Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 833 - 80 When the Stars of the Fusang Humanoid Shine

The main difficulty in capturing members of the Huitian organization lies not in how deeply they are hidden, but in Wang Yunxiao and the team’s unfamiliarity with the local environment and language.

After all, they’re just part of a secret organization, not professionally trained agents.

However, overall, things have gone relatively smoothly.

One significant reason for this is that the organization hasn’t cultivated any masters of extraordinary powers, only a few wandering ronin with decent swordsmanship, who were easily dealt with.

As for another reason, the organization’s leader, Takahashi Shin, along with several core members, have disappeared for days, leaving the group leaderless and in disarray.

Could it be that they sensed the looming danger and fled preemptively?

After Cheng Xuefei used her enchantment ability, the answers extracted from the mouths of these organization members sounded utterly absurd.

They went to worship gods.

As the leader of the organization, Takahashi Shin didn’t have the rich experience accumulated by transmigrators in the domestic scene of later generations. Even if he had the Thousand-Mile Eye, what he’d probably see would be some toilet-paper manga adaptation where he gets summoned to the Otherworld as a Brave Hero, happily adventuring alongside elf mage beauties.

Completely useless.

Realizing his own limited abilities and feeling uncertain about his future prospects, Takahashi Shin believed that his ability to transmigrate to this era was a blessing from the gods. Thus, he led the organization’s high-ranking members, carrying abundant sacrificial offerings, to the shrine to perform rituals, hoping for more enlightenment.

How should I put this... surprising, yet reasonable in hindsight.

The guy really wasn’t "cheat-powered." You can’t compare him to those Kings of Competitor from the domestic web novel circle, which has been stuck in an endless loop for over two decades.

When it came to deciding how to handle captured members of the Huitian organization, Han Bin and Yan Yu’an had a disagreement.

After all, only a portion of these organization members were military personnel; many were civilians and disgruntled lower-tier officials. Strictly speaking, they hadn’t committed unforgivable crimes yet. Most of their time in the organization was spent on group-building banquets, listening to Takahashi Shin’s big talk.

Han Bin’s suggestion was to directly encase them in concrete and toss them into the sea—it’s straightforward and saves worry.

Yan Yu’an, on the other hand, proposed a different approach—sure, killing them all would be the simplest solution, but the problem is, secret societies like the Huitian organization are quite common in Fusang during this era.

The aftermath of the Meiji Restoration’s wholesale Westernization was that both the good and bad were brought back indiscriminately.

According to Yan Yu’an’s investigation over the past few days, just within Edo alone, there were plenty of underground illegal sects cloaked under doomsday banners, elite private clubs, navy and army officer clubs, and more.

Shogunate remnants, wandering samurai, rogue ninjas, con artists, magicians, Ghost Slayer Team members... the streets were full of all sorts of chaos.

You can even find various groups of Chinese international students here, some aligned with the Royalist Party, others with the Revolutionary Party...

Compared to all those bizarre elements, the Huitian organization actually doesn’t stand out much.

So you’re a transmigrator, huh? You think that’s impressive? That uncle across the street self-proclaims to be the Heavenly Father and Savior, and he’s managed to bed an entire street’s wives and ladies effortlessly.

Under such circumstances, if you were to eliminate all members of the Huitian organization, wouldn’t that actually draw more attention from prying eyes?

At first, we didn’t believe it—wipe them out, and suddenly everyone has to believe.

The two could not come to an agreement, so they turned to Wang Yunxiao.

"Old Wang, got any good advice?"

"Why not deliver them to the Army?"

"Deliver?"

Wang Yunxiao shrugged and said, "Think about it—they probably still don’t know our true identities yet. If we claim to be secret agents from the Army sent to investigate their organization... then we can just find an Army-related prison and toss them in, problem solved, right?"

Whether these people survive or not, we can make the Army take the blame.

And the Army sure wouldn’t be interested in helping the Navy investigate the truth behind this.

"You’ve still got it, Old Wang!"

Han Bin raised his thumb in praise, "You’re truly born for this line of work!"

"Cut the nonsense—the most important thing now is still catching Takahashi Shin."

The life and death of Huitian organization members doesn’t really matter, since they were all brought into this mess by Takahashi Shin.

Takahashi Shin, unlike Li Mingshen, wasn’t a transmigrator carrying physical books from the future. All the knowledge he has about the future is locked inside his own mind.

Even if he had prepared in advance, turning all his thoughts into written records, if he himself were dead, those writings would at best be viewed as a mere novel by others.

Even if someone took them seriously, it really wouldn’t have such a great impact.

National affairs are complex and multifaceted, involving strategic planning and interwoven interests—they’re not something that a few accurate prophecies can drastically alter.

It’s humans who make things happen.

If Takahashi Shin were to rise in rank, becoming a Navy fleet commander or Navy minister someday, then people might start listening to him. Otherwise, no matter how truthful his words, they’d be utterly worthless.

Who even wants to hear the truth?

The clock is ticking—the Special Service Bureau headquarters has repeatedly urged all squads to return before the end of the month. After this month, the Temporal Tide disturbances in December will only intensify.

Therefore, actions must be accelerated.

Arranging for the Army prison is handed over to Cheng Xuefei—Flower Amidst Guests is a natural diplomat, skilled at managing relationships. She can quietly throw this bunch into jail without drawing any attention.

Meanwhile, Wang Yunxiao, Han Bin, and Yan Yu’an divide into three teams.

Wang Yunxiao leads the investigation into Takahashi Shin’s whereabouts. Han Bin continues capturing the remaining members of the Huitian organization, and Yan Yu’an heads to Yokosuka to probe into Takahashi Shin’s Navy connections.

Aside from the language barrier, they’ve really encountered little trouble on their respective paths. Their appearances and attire draw far less attention here in Fusang than back in their home country.

Over the past few days, Wang Yunxiao has become fairly proficient in Japanese. Now, when he opens his mouth, it’s pure Edo dialect. Coupled with a stolen Fusang Army uniform, he’s completely inconspicuous.

However, when he arrived at the shrine mentioned by the captured organization members, the scene before his eyes far exceeded his mental expectations.

Takahashi Shin and the organization’s key leaders had conducted a grand blood sacrifice ritual at this remote, nameless shrine. Their sacrificial offerings—twelve young boys and girls—had all been beheaded, with their heads placed before an untraceable idol.

They had even offered themselves as part of the blood sacrifice.

What Wang Yunxiao saw at the scene was a group of bizarre humanoid creatures whose necks had extended to a grotesque six feet in length. They sang hometown folk tunes while guzzling blood-spiked wine, utterly lost in their frenzy.

Damn it, this is a big problem.