From Earthbound Spirit to Tokyo Evil

Xia Chuan was waiting quietly in the empty house next door.

What was placed on Jiro Matsuo's desk was naturally not the ghost mask and demon sword that he had given to Ichiryu Kiryu before, but a replica of the ghost mask and demon sword that he made using the same principle as that used to make the bronze mirror and peach wood sword.

For those who had a weak will, two possible outcomes would have occurred. Either they would have been directly blown up by the resentment attached to the ghost mask and become a part of its power, or they would have become a monster that only knew how to kill and destroy and completely lost their sanity.

When making the replica, Xia Chuan made some adjustments to the spiritual power pathways in the ghost mask according to his understanding and speculation, and conducted several unsuccessful experiments on the Yakuza and the bikers, and then made further modifications.

Although the mask he made of ordinary cypress wood had some spiritual power attached to it and also gathered some resentment due to his previous failures, its power was definitely much weaker than the original.

Then correspondingly, the willpower requirements for the user should be much lower?

Xia Chuan felt that this time he should succeed. Even if he failed, he would not explode again, but would turn him into a killing monster. In that case, although it would be a little troublesome, taking him to the bar street would at least not make his time invested that day go to waste.

The hints in the dream should be enough. Next, it depends on what choice he makes.

The effect of actively wearing the ghost mask should be completely different from wearing it passively. Although there is no direct evidence to prove this, Xia Chuan believes that this should be part of the secret of the ghost mask.

The crow stood outside the window, monitoring the movements in the room as Xiachuan's eyes.

Jiro Matsuo's breathing became more and more rapid. After a few minutes, he finally reached out and grabbed the dagger. Then, after some hesitation, he still grabbed the mask with his trembling left hand, gritted his teeth, and slowly put it on his face.

The changes came as expected. The wooden mask seemed to suddenly come to life. Just as it stuck to Matsuo Jiro's face, countless vine-like tentacles suddenly stretched out and pierced his face mercilessly, tightly hooking his flesh and sucking his blood. At the same time, they also sent the spiritual power and resentment contained in them into his brain and his body, causing him to begin to change.

Jiro Matsuo screamed in pain, but his old and weak body and will could not bear such great pain, and he lost consciousness in just a few seconds.

Failed again?

Natsukawa couldn't help but sigh, but at this moment, Matsuo Jiro's body miraculously sat up again.

Unlike the genuine ghost mask, it did not blend into the user's face and almost become one with it. The replica ghost mask was still a conspicuous wooden mask structure, but it was also firmly bound to Matsuo Jiro. The horns on the mask penetrated his forehead and turned into larger and sharper horns behind his head, while his body became strong and solid, full of power and destructive power.

Natsukawa had been paying attention to his consciousness. The strange thing was that he did not seem to have completely turned into a monster driven by bloodlust, but he did not seem to have the consciousness of Matsuo Jiro himself. Instead, he seemed to be a weird combination of subconscious, instinct and obsession. After a brief struggle, he regained control of his body and acted quickly.

This abnormal state made Xia Chuan not take action immediately, but follow him from a distance.

However, he did not rush directly to the US military base or the streets where US troops were present as Xia Chuan expected. Instead, under the cover of darkness, he quickly moved through the residential area along the shadows of the houses.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at a high-end apartment in Yokosuka. Jiro Matsuo quickly climbed up the outer wall of the building and climbed into a house on the ninth floor from the balcony.

Xia Chuan quickly found the person who lived there through the mailbox on the first floor.

Abe Kazuhito.

"Check this person." He immediately gave the order to Asakawa Manabu.

The owner of the house should not have slept yet at this time, but after putting on the ghost mask, Matsuo Jiro was no longer someone that ordinary people could resist. Asakawa Manabu had just found out the information about Abe Kazuhito, and Matsuo Jiro had already quickly climbed down from upstairs and continued to move quickly in the dark.

Xia Chuan commanded the crow to fly up, the glass shattered, the room was covered in blood, the bodies were almost torn to pieces, the scene was quite tragic.

"He was the prosecutor in the case of Matsuo Jiro's daughter and is currently a senior advisor to the Yokohama District Public Prosecutors Office."

It turned out to be the case.

