Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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However, Dou Tang was naturally unaware of all this. He simply sighed and absorbed the aura of the Green Ghost into his own power—though he felt no strangeness whatsoever.

After finishing all this and hastily washing himself, he stepped out of the bath, only to be drawn to the sound of a cat meowing behind him.

He turned around and saw a black cat standing on the courtyard wall, licking its front paws.

Dou Tang raised an eyebrow, his eyes emitting a sinister blue light. The cat immediately bristled and slowly retreated.

...That's it? The aura of the Blue Demon couldn't even scare a cat? Judging from the cat's expression, it looked like it would fight him for three hundred rounds if he were wearing clothes.

After putting on her pajamas, Dou Tang opened the door and walked into the living room.

Chapter 71 Star Righteous People

"Inspector Kume, look at this..."

A street in Shibuya has been blocked off by police, with the red and blue lights of police cars flashing on the rain-soaked ground.

Kume Takashi looked troubled.

What appeared before me was a shop, whose first-floor shutters were always closed; it was actually a rest area for a certain yakuza organization.

At this moment, the roller shutter door opened, revealing an interior that resembled a living room. Several corpses lay scattered on the floor, some half-lying on the sofa, and the area was in a mess, as if a fierce fight had taken place.

Upon hearing his subordinate's question, Kume Ryuichi took a drag of his cigarette, reached into his coat pocket, and kneaded a round little thing, clearly in a bad mood.

This is the second incident in the past two days.

When it was raining, the hideout of the Yakuza was in a mess, and there was a lingering damp smell in the air. Kume Ryuichi was certain that this was an attack against the Yakuza, but what was the reason?

Everyone was pierced by something like a thin needle. What weapon did the killer use?

There were no fingerprints, no footprints, only water on the ground.

"Where is the prisoner's file?"

A subordinate reminded him: "Inspector, it's the deceased..."

"Oh, the deceased." Kume Ryuichi rubbed his temples helplessly. He had been having nightmares lately and his mental state was very poor.

Moreover, in principle, Shibuya is not under his jurisdiction, but I heard that recently...

A major event in Tokyo has led to the reassignment of some high-ranking police officers, and Ryuichi Kume has temporarily taken over part of the police work in Shibuya.

Although I might get a promotion by taking this opportunity, something just doesn't feel right.

What could possibly have caused all those police officers to... disappear without a trace?

I haven't heard of any events happening in Tokyo lately...

“The deceased were all members of a yakuza organization in Shibuya that ran a sex trafficking ring, and most of them were mid-level members. Although it is certain that the murders were premeditated, but…” the subordinate shook his head, “there are currently no clues about the murderer’s motive. This yakuza organization has not engaged in any activities other than sex trafficking.”

The subordinate's expression was a little strange. He whispered, "They even often give things to the neighbors in the neighborhood... They have a pretty good reputation among the residents."

Kume Ryuichi snorted: "Yakuza is yakuza. No matter how respectable they seem, they are still a violent organization behind the scenes. Isn't this just a clear act of revenge?"

Kume Ryuichi pointed to the board in front of him and said, "Continue to investigate these people's past criminal records; there will definitely be clues."

Just then, a black luxury car screeched to a stop outside the cordon, its tires screeching against the ground.

A tall man in a suit got out of the car and jumped over the cordon without hesitation, completely ignoring the shouts of the surrounding police.

His eyes were sharp, he had sword-like eyebrows, and several scars on his face.

“Officer, I’m their… team leader.” He shook off the police’s obstruction and went straight to Kume Ryuichi, frowning as he looked Kume Ryuichi up and down.

Kume Ryuichi also frowned.

“My name is Xingyiren, the leader of Morning Star.” The scarred man extended his hand.

Kume Ryu's expression was unfriendly, but he still shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Hoshi, regarding the people who died this time... do you know anything about the inside story?"

Xingyi Ren said without any hesitation, "These people used to work in another group. Later, we took over the business of that group, and these people surrendered and are temporarily under my management."

Kume Ryuichi narrowed his eyes; he seemed to have found the problem.

"If this is a revenge killing, Mr. Xing, do you think these people might have made enemies in some group before... is it possible that they would do such a thing?"

Xingyi is less a yakuza and more a chivalrous knight-errant, with a strong sense of right and wrong.

