Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

The Kujo family's car is very eye-catching wherever it goes in Japan.

Mingyou didn't go over immediately. He took two deep breaths to calm down the bulge, and then walked calmly towards the Kujo family's car.

The driver opened the door for Mingyou. Mingyou thanked him and sat in the back seat.

On the other side was Mari Kujo, who was wearing a shrine maiden costume with the store logo printed on it. She was just as cold and aloof as when Mingyou had seen her before.

Even the way he twitches his nose doesn't look ugly.

"Miss, you must have misunderstood something." Mingyou naturally took out an expensive-looking drink from the small refrigerator in the middle of the seat and took a big sip. "I think it's irrational to look at someone like trash just because of the smell."

Mingyou's complaints are much smoother when he's with Mari. He doesn't want to be teased with Sayu all the time.

"I didn't expect that what you said yesterday was true. You actually started living with a girl?" Manari was used to Mingyou's mouth. "It's the first time I smell perfume on you."

"Miss, you don't often smell..."

"Shut up." Mari was very polite.

"Okay." Mingyou was more polite.

The two of them only had work contact, and sometimes such a simple relationship made it easier to get along. No need to consider the impact in the future, just say whatever comes to mind.

The day after tomorrow they will have a real senior-junior relationship, and I don’t know if they will still be so casual.

On the way, Mingyou and Zhenli did not discuss the spiritual plague, but simply talked about recent events. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in the suburbs where Bunkyo District and Shinjuku District border, and there were few people.

"If it weren't for you, I would think I was going to be killed by some young lady." Ming You said this when he got out of the car.

Upon hearing this, Mari, who was stretching her legs to get out of the car from the other side, called out her driver's name seriously.

"Mr. Shigeo, take Master Luo to Tokyo Bay."

"Yes!" Shigeo answered seriously.

"That's not necessary." Mingyou didn't want to promote the development of Japan's cement industry. "But let's say that one day different families have to deal with cement pillars in Tokyo Bay. How will the order be determined? Should they be ranked by strength or should they pretend not to see each other and throw them down together?"

Mingyou was almost bored at home by Sayu these past two days. When he came out and saw Mari, he became uncontrollably active.

Manri was left speechless by Mingyou and gave Mingyou a nice eye roll.

"I don't know about Tokyo. The Kujo family is in Kyoto. If you want to know, I'll talk to my father and he'll allow it."

"Is that true?"

"I will definitely visit your father if I have the chance." Mingyou actually wanted to go to Kyoto for some fun.

Japan does not have a clear capital city, and Kyoto and Tokyo have been arguing over who is the center. Tokyoites would say they are the political and economic center of Japan, and even the emperor lives here. Kyotoites would say the emperor is only living there temporarily, and Tokyo is a city without historical and cultural heritage, so it is not worthy of being the capital, and only Kyoto can take on this responsibility.

Compared to the Tang Dynasty, where Chang'an was the undisputed capital, this is much more interesting than the dispute over sweet and salty tofu pudding.

Unfortunately, it's just a thought for now. Mingyou doesn't want to go far on the weekends, and he won't go there to exorcise ghosts on business trips. Kyoto has its own exorcist.

Mingyou and Zhenli walked towards their boss Inoue. There was no need to call, as a cordon had been set up in the middle of the field in the suburbs, and the police were investigating the crime scene.

"You two are here?" Inoue had just finished smoking a cigarette and put it out in the portable ashtray he carried with him for fear of disturbing the scene.

"Has a crime been committed?" Mingyou couldn't see what was happening in the center of the crowd.

"The police haven't come to a conclusion yet. I heard from my junior that there haven't been such bad cases recently. This should be the first one." Inoue lit another cigarette and held it between his lips. "The deceased is an 18-year-old girl. There are no signs of sexual assault, but her death was very tragic. Judging from the wounds, the criminal used his teeth to tear the victim's body parts to suck blood. The details will have to wait for the forensic autopsy."

Inoue's junior is a police inspector in Bunkyo Ward, similar to Inspector Megure in Detective Conan that Mingyou watched in his previous life, responsible for criminal cases. He was also an exorcist before, but he was not talented enough, so he pursued a career in politics. After graduating from the police academy, he entered the criminal department and gave Inoue a lot of help.

"So are we going to help you, boss, survey the scent of the spiritual plague?" When Manri heard that a girl of her age was being tortured like this, she couldn't help but empathize with him, but she didn't show much emotion.

"Mari-chan, I told you not to use honorifics with me." Inoue had emphasized this countless times.

"Please respect yourself, boss." Mari only respected Inoue's ability as an exorcist.

"Okay..." Inoue shrugged, "There's no need to investigate the scene too much. I can confirm that it's above Grade B. The rest can only be determined from the corpse. I'm not good at this, but Mingyou should be able to do it."

Manari looked at Mingyou's profile.

"I haven't tried it on a corpse that has been damaged by a Class A spiritual plague, so it may not be accurate." Ming You had only once practiced using the mysterious Taoist technique "Guan Luo Yin" to communicate with the dead.

"If not, and if even you can't judge it, doesn't that mean it's Class A?" Inoue pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Boss, you can actually think in a way that fits the characteristics of someone wearing gold-rimmed glasses!"

"roll!"

Working in this field, one cannot avoid coming into contact with all kinds of people who experience life and death. Even exorcists can see a person's dark side more intuitively.

They are a group of people who can chat and laugh in front of corpses even better than the forensic doctors.

It's pretty cool if you think about it this way, but it becomes ridiculous if you change your identity to a milkman.

There was no way out. Inoue was assigned by his junior to be a full-time milk partner in the police system.

Mingyou and Mari helped distribute the milk from Inoue's trunk to the police officers present.

Mari did almost nothing. She just moved the milk boxes to the ground, but more people came to her to get milk than Mingyou rushed to deliver them.

"Sexism!" After distributing the milk, Mingyou sat on the ground and waited for the on-site investigation to be completed. "It would be different if a female police officer came!"

"There is no such thing as distributing milk in my job. The money can be charged to you."

"Long live Miss Kujo." Mingyou quickly changed his words.

On-site investigation is a very time-consuming task, especially in murder cases, especially brutal murder cases, and especially in such a remote area.

Before moving the body, they had to collect as much evidence as possible from the scene. Mingyou and the others waited for another hour before it was time to finish.

"It's time for us to act." Inoue just woke up from a nap at this time. "Because it involves a Class A spiritual plague, everything must be done quickly. My junior brother will buy you 20 minutes of time alone with the corpse in the car, which should be enough."

Mingyou nodded. The Taoist arts displayed in the secular world often have many requirements, such as noon, rootless water, auspicious days, etc. But that is all for formalism. Otherwise, people can't spend money with peace of mind.

For someone like Mingyou who truly understands Taoism, the art of Guan Luoyin is nothing more than reciting a few mantras to allow spiritual energy to enter the brain of the deceased.

He “sees” discourse from two perspectives.

[University is about to start! I must have fun today!]

[Wow, this little brother is so handsome.]

[The bar is a good place indeed~]

[Hey, going outdoors for the first time is very bold.]

[Ah! It hurts!]

as well as:

[blood......]

[It hurts so much... Why do my parents have to beat me until I bleed so much before they stop...]

[It turns out that blood is delicious~]

[Although my parents beat me, they left me with a good appearance.]

[This girl's blood looks delicious, do you want to try it tonight?]

So, the bar is a really good place~