Feng Jian was startled by Mochizuki's sudden move, and reflexively looked at his two colleagues on the ground.
The pale faces of the two people began to recover, but their expressions were even more painful. They were beating and scratching their necks unconsciously with their hands. One of them even began to bleed from his orifices, looking a bit like a legendary corpse.
Feng Jian suddenly trembled, holding the pistol and not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Most of their bodies are already stiff, and they need manual intervention now, otherwise they will suffocate."
While Mochizuki tinkered with the instrument, he shouted at Fengmi, who was about to collapse.
Heiying didn't know what he was thinking. He just hid in there and couldn't come out. He obviously fought her equally well last time, but this time he was acting like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
You should come out. Mochizuki patiently knocked on the electronic screen, which was still displaying normally. She pulled out the plug, but the screen still maintained all the indicators of the previous user. The disguise of emotion was for it to see for itself. Yes, there is definitely something wrong with this thing’s brain!
"Will there be reimbursement if it's damaged?"
Mochizuki rubbed her chin. Violent law enforcement was sometimes inevitable, but this machine could cover her salary for several months. She felt a little guilty. She could do it, but the compensation issue must be discussed first.
Feng Jian looked at the crazy little instrument. Fortunately, it didn't have legs. Otherwise, this thing would definitely find a patient to plug in the tubes, and then complete the last step of its disguise.
"Mr. Fangtani purchased this himself. The original machines in the safe house are relatively backward..."
Mochizuki's eyes lit up, he held down Feng Jian's unfinished words, and slid the shovel directly towards the instrument, only to hear a squeaking sound, and a few small flames floated out from the cracks.
There was a sizzling sound as the wires were being burned, and black smoke curled out from the machine, as if rootless duckweed was blowing in the wind and spreading into the air at an extremely fast speed.
Mochizuki was almost laughed out of anger. She was still thinking about escaping to this point. She really didn't shed tears until she saw the coffin. She was treated as a dead person!
"Done."
She took out a small jade bottle from her arms, threw the struggling black figure into it, and took out the talisman and stuck it on it. She really didn't know what this thing was. It was not a ghost anyway, and the thing had its own senses. of.
This black shadow is pretty good, but his brain is a little defective. He might be a new species in this world. She needs to study it carefully. Maybe she will get a big deal in the future.
Mochizuki counted the numbers on her fingers. Ever since she came here, every time she encountered an abnormal event, there would always be this weird black shadow. Although legally the suspect had been caught, the black hand in her heart was still there. Never been found.
This time it finally fell into her hands. If she couldn't get any useful clues out of this guy's mouth, she would just take the surname Heiying from now on.
Putting the jade bottle carefully into the wooden sign, Mochizuki rubbed her temples tiredly. She had not been idle these days. She had studied the witchcraft in the Snow Maiden for several days but had no clue. In the end, she could only I bit the bullet and pulled out the nails on the doll's head, and the problem was solved without thinking.
Now Xue Nu has become the top manager of Xuanming Palace and is staying there to adapt to her new identity.
With the support of her sufficient funds, the reconstruction of Shanni Temple has basically been completed. It can be said that everything is ready and only the east wind is needed.
She was a little distraught for a while, so she drove back to Tokyo from the mountains at night. In the last half of the meal, she was picked up by Amuro's good subordinate Kazami.
"Officer Mochizuki, let me take you back first!"
Feng Jian happily carried the two colleagues into the ambulance, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Mochizuki.
Pisk's connection with the organization had long been cut off when he first had an accident. Now the only value he has is the research institute he is currently in charge of. Fortunately, Officer Mochizuki has helped him solve the problem perfectly. Will he die? It's not that important.
After so much work, he finally explained what Mr. Furutani had ordered. In the next few days, he would definitely take a good vacation.
Send all these annoying hostages to the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow, and let them worry about the rest!
"You'd better send me directly to the Metropolitan Police Department!"
