"So... my brother really isn’t Blue Arc?"
Inside the Kawasaki Ran Shop, Su Zimai murmured to herself, as if she were in another world.
"Yes."
Ke Qirui looked at the photo of Blue Arc on her phone and nodded.
She turned to Su Zimai and said irritably, "It seems... the Black Cocoon telling us yesterday that Blue Arc is your brother was just a joke after all."
"I knew it... trusting that giant moth was definitely the dumbest thing we’ve ever done in our lives." When saying this, Su Zimai’s tone didn’t sound angry.
In fact, it seed to contain a hint of relief, relief that she had been deceived by the Black Cocoon.
Ke Qirui thought for a mont, "But the problem is... even if Gu Wenyu isn’t Blue Arc, he’s most likely a superpower user."
"Are you going to say, Captain, that my brother is that big moth again?"
Su Zimai curled her lips, feeling amused as she pointed to the Tokyo Tower on the TV: the Black Cocoon had just jumped from there, its fate unknown—of course, she hoped the Black Cocoon had fallen to its death beneath the Tokyo Tower, but that would be difficult.
"No, didn’t we verify that as well?" Ke Qirui smiled at her.
For so unknown reason, Su Zimai suddenly froze.
Her heart was racing, like a thousand little people were tap dancing on it.
It was only at this mont that she completely relaxed. The worries of these past few days vanished, as if a huge stone in her heart had fallen, clattering into the abyss.
Su Zimai drooped her head, spacing out for a while, then the corners of her mouth gently lifted into a smile.
She seed a bit happy... happy that her brother hadn’t deceived her.
I knew it, I’ve already been honest about my identity, how could my big brother still keep sothing from ?
We’re family, after all...
When she ca back to her senses, Su Zimai found Ke Qirui staring at her.
To cover her daze, she quickly made a joke: "Hmm... I was worried that Xu Sanyan would follow for a long ti, only to find my brother suddenly enter a host club and hire a man to party all night."
She paused, then teased in a serious tone:
"Finding out my brother is actually into n is scarier than finding out he’s Blue Arc, eh?"
"Okay, don’t bash your brother anymore... we’ve wronged him for so long, isn’t he pathetic?"
With that said, Ke Qirui put on the Rustic Hat that was placed to the side and softly said, "Let’s go, Maimai. Let’s visit the branch association building and et the real Blue Arc in person."
"Okay."
Su Zimai nodded.
With that, Ke Qirui paid the bill to the clerk, and outside the ran shop, hailed a taxi.
Once in the car, the two of them gave directions to the driver, and the vehicle headed toward the Exorcist Association’s official building, gradually dissolving into the sea of neon lights.
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anwhile, on the other side of Tokyo’s Harbor District.
Ji Minghuan controlled Unit One, the Black Cocoon, following behind Xu Sanyan, swinging under the moonlight, moving across rooftops, billboards, and power poles.
In a short mont, he followed Xu Sanyan all the way to the first floor of the Japan Exorcist Association’s building.
The Black Cocoon looked up—it appeared to be a plain office building—because the "Exorcist Association" is not like the "Mutants Association", it’s not sothing that appears out in the societal open.
Therefore, Ji Minghuan had to follow Xu Sanyan if he wanted to find the Japan branch building of the Exorcist Association.
And when Xu Sanyan arrived, Ke Qirui and Su Zimai just happened to step out of the taxi.
The three t up and greeted each other.
Unfortunately, when they entered the association building, they didn’t see a man in a blue uniform—only the chairman.
The Japan branch chairman, his hair completely white and aged past fifty, wore an ancient yellow kimono. He clasped his hands behind his back and smiled as he explained, "Mr. Blue Arc left earlier, saying he’d return when the entire bodyguard team is assembled tomorrow. There’s no need to rush."
Although Ke Qirui felt a bit disappointed, she still smiled and said, "Then we will wait until tomorrow."
With that, she glanced at the absent-minded Su Zimai, "Maimai, it’s late today, let’s go back and rest."
"Sigh... ca for nothing." The Black Cocoon sighed from above them.
Although he couldn’t witness the comical reunion of Gu Qiye and the Su Zimai siblings, Ji Minghuan thought: at least I can find out which hotel Ke Qirui is staying at, so he remained in a hidden state, tailing Su Zimai all the way.
A mont later, the Black Cocoon stopped on a branch of a ginkgo tree beside the road, squatting like a cat, squinting as he looked at the plaque on the top of the five-star hotel.
