The reporter was filming frantically, but what happened next was not suitable for children to watch.
The priest said a "gift crab" in his mouth, and then tore his clothes as easily as tearing paper, revealing a black mouse pattern in the holy light inside.
Then Qiao Shuya also understood it, turned on his mobile phone, chose Dituni's music, and turned the volume to the maximum.
Reporters: "What's going on?!"
"Gentlemen, the time for playing house is over, and now the time for cruel torture begins." The priest said, and the holy light in his hand began to turn into a red-hot mace.
"Next is the interrogation session. The dock personnel will stay, and everyone else should leave quickly." Qiao Shuya's fist also emitted blue fire.
A group of reporters realized the threat and retreated one after another, but some of the disbelievers stayed and kept filming Qiao Shuya and the priest's arrogance, as if they were convinced that they did not dare to take action directly in front of the camera.
However, seeing this, Yuan Zhi's heart rang with alarm bells. She once again thought of the way Qiao Shuya killed people last time. Although it was really satisfying, the subsequent trouble caused was also too great.
Moreover, Qiao Shuya seems completely unaware of the importance...
So Yuan Zhiai quickly handed over a golf club and said: "Master, please be gentle, use this..."
"Oh..." Qiao Shuya took the golf club and swung it in the air a few times. Not to mention that this thing is really handy. No wonder there are psychopaths who like to use this thing to blow other people's heads.
"Journalism is a profession of freedom and pursuit of the truth. We have the right to know the factual truth." In the end, the reporter took pictures of everything. The focus was on the threatening look of Qiao Shuya and the priest at this time.
"Which station are you a reporter for?"
"JBC."
"That's it, no wonder..." Qiao Shuya sighed.
What JBC likes most is to use lies to "label" events, and then come up with headlines that are shocking and borderline to cause gimmicks. Finally, the media uses a good rhythm to take quotes out of context.
Qiao Shuya weighed the golf club in his hand and then...
"You are the only one they called a reporter!" Qiao Shuya hit the reporter on the stomach with his club. This time he used a lot of force. He probably only used no more than 5% of his strength. The passive additional damage had no effect. On the club, the entire reporter turned into a soft-footed shrimp in an instant.
"Ah ah ah, don't hit him, don't slap him in the face! Hum ah ah ah!" As the golf clubs went down one by one, the last reporter left in despair under Qiao Shuya's reasoning.
Sure enough, the most important thing is to convince people with virtue.
"Father, it's our turn now. Since Mr. Kanemaru doesn't want to be decent, let's make him look decent." Qiao Shuya put away the bent golf club and looked at Mr. Kanemaru who was cowering in the corner with a look of horror on his face.
"Wait! You can't do this! I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a judge! The priest doesn't want it, doesn't want it! Ah!?"
…
At this time, the reporter who had escaped with the help of the golf club angrily spat out a mouthful of blood, which even contained teeth.
"Damn barbarians, even my dad never beat me like this, I must expose them! These damn reckless men, damn executioners, stupid maggots who only know how to use force, I will make them pay the price! Any evil will We will be brought to justice!" The reporter was furious.
But fortunately, the camera just accurately recorded the scene of the man committing the crime, and even a large number of shots of himself being beaten appeared in it.
As long as he edits a little and cuts off the beginning and end, he can create earth-shattering news!
He then copied the video to his mobile phone, and soon a video of the "Watchman Beating Incident" that aroused the anger of countless netizens was produced. Even this crudest version was enough to cause an uproar.
In fact, there are a lot of people on the Internet who hate violent institutions. As long as they stir up emotions and let themselves be packaged as victims and the watchers as perpetrators, everything will go smoothly.
When the time comes, I will sell badly, and I may even gain great popularity because of it, and even make a smooth debut and start selling goods or doing live broadcasts. It is a perfect plan!
He believes that because of his sensitivity to heat, this matter will definitely hit the Internet!
So the reporter hurriedly uploaded the video with the title "Shocking, the watchman committed a murder in the street in broad daylight. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?" What's going on in this world?" and uploaded it.
The video was uploaded successfully, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He could already think of the big news he had made today that would set off the entire Internet.
But the video was only uploaded for less than a minute when a window suddenly popped up.
"The video is suspected of violating regulations and has been removed from the shelves."
reporter:"???"