Mochizuki looked at the watch on her wrist and sighed unwillingly. She originally planned to take a nap and then go to the Metropolitan Police Department to report, but now she has no choice but to give up.
What a stingy leader, she just missed a few days of work, maybe it was a bit long, but she didn’t need to directly deduct her bonus!
This is the trick every time. The key is that she has no room to resist. It’s really hard to make money and eat shit.
Carrying the lunch box that came from Feng Jian, Mochizuki quietly slipped into his office. As soon as he opened the door, he saw three big heads glowing with silver light. A strange blue light emitted from the eye sockets. The three heads They gathered together and stared at the door in a dark way.
Mochizuki felt a chill all over her body. She had seen too many abnormal ghosts. Suddenly seeing this familiar scene, her limbs felt a little weak. Damn it, her memory of being afraid of ghosts seemed to be reviving!
The curtains in the office were not closed, and the moonlight was shining in from the window. However, these strands of cold moonlight did not have any effect, but made Wangyue's vision even darker.
Damn it, she was punished by the glare!
The three heads on the opposite side had already stood up from their original positions. Mochizuki even heard the sound of the chair being pushed away. He quickly threw away the lunch in his hand and turned on the office lights before they rushed over.
The moment the orange light came on, Mochizuki squinted her eyes and looked coldly at the three heads rushing up from the opposite side, trying hard to suppress the urge to slap them away.
"Oh, why did it fall to the ground!"
Miheko took off the big-headed doll from her head and picked up the bento from the ground with a look of regret on her face, pretending to express her sympathy.
Mochizuki took back the bento with a livid face. Her exquisitely presented sushi had been separated from the food, all because of this boring woman!
"Chief Inspector Chiba, what are you doing here at night if you don't go home? Also, since there are people in the office, why don't you turn on the lights?"
Mochizuki glared fiercely at the two big-headed dolls who had not yet removed their disguises, and aimed directly at his subordinates.
Damn it, her heart almost jumped out of her chest just now. If the lights hadn't turned on just right, they would have flown out of the window right now.
"Of course Officer Chiba works the night shift here!"
Miheko directly grabbed a sushi roll that was still intact and stuffed it into Mochizuki's mouth, then picked another one and stuffed it into her own mouth, and said with a smile.
Tricky is indeed a sport that is beneficial to physical and mental health, and she decided to carry forward this career in the Metropolitan Police Department.
It's just that applying fluorescent powder to the eyes didn't seem to have much effect. Mochizuki turned on the light without hesitating for a second. Next time she would have to add something more exciting.
"Night shift?"
Mochizuki picked up the chopsticks and stuffed another piece of sushi into his mouth. It tasted really good. It was the sushi that defeated the pork cutlet rice and topped the list of the most popular lunch boxes in the police station. It really deserves this honor.
"All front-line departments will assign one or two people to be on night duty at night. Officer Mochizuki has never been on duty before, right?"
Takagi Wataru looked at Chiba with some sympathy. There were only a few people in the Supernatural Incident Processing Department, and Officer Mochizuki had never been on duty, so wouldn't the others be on duty at least twice a week? It was simply worse than them!
"Oh, is it true, Officer Chiba?"
Mihezi was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so she looked at Mochizuki with a reproachful expression, trying to see a trace of guilt on her face.
It's a pity that Mochizuki's face is as shameful as a city wall. When he heard the two people singing in the search lesson, not only did they not feel wronged on their expressions, but they were quite righteous.
The Supernatural Incident Processing Department actually has a night shift. Mochizuki, the acting director, said that he had never heard of it?
"Actually, it's not that serious. Officer Shiratori only arranged a duty schedule when Manager Matsumoto was here. At other times, our department has a normal schedule."
Chiba scratched his head naively. It was quite rare for a management officer to stay at the Metropolitan Police Department without going home at night, so he had only been on duty three or four times since he came to work here!
(End of chapter)
