Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 518 - 96: Such a Familiar Routine

When Ito Hidemi limped back to the hospital, support forces from the Seaside District Police Station had already arrived at the scene and started to maintain order.

But manpower was still far from sufficient.

Ordinary officers weren’t equipped to deal with pollution incidents of this magnitude. Even if they arrived on the scene, they weren’t very useful, and they even risked being affected themselves.

However, the good news was that he finally met Xing Hong, the commissioner dispatched by the Special Service Bureau to the Seaside District Police Station.

"I have already contacted the Special Service Bureau. The higher-ups’ decision is for you to handle this with discretion and act as you see fit," Xing Hong said.

"What does that mean?"

Ito Hidemi felt like he understood, but at the same time, didn’t fully grasp it.

"It means exactly what it sounds like. The Special Service Bureau can’t provide any more support, so you have to figure out a solution on your own. But there’s also good news—you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble afterward."

"No support?"

Ito Hidemi was dumbfounded: "Section Chief Yan is away on business, taking half of our people with him, and the rest are all here with me. You’ve seen the situation, so tell me honestly, do you really think this is something I can handle?"

"You have to have confidence in yourself, Deputy Section Chief Ito."

Xing Hong took out a wooden box from behind and handed it to Ito Hidemi: "It’s just that the Special Service Bureau can’t provide more support, but you can freely mobilize the resources of our bureau. The director has already contacted the military, and after daybreak, the Qilin Army will arrive to take control of the scene. Also, I have brought you that treasure you’ve been longing for; the bureau has specially authorized you to use this divine artifact."

Ito Hidemi’s eyes lit up as he took the wooden box in both hands and opened it, involuntarily gasping as he laid eyes on the red katana resting inside.

Divine Artifact · Izumo.

"Can I really use this?"

"Weapons are meant to be used. If not now, then when?"

"What if I accidentally cut down the wrong person?"

"Could you bear it if this blade were to be stained with the blood of innocents?"

"Of course not."

Ito Hidemi carefully lifted Izumo, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

Someone had to pay the price tonight.

"Additionally, Section Chief Wang from the Nantong District Special Service Department is waiting for you inside the building," Xing Hong said.

He raised his hand and pointed toward the hospital’s main entrance: "His manpower is also all here; they can be of assistance. I heard there was a little misunderstanding between you two?"

"There’s no misunderstanding," Ito Hidemi shook his head.

Misunderstandings between men can be easily cleared up, including but not limited to a thoroughly satisfying fight, even if it’s one-sided.

Gripping Izumo in a reverse hold, he walked into the building. Everywhere he looked was a mess of flesh and blood—a complete shambles. The surviving doctors and patients had already been evacuated, leaving the building eerily silent, save for the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Upon reaching the doorway, Ito Hidemi immediately saw four heads neatly arranged on the windowsill. The gruesome expressions on their faces left no doubt they had received some particularly ’spectacular’ treatment before they died.

"You’ve come back a bit late," said Wang Yunxiao, as he washed his hands, rubbing his fingers repeatedly in an attempt to clean away every bit of flesh and blood from under his fingernails.

The soap had run out, making the task exceedingly difficult.

What do you mean I’ve come back a bit late? Is that even human language?

Ito Hidemi clutched his chest, glaring at Wang Yunxiao with residual fear.

He had nearly seen his great-grandmother at the edge of the Santu River.

"Your heavy hand showed no intent of leaving me a way out, did it?"

"If you can’t survive this, then I suggest you apply for a transfer. Working in the Special Service Section, you’re bound to encounter this kind of thing sooner or later. If your life isn’t tough enough, what will you use to fight demons and evil spirits?"

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the blood-red katana in Ito Hidemi’s hands, as though seeing his past self.

Wholesale divine artifact business, huh?

Damn déjà vu tactics.

"Do you want to fight me again, or are you slightly concerned about the progress of tonight’s case?"

"There will be opportunities in the future. Who are these people?"

Having regained clarity, Ito Hidemi’s mind was extremely calm as he directly entered work mode.

"Shen Family’s Human Skin Painters."

Wang Yunxiao, of course, knew what Ito Hidemi wanted to know the most right now.

"These people have all been brainwashed. No matter how hard you question them, you won’t get the truth out. They will only shift the blame onto one person, and then the Shen Family will throw that person out to take the fall... This is not my first taste of their tactics."

"The Shen Family? That Shen Family?"

Ito Hidemi was not unfamiliar with the Shen Family and immediately frowned, "The Shen Family has a complex background and deep roots; it’s not easy to investigate them thoroughly."

Wang Yunxiao chuckled, "You think the Special Service Bureau gave you that katana to slice radishes?"

"I don’t need you to provoke me with reverse psychology."

Ito Hidemi said coldly, "Knowing it’s the Shen Family is enough. I will find the evidence of their crimes and bring them to justice."

"Don’t rush; I haven’t finished yet."

Wang Yunxiao dried the water droplets off his hands and pointed to the heads, "I got three clues out of their mouths. You can pick one to follow up on; leave the rest to me."

"Human Skin Painters aren’t cabbages on the street. That the Shen Family can come up with so many at once for cannon fodder means they must have even more strength in their hands. First of all, they definitely have a method for mass training of Human Skin Painters. Secondly, they must consume a large amount of human skin to perform their sorcery."

"I’ve checked the human skin they used; it doesn’t seem to be from Asian people..."

"Overseas immigrants?"

"Exactly. I called Captain Yan Yu’an just now, and he told me about a place called Dwarf Hut. Do you know it?"

"I know."

Hearing this, Ito Hidemi already had a clear line of thought, "What are the other two clues?"

"According to their confessions, the mastermind behind this incident is Shen Qingxi, the third-generation prospective Family Head of the Shen Family. They don’t know the specific content of the plan, only responsible for implementing a part of it. And Shen Qingxi..."

"Wait, who did you say? Shen Qingxi?"

Ito Hidemi suddenly interrupted Wang Yunxiao, "She’s the prospective Family Head? Is that what they told you?"

Wang Yunxiao shrugged, "That’s what they said, anyway. And right now, Shen Qingxi has the Imperial Jade Seal and is planning to auction it off, supposedly part of the plan, too."

Ito Hidemi paused for a moment, shaking his head, "I need to make a phone call to verify..."

"You know her? Then that’s even better, directly asking the person involved could save a lot of effort. And the last clue—"

Wang Yunxiao took a severed hand from the sink, "This is that girl’s hand; I dug it out of the rubble for you. There’s an address written on it, looks pretty suspicious."

"Jianlan Road, number 6? Shen Garden?"

Ito Hidemi’s brow furrowed, "That’s Shen Qingxi’s current address."

"What a coincidence?"

"A bit too coincidental, right?"