What the hell is going on? become free? Democracy?
He chose to send the video again, but this time it was blocked immediately.
He didn't believe in evil and sent it again.
But at this time, an email appeared in his mailbox.
Sender: Dituni
Contents of the email: Lawyer’s letter warning
reporter:"???"
…
"Gu...kill me..."
"Papa, it seems that the holy water is not enough. Continue to increase the dose!" The priest showed a kind smile.
"Gu... kill me... I really can't drink anymore... Gu..."
Qiao Shuya really needs to thank himself for letting Mrs. Kanemaru go out just now, otherwise he would feel like the wife's mother-in-law at this moment.
I don’t know what the reason for the priest’s confession is. Anyway, when he catches someone, he fills them with holy water, slaps them twice, and says, “Are you awake?”
If others can answer seriously, it means that the holy water is not enough. Continue to increase the dose, and then slap it twice...
If you just listen to the sound, you will wonder if this is a new Nippori where a certain wrestler competes.
It could be seen that Mr. Kanemaru really couldn't hold on anymore, and then the priest said: "OK, sir, you have successfully completed your confession and you can start asking questions."
The priest clapped his hands and looked like he was done.
Qiao Shuya: "..."
For this confession, Qiao Shuya thinks that an ordinary person who keeps feeding him veritaserum would probably have a similar effect... Can this also become an ability certified by the association...
"Father, this is no longer your ability. If you replace it with Veritaserum, it will probably have about the same effect..." Yuan Zhi'ai actually had the same idea as Qiao Shuya, and then complained directly.
"Don't ask. Asking is the ability certified by the association. Start torturing the prisoners quickly..." The priest also said awkwardly.
Several people no longer struggled with the priest's methods. Qiao Shuya quickly asked Mr. Kanemaru: "Did a strange demon do this?"
Mr. Kanemaru seemed to be in a state of half-asleep, crying and saying: "No..."
"Are there any strange demons among you?"
"No."
"How much did 17,000 tons of grain cost?" Qiao Shuya suddenly asked.
"Two billion Renminbi..." Mr. Kanemaru said.
Qiao Shuya retreated. The market price of grain was 2 people's dollars per kilogram. The estimated cost of a large granary like theirs was even lower, but it cost 2 billion people's dollars. I don't know how many times more it cost. Money?
Where did you get taken advantage of?
"Where's the money?"
"Buying food..."
"Got food?"
"Gone……"
"Where's the surveillance?"
"Damaged..."
“Who did the corruption go to?”
"I do not know……"
"Why do you say it was done by strange demons?" Qiao Shuya finally asked.
"Because the hole can't be filled in, it will become the work of a strange demon if it wasn't done by a strange demon..."
Qiao Shuya then asked other questions, but Mr. Kanemaru didn't know any of them in the end. In the end, he just tilted his head and seemed to faint.
Several people looked at each other. The other staff members knew even less, but they already knew clearly that there was no strange devil involved in this incident. It was purely directed and performed by politicians.
Among them, they are not even as high as throwing dirty water, and are even just pure greed. The Kanemaru family has some bad luck, and even the money and holes are not their own, but have to be handed over to Of the big shots above.
Qiao Shuya could only show sympathy in his eyes. He estimated that even if he and the others did not intervene in this matter, Mr. Kanemaru would probably be filled with cement and sink into Tokyo Bay.
When he and the priest looked at each other, the matter had come to light, and they didn't even need to follow up.
2 billion RenCoin is an astronomical figure for watchmen like them who have side jobs, but when it comes to the whole of Tokyo, it only amounts to a few hundred RenCoins per person in Tokyo...
It doesn’t seem to be too little…
But for the entire District 11 government and even the association, this little money is nothing.
There was no suspense about this matter. Qiao Shuya just mentioned it to Uncle Li, and the logistics department would naturally come to handle it.
In fact, the association may not be involved in this matter at all in the future. Anyway, it has been confirmed that it has no direct relationship with the strange demons. The food did not even arrive in the port warehouse at all, let alone the subsequent theft and other series. The events are all fake.
Qiao Shuya immediately lost interest and went back to his respective homes, leaving only Detective Memu alone to deal with the follow-up.
