Chapter 60
Even the military and police, who pride themselves on their composure and ability to remain unfazed in any situation, were trembling with shock at the bloody and horrific scene.
This is the headquarters building of the port's Mafia...!
Even if it were in other locations, such as casinos, KTVs, dark alleys, or abandoned houses—places where mass deaths are more common—they probably wouldn't feel such horror.
But this location is special.
On their first day at the police station, every new recruit was warned: never provoke certain large organizations. They should turn a blind eye to their misdeeds and let it go. Going too far into the matter would only lead to a miserable death.
Several large organizations, including the port mafia.
Ordinary citizens have almost no contact with people possessing superpowers, and the government deliberately conceals the existence of these special individuals. Therefore, what they fear is only the weapons of these organizations' members and their brutal and cruel ways of doing things.
Those who come into contact with the underworld do indeed have a different grasp of information, but that's nothing to be happy about.
The more they know than the general public, the clearer they are about the dilemmas and difficulties in exercising their rights and responsibilities.
Moreover, Yokohama was a public concession established after the country's defeat in World War II.
Many foreign warlords would occupy this area under various pretexts, and consular police would compete with them for the right to maintain order. The application of laws and regulations was often ambiguous, giving many criminals the opportunity to be exempted from prosecution or extradited.
Even the Special Abilities Division seemed powerless to manage Yokohama, let alone ordinary people like them.
The more shocking the visual impact is to the military and police who once held such thoughts, the more profound the shock becomes.
This is the headquarters of the Port Mafia! To dare to build such a grand high-rise building in Yokohama is tantamount to a contemptuous provocation that tramples the face of the government's law enforcement agencies into the dust—and the fact that it has existed for several years is enough to demonstrate the Port Mafia's own barbaric power.
But at this moment, dark, thick blood was slowly, slowly flowing down the ceiling, the walls, and the soles of the young man's boots.
Along with the "tyranny of blood" that had previously loomed over the entire city like a shadow, they were all inanimate objects trampled under his boots.
"You...no, you...did you do all of this?"
The leading military police officer asked the question almost cautiously.
God knows that when they received the report, they thought it was just a regular murder case... They never imagined it would be such a huge news story that would shock the whole country!
They were just ordinary patrol officers in a regular patrol unit; they had no ability to handle such a big case!
In the past two days, there have indeed been rumors that things seem to be getting chaotic within this organization, but they have been repeatedly warned not to pay too much attention to the infighting here, lest they offend a certain big shot and lose their lives...
Nobody expected this chaotic turn of events; it's practically a total annihilation, isn't it?
The young man who had proactively reported discovering a crime scene casually led them here, confronting them with a scene of hellish cruelty...
"How could that be? I am a law-abiding citizen."
Ye Yihe bowed slightly to them and even took out his own passport as proof.
This was arranged by that kimono-clad samurai who helped Oda Sakunosuke when he left the detention center. No matter who comes to investigate, they'll have to admit it's true.
"Mr. F... Fyodor?"
The military policeman was probably too frightened, because he actually reached out and took it and looked through it. He found that it had entry and exit stamps from several countries, all of which were genuine.
"yes,"
The surge in resurrection points instantly put Ye Yihe in a very pleasant mood, and even his voice was light and cheerful.
He had originally intended to make his expression more somber, or even as stern and unsmiling as a Russian; but how could he put it, this was two hundred survival points! Just thinking about how many criminal organizations were committing atrocities in the city made it impossible for him to appear serious.
"After you count the survivors and collect the bodies, a forensic doctor will come to perform autopsies and analyze the cause of death, right? At that time, you will find that the weapons that killed them all came from within. In other words, these people all died from internal strife."
The soldiers and police felt sweat seeping out from where the brim of their hats touched their skin, making it feel stuffy and sticky.
This young man, this person, standing in the vicious Mafia headquarters, amidst corpses and bloodstains, and even the nauseating stench of gunpowder in the air, he could actually appear so cheerful...!
This nonchalant and cheerful attitude in the face of a mass death scene is terrifying!
His colleagues, who had come with him, had obviously thought of this as well, and were quietly hissing and hinting to him to finish the matter quickly and not to linger with this unpredictable devil.
There is no evidence now, but does that mean he can't be the one who did it?
What if he did it using some unknown supernatural ability?
What if he gets upset and kills them all, then claims it was internal strife? The best course of action is to respectfully escort this sir away and call our superiors and the Special Abilities Division to investigate!
Standing in the main hall of the headquarters building, Ye Yihe gradually found the mixed smells unbearable.
A corpse can be pretended not to be seen, but does he really need to hypnotize himself into not being able to smell something after being around it for a while...?
He specifically called the police to bring people here, not because he saw these military police officers standing there winking and hissing, but because no one was responding to him.
After waiting a while longer, Ye Yihe, who was becoming increasingly impatient, let out a "Hmm?" with a rising tone at the end.
"Yes!"
The military police officer who had just spoken to him was startled and immediately ended his whispered conversation with his colleague.
