I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

The director thought with some dissatisfaction.

After Yamashita Che was sent to Osaka Detention Center, Yusuke Baba repeatedly caused trouble for him.

But this idiot seems to have some connection with the Wen Yihui on the peninsula, so it's no wonder he would do such a thing.

It is better to have less trouble than more. We can get rid of this hot potato, Shanxia Che, tomorrow. Instead of looking for trouble and creating unnecessary complications at this time.

Isn't this causing trouble for the director?

After being severely scolded, Yusuke Baba could only curse inwardly and lock the door again.

Silent all night.

The next morning, when it was still dim, Yamashita Che was awakened, handcuffed and taken out of the detention center.

Waiting outside were two police cars sent from the Penitentiary.

The reason for leaving so early is to avoid attracting attention and avoid the eyes and ears of the media as much as possible.

After getting in the car, Yamashita Che sat in the back seat of the next police car with a police officer sitting next to him.

The terrain on the east side of Osaka is relatively flat, while the terrain on the west side is significantly higher and has many slopes, which is also the origin of the name Osaka (大坂).

Osaka has many rivers and is known as the Water City. Osaka in the Edo period was called "Eight Hundred and Eight Bridges".

"In another five minutes, we will pass the Dotonbori River."

Yamashita Che's eyes flashed, and the place he had planned to escape for the night was right here.

Magnetic escape, activate!

Yamashita Che's right hand was pressed implicitly on the carriage.

The chassis of the car began to be filled with magnetism, and some gravel along the way was gradually absorbed by it.

When the police car drove onto a bridge over the Dotonbori River, the driver began to realize that something was wrong.

"Why does it feel a bit slow? Is there something wrong with the engine?"

As they were about to reach the shore, the driver didn't pay much attention.

The amount of sand and gravel accumulated on the chassis of the car was already enough. Yamashita Che took a deep breath and clenched his right hand tightly!

The whole car suddenly lost control, crashed into the guardrail on the bridge, and fell into the Dotonbori River.

"boom!"

Another police car driving ahead stopped immediately, and several police officers got out and rushed to the gap and looked down.

"There was a car accident!"

"Call the police!"

Because it was not far from the shore, some citizens who were doing morning exercises discovered the car accident and made a lot of noise and complained loudly.

The car did not fall into the Dotonbori River in an instant, but sank slowly into the river.

"Pfft."

Within a minute, several heads suddenly emerged from the river and swam towards the shore using dog paddle or other swimming styles.

The police officers guarding the bridge were overjoyed.

"Come up, come up!"

The onlookers on the shore also cheered.

"You're all okay, that's great! Wait a minute, I'll call an ambulance."

After the staff of another police car met up with the officers who fell into the water, someone looked around and said anxiously:

"Is there one missing? Where's Yamashita Che?"

"How can I care about him at this time?"

"How could he possibly escape? Yamashita Che's hands are cuffed. He's dead!"

After the car fell into the water, the possibility of survival was not high. It was a miracle that all the police officers in the car were safe and sound.

And Yamashita Che can only wish for the best...

Forget it. With hands cuffed and the car falling into the river, even a world swimming champion would be dead.

We can only pray that his body will not be washed away by the river and cause trouble for subsequent salvage work.

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Half a day later, on a street in a residential area in Naniwa District.

Yamashita Che, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt and tan overalls, with a mask on his face, walked on the road with his head down.

After dropping out of the private Doshisha University because he couldn't afford the tuition, Yamashita Che served in the Maritime Self-Defense Force for a period of time to make a living, and he was quite good at swimming.

To him who could use magnetic escape, metal handcuffs were no better than paper ones.

The half-worn clothes he was wearing were discarded clothes he found at a garbage station.

“Is the death sentence for Yamashita Che too harsh?”

When passing by a newsstand, Yamashita Che was attracted by an interview broadcast on TV inside.

The person being interviewed was the Osaka High Court judge who presided over the second instance.

"The mainstream opinion in the judicial community is that the final sentence will be between 20 years in prison and life imprisonment. There are people who question whether your judgment is inappropriate, and there is also criticism on the Internet." asked the beautiful announcer in a small suit.

Japan's death penalty sentencing standards are based on the Nagayama criteria, which means that the death penalty will be imposed only for killing three or more people. Generally speaking, only those who have committed a tragic crime that has caused a sensation in society will be sentenced to death.

Yamashita Che only killed one person, and the probability of him being sentenced to death in Japan is basically zero.

Even considering the special status of the deceased, the result of the second trial surprised many legal experts.

"It has been more than a year since the announcement of the existence of supernatural beings. The increase in vicious crimes is obvious to all. In order to deter potential criminals, a heavier sentence is necessary."

The second-instance judge said sternly to the camera:

"I know the verdict will cause great controversy, but I cannot just think about myself. Legal workers must not only uphold justice, but also correct people's hearts and eliminate improper practices!"

"I remind the public once again that Yamashita Che is not a hero, but a criminal!"

Yamashita Che sneered, and while listening, he lowered his head and glanced at the newspapers spread out outside the newsstand.

Neither television nor print media reported the news about the car overturning and falling into the water on Dotonbori River.