"Qingbenhua Hotel."
Ji Minghuan beneath the mask silently morized its address and na.
Then he raised his right arm, extended the restraint belt to entwine the traffic light sign on the road, and tugged the pitch black restraint belt, leaping into the moonlight.
Soon, Black Cocoon returned to the Roppongi Grand Hotel.
He shrank his body and slipped into the dimly-lit room through the open floor-to-ceiling window.
Turning his gaze sideways, he could see his restraint incarnation sitting on the bed in a daze, holding a room card.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ji Minghuan unfurled the restraint belt wrapped around his body, walked over, symbolically greeted the other "Gu Wenyu", and imdiately the restraint incarnation turned into a sizzling hot gas and dissipated.
The room card fell to the ground with a "clatter."
He used the restraint belt to pick up the room card and stretched it to the door, placing it into the card slot.
The orange-yellow lights in the luxurious room gradually lit up, dispelling the icy darkness.
Ji Minghuan sat on the soft bed, hunching his back, and let out a gentle sigh: "With this, I can finally clear my suspicions."
He collapsed onto his back, lying straight on the bed.
"Let’s sleep early today... The ntor might co tonight to tell about my parents; even if he doesn’t, I still have to et Ghost Bell tomorrow night, so I must conserve my energy."
Thus, he closed his eyelids and soon his consciousness sank into sleep.
A silent night.
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The next day, at the Roppongi Grand Hotel in Tokyo, Japan.
When the number one machine opened its eyes, Ji Minghuan saw the ti on the wall was 7:30 in the morning.
At the sa mont, the first ray of dawn filtered through the luxurious curtains, illuminating the red floor.
"Did the ntor not co to see last night..."
Ji Minghuan stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then slowly crawled up from the bed.
July 15th, with nothing to do the whole day; rather, there was nothing much to do.
On the side of the main body: With no visitors, the detention room remained coldly silent, so Ji Minghuan got out of bed, picked up sothing to eat from the plates left by the experinters on the floor to fill his stomach, and then lay back on the bed to continue sleeping;
On Xia Pingzhou’s side: Since no news of the captain’s arrival in Tokyo had been received, he remained in the café, sipping coffee, chatting with Ayase Origami and Oda Takashige, occasionally acting as a waiter in the store, handing white sugar and books to guests, which was quite pleasant;
Lastly... there were only unresolved matters on Gu Wenyu’s side.
Because that sa night, Ji Minghuan had arranged to et with the Gu Zhuo Case at the top of an abandoned building near Tokyo Bay.
Ti slipped away like the sand between fingers, silently passing by.
By dusk, the descending sun gradually took the remaining light scattered across the world, and the neon lights rose like a tipped domino, radiating throughout Tokyo.
Another night arrived, accompanied by a sudden downpour.
It seed as if a gate had suddenly opened above the clouds, with thousands of tons of rainwater pouring down.
Raindrops floated between streets and alleys, high-rise and electric cables, tracing out lines of crisp parabolas before crashing onto the earth.
The wind howled and thunder roared...
A terrifying flash of lightning could be seen illuminating the sky, even lighting up the cloud layers.
At this mont, at the top of an abandoned building surrounding Tokyo Bay.
Black Cocoon hung motionless upside down under the ceiling, holding a book titled "How to Free Yourself from the Negative Influences of Your Family Origins."
With a bit of neon light shining through the window, he lowered his gaze, quietly flipping through the pages.
Facing a ruthless character like "Ghost Bell," he couldn’t be bothered to pose, cocooning himself like a giant cocoon—this could hardly serve as a deterrent and might instead ignite the other’s wrath.
In the "whoosh" of the rain, Black Cocoon glanced at Tokyo City through the rain curtain, with the Tokyo Bay Rainbow Bridge still brightly lit, and the traffic rging into a light dragon.
At this ti, he suddenly saw with his peripheral vision a silhouette appearing in the center of the floor—"Boom!" A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, its fleeting illumination revealing the figure.
Black Cocoon paused for a second, slowly turned his head, and looked forward.
This unexpected visitor wore a respirator mask inscribed with a tal Z, cloaked in a long black robe, the robe’s length enveloping his body, concealing his figure in darkness, yet unable to hide the red glow flickering in his pupils.
He slowly approached Black Cocoon, each step seemingly accompanied by the roar of a bronze bell...
The rain continued, the world remained silent.
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