He didn't care about losing face as a yakuza member if questioned by the police, and said directly, "It's very possible. This group used to force women into prostitution. It's understandable that their enemies came after them back then."

Kume Ryuichi gave him a sharp look and then, as if possessed, asked, "Why would someone like you become a yakuza?"

Xingyi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Officer, sometimes people can't just do whatever they want."

Kume Ryu nodded in understanding, then said, "Alright, thank you for your cooperation, but your group will probably be bothered by us a lot for the next while... until these murder cases are solved."

Xingyi shook his head, threw the cigarette he had just taken a puff of onto the ground, and the cigarette fell into the puddle and went out with a hiss.

“No, officer, we have our own methods... and we don’t need the police to help us find the killer.”

The man seemed to have a strong grudge against people like Kume Ryuichi. Although he spoke politely, his tone was full of contempt for these police officers.

"Our headmaster will explain the rest to you. I just came to check on things and see if these guys can be properly buried."

After saying that, he walked directly to the shop. Kume Ryuichi's expression was not good, but he didn't say anything more—he didn't really want to get involved in Yakuza matters.

Xingyi entered the shop and looked around. All the corpses had been killed instantly, with a round hole in the middle of their foreheads indicating their cause of death. It was as if a monster that sucked human brains had stepped out of a B-movie and killed them in a rather clichéd way.

However, there are still some doubts. These people have many other holes all over their bodies. These holes are so small that they would be impossible to detect if blood were not flowing from them.

This means that what killed them was extremely thin, as thin as a hair.

Xingyi frowned and stomped his feet uneasily, his ornate crocodile leather shoes making a clattering sound on the ground.

"Tsk." He grinned and made an annoyed sound, put his hands in his pockets, and walked straight out of the shop, heading towards the outside of the cordon without looking back. Some of the Shibuya police officers present recognized him, but did not dare to stop him.

Kume Ryuichi asked with a cold face, "Who is this guy?"

The subordinate quickly said, "Hoshigito, the leader of the Morning Star Group... Although this group has few members, it operates in a wide range of areas. They have a good reputation and don't provoke anything illegal, so... Inspector Kume, it will be very difficult to take him down."

Kume Ryuichi glanced at the cigarette on the ground. The cigarette filter was edged with gold, very luxurious, and obviously a custom-made item.

Homemade cigarettes are not allowed to be sold in Japan, except for some so-called "special supply" cigarettes, and ordinary yakuza who mingle on the streets would never have such treatment.

This Xingyi person... is probably not as simple as he seems on the surface.

Kume Ryuichi reached into his pocket and rubbed the small, round ball. For some reason, the ball seemed somewhat cold, even frozen.

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Chapter 72 The Ambiguous Feeling of Being Slightly Drunk

As night fell, Dou Tang and the other two finally went to sleep.

Of course, Dou Tang was only pretending to be asleep.

But he didn't expect that the other two were also pretending to be asleep.

About twenty minutes later, a person tiptoed into Dou Tang's room.

Dou Tang rolled over, lying on her side and looking towards the door, where she met Huai Yin's somewhat timid gaze.

Dou Tang sighed and lifted a corner of his blanket.

Clutching her pillow, Huaiyin's eyes sparkled in the dim moonlight. Her face lit up with joy, and her little feet skipped to Doutang's bedside.

“I woke you up in the middle of the night, you have to go back to sleep, understand?”

Dou Tang understood that she couldn't sleep alone, so he could only agree to Huaiyin's small request.

Huaiyin nodded, placed the pillow next to Doutang, and then crawled into bed.

Dou Tang thought for a moment and said, "Go inside and sleep against the wall. I'm afraid you'll fall."

After saying that, he propped himself up on the bed and assumed a push-up position, gesturing for Huaiyin to crawl into his arms.

Huaiyin rubbed her head and slowly crawled over. The sound of the thin blanket rubbing against the girl's pajamas was somewhat ambiguous, but Dou Tang felt nothing.

I'm used to it.

Huaiyin huddled in the corner like a little hamster, while Doutang faced outwards, and he could feel her hands stroking his back.

"Go to sleep, stop playing," he said softly.

"Hmm..." Huaiyin made a reluctant nasal sound, then buried her head under the covers.

After a while, she said again, "Brother, don't fart."

Dou Tang chuckled and said helplessly, "If you say another word, you can go sleep on the floor."