Natsukawa continued to follow from a distance, watching Matsuo Jiro moving through the night and following the same method, killing two other public officials related to the case of that year.

Unfortunately, more than 20 years have passed, and the perpetrators have probably already returned to the United States.

Just as Xia Chuan was wondering who he would take revenge on, his figure was finally seen by passers-by. However, he did not pounce on the woman and kill her because of her scream. Instead, he fled the place at a faster speed.

A moment later, he lurked on the roof of a three-story building near the bar street, quietly spying on the pedestrians below.

There were many American soldiers walking around below. Xia Chuan wondered if they were looking for someone similar to the murderer from that year. At this time, he suddenly acted quietly.

No one looked up at the top of their heads. Two American soldiers walked into the alley, singing drunkenly, and started draining water against the wall. With a "ah" sound, one of them suddenly disappeared.

"Mike?" His companion scratched his head in surprise and looked around for a while. His alcohol-burned brain was unable to think about such a high-level question as where his companion had gone. The next second, he was also grabbed by the head by Matsuo Jiro, quickly dragged to the roof, and his neck was broken and thrown there.

It's like a hunt, and this place is the carefully selected hunting ground.

Six American soldiers walked into this alley one after another, most of them wanted to urinate, but only one walked into the wrong place. Without exception, all of them had their necks broken and were thrown on the roof.

Just as Matsuo Jiro was crawling on the neon sign at the entrance of the alley like a giant lizard, patiently waiting for the arrival of his seventh prey, a woman finally looked up inadvertently and saw the strange body behind the neon sign.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed immediately, which made the American soldiers around her alert immediately. They then saw the strange body quickly climbing towards the roof in the dark.

He immediately screamed, and his identity immediately attracted more attention and commotion. A moment later, the military police were also brought over.

"A humanoid monster on the neon sign? Got to the rooftop?" The gendarmes were deeply skeptical of the drunkards' confessions, but they finally found the operator of the building, asked him to bring the key, open the rooftop door and let them go up and take a look.

Xia Chuan held his breath in the crowd.

Matsuo Jiro did not leave, but lowered his body very low and lay on the roof next to the entrance.

The first gendarme stuck his head out.

With a whoosh, he was dragged out and disappeared from people's sight.

The gunfire immediately rang out wildly and chaotically.

Chapter 111 Yokosuka Devil (3)

The ghost mask imitated by Xia Chuan still retained some of the function of drawing power from the dead. After killing ten people in a short period of time, it absorbed a large amount of pain, fear, resentment and spiritual power from the dead before they died, and immediately fed it back to the wearer.

The horns on Matsuo Jiro's head became more and more numerous, his mouth became larger and larger, his teeth became sharper and sharper, and his appearance became more and more uglier and more terrifying, almost no longer recognizable as a human. His body also gradually became larger, if it were not for this, perhaps he would not have been so easily discovered.

Xia Chuan felt that his human instincts and subconsciousness were rapidly fading away. A new evil spirit's desire for killing and thirst for flesh and blood was gradually devouring his remaining sanity. His obsession with the Americans became stronger and stronger, and even became the only driving force besides the desire to kill, dominating all his actions.

After all, it is just a replica made by copying and pasting. In a sense, it can make ordinary people extraordinary.

However, this change is one-time and the cost may be a bit too high for users.

The military police had already withdrawn from the third floor and were frantically calling for support while evacuating the crowd of onlookers around.

After a series of events, people were no longer completely ignorant of the existence of supernatural phenomena. Moreover, a murder by a ghost had occurred on this bar street at the same time last year, causing people to flee frantically. However, due to the experience of the previous year's incident, many people hid in the surrounding shops in time, which greatly avoided the stampede to a certain extent.

But the evil spirit they are facing this time is not the same as before.

Jiro Matsuo waited for a while and found that no one came to him, so he quickly climbed down the outer wall of the building. After jumping several times between the neon lights, he arrived at a nearby block where no one knew what had happened and there were still lights, wine and women everywhere, and decadent music.

Two American soldiers in military uniforms were chatting loudly with a few Japanese women under a street lamp. Perhaps their position was too conspicuous, or perhaps the volume of their voices attracted Matsuo Jiro's attention. He quickly crawled along the houses on the roadside, jumped lightly onto the street lamp, and then slid down the lamppost.

