Day by day, ti passed.
August 26th, Saturday.
Today is a sunny day, with scorching sunlight pouring down on the Otherworldly Red-Light District in Ikebukuro.
It's completely different from the crowd next door.
Here, if you casually toss a flowerpot into the air, it would probably land on soone's head.
The shops on this street are all decorated in a style that exudes the atmosphere of a different world, or rather, what people imagine a different world to be like.
Elves, orc skulls, dragons, sli, and a whole series of outfits, needless to say.
Various strange and bizarre items can be bought here.
For example, Buddhist beads consecrated by Master Sanzang, authentic Eastern Great Nation black dog blood, stockings used by elves, magical materials with mysterious powers.
From divination, dream entry, removing bad luck, to casting bad luck on others, cursing soone, and more, self-proclaid eccentric people shine here.
Of course, Aozawa being here had nothing to do with those things, he was just enjoying so afternoon tea.
"Mr. Aozawa, your coffee and dessert are here."
A familiar voice brought his gaze back from the floor-to-ceiling window, as Arakawa Reina ca forward carrying coffee and dessert.
She had already changed her outfit, wearing a layer of green skin over her fair skin, and then a black and white maid dress that reached her knees.
Despite having goblin-colored skin, she insisted on wearing a pair of curved horns on her head.
It was strange, but compared to the others in the store, this makeup seed quite ordinary.
Due to the worrying business situation of the Maid Cafe.
Arakawa Reina was laid off yesterday, and today she quickly joined this Monster Girl Cafe.
In Japan, where labor is scarce, lower-level jobs are always short-staffed.
As long as she's willing to work hard, Arakawa Reina will never worry about having tough days.
"Class rep, how's the work here treating you?"
"Sigh, the work here is busier than at the Maid Cafe, but the hourly wage hasn't increased at all."
Arakawa Reina sighed lightly; she disliked work where the effort didn't match the inco.
Unfortunately, she's just a part-ti high school student, with very few jobs she can do, especially those with high pay.
Even if it ans taking a hit, she can only grit her teeth and carry on.
"Class rep, I rember your parents aren't stingy with money, so why are you working so hard at part-ti jobs?"
"I want to move out during university and live alone, so I must save money during high school to avoid working during the four years of university and focus on my studies."
Arakawa Reina, at just sixteen years old, had already planned her future—to beco a top university student.
In this era, ordinary university students lack competitiveness; only top university students can stand out.
Looking at the recent series of policies, the future belongs to those with abilities.
"I want to study hard and beco a woman like Pri Minister Kochou!"
The current Pri Minister, Kochou, is a woman with great capabilities.
Arakawa Reina truly admires her, feeling she's different from the previous pri ministers.
The current Pri Minister is truly a woman capable of getting big things done.
After all, on the first day in office, she made it possible for the U.S. Forces Japan in Okinawa to choose withdrawal, restored relations with the Eastern Great Nation, promoted trade, and improved the economy.
Although these things have yet to show imdiate results, given more ti, the new Pri Minister's achievents will surely please the citizens.
Arakawa Reina doesn't expect to be as outstanding as Kochou, to hold the position of Pri Minister, but she does hope to have her charisma.
"Oh, and also Minister Morimoto, they are both targets I strive to reach!"
Speaking of this, Arakawa Reina's eyes flickered with hesitation; she had wanted to ntion this before but couldn't find the excuse, and now it seed fitting.
"Mr. Aozawa, could you ask Minister Morimoto for her autograph for ?"
Arakawa Reina rubbed her maid skirt with her hands, shyly voicing this sowhat abrupt request.
Aozawa grinned mischievously, "If the class rep lifts her skirt to show the lining while saying, 'Please, master,' I might consider asking."
Arakawa Reina blushed, though it was covered by the green headpiece, and she coyly exclaid, "Mr. Aozawa!"
"Just kidding, I'll ask Chiyoda for you."
"Thank you; tomorrow I'll give you a notebook, and have Minister Morimoto sign the cover. If she writes 'Study hard,' even better."
Her eyes sparkled with a hint of expectation.
"No problem."
Aozawa agreed.
"Nashi, the custor at table three wants to order."
"Coming!"
Arakawa Reina replied with a smile and said, "Mr. Aozawa, I'm off~"
"Mm."
Aozawa nodded, took a sip of coffee, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window again, pondering Arakawa Reina's look earlier. Has Chitose also beco an idol to modern won?
Considering that person's experiences and educational background, it's no surprise that young girls would idolize her.
Aozawa put down his coffee cup, took out his phone, and casually scrolled through TikTok.
