Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

The two walked towards the school gate.

In the distance, a special car parked outside the gate, and Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who was wearing a Tebiko uniform, got out of the car and stood at the gate.

Wait until they get closer.

Ishikawa walked a few steps first, stood up straight, and said loudly to Mr. Fujiwara like a subordinate, "Long time no see! Your Excellency Fujiwara!"

Mr. Fujiwara frowned: "I'm not old enough to deaf yet!"

"Yes!"

Gu Techuan looked on in surprise.

Ishikawa has become the head of the headquarters, but he still respects Fujiwara-sensei as always... Could it be that Fujiwara-sensei has another identity that he doesn't know?

On the other side, Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who had said hello, relaxed, looked at him and said in surprise: "You're back! Just right, I'm in a little trouble here, and I may need your help."

"Oh……"

Chapter 163 Adachi Ward Gang Death Incident

Gu Techuan originally thought that Yasuhiro Ishikawa and Mr. Fujiwara were talking about the same thing, but he didn't know until he got in the car that the special department seemed to be in serious trouble.

"A whole gang in Adachi District is dead?"

Guatechuan thought in his eyes: "Isn't this a good thing?"

Mr. Fujiwara, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him and said nothing.

On the co-pilot in front, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was leaning sideways, shook his head: "The underworld has been peaceful for a long time, and there has been no major trouble, but now there is one less gang, and the remaining sites and industries have become other underworld. The gangsters are all thinking about how to expand their power, and they don't want to see their enemies grow bigger and stronger, so they will definitely fight."

He looked worried.

In fact, the special department has nothing to do with gang fires, and it belongs to the business scope of the Metropolitan Police Department.

But this large-scale death incident is under their control, and the higher-ups have issued a death order, which must be effectively harvested within 24 hours, and the case must be closed within 48 hours.

Although most of the pressure on this matter is still on the Adachi branch, he is now the director, so he no longer needs to be greeted by his superiors like when he was the section chief, and no matter what he is doing, he has to rush to the scene immediately.

But it is also foreseeable that this matter will eventually fall on his head, but it will only be a matter of time.

Especially when he knew that Furutegawa was not in Tokyo yet...

But it's fine now.

Most of the worries in my heart just now have gone.

Mr. Fujiwara looked at Yasuhiro Ishikawa, and said in a slow voice: "There are no evil spirits to make trouble this time, right? Are you sure it's not a collective poisoning or a natural gas leak?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at his watch: "Many people hope that it was an accident. The Metropolitan Police Department is still investigating. At nine o'clock, there will be a batch of summarized information."

Originally, he also wanted to sit in the office, sharing information and incidents sent by his colleagues all the time, and preparing to accept it, but he suddenly received a call from Mr. Fujiwara, knowing that something had happened at the school, so he hurried over.

As they were talking, the assistant lady in the driver's seat slowly stopped the car, looked ahead and said, "Boss, we are here."

Four people got out of the car.

Furutegawa looked up and saw that it was a well-known university affiliated hospital.

Mr. Fujiwara, with his hands behind his back and a slightly hunched back, walked forward at a moderate pace.

Gu Techuan followed beside, looking around.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro had a straight chest, a solemn face, and a serious expression.

The burly assistant followed one step behind him, with one hand on his waist.

Only then did Furutegawa see that the sister assistant was carrying a pistol.

"Relax." Ishikawa Yasuhiro turned his head and said to her.

It's fine at other times, but this time with Gu Techuan, if you are still so vigilant, it is really disrespectful to him.

The assistant lady was a real person, and she zipped up her clothes to cover her gun.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who wears the uniform of the special department, has long been a big star in Tokyo. The title of "special department star" is more popular than the most popular idol now.

Many people cast their attention.

In this way, the four of them entered the inpatient department, wandered around, and came to the psychiatric department.

A nurse personally led them to a ward, and outside the ward were two special specialists who were buried in their lunch boxes.

When they saw Yasuhiro Ishikawa, they immediately put down their lunch boxes and stood up straight.

The one who took over the Luye Academy incident was the Bunkyo Special Section, and Yasuhiro Ishikawa's "old employer". He patted his former subordinate on the shoulder and murmured in the quiet room, "What's the situation now?"

"Yes! I was just given a sedative!" The commissioner who was asked quickly replied: "But when the boy was not sedated at all, he went crazy as soon as the drug was stopped, and he has lost the most basic ability to live."

"what did the doctor say?"

