The endless meeting in the Special Investigation Countermeasures Room ended only one day later.
"Wait for me at 18:00 this afternoon at the entrance of Takashimaya Shopping Center. You will bring your own spiritual tools."
At noon that day, Kamiya received a text message from Jiecheng Zhenjianyou.
It seems that the Metropolitan Police Department has made rapid arrangements to take action against the "Powder Fairy" organization.
I simply replied "received" to Uncle Jiecheng.
Kamiya tried to call Mary again.
But the call was not answered.
"Mary hasn't answered the phone in the past two days." Kamiyakawa put down the phone.
The last time Mary woke up and called Kamiya was four days ago.
Afterwards, Kamiya tried to call her back twice, but was not picked up.
"Perhaps it's because I just woke up not long ago and haven't fully recovered from my injuries." Kamiyakawa thought this way, "The main mission [When Encountering Demons] came too suddenly, and the Metropolitan Police Department's operations were deployed too quickly. .”
If you have enough time, find a way to contract Miss Mary, who has a C-level kaidan rating, into a shikigami, which will definitely greatly increase the probability of completing special tasks.
But the prerequisite for this is that her injury has completely healed.
Kamiyagawa couldn't help but think about the way Mary was injured after she treated Hanako last time——
Like a broken doll, he stood weakly in the corridor with his knife in hand, looking at Kamiyakawa's face tenderly and lonely with extremely complicated eyes...
Thinking about that scene at that time makes people feel a bit unbearable.
Kamiya shook his head:
"But since the phone still can't be reached, it's useless to think about it. I have no way to find Mary's whereabouts."
"It's too late. This special mission is completely like a surprise inspection. It doesn't give me a sufficient and complete opportunity to prepare. At the moment, I can only make good use of the official official exorcism organization and adapt to changes."
…
Shinjuku Takashimaya.
This is a tall shopping mall that gathers world-famous brands.
The time is five forty in the afternoon.
Kamiyagawa arrived at the east gate of Takashimaya Shopping Center.
Behind him, on the top floor of Takashimaya, there is a garden and restaurant. The upper-class people who are willing to spend a lot of money can drink red wine by goblet here and take in the night view of the entire Shinjuku area from a height.
Of course, this is a sight only the so-called "upper class" can see.
I waited at the east gate of the shopping center for about ten minutes.
A black Mazda slowly drove towards Kamiya Station. A pair of license plates indicated that it was the car that Uncle Yuki was going to drive today.
The vehicle pulled over.
Kamitani opened the door and got into the back seat.
If you are riding in an acquaintance's car, and there are only two of you, sitting in the back row, it feels like you are treating the other person as the driver, which does not appear to be very respectful.
But there was nothing Kamiya could do.
Because his spiritual vision was very high, he could see clearly that a woman wearing a windbreaker and a mask was sitting in the front passenger seat.
"Good evening, kid. Are you ready to join me in this thankless job?"
Uncle Yuki in the driver's seat was still wearing a suit and leather shoes today. After teasing and saying hello, he took a paper bag from the storage compartment of his side door and threw it to Kamiya.
The bag contained a sandwich, a cup of cold brew coffee, and a small dark brown ID book.
"If you haven't eaten yet, eat this quickly. When you start working later, don't think about what to eat when you have another chance."
Yuuki Makensuke said this, turned on the Mazda's electric ignition again, and stepped on the accelerator.
The vehicle speeds forward.
Kamiyagawa was not polite. He tore open the transparent plastic wrapper of the sandwich with a hiss and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then, he picked up the certificate again.
"Metropolitan Police Department Special Investigation Countermeasures Room"
This is printed on the leather cover of the document.
Open it, and inside there is Kamiyagawa's name, some personal information, and a single-inch photo with a white background. In addition, under the date of application, there is a column of remarks - "Temporary Action Personnel".
"Where did you get my one-inch photo?"
Kamiyagawa swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and shook the brand new certificate in his hand.
"Your school's student archives." Yuki Masakisuke looked at the road ahead, his tone calm, "This is the information age, boy."
"Then you have investigated and assessed me?" Kamiyakawa put the action certificate into his pocket.
"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get this certificate."
Kamiya didn't have much objection to the fact that the official people had investigated him.
After all, procedurally speaking, this should be a necessary part.
He just asked: "How about my assessment?"
"Your resume is very clean." Uncle Yuki said this, but then paused:
"But some are too clean, so clean that we can't find any traces of the master who led you on the path of exorcism. Boy, if we can't figure out where you learned your skills, if no accident occurs, you may never He can only be a temporary operator in a countermeasures room."
"Oh. If I have the chance, I will tell you about my master, Uncle Yuki."
Kamiyakawa nodded with satisfaction. After saying this, he said nothing more and just gnawed on the sandwich and drank a few sips of cold coffee.
The driving Mazda was silent for a while.
Only the slight gasping sound of the cracked woman could be heard: "His ha - ha ha -".
After finishing the impromptu dinner, Kamiya put the garbage back into the paper bag and spoke again: "By the way, Uncle Yuuki. You haven't told me yet, where are we going tonight? How to act?"
Yuuki, who was in the front row, looked at the road without squinting, but gave a serious reply:
"Tonight our people are divided into two groups. You follow me to Ichiban Street in Shinjuku. We are going to destroy the meeting point of the Koubensen organization. You will know exactly what to do when you arrive. Someone has been arranged to meet you. .”
Shinjuku Ichiban Street.
It's Kabukicho, a customs town.
Kamiya: "Two groups of people?"
Yuuki: "Yes. Another group of people was led by the Zen Master from Manpuku Temple. They went to the 23rd District Minato District. There is another action plan to be done there."
The sky is getting dark and the lanterns are starting to turn on.
Office workers, students, tourists, all kinds of people began to gather in Shinjuku, a city that never sleeps, to relax and enjoy the nightlife.
The colorful neon lights exude a different kind of charm, and combined with Shinjuku's reputation as an area known for its never-ending sleepiness and revelry, it stirs up the hormones of tourists.
While Kamiyakawa was talking to Uncle Yuuki, he propped up his chin and stared out the window.
Suddenly, he saw sporadic water droplets falling from the dark night sky, hitting the car window glass, making small splashes, and then flowing down.
"It's raining."
Three to five minutes later, the rain outside became heavier and heavier, with a tendency to turn into a heavy rain.
Uncle Yuki had to turn on the windshield wipers at maximum power.
Summer weather can be so changeable.
"If it rains, it seems to be a kind of weather that is good for me? After all, the Yin Wu Lei will strengthen when it touches water."
Kamiyakawa thought silently, listening to the sound of rain, and continued to stare out the window.
In his sight, there were only splashes of water vapor, blurring the neon lights along the way.
