Chapter 56: The Prophet, the Knife "Statistics, there are three...
"According to statistics, a total of 31 people were killed, and a number remain undetermined."
"The Department of Curse Administration will be responsible for the compensation. Mr. Suzuki has voluntarily donated 200,000 yen to each of the victims."
The young police officer who was reporting paused and couldn't help but look at the blond boy sitting not far away. Although the boy was wearing a neat college uniform, his overly dazzling hair color and shining eyebrow studs proved that this person was not a good student.
Two hundred thousand per person is not a small amount. Even the captain in charge widened his eyes, thinking that the boy was joking.
However, the other party just waved his hand nonchalantly and said that he could just provide him with an account.
"No, we have to report it. Could you please come with us to register?"
So the man was brought to the police station.
Normally, a teenager like this would be a little nervous when entering a solemn police station, but this guy was like he was at home. He took a quick look and found a place to sit down accurately and started playing with his phone.
Perhaps because the young policeman had been looking at him for too long, Suzuki Kawa raised his head and smiled at him, his expression so clear that it didn't match the ornaments on his face.
The middle-aged police officer came over and said to Suzuki Kawa, "We need to contact your guardian."
"Guardian?..." Suzuki Kawa pondered for a moment, opened the address book, looked at the numbers, and was in a dilemma.
I always feel that everyone seems very busy. The guardian listed on his household registration is his mother. It is almost evening now, so she should be having dinner.
Suzuki Kawa signaled the middle-aged police officer to wait and called his mother.
The call was connected in seconds, and Suzuki Chuan heard no noise on the other end. The next second, Ms. Suzuki's cheerful voice rang out: "What's up, Chuan Chuan?"
"...Don't call me Chuanchuan." Suzuki Chuan whispered, covering his head, feeling a tingling sensation piercing his scalp. "Are you free, Mom? Come to Tokyo, uh..."
The middle-aged police officer gave the address of their police station.
Suzuki Kawa readily said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I need to do something, and my guardian needs to come over."
"I'm so sorry, Chuanchuan. I'm still on vacation in Nara. Um, can you ask your sister to go over there? Or I can ask my lawyer to go over there."
"Let's get a lawyer!" Suzuki Kawa refused to meet his sister, fearing that she would be blackmailed out of half of the money before it was even transferred.
The Suzuki Group's legal team has always been dealing with commercial disputes. After receiving the call from the president, they were stunned for a moment, but immediately sent out a well-trained elite lawyer and a legal assistant.
After receiving an accurate reply, Suzuki Chuan hung up the phone and said to the middle-aged police officer, "My lawyer will be here soon. You can talk to him. If you have any questions, just call me."
He took out a piece of paper. The young policeman was paying attention to the situation here and didn't even notice when he wrote it down.
In the office inside, a gentle policeman wearing glasses came out and shouted, "Boss, someone just called us claiming to be from the Suzuki Group's lawyer's office."
The middle-aged police officer took the note, saluted solemnly, and thanked him: "I thank you on behalf of the families of the victims."
Suzuki Kawa waved his hand, seemingly taking it lightly, and simply said something inexplicable: "As for fate, you do your job according to your position, as they say."
The blond boy walked out with his hands in his pockets, leaving the commotion in the police station behind him. The lights inside illuminated a section of the road ahead. He stood in the light, but his head was in darkness.
This does not affect his vision.
Outside the police station, three vengeful spirits and three of his peers were waiting for him.
"Hey! Hurry up, I'm starving!" Nobara Kugisaki waved at him. Several people stood across the street. Megumi Fushiguro leaned against the lamppost with her arms folded, and Yuji Itadori also followed Nobara Kugisaki and shouted at him.
The evil spirits chattered in his ears.
"Can your body handle converting so many ghosts at once?"
"Why don't you go back and rest?"
"You don't look very good."
Suzuki Kawa stood at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. It was the rush hour, cars were shuttling back and forth, and the dense traffic flow was winding in the narrow lane. He could see the expressions on the faces of Yuji Itadori and others.