"There is nothing wrong with the inspection, and the body is very healthy."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded, and looked sideways at Mr. Fujiwara.

Teacher Fujiwara sighed softly and asked, "Are his parents here?"

"Yes, I just went to the doctor to ask about the situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, two hurried footsteps sounded from around the corner.

A man and a woman walked over quickly.

The commissioner next to him said, "They are the parents of the person concerned."

Fujiwara-sensei took a look.

The man with wrinkles on his cheeks looked at Fujiwara-sensei, then at Ishikawa Yasuhiro, his lips moved, and he lowered his head slightly: "I am Reito's father, please take care of Inuko!"

Teacher Fujiwara calmly said: "This time our school has invited the most professional people, but if it is found that it is not a supernatural event, this matter may almost be diagnosed as a genetic disease. Do you have any opinions?"

Because it was a "sudden" disease, and there was no physical injury at all, the school also asked professionals from special departments to check, but the cause was also not found out. The final investigation concluded that it was "hereditary mental illness".

But parents on both sides disagreed and kept putting pressure on the school.

"I still reserve my opinion!" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, probably out of concern for Ishikawa Yasuhiro, and didn't say anything harsh.

Mr. Fujiwara was noncommittal, just pouted: "Go in and have a look."

The assistant took the lead and went to open the door first. She couldn't help but raised her head and took a step back.

A rather foul stench emanates from the house.

Everyone in the corridor covered their noses.

Guatechuan watched quietly, raised his hand, and a gust of cool wind blew away all the smell...but it was still very smelly.

Fujiwara-sensei and Ishikawa Yasuhiro were all the same, they turned to look at him and asked.

Furutekawa Shin didn't even want to enter, but just looked at the woman next to the middle-aged man, his true spirit shook, and his voice came to the bottom of Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart: "You come."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was shocked, looked at him in surprise, and listened intently.

After a while, he looked into the room again, looked at the boy on the bed in the ward, and showed a thoughtful expression.

"Please, please wait a moment." The middle-aged man turned around and went to find the nurse.

But Yasuhiro Ishikawa raised his hand and said, "No need, I almost know what's wrong with Mr. Ling."

"what?!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said solemnly: "First of all, I have to tell you that it's not that ghosts and monsters did anything to Mr. Ling, it has nothing to do with them!"

The faces of the two people next to him suddenly looked disappointed.

"However, I happen to know what kind of disease it is." Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face was unpredictable: "This is a very strange disease, called mouth base disease, and the symptoms of Mr. Ling are very similar to this disease! Cases of the disease Usually mean-spirited guys."

"Mouth, low mouth disease?" The boy's parents suddenly lost their voices.

Mr. Fujiwara, the nurse next to him, and two special specialists were also greatly shocked.

The corners of Furutegawa's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't speak. He didn't teach these things.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro pointed and said: "Go and slap him thirty times, and the disease will almost be cured. If you don't believe me, you can try it now, and it is guaranteed to make Young Master Ling recover."

The middle-aged man looked into the ward with a look of disbelief: "It's that simple?"

Although it sounded like nonsense, but it was said from the mouth of "Evil Spirit Society Buster", and the credibility immediately increased.

"Go, it's not too much to try." The woman next to him pushed him.

The middle-aged man pulled the corners of his mouth down, nodded vigorously, strode into the room, walked to the head of the bed, took off the boy's breathing mask first, supported his head with one hand, and put one hand on his cheek, looking at Outside the door, he asked, "Look, is that so?"

"let's hit."

The man shook his head.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

A loud and crisp slap echoed.

After a full thirty, the man covered his sore hands and looked at his son on the bed.

A dark red arc surfaced, flickered slightly, and disappeared into the air.

Only then did the middle-aged man and others react, and let out a burst of exclamation.

"It works! It really works!" The middle-aged man was very excited.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro coughed: "I haven't woken up yet, probably because of the sedative. Finally, I have to tell you, remember to let him pay attention to his mouth, read more Buddhist scriptures, and purify his mind. This time His illness is completely self-inflicted."

"Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely do it!" The man had no doubts, and quickly agreed.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa didn't speak any more, and looked at Mr. Fujiwara questioningly.

Mr. Fujiwara was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

谷暓

Furutekawa, who did not speak from the beginning to the end, followed beside him, and Ishikawa and his assistant hurriedly followed, leaving only the two special commissioners looking at each other.

"Bitter syndrome?"

……