Huaiyin wriggled twice like a caterpillar, then sniffed, seemingly smelling Dou Tang's scent, before falling silent.

Just then, the door opened again, and Huaiyin, who was hiding under the covers, immediately tensed up.

Dou Tang, wrapped in a blanket, looked at the grinning figure at the door.

"...What are you doing up so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Lu Zizhen, carrying a bottle of wine, smiled. Her kimono-pajamas were half-undone, and she seemed slightly tipsy. She said, "I can't sleep. I'd like to have a drink. Are you free?"

Dou Tang closed his eyes and said, "No, I'm a little tired during the day and want to rest."

“A man can’t say he’s tired…” Lu Zizhen smiled.

"Don't you think that's moral blackmail and sexism?" Dou Tang replied helplessly. "Men can't complain about being tired, women can't stand out too much, these kinds of ideas... are outdated and rotten, don't you think?"

Lu Zizhen shrugged: "That makes sense. You sound like a genuine egalitarian."

Dou Tang laughed and said, "And you? Are you a feminist?"

Lu Zizhen took a swig of wine, leaned against the door frame, her bare shoulders exposed, "Uh... if I had to say, maybe, but I have to clarify first, I'm not some kind of rural feminist."

"If you ask me, men and women... gender and such, there might have been some differences tens of thousands of years ago when everyone wore animal skins, but in modern society... the differences have been reduced too much."

She strolled into the room, seemingly unaware of Huaiyin hiding under the covers. She came to Doutang, knelt on the floor, rested her forearm on the bed, and examined Doutang's face at close range.

Her eyes were shimmering with tears, and her breath carried a faint smell of alcohol, along with a strange fragrance that was both mature and alluring.

"I hate chauvinistic men the most, and women who act like little girls. One thinks they can handle everything, and the other thinks they can't do anything and can only rely on men."

Dou Tang's expression was calm: "It sounds like you have some insights to share."

Lu Zizhen did not continue to answer. Although she was a little drunk, she had not lost her mind and there were some topics she did not want to discuss too deeply.

She took a swig of wine, licked her lips, and finally said, "Fool, I've seen plenty of men and women. This is just being well-informed, not gaining any real insight."

She pouted: "I'm not going to think about such shallow things."

Dou Tang smiled but didn't reply.

Lu Zizhen reached out and poked Dou Tang's face with her finger. The two faces were less than ten centimeters apart, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

"Hey, Tangdou'er, what's that golden thing you took out of the Green Ghost?"

I don't know if she was really drunk, because her tone was slurred.

Dou Tang found the Green Demon's Crown on the first floor. Lu Zizhen and Huaiyin saw it clearly. Huaiyin knew about the Crown Game, but Lu Zizhen...

Oh, she knew that too, but Dou Tang thought she didn't.

Dou Tang considered for a moment and said, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Lu Zizhen ran a finger along Dou Tang's cheek, drunkenly saying, "Of course...can't you tell me?"

Dou Tang hesitated.

Seeing Dou Tang's hesitation, Lu Zizhen moved her face forward, and Dou Tang could even see the tear stains on her face and the clear light in her eyes.

She slightly opened her mouth, gently bit Dou Tang's nose, and stammered, "Quickly... call out to me..."

Dou Tang was amused by her. Lu Zizhen was always unpredictable in front of him, often doing things that ordinary people could not imagine on a whim, and she was never distant from him.

But he didn't dislike Lu Zizhen's actions.

"Okay, okay, I'll talk, can you let me go?" Dou Tang's voice sounded like someone was pinching or biting his nose.

Lu Zizhen chuckled, released his mouth, and seemed to feel apologetic for hurting him. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his nose in an ambiguous way.

"Why are you acting like a dog..." Dou Tang rubbed his nose helplessly, then decided to hide part of the truth and only tell what he could tell.

"That golden thing... is a condensation of some kind of will. I became a Fall Guy because I came into contact with that thing... probably."

"And many evil spirits also possess that thing, so I hunted evil spirits like crazy, wanting to know if I could become a normal person by collecting that thing."

He told many lies, confused the relationship between his transformation and the Crown game, concealed the true purpose of the Crown, and basically just spoke ambiguously.

After hearing this, Lu Zizhen remained silent for a while, avoiding eye contact with him, and stared blankly at the pattern on the bed.