Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 539 - 117: Adults Shouldn’t Meddle in Children’s Affairs

Accompanied by the pungent smell of black smoke that slowly rose from the underground sewer, countless black-haired rats scrambled out, emitting raspy and mournful shrieks.

Soon, their plump bodies were penetrated by bullets, struggling and twisting as they gradually became ice-cold and rigid.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—! We confess! We confess!"

Ito Hidemi tossed aside the charcoal in his hand, turned around, and walked out of the boiler room, leaving those cultivated Black-Haired Rat Demons inside to continue enduring the torment.

He removed his mask and took the cup of water passed to him by his subordinate, rinsing his mouth before turning his gaze toward the crowd gathered outside the window.

"These people are here to petition."

His subordinate reported in a soft voice.

"Petition? Petition for what?"

"The leader is the Helmsman of the Canal Gang. They hope we can turn a blind eye to the Black-Haired Rat Clan."

"Canal Gang? There’s still a Canal Gang?"

Nowadays, it’s all iron-shell boats running on the water, and you’re still dealing with the canal transportation?

"I’ll go out and see."

Ito Hidemi approached the doorway and before he could speak, he saw several middle-aged women holding incense candles, crying and kowtowing loudly.

The leader, upon seeing the dragon tattoo on Ito Hidemi’s face, flashed a look of disdain in his eyes.

Naturalized Citizens from Fusang.

Since when did Fusang People have the guts to touch our local Dark Immortal?

He shook his sleeves, about to give this little Fusang devil a good talking to, but Ito Hidemi preempted him by asking, "Are you here to perform an obscene ritual?"

The middle-aged women who were crying and kowtowing stood up, slapping their thighs and wailing, "We can’t live like this anymore! You officials set the fire and just walk away, but the old Immortal will come back to collect debts from us!"

The leader, upon hearing the term "obscene ritual," knew things were bad, and was just about to argue when a woman next to him lost the beat, startling Ito Hidemi and inadvertently blurting out their prepared words.

In Tianmen, obscene rituals are taboo.

It’s not that you can’t worship those haphazard immortals, you can worship them, you can do whatever you want behind closed doors. If you really don’t know whom to worship, even an incense burner would suffice.

But you cannot affect others.

Except for a few religious factions, all others are classified as obscene and are not to be publicly propagated, worshipped or sacrificed.

Tianmen City’s recently concluded first specialized rectification campaign targeted precisely these Huaidao Sect organizations.

If it had been someone else, they might have tried to appease the unsuspecting spectators, but Ito Hidemi straightforwardly accused them, and before the woman could react, the Helmsman was stupefied.

"So this is the remnants of a Heretical Sect, death is deserved!"

Ito Hidemi didn’t bother wasting words, pulled out his sword, and struck.

A head flew high into the air, blood splattering five steps away.

The crowd instantly dispersed like birds and beasts, even those kowtowing women no longer cared about the incense candles in their hands and screamed as they ran off, tumbling and rolling.

"Deputy Section Chief, this..."

Ito Hidemi gently flicked his blade, shaking off the blood on its edge, and turned to see his subordinate hesitating to speak.

The subordinate said helplessly, "After all, they are our own countrymen..."

"Just because I’m from Fusang, does it mean I can only kill Fusang People, and killing Ming Country people will get me criticized, is that it?"

Ito Hidemi shook his head and said, "If they want to use that kind of reasoning to slander me, even if I killed Fusang People, they would fabricate a flawless Ming Country identity for the corpse in no time."

"When your opponent has already begun to trample on the law at will, and you’re still restraining yourself with morality—it’s an unrealistic fantasy that only occurs in fairy tales."

He looked up at the sky.

"It’s about time. Let’s clean up and head back to the office to see what kind of surprise Yan Yu’an can bring us."

"This gift in my hand can also make one feel quite surprised!"

......

Lu Xingyi had unplugged the telephone line in his office two hours earlier and stood by the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

There was no other way; the phone had been ringing off the hook since morning.

He couldn’t afford to offend any of the callers, but after taking calls non-stop for half an hour, he became completely numb.

"I’m tired, let the world be destroyed."

Wang Yunxiao, Yan Yu’an, and Ito Hidemi simultaneously threw bombs into the cesspit.

This wasn’t a matter of whether shit would fly out or not, but rather the entire toilet was about to take off!

"How dare you investigate everything? What if you really find something?"

Lu Xingyi’s mood had shifted from initial despair and shock to complete resignation.

All manpower from the police station had been deployed, and as for their effectiveness, that was a matter of perspective.

Now other than smoking, there was nothing he could do.

"Director..."

"I’m not taking anyone’s calls! Just say I went out!"

However, the secretary still pushed open the door and whispered, "Director, Director Feng from the Supervision Bureau wants to come in person."

Lu Xingyi took a hard drag on his cigarette and cursed inwardly.

How much money had the Shen Family given to the Supervision Bureau to make Feng Hua personally intervene?

...

Feng Hua didn’t want to come; involving adults in childish games was not only unhelpful in solving the problem but could easily escalate it further.

The function of the Supervision Bureau was merely to oversee, not to wield the immense power of the Brocade-Clothed Guard from the Former Dynasty. This was the unspoken agreement at the inception of the new government.

Intelligence should stick to intelligence, supervision to supervision, case handlers should focus on handling cases... These departments must never be merged!

But human nature is prone to change. No one wanted the President,in her heyday, to possess such terrifying power, but when it’s their turn, they feel severely constrained. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He reminisced about the advantages of the Brocade-Clothed Guard getting paid to do their jobs...

"Director, there’s a roadblock ahead; it’s a vehicle from the Special Service Bureau."

Feng Hua stepped out of the car and saw Huo Qingyang nonchalantly perched on the hood.

The distance between their car and the Seaside District Police Station was less than half a street, Huo Qingyang blocking the road here clearly signified the attitude of the Special Service Bureau.

Feng Hua couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Hopefully, Shen Jianzhen... can manage himself well.

"What a coincidence, Director Feng?"

Huo Qingyang, hands in his pockets, said with a playful smile, "I heard that the Special Service Section under the police today went crazy, almost flipping the Seaside District inside out. Calls to the Special Service Bureau kept coming one after another. Since I had nothing to do today, I thought I’d come and see what’s going on."

Feng Hua, after a moment of silence, chuckled, "Childish squabbles, even if they cause a bit of an uproar, surely don’t necessitate the action team leader’s personal intervention, right?"

"Aren’t you here as well?"

"Your people beat up some young members of our investigation team."

"Hiss... did that happen? Who did it?"

"I don’t know, so I came to have a look."

Feng Hua spread his hands, "It’s one thing for your main office in the Special Service Bureau, but these auxiliary teams working unregulated can easily cause problems. The principle of nipping problems in the bud is something you should understand without me having to say it."

"You make a good point."

Huo Qingyang smiled, "That’s why I always say, you should pull out a batch from your Supervision Bureau, put them through special conditions for some experience, and whoever survives could then be assigned to the teams in the Special Service Bureau."

"I think that’s not a bad idea."

Feng Hua glanced at his watch, "It’s already noon, how about we find a place to eat and talk this over?"

"Sure!"

Huo Qingyang turned and got into his car.

Feng Hua returned to his own car, just as he closed the door, he heard the sound of a military truck roaring past, followed by police cars.

Rather than appearing to be capturing and bringing someone to justice, it looked more like an escort.

Feng Hua patted his driver on the shoulder and whispered, "In a bit, I’m going to have lunch with Commander Huo, find a chance to call Professor Shen and tell him I’ve done my best, he should fend for himself."