Yuan Zhi'ai made a phone call immediately afterwards. Although she felt that the matter had nothing to do with her, she always felt that there might be a big secret in Qiao Shuya's native family.
Even this secret is related to why Qiao Shuya is so strong and why his identity is so strange among the Watchmen Association in Tokyo.
"Hey, help me check on a woman named 'Weining'. She should have died two years ago. I need to know her information, especially related to the Watcher Association." Yuan Zhi'ai said to the other end of the phone Said unceremoniously.
But on the opposite side was a lazy male voice, who seemed to have just woken up and seemed too lazy to move, saying: "My stupid sister, you don't even want to call me brother."
"Don't waste my time with your bad mouth."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll look for it and use the information in the family. Wait a few minutes..." The other end of the phone did not hang up, but was silent for a few minutes. Then, the male voice came again. ,
"I checked and found that there is only one person with this name in the entire District 11, and her information is... top secret!"
The voice on the phone made Yuan Zhi'ai frown for a moment. This top-secret information archive pushed this woman's identity further into the unknown abyss.
"But what the family's intelligence network can confirm is that the woman is really dead. Two years ago, during the entire human federation's counterattack on the subspace, an S-class female watcher died. The time is basically correct. Come on." The man's voice continued on the other side of the phone.
"I understand." After saying this, the loli JK hung up the phone rudely, completely different from when he contacted Qiao Shuya.
The investigation was enough here. She knew what was right. If she continued the investigation, there might be consequences beyond her control.
"Dong dong dong!" A sudden knock on the door came, and Yuan Zhi'ai's expression changed instantly, and she felt guilty at the same time.
"We are ready to leave quickly. News came from the Metropolitan Police Department. The man possessed by a strange demon appeared at the dock of Oedo." Qiao Shuya's voice came from outside the door.
"Hi!"
…
On the edge of the pier, a slovenly uncle was holding a large bag of potato chips in his hand. It was very large and weighed about a kilogram.
On the other side, is a large 2-liter bottle of soda.
He just looked at the waves in the distance calmly, eating a potato chip in his hand from time to time, and when he was thirsty, he would just take a big gulp of soda.
"Ando-chan, you like wild battles, then we will choose to be at the beach today..."
"You are such a scumbag."
"Don't you just like this bite..."
The sound of two lovers flirting was heard, but they saw that the spot they had originally chosen was occupied by a sloppy homeless man.
"What bad luck, let's go..."
The couple left like they were hiding from disgusting bedbugs, and they kept saying disgusting words, as if they had ruined their elegance.
Just a homeless man in Tokyo. In such a big city, such people are not uncommon.
"Look, why does a man with hands and feet like him become a homeless man? Is he so lazy? The wages for unloading goods at the dock are at least a lot of money." The girl asked her boyfriend beside her.
"Shhh, keep your voice down, it's not because he's lazy, unwilling to work, or not working hard enough that he became a homeless man. Where can you not make money in Tokyo as long as you are willing to work?" the boy also said.
The two left the dock laughing.
But Ichiro Hirata just silently took another sip of Coke, and he didn't even look back.
No one would know that a few days ago, he was a middle-level manager who could earn tens of thousands of dollars a month, surpassing at least 70% of the social workers in Tokyo. That's what it became.
Maybe I didn't work hard enough. If I could work hard enough to sleep on the floor in the company, maybe that incident wouldn't have happened to me.
He thought like this and slowly ate the potato chips in his hand.
"Doesn't your life have any other meaning? Don't you have any other desires? Just like the people who laughed at you just now, grab them, tie up the man, and then ravage the girl into your shape in front of him , isn’t it very pleasant to see his painful, regretful but unwilling expression?”
From the bottom of his heart, another voice sounded again.
"Look, let those who laugh at you completely change into your shape. You can imprison them underground, torture them bit by bit, and enjoy the most pleasurable torture before they die, being intoxicated by the despised tramps. Full body, how do you feel?"
But Ichiro Hirata didn't respond. He just continued to eat potato chips, as if he didn't hear the temptation coming from his body.
The sea breeze blew, and at least to him, the taste of these potato chips and the sea breeze was the same as when he was a child.
"Hey, don't you have any desires?" The voice inside seemed to have broken through.
"I want to finish a whole bag of potato chips at the pier..." Ichiro Hirata just said.
"No, I mean, desire! Become a king, kill everyone who looks down on you, imprison all the women in the world and become your own prison. I mean these, great, cruel, to vent your anger on injustice. ! Don’t you have such a desire?”
"I just want to finish this big bottle of Coke..." He unscrewed the bottle cap again and poured the soda with still bubbles into his mouth.
Then, I picked up the potato chips again and faced the sunset, seemingly enjoying the last moment of my life.
"The large bottle of Coke I bought has never been finished. Either it was left at home and I didn't have time to drink it, or it was taken away by the cleaners at work before it was finished." He said calmly, dirty His hands were covered with grease stains from potato chips.
He seemed to be talking to the other half of his split spirit, and he didn't know if the other person could understand him.
At this moment, an inappropriate "dah-dah" sound came, which was the sound made by shoes stepping on the wooden board of the pier.
A white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a priest's robe came here. He took out a portrait in his hand, his face full of caution and vigilance.
"Ichiro Hirata, the strange demon, maybe you can finally tell me why you chose to brutally kill that girl, but let go of other people with hatred, including those scum who blocked you in the alley and were poisoned and beaten. Do you choose to let them all go?" The priest asked, but he was on guard.
"I just want to finish the snacks in my hands..." He turned around slowly.
But at this moment, the priest suddenly took a step back, his muscles all tense.
Because this tramp-like person now has no eyes in his pupils, but one or two buds made of flesh and blood.
The trembling fleshy core in the bud seemed to be staring at him like this.
The holy book in the priest's hand turned over without any wind, and the light of the cross shone on him. He immediately shouted: "Transform!"
The priest's robe was covered with light golden lines, and a large scepter appeared in his hand.
"Holy Light, the evil in front is worth fighting!" Layers of BUFF are reinforced on the priest's body...