The women's expressions froze for a moment, and the next moment, they screamed and fled in all directions. The American soldier with his back to the lamppost turned his head subconsciously, but saw only a mouth that was bigger than his head and full of sharp teeth.

"Crack!"

Blood gushed out, and the headless body fell to the ground after a few seconds. The American soldier next to him ran away, but it was too late. Matsuo Jiro grabbed him and pulled him in front of him as easily as a cat catching a mouse.

then……

"Crack!"

Before, Matsuo Jiro just killed those people, but from this moment on, everything became completely different.

The desire for flesh and blood and fear made it act quickly, and this time, he was no longer able to distinguish between Americans and Japanese. To him, all those who were screaming and running were just food.

He seemed to have learned by himself how to scare people and then kill them to absorb more spiritual power. He kept chasing the crowd, but only killed one person at a time.

The screams almost broke through the sky, but soon, armored vehicles came speeding from the Yokosuka Naval Port, and armed helicopters also appeared in the sky above the commercial district, and began to use searchlights to lock on Matsuo Jiro, who had completely turned into a monster, and indicate the target for the personnel on the ground.

The dull sound of the sniper rifle rang out, and Xia Chuan found the sniper on a building hundreds of meters away through the crow after a few seconds. Matsuo Jiro, who was in the commercial street, naturally had no idea where the attack came from. The bullet hit his shoulder directly, causing it to explode into a pool of rotten flesh connected to his arm. Such pain made Matsuo Jiro scream, and he had to stop chasing and devouring.

The huge sense of crisis made him instinctively flee towards his home, but this spelled the end of his life.

As soon as he left the street where a large number of US military personnel gathered, the armed helicopters no longer held back and their machine guns began to madly follow his movement trajectory and fire. He only stopped for a moment and rockets were fired at him without hesitation.

Two houses were directly blown into a sea of ​​fire. Although he kept moving irregularly subconsciously, Jiro Matsuo, who had lost his mind and turned into a monster, had no way to make a targeted response to the predicament.

He was finally hit by a bullet in the back again, and this blow almost blew his body in two, causing his movements to completely stop. The next second, dozens of shells followed one after another, tearing him into pieces.

Two rockets then hit the rooftop where he was, further consolidating the victory.

The helicopter continued to shine the searchlight on his location, and more than ten minutes later, Agent Akasaka, who had probably rushed to the scene after hearing the news, cautiously approached the area and confirmed his death from the still burning ruins.

Tangible monsters are indeed more passive than evil spirits when facing human's modern weapons. However, the power of evil spirits also has great weaknesses. Although they are terrifying killing machines to ordinary people, they only need props like the Corpse Mechanism that are specifically used to restrain spirits, and they will immediately become extremely fragile and vulnerable.

The reason why the important members of the Watchers have a lofty status is probably because their abilities can not only deal with ordinary situations, but also have great restraint against evil spirits. Combined with the powerful armament of the US military, they are enough to deal with most of the opponents on this planet.

Natsukawa waited at a distance until the fire was put out and people found Matsuo Jiro's body from the rubble.

He still looked like a monster, but the mask on his face had disappeared, and Akasaka's staff didn't seem to find it in the ruins, which led Natsukawa to conclude that it had automatically fallen off Matsuo Jiro's face after he lost consciousness and was then swallowed by the fire.

Perfect ending.

However, he quickly left this place and returned to Matsuo Jiro's home as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, the replica of the demon sword that had been ignored by both him and Matsuo Jiro was still lying in the corner of the room.

Natsukawa picked it up, looked around the room, picked up Matsuo Jiro's cell phone and called the fire department, while at the same time throwing a fireball at the newspaper clippings in the corner of the room, causing them to burn quickly.

Chapter 112: Miko Selection

"The incident resulted in eleven deaths and twenty-nine injuries. Among the dead, ten were officers and soldiers from Yokosuka Naval Base, with the highest rank being Captain Harry Bayliss." Kuroda Koji reported carefully.

J angrily flipped through the information on his PDA, and his mood became worse and worse.

"What kind of monster was the one that was shot dead? Have you found any footage of him entering the commercial street?"