Political short videos didn't have any sensational news, so he usually just skipped them.
Dance videos, he checked the dance moves, if they weren't good, he skipped them.
Aozawa was killing ti browsing short videos when he stumbled upon breaking news.
A particularly heinous case occurred in the Arakawa Ward Machiya; the perpetrator skinned the victim and carved rituals with blood on the walls; the body was also dismbered and arranged.
The scene was too gory to be broadcast, so it could only be shown in text; the thod was extrely cruel.
The Arakawa District police station indicated they would focus heavily on tackling such heinous cases.
Of course, the comnt section was full of sarcasm.
The people of Japan were very clear on the capabilities of their police force.
Watching such a short video, Aozawa had a thoughtful expression on his face; the next participant in the Nightmare Party was already decided.
...
Tokyo, tropolitan Police Departnt.
Located at Sakuradamon, the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt is a gigantic entity in terms of administrative scale, with over 40,000 police officers, overseeing all cases within Tokyo.
Since Dio's appearance, various factions have gathered in Tokyo; the endless stream of cases each day has left the tropolitan Police Headquarters overwheld.
The tropolitan Police Departnt remains exceptionally busy, but amidst the busyness, there's a tense air, like a storm about to break.
Especially in the Criminal Division.
The office floor of Investigation Division One.
"I just saw the new Police Director arrive here, calling the section chief of Investigation Division One for a behind-closed-doors discussion about this case."
"That's only natural; for the new Police Director, such a heinous case occurring so soon is troubling, of course they would be concerned."
Two female administrative police officers whispered among themselves, then sighed in unison.
Okayama Buji's appearance and age were much more pleasing to these administrative policewon compared to those old geezers; the young Police Director was quite promising.
From a police family, a Tokyo University graduate, he was cordial and unassuming.
Compared to the old fellows, they naturally preferred this young Police Director and hoped he would serve for a long ti.
"I believe everyone knows about the heinous murder case in Arakawa Machiya; here is the cri scene."
Okayama Buji signaled to the person beside him, and the murder scene slowly erged on the whiteboard.
It was an ordinary-looking rental apartnt.
But now, blood painted on the walls, eerie symbols, and the orderly placent of heads, intestines, hearts, and other body organs on the table.
The scene was so grueso that even the seasoned detectives present, who had solved nurous murder cases, looked grim.
The white-haired section chief of Investigation Division One exclaid loudly, "What a madman!"
"Indeed, the Praise God people are just a bunch of lunatics."
Okayama Buji nodded, his expression especially serious, not because of concern for his own authority, but deeply worried about such a cruel and inhumane criminal at large in Tokyo.
Among the people who have co to Tokyo recently, the Praise God group is undoubtedly the craziest bunch.
"The Praise God group cannot be judged by normal thinking; they are so deranged, they haven't even spared newborn babies, they can't be considered human.
The leader of Praise God is Sli Castanda, forty-six years old this year.
Twenty years ago, he won the heavyweight title in an underground boxing match in the United States.
The Undying Asura was what people called him.
Later, for unknown reasons, he joined a religious sect, Praise God, despite having fa and fortune.
Within three years, he rapidly beca a core figure in the sect, taking over as leader, and continued to expand the influence of Praise God.
A Different World erged, and he claid to possess the sacred rituals capable of summoning God, boldly propagating the doomsday prophecy, was once arrested by the CIA, but left after posting bail, and has now smuggled into Tokyo."
Okayama Buji spoke about this man's background, and solemnly said, "His purpose in coming to Tokyo this ti is to hold a God-summoning ritual.
According to the doomsday prophecy he created, he ntioned that to summon God, five forms of human sacrifice are required.
The first is an infant, the second a young girl, the third a lady, the fourth a middle-aged woman, and the fifth an elderly woman.
The Arakawa Machiya was the beginning of the ritual, with an infant as the sacrifice, adults were only auxiliary.
Next, there will be at least four victims; we must find him before he acts!"
"Since it's a religious cri, we must study the doomsday prophecy to see if there are any obscure references to locations."
"Yes, everyone, split up; one team study the doomsday prophecy, the other team intensify street patrols, initiate inspections, and strive to find the whereabouts of Sli Castanda!"
After Okayama Buji issued the orders, he took a deep breath and said solemnly, "We must prevent him from committing further cris!"
"Yes!"
The elite mbers present stood up and responded in unison.
Unlike Morimoto Chiyoda, who didn't co from a police family, Okayama Buji, as Police Director, was able to promote so family and allied family mbers to hold real power in the tropolitan Police Departnt.
"Move out!"
Okayama Buji decided to personally lead the team.
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