Chapter 201 91: I am Hell
Prevent problems before they arise.

Everyone understands this truth.

Last year, based on the report from the Special Affairs Bureau, in order to nip the supernatural disaster in the bud as much as possible, and to show that they were really doing something, and for the benefit of the people, the parliament took the fast track and approved a considerable amount of monitoring funds.

Regardless of the extent of their influence, at least the number of surveillance cameras in major cities across Japan is increasing rapidly, especially in Tokyo.

However, as an extraordinary member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Shirai Anko has not spent these days in vain.

The neon lights of the night had just been painted on the walls, illuminating the night sky. On the top floor of an old apartment building, Shirai, who was shrouded in black mist and could no longer be seen, sat on the edge with his legs dangling in the air, quietly looking at this relatively prosperous scene.

But compared with the period before the Shinagawa incident, the situation still seems somewhat depressed.

Without any sound of footsteps, Hirosue Ryomiya appeared behind her, took off his mask, and sat on the edge of the rooftop, several people away.

The two of them spent some time in silence enjoying the cold breeze on the rooftop, and then Shirai spoke first.

"Guosue, I know you are not the same as them."

"They? Most of the families that have survived to this day or have risen to prominence have bad foundations, and the Hirosue family is no exception. I have enjoyed the benefits brought by the family, but I cannot cut off the original sin that the family carries, so the "they" you are talking about also includes me."

Guangsue did not distance herself from the vested interests. She disdained it: "But I know that some of them are garbage among garbage, dregs among dregs, and when burned into ashes, they may only be black."

As if she had foreseen the future, she took out a device that looked like a mobile phone of unknown brand and handed it to Shirai: "Most of what you want is here."

Shirai glanced at the device and slowly extended his hand.

"Perhaps you have already thought about this, but I still want to remind you. If you go against the authorities, you may still be able to turn back, but if you go against these families, you will become their eternal enemy. Don't think of them as stupid. In order to keep the family going, many of them will do anything."

After listening to this, Shirai did not slow down his hand and took the device. "Thank you, Hirosue-san."

Hirosue didn't reply, he put on his mask, and paused as he left: "Thank you for the cookies."

"I added a laxative."

"I know."

She waved her hand, and suddenly disappeared into the air while wearing a crying face mask, a black robe, and long boots.

Shirai turned on the device, which recorded the members and addresses of many large families, and also listed their priorities, even the Hirosue family was among them.

Putting away the equipment, Shirai, clad in black mist, blended perfectly into the shadows of the night.

Treatment day.

Early in the morning, Okamura's subordinate who was guarding the hospital last time was waiting for Shirai's arrival at the Special Affairs Bureau.

"It's okay, Sister Takashima, I can go alone. I can't always trouble you." Shirai refused Takashima's request to go with him.

Takashima did have some unfinished business, but after considering it, he arranged for a colleague to follow and help.

Okamura's subordinates had no objections and respectfully sent the two men to Okamura's residence.

"Welcome to Shirai-sama, I am flattered!"

Okamura stood at the door with a cane, eagerly waiting for Shirai's arrival, without any airs of a so-called head of the family.

Shirai just nodded slightly.

Okamura was a little surprised that Shirai was not wearing the iconic eye mask today, but he didn't know much about this piece of information, so he could only keep it to himself.

Together they passed through the elaborately decorated courtyard and entered the house.

"Children, come on, call Bai Jing sister."

"Hello, Sister Shirai!"

"Hello sister!"

"Sister Shirai."

As soon as he walked into the hall, Shirai was slightly surprised.

At this moment, the living room seemed to have become a children's paradise, decorated with many children's toys. Seven or eight children of different ages, about seven to twelve years old, gathered around her. They were dressed neatly and greeted her with rosy faces.

She probably knew why the other party did this. Guangsue was right. Everyone in these big families knew human nature well.

Shirai looked at Okamura deeply.

However, Okamura seemed not to notice Shirai's gaze. He handed the crutch to his subordinate, bent down with difficulty, and his face was full of amiability.

"Cang Li, are you bullying Yan Xiong again?"

"No, Grandpa, I'm very good!"

"Grandpa, I'm a good boy too!"

"Me too!"