After chatting with Detective Memu for a while, Qiao Shuya and Yuan Zhiai left directly in the jeep.
Priest: "???"
"I haven't gotten in the car yet! Give me a lift! I haven't gotten in the car yet!"
The priest shouted to the jeep as it drove away.
Qiao Shuya just raised his middle finger.
Let the priest take a taxi by himself. After spending a long time and having nothing to do with the strange demon, the trip was in vain.
Along the way, Yuan Zhiai asked: "Master, I once saw a report. It is said that the number of deaths and disappearances in Tokyo every year exceeds 110,000, of which nearly 10,000 are abnormal deaths and disappearances..."
"And among the 10,000 people who died abnormally, most of them were marked as dying from strange demon incidents. I'm wondering, how many of them actually died of strange demon incidents, and how many were 'killed by strange demons' Killed?"
The jeep drove slowly through the Tokyo port.
Qiao Shuya couldn't answer this question. Just like today's granary theft case, it had nothing to do with strange demons. Even the 17,000 tons of grain were fake. The freighter didn't bring so much stuff at all.
As for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? No matter how outrageous it is, Qiao Shuya will not think there is a problem. After all, being shot 17 times in the back can be considered a suicide and the case can be concluded. Even if the body is hung with a belt from a tree several meters high, it can be considered a suicide.
Perhaps for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, as long as the cases that you can't find are written as suicides or deaths from strange demon disasters, there will always be one that suits you.
The strange devil is a good brick, just move it wherever it is needed. Anyway, everything is the conspiracy of the strange devil and that's it.
"Sa, who knows." Qiao Shuya sighed.
No wonder even the locals in District 11 don’t trust their own police department and government. Instead, they trust the Watchman Association sent by the People’s Federation. No matter how you say it, the association is only equivalent to a United Nations peacekeeping office.
After all, the association has no interest entanglement with the locals. Although most of the watchers are locals, the real senior leaders of the association must be people from the Shangwuchang, or locals who have returned from the Shangwuchang.
This matter may only need tomorrow to become the focus of heated discussions on the Internet again. Qiao Shuya can even imagine what kind of tricks those idle and bored high school students can make out of this. .
However, he has escaped.
He took out his cell phone and looked through the group messages. At this time, the group had already begun to explode. It was the priest who posted the ins and outs of the case, which was equivalent to placing an advertisement for Qiao Shuya.
After all, Qiao Shuya still has the signature of "Chasing Strange Demons" on his business card. He also hopes that his colleagues will come to him if they encounter any news about strange demons. As long as it is not the kind of mistake that happened today, there will be no problem.
Ke Qing (Bridge): A group of watchers who are diligently hunting down strange demons every day. Any news about strange demons can be contacted directly.
He sent such a message again, which attracted a group of people to repeat it.
He knew many people in the group, they had gone on missions together, and they had worked together. There were also many guys he didn't know. Those people might be the people in charge of other areas in Tokyo, or they might be relatively low-key guys.
At present, there should be no other watchman in charge of Shinjuku City. It seems that he has become the responsible watchman of Shinjuku City without knowing it.
Qiao Shuya sighed with emotion.
Yuan Zhiai looked at Qiao Shuya who kept playing with his mobile phone and said, "Master, today is the Festival of Praying to Heaven. Do you have any wishes?"
"Prayer Festival?" Qiao Shuya is not very familiar with the local festivals in District 11. Her adoptive mother is not a native of District 11. She is also a mixed race. She basically doesn't celebrate the festivals here. Except for those who have holidays, others No impression at all.
"What is this festival for?" Qiao Shuya wondered.
"It is a kind of festival in ancient times to pray to the gods and pray for your future wishes. It usually starts on the last day of summer, and today just happens to be the day." Yuan Zhi'ai said.
"Wish?" Qiao Shuya thought for a while and asked if he had any wishes.
"I hope some strange demons will descend from the sky to make me passive. My hands are itchy..." Qiao Shuya prayed.
"Stab it!"
The jeep braked suddenly, and Qiao Shuya almost hit the glass for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Shuya asked.
"There's a lunatic blocking the road ahead!" Yuan Zhi was cursing and seemed ready to get out of the car to argue.
At this time, Qiao Shuya's hero template moved and detected the reaction of the strange demon...
(End of chapter)