The young man put his hands in his pockets, and the evening wind blew his golden hair. Under the street light, it was as dazzling as a second light bulb.
His face was calm, but when he saw his colleague across the street, a smile appeared on his face, as if he was no different from usual.
Tera Takashi sat on Morinaga Itsuki's shoulders, turning into the size of a baby again. He said to Suzuki Kawa, "Don't take it too seriously. Life and death are things that psychics must go through."
"It seems so unlucky, but in fact, it is fate that has already been determined."
Suzuki Chuan looked at the traffic light and shook his head gently: "I'm not worried about these things."
"I just wonder, with this kind of life, is there any need for the magic world to continue to exist?" His voice was not loud, but a little colder.
Terasaka tilted his head to look at him, seemingly not understanding what he meant.
The green light came on and Suzuki Kawa blended into the crowd. The surroundings were noisy and only the vengeful spirits could hear his voice clearly.
He said: "If there is no curse, then these disgusting things will not happen."
Si Chong's expression changed slightly: "You know, it's impossible to kill all curses." As long as humans exist, curses will continue to be generated.
Suzuki Chuan smiled and said calmly, "All the ghosts and magicians are dead, why is it that only the curse remains today?"
"It has been sitting on the chair for so long, it's time for something else to sit on it." Throwing down a word, the road came to the end, Suzuki Chuan smiled and walked towards his companions.
Tera Chong and several other vengeful spirits stood on the roadside. Suzuki Kawa and Fushiguro walked away talking and laughing. Looking at Tera Chong's expression, the other two vengeful spirits did not follow them.
After hesitating for a moment, Takemura Kyoka finally spoke: "What... does he mean?"
Morinaga Itsuki was calm and composed. As a heavenly and cursed master during his lifetime, he was actually considered a member of the curse world. However, he had little contact with his contemporaries in his early years. It was only after he retired early that he began to sweep the curse world.
To be fair, he was not impressed by these people.
"He wants to revive the spiritual world." Terasaka raised his eyes, his pale face flushing a bit. Whether it was excitement or something else, he spoke rapidly, "Now in the human world, that is, the world of the living, spells are the mainstream, and spiritualists are on the verge of extinction... In fact, spiritualists became extinct long after Komatsu Aoi died."
"I heard there are people with special abilities in Yokohama, but they haven't existed since ancient times. The magicians and powers from thousands of years ago have all disappeared now."
Terasaka took a breath, and Morinaga's eyes gleamed. Taking advantage of his brief silence, he took over the conversation: "He wants to open the world of vengeful spirits and collide with the world of curses?"
The woman in kimono was worried: "But wouldn't this make it more likely for something to go wrong?"
"The power from ancient times..." Morinaga Tree murmured.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm, suddenly remembering the scene during the day when Suzuki Kawa held the knife and swung it out in the shape of a gorgeous purple flame.
"Besides curses, vengeful spirits, and gods, there are other forces." He suddenly said.
Si Chong looked down at him: "Why haven't I heard of it?"
"You died early. How many years had it been since you regained consciousness?" Morinaga snorted. "And you died in the south, right? Only later did you drift to Kyoto."
What Morinaga Tree wants to talk about is his former enemy.
Although it is called a ghost, it is actually a mutated creature that also possesses unique powers and can produce effects similar to those of current spells.
"When I was a pillar, I killed countless ghosts, but unfortunately, I never encountered the Twelve Crescent Moons in my entire life." He sighed.
When he regained consciousness after his death, he found that the ghosts still existed, but they were no longer active in Kyoto. He thought that all the ghosts had been eliminated. Later he learned that they were completely eliminated during the Taisho period.
Morinaga thought thoughtfully, "Suzuki has many secrets. It's as if he knows everything there is to know."
Takemura Kyoka said softly, "That has nothing to do with us. The opening of the spiritual world is just our speculation. It all depends on what he thinks."
Suzuki Kawa seemed to be aware of the three vengeful spirits' speculations, but he did not take them to heart. Instead, he had fun with his peers.
Shinjuku and Shibuya are both top-tier prosperous areas. He has always been very creative, and it was really an eye-opener for him to take Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki to such a place.
Megumi Fushiguro followed them and rarely looked at her phone. Suzuki Kawa always felt that his best friend was severely addicted to her phone and had to check it from time to time.
A close friend explained that it was because he was afraid of missing out on important information.
They were in the game city at this time. Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki had already gone their separate ways to play, and all they could hear were the noisy sounds of game consoles and the music from the game city.
Suzuki Kawa turned his head to look at Fushiguro Megumi. The boy smiled brightly and pulled him: "No matter how important the information is, it's still work. If we go out to play, we have to have fun. Let's go play arcade games together. We haven't played for a long time!"
The game city here is quite large, with a wide variety of facilities. Arcade machines are only a small part of it. Suzuki Kawa took a look and found that the new ones were not fun, so he finally chose a classic game.
They had just eaten at two or three in the afternoon, so they weren't that hungry yet. They agreed to meet at eight o'clock.
Suzuki Kawa really felt that it had been a long time since he had played arcade games with Fushiguro Megumi. It was as if he was dreaming of last summer vacation... No, he had to go back to the time when he was in school.
When Megumi Fushiguro goes out on a mission, he naturally has to ask for leave. Sometimes the mission comes so urgently that he has to run away without even having time to ask for leave.
The bad boy Suzuki Kawa would brazenly go to his homeroom teacher to ask for leave. Perhaps someone had contacted the school at that time, so he was always able to ask for leave readily. Suzuki Kawa would always use the excuse that Fushiguro Megumi had a stomachache.
Later, at the end of the semester, Megumi Fushiguro saw that she had stomachaches more than fifty times that school year, and was speechless.
"Can't you give me a different excuse next time?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? I have to use other excuses myself."
"Have you ever taken a proper leave?"
"Haha, that's true."
Suzuki Kawa always skipped classes directly.
Sometimes when Megumi Fushiguro came back early, Suzuki Kawa would wait for her at the school gate, and successfully call her away to play arcade games or go home to play games.
Megumi Fushiguro's grades in school are still very good. Suzuki Kawa once asked Megumi Fushiguro, in a self-deprecating way, if going out to play games with him every day would affect her grades?
The urchin-haired boy pressed the buttons on the arcade machine and replied expressionlessly, "That knowledge is too simple."
The screen went gray.
The bizarre lights matched the music that reached its climax, and people's laughter could be heard everywhere. Suzuki Kawa looked at the characters who had been defeated by Fushiguro Megumi's men, and the game coins he had just exchanged were gone.
He sighed deeply: "I haven't played for a long time. I'm worse than you."
Megumi Fushiguro: "You haven't really beaten me either."
Suzuki Chuan clutched his chest, heartbroken: "How could Huihui say that! This is called humility in friendship!!"
The boy with the sea urchin hair glanced at him and said nothing. He just took out his phone, looked down at the time on it, and said, "It's almost time. We can gather now."
He took a few steps and found that Suzuki Kawa had not followed him, so he turned around and looked at the absent-minded blond boy.
"What's wrong?"
Suzuki Chuan blinked, then suddenly looked up at him, followed him, and said, "I think if I had pressed that skill just now, maybe you wouldn't have succeeded."
"Don't even think about it. All your skills are on cooldown, and the damage from the last skill can't kill me." Megumi Fushiguro analyzed calmly, putting his hands in his pockets.
Suzuki Chuan laughed: "So what? Maybe I can kill you with just a normal attack!"
Fushiguro Megumi turned her head to look at him: "Do you want to bet on the 3% critical hit rate of your character's basic attack?"
"why not?"
As they walked out of the game city, the music gradually faded, and the voice sounded more real. Fushiguro Megumi looked at him, and after a moment, she turned back to look forward again, her tone unclear: "But you still lost."
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