After talking to all the children with a smile, he slowly stood up, looking at Shirai with satisfaction like an old man with many children and grandchildren. "Master Shirai, these children are poor little ones who lost their loved ones because of the Shinagawa Beast a few days ago. I accidentally saw the news about them and remembered your kindness, so I couldn't help but take them all in. It's a pity that I have limited energy now, so I can only take care of so many. I really hope that in the future, I can take care of more homeless children and even let all the children find a home of their own."

Shirai smiled: "You are right, there will be such a day."

Okamura's subordinates conspicuously took Shirai's colleagues away.

Now only Shirai, Okamura and a group of children are left in the living room.

"Children, go play by yourselves and don't disturb me and my sister."

The children went to play with toys or watch TV, and the two of them sat down facing the tea table.

"I'm sick, so I can't show off my tea art skills. Actually, I prefer Coke, haha." Okamura smiled and felt around in the cupboard, only to find one bottle left. He slapped his forehead helplessly, "There's only one bottle left for these kids. Alas, I forgot to tell them not to drink it."

As he said that, he handed the bottle of Coke to Shirai.

Shirai didn't take it, staring at Okamura for a while: "I can indeed cure you without any sequelae."

Okamura was stunned for a moment, then his smile became even brighter.

He now really likes the feeling of speaking frankly, because he is asking for help from others, and usually he likes to play the role of a riddler to the people below him.

It's a bit like the logic that people who drive hate people who walk and electric bikes, and people who walk hate people who drive and electric bikes.

"Sir, tell me what you need, as long as I can do it." The experience of so many years has taught him to never use a feather as a flag. Although he can put pressure on the Special Affairs Bureau through His Majesty, doing so can only be a helpless act. What he prefers is cooperation reached through transactions, which makes him feel more at ease. After all, his understanding of Chaofan is still very limited, and he doesn't know whether the other party will secretly do something because of an unpleasantness.

Or maybe after this punishment, he has used up all his favors and there won’t be a next time.

"I need to see your magic sword and see if it has anything to do with the extraordinary." A hint of confusion flashed in Bai Jing's eyes at the right time.

Okamura's heart beat faster. Could this life really be related to the extraordinary? As its master, could he benefit from it? But he quickly calmed down. Compared with his own life, none of this mattered.

"Yes, as long as I can recover, I will dedicate my life to you!" he said solemnly and sincerely.

"I just want to see if it has anything to do with the extraordinary. If it doesn't, I won't take it." Shirai explained.

"Understood, I understand."

"Should we go to the room for treatment or here?" Shirai glanced at the children nearby.

"Let's do it here. I like the atmosphere here." Okamura said with a smile. Shirai didn't say much, motioned for him to extend his hand, and then took it.

This time I didn't enter the memory hut again, but as usual, fragmented fragments came one after another.

It can be seen that the moment when he beheaded someone with a knife was when he was most excited.

Men, women, old people, children.
The arterial blood was spread on the white silk and framed into paintings, which he proudly hung in the most conspicuous place.

That was the living room, but she didn't see it just now, so she must have taken it down.

She watched everything in silence. The nine heads surrounded her like ghosts of the wronged. They stared at her with pale faces, silently questioning why she was an accomplice to the evil.

Black mist filled Bai Jing's eyes, and the nine heads also turned into black mist in fear and were merged into it by her.

Okamura was cured.

Shirai's [Light] and [False Heaven] abilities dissipated at the same time.

And a new ability has been formed.

【Black Light Angel】

【All evil is done to oneself, and one punishes all evil. Killing is also a way of caring for the world. When the black light issues judgment, the pure world is one step closer.】

"Hahaha! Okay, I'm fine!" Feeling refreshed, Okamura looked at his hands, touched his waist and abdomen, stood up and turned around.

The children saw the commotion and gathered around curiously.

"Go, go play, it's not your turn." Waving his hand, Okamura dispersed the children, turned his head and looked at Shirai who was still sitting there with his eyes closed, and called out curiously, "Master Shirai. Master Shirai?"

Shirai suddenly opened his eyes, the black mist disappeared, and he looked at Okamura calmly: "Come on, let me see 'this life.'"

"Yes, I'll take you to see it right away." Okamura said with an unnatural smile.

Then, without delay, he took Shirai to the study.

Entering the study, there was a rather ironic word "Shan" hanging behind the desk, and a samurai sword was placed on the altar below.

Okamura walked to the altar, clasped his hands, bowed several times, muttered something, then bowed deeply, raised the knife with both hands, and while maintaining the bowing posture, handed it to Shirai.

