I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

I remembered the golden lotus that emerged from the ground mentioned in the report, which miraculously cured the diseases of the onlookers, and it was exactly the same as the stone bowl in front of the Buddha.

Could it be that the huge stone Buddha and the stone bowl in front of the Buddha are one and the same?

Inspector Matsuura swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but look at the stone Buddha's empty right palm.

Indeed, it would appear more natural if some ritual implements were placed on it.

However, the stone Buddha's right palm is large enough to hold a car, which is not proportional to the size of the stone bowl in front of the Buddha.

"Which deity was it that gave Kanhara a dream? Forget it. Let's leave these complicated matters to the scholars in the expert group to consider."

Inspector Matsuura frowned, looked at Kanhara Yuji who was standing aside without saying a word, and said with a smile:

"Inspector Kanhara, you've only been at Sensō-ji for a few days, and you've already given our Metropolitan Police Department such a big surprise. You must have a deep affinity with Buddhism!"

The Zen faith of several other monks in Sensō-ji Temple could not help but waver and they began to doubt themselves.

Golden lotus emerges from the ground. This is a grand scene of great powers chanting sutras in Buddhist stories.

How can it be repaired?

I have been practicing Buddhism for decades, so why has the Buddha never appeared in my dreams?

Could it be that this lay Buddhist Shenyuan, who is not very enlightened in his practice, really has extraordinary wisdom and is a living Buddha?

Kanhara Yuji touched his thick and fluffy long hair, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he smiled awkwardly.

"That deity must have given me some enlightenment out of respect for Saint Monk Lu."

Inspector Matsuura glanced at the other monks and gave a hint to a few men in black suits. The abbot of Sensō-ji Temple and several monks were politely asked to leave. It was obvious that he didn't want them to hear the subsequent conversation.

"Is that all the warning that nameless deity gave you... or should I say, to us?"

"Yes."

Inspector Matsuura nodded, looking thoughtful.

'In the year of the devil, heaven and earth undergo great changes, and demons and evil spirits appear in the world.'

According to the expert group, this is most likely referring to a series of unusual events that occurred after 1992.

This is a consensus within the Metropolitan Police Department. Supernatural beings may have a long history, hidden behind myths and legends since ancient times, but they can be said to have disappeared before 1998, otherwise modern civilization would not have been able to develop to this point.

In 1909, for unknown reasons, Pandora's box was opened, and monsters and evil spirits began to appear in Japan.

Soon after, those extraordinary beings hidden behind myths and legends began to revive and step into the mortal world.

Although the Metropolitan Police Department has established some hypotheses based on the conversations between the extraordinary beings in the celestial realm, they are only a glimpse of the whole picture.

Who told those extraordinary people to be like riddlers, who like to tell half the truth and hide the other half? The expert group can only scratch their heads, rack their brains, and guess and guess.

The complete asymmetry of intelligence has caused the Metropolitan Police Department a lot of trouble.

But there is nothing to be done. The extraordinary beings in the celestial realm have neither the obligation nor the interest to have long talks with the Metropolitan Police Department and share information.

And the nameless god or Buddha who came to the dream this time may be a turning point.

"As long as you sacrifice the monster to the stone Buddha, you can communicate with the nameless god and Buddha and receive his blessing."

Inspector Matsuura looked at Kanhara Yuji with a serious face and said, "Inspector Kanhara, let me confirm it one last time. Is this correct?"

"Yes!"

Kanhara Yuji also realized the seriousness of the problem and replied with gritted teeth.

"Ok, I see."

Upon hearing this, Superintendent Matsuura not only showed no joy, but instead looked stern and solemn.

Although the nameless gods and Buddhas showed off their Buddhist magical powers of making golden lotus emerge from the ground and healing patients, and hinted that they were related to the holy monks on earth, it is hard to tell whether they are true or false, or good or evil.

Of course, the Metropolitan Police Department would not be so simple as to believe in an unknown supernatural being.

Some demons disguise themselves as good gods, use sweet words and persuasion, and take advantage of mortals to achieve their ulterior motives. This is common in mythologies around the world.

What about not being able to bear to see the lives of the people destroyed, what about protecting all living beings? It sounds better than singing, but who knows whether behind the sacred and brilliant Buddha's light, there is a fur-drinking and blood-eating evil god hidden.

If you rashly offer sacrifices to Him, you might summon some unspeakable monster.

But at least He required the sacrifice to be the monsters that harmed the human world. If it was humans, then they would definitely be monsters in Buddha's guise.

Well, that’s not the case. Some sects of Tantric Buddhism seem to have rituals of sacrificing living people.

The Metropolitan Police Department is still very wary of nameless gods and Buddhas. After all, this is Tokyo. If a major disaster like Sapporo happens again and the center explodes, the country will be doomed.

If such a huge stone Buddha were not too large and difficult to handle, the Metropolitan Police Department would have moved it out of Tokyo as soon as possible.

Although Sensō-ji Temple is located in Taito Ward, its proximity to Chiyoda Ward and Chuo Ward makes it difficult for people to sleep and eat.

In any case, the Metropolitan Police Department would never easily offer sacrifices to the nameless stone Buddha.

At least not now.

But if forced into a desperate situation, let alone sacrificing monsters, even sacrificing living people is not out of the question.

Japan has a population of 120 million, and there are many "volunteers" willing to sacrifice themselves generously on the streets.

"Inspector Kanhara, the Metropolitan Police Department has issued an order that your training at Sensō-ji Temple has ended. Congratulations, you have officially been promoted to inspector."