"We'll contact professionals to handle the situation. Would it be convenient for you to leave your address or contact information? We might need you to provide some statements later... Of course, it's fine if you don't, it's entirely up to you!"
"Forget about that, I can't provide any more information. Perhaps you could ask the survivors."
Ye Yihe, finally able to leave, silently exhaled a breath. After walking past them and taking a few steps toward the door, he suddenly remembered his plans and turned back to give them a friendly smile.
"Believe me, we'll have many more opportunities to meet in the future,"
The soldiers and police watched as the young man's smile slowly widened, and they uttered the respectful titles bestowed upon them.
"police officer."
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"What? The port mafia is gone?"
Inside the Armed Detective Agency, a phone call made even the usually composed and steady director unconsciously raise his voice.
The famous detective, who was sleeping on the sofa, didn't move, but his ears, which were covered by a magazine, suddenly perked up.
"Even you only managed to escape because you received advance warning..."
The president frowned, his voice lowering again, "Is Natsume-sensei's three-part plan going to be postponed again...?"
"I'm afraid that's not the case," Mori Ougai said on the other end of the phone.
In my opinion, the entire Yokohama underworld is about to undergo a complete upheaval.
He was sitting in his old clinic, but he still seemed a little shaken.
If this is something a superhuman could accomplish, then the opponent's strength is far beyond imagination.
If this was the result of several superhumans, then at least one of them must have been a brilliant strategist to so easily incite so many people to kill each other, with only a few surviving.
The most crucial point is that this incident lasted only two days from its outbreak to its end, yet no one knows who was behind it.
Mori Ōgai reflexively recalled Dazai Osamu, the one who had called him to warn him to run away.
Since he disappeared silently from his hospital bed some time ago, no one has seen him again. Mori Ougai originally thought that he might have successfully committed suicide somewhere, or he might be planning his next suicide. But when he reappeared, it was with a life-or-death emergency warning.
Although Dazai Osamu still looked like a boy, and even his body was thin due to lack of nutrition, Mori Ōgai knew in his heart what a sharp mind he possessed beneath that pessimistic and world-weary exterior.
Could he have orchestrated all of this...? No, I've personally verified his supernatural abilities; it's impossible for him to cause such devastation.
If it's said that multiple superhumans obeyed his orders... then his motives simply don't make sense.
Dazai Osamu recuperated at his place, then left alone without a word. Not long after, he suddenly led the superhumans back to the port of Mafia, a series of schemes and operations aimed at killing everyone.
This is utterly illogical; it benefits neither party in any way.
Because he couldn't figure it out, Mori Ougai specifically called this business partner with whom he had broken ties over the competition with Yosano Akiko, to try and get some information from him.
"You mean, all the illegal organizations in Yokohama are going to..."
The president was no less surprised than Mori Ougai. "Who is that person? Can they do it?"
What do you mean by "that person"? There's no such thing as just "that person." He also put in a lot of effort!
Edogawa Ranpo secretly and loudly refuted this in his heart.
He relied on his extensive network of contacts with the police, having helped countless officers solve cases. He would ask around here and there, piecing together bits and pieces of information, gradually deducing more and more necessary details from the available data, and then continuing to seek out other officers who might know the information!
Although the local police dare not deal with those lawless thugs, they still keep a record of each case and its general details, especially cases where they know the names of the people involved.
Even if each police officer only has information on two or three members, piecing it together is enough to depict the entire organization—of course, this also requires the mind of a master detective to connect the countless deeply buried clues.
In other words, he deserves a large part of the credit for achieving this result!
The famous detective lay silently on the sofa, secretly smugly surveying the spoils of war that he and Ye Yihe had conquered.
This is why each police officer thought they had only provided one or two pages of paper unrelated to classified information, completely unaware that they had also participated in this unprecedented "grand trial".
This also means that, regarding the source of the information, as long as he and Jingzi don't say anything, almost no one in the police force can guess who it is—moreover, many of the police officers have already been transferred to other cities, so no one would think to ask them.
"I see."
After a long silence, the president slowly spoke again, "I will ask Natsume-sensei for his opinion, especially for more detailed internal information and future plans in response to the mutation incident."
Conversely, if such a deadly weapon could so easily wipe out an entire organization, it probably wouldn't take much effort to take down an entire city someday.
This is an issue that urgently needs to be reported to Natsume-sensei.
"Including the most perplexing question... how did they accurately pinpoint who were members of the port mafia?"
Not only inside the Mafia building, but also on the streets nearby, several bodies were found, all from gunfights among the insiders.
This is truly a perplexing question, because there must have been pedestrians passing by on the street at the time, yet no one was accidentally injured.
The president hung up the receiver and closed his eyes to calm his thoughts—when he opened them again, he found that Ranpo, who had been sleeping next door, was now sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring at him with his dark green eyes wide open.
"What's wrong, Ranpo?"
He asked the young detective, whose reasoning skills were top-notch, "Have you figured things out yet?"
"No, no, there isn't!"
Edogawa Ranpo immediately put on an innocent expression.
"I don't know anything about it."
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