"Master Shirai, this is the demon sword 'Konsekai' that has been passed down in our family."

Shirai took it and drew it out of the scabbard with ease. The blade reflected a cold light. It was obvious that the owner of this sword cherished it very much and insisted on maintaining it.

Okamura looked at the knife in Shirai's hand nervously, and one hand moved silently behind him: "Master Shirai, what do you think? Is this knife related to the extraordinary?"

"I can't tell for now, but didn't you say that before?" Shirai stroked the blade, as if he could smell the smell of blood and bursts of wailing.

"Ah? What did you say? Well, I'm old, and I may not remember some things clearly. Please explain it to me, Lord Shirai." Okamura was really curious about whether this knife passed down from his ancestors, which had been used to kill countless people, was an extraordinary thing.

"To verify whether this knife is extraordinary, all it needs is something you have."

"Me? Lord Shirai, just tell me, I will definitely cooperate." Okamura's expression was serious, as if he was ready to go through fire and water.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine," Shirai said softly, "You said that this sword needs to chop off a thousand heads to become a demon sword, and now, isn't your head the only one missing?"

Okamura's face changed instantly, and he immediately pulled out a prepared pistol from his back. However, when he tried to pull the trigger, he could no longer feel the presence of his fingers.

Puff.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

The arm holding the gun fell off, and a lot of blood flowed out. Severe pain attacked the brain at this moment, and the other hand instinctively wanted to hold the wound.

But the knife flashed again.

His other hand also fell to the ground.

"Ah! Why! No, no, Lord Shirai! Let me go! There are plenty of heads outside! Those children are enough! If not, I can find more for you, one hundred! So what if a thousand!"

Okamura fell to the ground, screaming for mercy, and struggled to move his legs backwards, trying to get away from the evil ghost Shirai.

Yes, at this moment, Bai Jing's eyes were filled with black mist, and his hands were also covered by the black mist, including the demon sword, like an evil ghost. Even the entire study was covered by a layer of unknown black light.

"Your voice can't be heard anywhere, including the intercom you hid."

Shirai walked slowly towards him with a knife in hand, stepping on his blood with his shoes.

Another knife.

Okamura, who was sitting on the ground and moving his legs, was horrified to find that one of his thighs remained in place. A black mist seemed to have sealed the wound and reduced the amount of blood, but he finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"Shirai Anko! You are a pariah, a bitch! You are just lucky to become a supernatural being. If you have the guts to kill me, just kill me. Do you think I am not prepared? As soon as I die, someone will immediately attack your mother, arrest her and fuck her a hundred times a thousand times and throw her into the slums of Insanguin! You will regret it, forever and ever, I promise!" Okamura was like a wounded beast, unable to tell whether he was bluffing or really prepared.

But it doesn’t matter. With her around, no one can hurt her mother, and no one dares to.

Shirai was completely unmoved. He tilted his head and, in front of Okamura's desperate eyes, slashed with the knife again.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhh!!! I'm ****ing you!"

Now, his limbs were broken and black mist was wrapped around his wounds, making it a luxury for him to even die from bleeding.

Shirai narrowed her eyes slightly, she seemed to feel her souls were sublimating, the souls of those nine, ninety, nine hundred innocent people were cheering, waves of energy coming from nowhere were rushing into her body madly, raising the ability of her [Black Light Angel].

She understood the logic behind this ability improvement.

"I don't really like it, and I'm not good at torturing people. Otherwise, according to your sins and those of your ancestors, you don't deserve to die so easily."

When he heard the word "light", Okamura cursed even more fiercely.

But it's all in vain.

The sharp blade cut open his chest, removed his ribs, and completely exposed his heart.

"Go ahead and eat his heart." He stretched out his hand, and countless resentful souls swarmed out and pounced on his beating heart.

Okamura's screams were completely distorted and didn't even sound like the sound of a human being.

In just ten seconds, he became dying, his body like a piece of rotten meat, twitching from time to time.

"Don't worry, there are others here. This is just an appetizer." The resentful soul floated back to Bai Jing, making the black fog even stronger.

This life was inserted from one side of the broken arm and came out from the other side, just like a chopstick picking up a piece of pork.

"Ka-ah--" Okamura rolled his eyes, spitting out white foam and blood from his mouth, leaving behind his last curse, "Hell, I'll wait for you."

Swah——

Heads flew up.

Blood splattered onto the word "goodness".

"I am hell."

(End of this chapter)