After taking out his cell phone and looking at it for a few seconds, Inspector Matsuura said to Kanhara Yuji with a smile.

Kanhara Yuji couldn't help but feel excited. He was promoted twice in just one month. Even the elites in the professional group couldn't be promoted so quickly.

"Inspector Kanhara, if nothing unexpected happens, I'll need your guidance for the next period of time."

"Um, Inspector Uchiha, aren't you searching Section 4 right now?"

Kanhara Yuji hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Although he only worked under Uchiha Senmon for a short time, Kanhara Yuji had a good impression of his old boss.

"Inspector Uchiha is now suspended for investigation."

A gloomy look appeared on Inspector Matsuura's face, and he spoke in a complicated tone.

"How could this be?" Kanhara Yuji couldn't help but exclaim.

Inspector Matsuura wanted to say something more, but at this moment, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

A text message from the Metropolitan Police Department made his face change.

"Damn it! This is a provocation!"

"What happened again?"

Inspector Matsuura's face turned pale and he said:

"Akatsuki has actually sent a warning letter to the Metropolitan Police Department, saying they will take away the stone bowl in front of the Buddha tomorrow!"

Chapter 281 Chapter 282 The Cunning Rabbit Has Three Burrows

A secret base in Yokosuka Port, Kanagawa Prefecture.

An American soldier with the rank of lieutenant general, a hooked nose and gloomy eyes, was surrounded by a group of armed guards and scientific researchers in white coats, observing the scene in the laboratory through thick bulletproof glass.

"General William, this is the result of the third phase of the artificial superhuman project: the superhero 'Wolverine'."

In a laboratory decorated in all white like a hospital ward, there was a teenage girl in a blue and white hospital gown. She looked like a puppet, with empty black eyes, sitting at the table.

“Ding, ding, ding——”

The broadcast in the ward began with a monotonous and unnatural metallic knocking sound. The girl's pupils dilated reflexively and her face lit up.

"Angelica, the show can begin."

A magnetic, deep male voice came from the radio.

The girl nodded, picked up a piece of wood about one foot square and one centimeter thick from the table with her right hand, and placed the index finger of her other hand on the wood.

"puff!"

I saw a bone claw shot out from the fingertips and pierced through the wooden board.

Then he cut down, effortlessly slicing the board in half like a hot knife through butter.

In the end, the bony claws retracted back into the fingertips, leaving the flesh intact.

"General William, the third phase has been successful!"

The gray-haired and highly respected project manager said this with a proud look on his face.

"That's all? It might as well be a fruit knife."

General William frowned and looked dissatisfied.

The one codenamed Wolverine is a Type A who can manipulate bones. The bone armor on his body cannot be penetrated even by heavy weapons, and the bone spurs ejected from it can easily penetrate steel plates dozens of centimeters thick.

Compared to it, the experimental subject is insignificant.

"General William, although the third stage does not yet have actual combat capabilities, it has already overcome the problems of physical collapse and bone hyperplasia caused by rejection. This is a qualitative change!"

The project manager was afraid that General William might be dissatisfied, so he cut the funding for the experimental project, took out a report and hurriedly explained.

"This is Angelica's physical examination report. Her bone density is 2.6 times that of people of the same age, and her physical fitness is close to that of a well-trained adult female athlete..."

General William pushed the report aside without even looking at it, and stared directly into the project manager's eyes with his eagle-like sharp eyes:

"I want more useful results! Can you give me a clear answer?"

"Yes! We can enter the fourth stage soon."

The project manager gritted his teeth and patted his chest to assure;

"As long as we have Dr. Satomi's healing skills, the fourth stage will definitely be successful!"

"This is the best news I have heard in recent days."

After learning that the landing ship was attacked by a sea monster on Ghost Island and finally sunk by an unknown long-range attack, General William, who had been gloomy on his face, finally smiled.

"Tell me honestly, how much contribution did the super-powered doctor make to the experimental project?"

The project manager hesitated for a while before saying:

"If it weren't for Dr. Satomi, I might, probably, perhaps, still be stuck in the second stage like before."

"Which means that without Dr. Satomi, the superhero project will inevitably fail, right?"

"Ah."

The project manager responded reluctantly.

General William had a thoughtful look on his face.

He glanced at the girl sitting blankly in the laboratory and asked casually, "By the way, why do you give volunteers names? This is not a good idea."

"This is advice given by a psychologist. It helps stabilize the emotions of the volunteers."

The project manager's eyes flickered a few times and he said.

In fact, the laboratory has been using psychiatric drugs and psychological hypnosis to brainwash the volunteers, so that the volunteers are so obedient and cooperate with them in human experiments.

"Amen."

General William was not unaware of the situation. He lowered his eyes, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and then his eyes flashed with ferocity.

"I will prepare the funds, equipment, and 'volunteers' you requested as soon as possible."

"Thank you, General."

The project manager's face immediately lit up.

A few minutes later, General William returned to his office at the secret base in Yokosuka Port, and sat on his desk with his hands folded and his chin supported, thinking.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

A young man dressed as a secretary said respectfully while holding his cell phone:

"General, the Superintendent General reports to you, do you need to send reinforcements to prevent the Akatsuki organization from stealing the Buddha's stone bowl?"

The news that Ah Fei of the Akatsuki organization sent a letter of warning to retrieve the stone bowl in front of the Buddha was reported to Yokosuka Port immediately.

General William sneered contemptuously and said: