started to operate immediately. Natsukawa temporarily transferred his thoughts through the magatama on his chest and quickly selected a person.

Jiro Matsuo, 67 years old, is an extreme anti-American fighter. Because his only daughter committed suicide after being raped by American soldiers, he has been involved in various anti-American activities since more than 20 years ago. He often holds up signs such as "American soldiers get out of Japan" outside the US consulate and US military bases. He has also appeared on TV, newspapers and magazines as a victim's family member.

But because of the special relationship between Japan and the United States, people like him are actually just tools of high-level game playing. When needed, they are pushed out as the benchmark of US military atrocities, and when not needed, they are thrown aside and ignored. They are even included in the police's key prevention list.

The photo should have been taken several years ago when he was arrested for vandalism. He was short and looked gloomy and full of anger.

"He is also on Akasaka's watch list. They probably think that if someone like him commits suicide out of hatred, there is a high possibility that he will become an evil spirit. According to the records, someone should regularly send him some food and daily necessities, and talk to him to resolve his anger. However, the effect does not seem to be ideal."

"That's him." Xia Chuan said.

Asakawa Manabu immediately pulled up his latest address.

Xia Chuan called a taxi directly, changed directions several times, and it took about two hours to reach his residence in Yokosuka, a dilapidated old-style apartment.

It is not far from the US Naval Base, and you can even see the shadow of the US Naval Base from afar across the sea through the rear window.

Xia Chuan sent a crow to fly in through the window. After making sure that there was no one in the room, he used the earth escape technique to move in directly.

Empty bottles and garbage bags were scattered all over the floor, and dirty clothes were thrown randomly in the corners, making it look very messy. On the table by the window were piled many newspaper clippings and other things, almost all of which were related to the evil deeds and accidents of the US military in Neon. Because there were too many contents, many of them were directly piled on the floor. In the corner were unfinished placards and paint buckets. It was obvious that he was waiting for the next opportunity to demonstrate in front of the US military base.

But that's all.

Xia Chuan didn't even see any photos or reports related to his daughter in the room. It had been more than 20 years since the incident. Perhaps for him, opposing the United States had become a part of his life. The things he encountered for resisting the atrocities of the US military had become the fuel of his hatred, and the things about his daughter had faded.

Will he have enough willpower?

Xia Chuan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, but there weren't many people living around this house, so even if he failed, it wouldn't cause much damage.

He was in no mood to wait here, so he simply went to hang out in the bar street where he had been once before in spirit form.

Nothing seemed to have changed: the bars and restaurants that served the US military, the armored vehicles and military police at the intersections, all gave a strong sense of déjà vu.

Xia Chuan even went to the underworld agency that he had cheated, but the place was deserted. Judging from the outside, it seemed that no one had been working there for a long time.

He searched online for a nearby famous restaurant, went in and tried the so-called standard American steak and other dishes, but the result was quite unpalatable. This made him wonder if the reason why this restaurant was so popular was probably just because Japanese people admired the American military.

He wandered around the area for a while, trying his luck to see if he could come across a more suitable experimental subject, but in the end, he returned to his previous house around nine o'clock.

Jiro Matsuo has returned.

The lights were on, but he was already drunk and fell directly on the tatami.

Like mud.

Xia Chuan frowned slightly and entered directly into his dream.

A few minutes later, Jiro Matsuo's body struggled violently. He woke up screaming and rushed to the toilet to vomit frantically until he had vomited out everything in his stomach. His mind gradually regained clarity and he slowly crawled out of the toilet.

But his movements froze immediately.

The low table that was previously placed next to the window had been moved to the center of the room, facing the only lamp.

The dirty lampshade disappeared, and under the light, the things that were originally piled on the low table had long disappeared. Instead, there was a wooden carved evil ghost mask and a short knife that was only fifty or sixty centimeters long.

Matsuo Jiro woke up suddenly and took a few steps back in fright, but the room was so small that he could see clearly at a glance that there was no one and nothing.

The originally blurred image of the nightmare seemed to become clear again. Matsuo Jiro hesitated for a moment, crawled to the front of the low table, looked at the mask and dagger that suddenly appeared, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

Chapter 110 Yokosuka Devil (2)