I don’t know if it’s too late or there’s some other hidden story.

Yamashita Che lowered his eyes. The front-page headlines of all major newspapers were the same:

"The Tragedy in the Cult Village!!!"

Shan Xia Che was slightly speechless, then glanced at the time.

2023 7 Month 29 Day.

Calculating the time, the cult village incident did happen in the past few days.

Human sacrifice, cannibalistic monsters, pure yet depraved witches and prostitutes, the newspapers used all sorts of bizarre, terrifying yet eye-catching words to vividly describe the details.

Not only is the death toll in the cult village higher than that of the Wujiashan incident (the official announcement stated 61 people), it is also clearly related to the extraordinary. The plot is tortuous, so it is no wonder that all major media outlets have reported on this matter at length.

Moreover, there is an organization secretly working behind the cult village incident.

Lord Shadow, one of the Five Kage, is the protagonist of the cult village incident. By now, he should have entered the king's sight.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Because Yamashita Che stayed in the newsstand for too long, just looking but not buying, the owner coughed a few times impatiently, interrupting Yamashita Che's thoughts.

Yamashita Che showed a bit of embarrassment on his face. He felt his pocket and found that there was no money in the clothes he picked up.

Penniless, he touched his nose and walked away in shame.

Yamashita Che was pondering in his mind what to do next while walking towards the suburbs of Osaka.

Turning a corner, I suddenly heard a loud noise:

"No, I don't want it! Thank you!"

I saw an old lady holding a stack of flyers and stuffing them into the hands of a white-collar woman:

"Our sect is an orthodox sect that was inspired by the Lord of Mount Tai. Our founder listened to the revelation of the Lord of Mount Tai and gave the gospel to save the world."

A flyer fell from the old lady's hand, flew down the mountain with the wind, and was grabbed by him.

On the crudely made flyer was a statue of the Lord of Mount Tai, but his face had been photoshopped into an old face that Shanxia Che still remembered clearly and wanted to bite his bones and whip his corpse.

Yamashita Che looked at the old lady with a cold gaze.

I didn’t expect to meet followers of Wen Yihui here.

This church actually dares to preach in broad daylight.

After Yamashita Che personally sought the position of Prime Minister, the Bunichi Society was suddenly exposed to the whole world and became one of the most powerful and notorious cults in Japan. Bigwigs in the political and business circles rushed to cut ties with it and distance themselves from it.

This was also a heavy blow to Wen Yihui. For a while, the cult could only shrink into a corner with its tail between its legs and lick its wounds.

But after the advent of the extraordinary era, Wen Yihui was still ready to make trouble.

"Why do monsters return to the human world? Because there are too many sins in this world! There was the Sapporo disaster a year ago and the eruption of Mount Fuji. They were all because modern people have lost their awe of the gods and the punishment sent down by the gods. Only by joining a cult can you escape judgment." The old lady preached passionately with spit flying.

Yamashita Che listened with his ears tilted, and a murderous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yamashita Che naturally knew everything about his archenemy Wen Yihui, which was a cult based on monotheism as its core doctrine.

But after the Lord of Mount Tai came into being, Wen Yihui also kept up with the times and took advantage of the popularity of this great god.

The doctrine, which was already ridiculous to begin with, became even more absurd and ridiculous.

Wen Yihui was just like a cockroach, taking advantage of the popularity of the Supernormal Era to proliferate wildly in Japan, causing chaos and countless victims.

The mission the king entrusted to me is to clear out this garbage!

However, the vast majority of these grassroots believers have gone astray and are victims, and the ones who truly deserve to die are the leadership of the cult.

"I'm in a hurry."

The female office worker waved her hand in disgust and refused.

Other passers-by also hurried away in fear.

The old lady looked at me as if she was ungrateful and picked up the flyers scattered on the ground in anger.

He raised his head to search for the target, and Yamashita Che, who was standing aside and did not leave, attracted the attention of the aunt.

Although she was not the kind of woman who could marry to the peninsula to atone for her original sin, and her appearance was as shabby as that of a tramp, at least she was strong and had some strength, which could be useful.

"Young man, you must have gone through a lot of confusion and suffering. Our sect will guide all the lost lambs."

Seeing the situation, the aunt changed her tone and preached to Shan Xia Che:

"In order to celebrate the death sentence of the devil Shan Xia Che, our Osaka Diocese will hold a grand ceremony to provide free drinking water to everyone. Young man, if you are interested, you can come and take a look."

"Yamashita Che's death sentence..."

Yamashita Che, who was wearing a mask, had a sarcastic look in his eyes.

"Auntie, I am very 'interested' in your teachings."

"Really? You are so lucky."

Finally someone was moved, and the aunt couldn't help but get excited, dancing and saying:

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. This ceremony is really different. The Fifth Holy Son of the Patriarch will also be present!"

"That's really..."

Shan Xia Che's eyes suddenly lit up, flickering with dark and cold flames.

"Great!"

Chapter 344 Chapter 345 Fraud

In the Naniwa district, the night gradually spreads inside the venue of the Bunichikai.

"How come only so many pots were sold, and not even a single book was sold?"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and all branded clothes was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the account book in his hand.