At night, the lights flicker, and the night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
The night in Sakura City is full of lights and wine, and the streets are still crowded with people. Tourists and pedestrians coming and going are walking on this land, not feeling any fear because of what happened not long ago.
The phantom of Yomi Hirasaka happened a week ago. A week has diluted the influence of the Japanese people. Except for Takayama City, most people have secretly accepted the setting of "mirage", but people know in their hearts that this world may be very different from what they thought before.
In the bustling crowd, a figure in a black robe walked in a corner where the light could not reach, quietly, and it seemed that no one noticed him.
Just like this, he walked slowly, no one could notice him, and all the passers-by on the roadside regarded him as air, as if he did not exist at all.
"How could the incident in Gaoshan City last week be a mirage? Don't be fooled."
"Alright, alright, Kawashima, we are not important people, don't worry about these things, just go home and sleep early, we have to go to work tomorrow."
"Today the president told me to..."
The loud conversations of the passers-by on the roadside continued, and the figure in black robe was still moving on the road. He followed the darkest corner of the entire Sakura City. Although he passed through the bustling streets, no one could notice him.
A gentle breeze blew, blowing the cloak. In the distance, a face without any face appeared and the figure under the black robe was lifeless.
He wandered around the streets, unnoticed by anyone, but wherever he passed, a wisp of gas from the passers-by would peel off from his body and float away, being absorbed into his body, and the face under the cloak became increasingly blurred.
Jiro Mori was walking drunkenly on the dark street. His vision was already difficult to focus and the whole world seemed to be dark. Now he could only drink to drown his sorrows and had no ability to do anything else.
Seven days ago, what happened in Takayama City, Gifu Prefecture shocked the world. The disclosure of this incident naturally made the Japanese government feel uncomfortable.
Mori Jiro's boss, the fat Inspector Juju Megure inexplicably became the commander of everything. He was severely criticized by the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department, demoted to Superintendent, and assigned to work at the grassroots level in Arakawa District. The real commander, Hayashi Kenichiro, was promoted to the Cabinet Office, which made Mori Jiro feel somewhat dissatisfied.
Why? Everything was messed up by Hayashi Kenichiro. Why should Inspector Megure take the responsibility? Why should I take the responsibility?
Mori Jiro didn't understand, but this was an order directly issued by the Superintendent of Police and it did not allow any questioning. Therefore, Mori Jiro could only drink to drown his sorrows. He wandered around the bustling pubs every day to express his resentment for the ambitions of himself and his boss, Megure Tsuji.
For some reason, in a trance, Mori Jiro walked into a remote alley. When his vision became blurred, he suddenly found that a figure in a black robe had appeared in the empty space in front of him.
"Um?"
Jiro Mori was stunned for a moment. He rubbed his eyes carefully and found that there was indeed a figure in a black robe in front of him. He walked very slowly and did not seem to be a normal person.
Immediately, Maori Jiro took out his police ID from his pocket, cheered himself up, and walked as straight as possible towards the black-robed figure, while shouting: "Don't move, I'm Maori Jiro, the Criminal Inspector of the Arakawa District of the Sakura Metropolitan Police Department, please stop and be inspected!"
Although Mori Jiro drank a little too much, he spoke very clearly at this moment...except for the burp in the middle.
But what Mori Jiro didn't expect was that the black-robed figure not only did not slow down, but instead rushed forward, as if ignoring Mori Jiro.
Seeing that the other party looked down on him so much, a nameless fire began to burn in Maori Jiro's heart. He subconsciously planned to take out his gun, but found that he didn't have a gun with him. He could only take out a pair of handcuffs and walked towards the black-robed figure while shouting at him: "Stop immediately, otherwise..."
Suddenly, Mori Jiro's words stopped abruptly.
Because, the black-robed figure passed directly in front of Mori Jiro!
The moment he passed through, Mori Jiro felt a chill that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. This chill made Mori Jiro shiver uncontrollably, and his body trembled suddenly. In an instant, he felt everything was dull, as if something was being peeled off from his body.
Mori Jiro shuddered and turned his head to look at the black-robed figure walking behind him. He shuddered again and his original drunkenness disappeared in an instant!
"What...what is that?!"
When he thought of what had just happened, Mori Jiro felt a chill all over his body. His legs were shaking and he seemed to be unsteady. He almost fell to the ground. He didn't even dare to catch up with the black-robed figure. He could only watch the black-robed figure pass through the remote alley, enter the bustling main road and disappear.
"No face, no face..."
Jiro Mori was trembling as he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with fear.
Just when they passed by each other just now, Maori Jiro could clearly see that under the black robe of the black-robed figure, there was nothing, just like a black hole, without any organs!
"Ghost, evil ghost, it must be an evil ghost!"
Mori Jiro struggled to get up, roaring in his heart, deeply regretting his actions.
He took out the cell phone from his pocket tremblingly and hurriedly dialed Megure Twelve's number. He was extremely terrified now and only wanted to tell the news to his most trusted boss, Section Chief Megure Twelve who was demoted to Arakawa District.
He was no longer drunk, as if all the alcohol had been absorbed by the black-robed figure in an instant. At this moment, Mori Jiro was extremely sober, knowing full well that he had just been to the gates of hell.
"What kind of evil ghost is that? It can actually walk among the crowd and...not be discovered?!"
Mori Jiro trembled and muttered to himself. He didn't know what kind of monster it was, nor did he know why the monster could walk among the crowd without being discovered.
But he knew that Sakura might be in big trouble after today.
He could feel that when he brushed past the black-robed figure just now, something seemed to be taken away from his body.
That thing seems to be very important to me.
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