Kuroda Koji hesitated, but finally said: "The autopsy report shows that the perpetrator of this attack was most likely not a monster, but a human."

"Are you crazy?" J casually flipped through the video footage from the helicopter. "How does this guy look like a human?"

"We have also repeatedly checked to see if there is something wrong, but the test of the remaining tissue shows that this guy is more than 99% likely to be a human, and a typical Japanese race." Kuroda Koji continued. "Not only that, we have received reports of three other home invasion murders in Yokosuka, and the murderer broke into the house directly from the outside and killed the victim. One of them lived on the ninth floor. Judging from the traces left at the scene, the murderer may have climbed up to the balcony with his bare hands, then broke through the glass and entered the house to commit the murder."

"What does this have to do with the High Street case?"

"We are investigating, but considering the probability, we think it is unlikely that two people appeared in Yokosuka on the same night and committed the killings separately. Judging from the time and route, he may have committed three home invasion murders before going to the commercial street to carry out the last attack."

He sent more information to the PDA in J's hand.

"We are looking for possible connections between these people. Once we have any results, I will report to you immediately!"

"The sooner the better!" said J.

He missed his previous term of office very much. At that time, there was neither the Styx Society, nor the Cheka, and there was not even the disgusting Skeleton Society. It was truly a pleasant and nostalgic time.

What on earth did K and Ishino do to turn this originally peaceful place into what it is now?

"Yes!" Kuroda Koji replied.

Just as he was about to leave, J suddenly called him again.

"I've thought about your previous proposal for a while." He weighed his words, but not for other reasons, but more for face. "If you have a more specific plan, I can make an exception and send it to the headquarters for you to see what they say."

"Yes!" Kuroda Koji was overjoyed. "I will give you the detailed plan before noon tomorrow!"

The important members of Tokyo Watch have always had a high degree of autonomy, just like K before. In fact, the disposal plan for the Skeleton Society was decided by him alone, and he simply reported it to the Watcher headquarters in North America.

With J saying this, there is a very high possibility that the shackles on Akasaka will be loosened!

For Kuroda Koji, this is really unexpected good news.

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"The shrine maiden selection ceremony?" Upon hearing the news, Natsukawa was stunned for a moment, then he recalled that it was one of the tasks he had previously assigned to Kentaro Sato.

Didn't expect it to be ready?

"Most of the candidates are students, so Kamo-no-Miyaji thinks it's better to finish the ceremony before the holiday is over." Kawaguchi Reina said while eating. "Otherwise, although the possibility is small, if someone accidentally notices that they are on leave at the same time and links them together, it may bring unnecessary risks."

Unexpectedly, because of her relationship with Aoki Yui, she got closer to the God, and they could even have lunch together every day. This made her no longer regard those candidate shrine maidens as her opponents.

The only purpose of the existence of the witch, the only way to prove her value is to please the gods. Although it is slightly different from what she expected at the beginning, she has now undoubtedly successfully entered a very close position beside the gods. From her close observation of the gods, he is definitely the type of person who complains constantly but is very protective of the people around him at critical moments.

So, in a sense, she is actually very close to achieving her goal.

Although the performance of the God was slightly different from her initial imagination, a more humane God with more flaws but more humane would definitely be much more beneficial to her than a high and mighty God.

"Aren't you their instructor? What do you think of them?" There was nothing wrong with this reason, and Xia Chuan didn't care about it. However, he suddenly thought of a selection method that was simpler than dancing the Kagura dance, and would definitely be more accurate.

Use that thing to select the girls with the highest spiritual power and the most qualifications for intensive training, but at the same time, also select the most pious girls with the highest abilities and overall qualities.

High spiritual power does not mean high IQ and EQ, Nomiya Wakana is the best example. If all the chosen shrine maidens are like her, Xiachuan would rather not do this.

"Some of the girls are really good." Kawaguchi Reina tried to appear generous and fair.

"Write a brief evaluation of each person, including personality, interpersonal skills, motivation, diligence, and piety. Ask Sato to write one as well." Xiachuan then said. "After you finish writing, we will arrange the selection ceremony."

"Yes." Kawaguchi Reina nodded.

Does this clearly place her as a sect leader on an equal footing with Kentaro Sato?