Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 417 - 415: Busy Special Project Group_1
Shibuya.
In a dark alley where sunlight couldn’t reach, a police cordon had already been established. The SAT team officially took over the scene. Morimoto Chiyoda, leveraging her long legs, stepped directly over the police tape and entered.
Her eyes scanned the claw marks on the wall—five in total. Judging from the incisions, the claws were incredibly sharp, as if the wall had been sliced like tofu. Scattered rubble lay on the ground. About three meters up the wall, two distinct holes were visible. In the center of the alley lay a charred corpse, dismembered into several pieces, its flesh, blood, and intestines strewn across the ground. The air reeked of blood, mingled with a faint, unsettling aroma of roasted meat.
Were these the work of a Monster? The question flickered through Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she considered the increasingly frequent appearances of Monsters in New York and Tokyo. Moreover, these Low-Level Demons seemed capable of bypassing radar detection. Is it because they’re too weak? Or do these Low-Level Demons use a different method to arrive here from the Different World, one that evades conventional detection?
As she pondered, she saw Miyaji Yosuke approaching and asked, "What’s the situation?"
Miyaji Yosuke lifted the police tape and ducked underneath it. "According to witnesses, when dark clouds enveloped Tokyo, four bolts of lightning struck this alley," he replied. "And according to staff in that building, a pair of legs suddenly extended from the wall. Since it was high up, the office workers didn’t see what was outside, only heard a series of thunderous noises. The person who called it in was curious, came out, and discovered the murder."
"I remember the weather forecast said sunny today, thirty-five degrees Celsius. Despite that, dark clouds covered Tokyo," Morimoto Chiyoda mused. "Lightning and thunder, but not a drop of rain, and then it all dissipated quickly. This doesn’t seem like a normal weather phenomenon." Her expression grew grave as she murmured, "Is it a Monster’s Ability?"
Miyaji Yosuke sighed. "If it is, we’re in trouble. That Monster is likely still within the Tokyo 23 District."
"Yeah," Morimoto Chiyoda sighed and waved her hand. "Take the body back. Have another medical examiner perform an autopsy; see if we can find any clues."
"Okay." Miyaji Yosuke began to secure the scene.
Now a Police Director, Morimoto Chiyoda naturally didn’t need to handle such grim tasks herself. She stepped back outside the police line and strode towards the bulletproof police car, her mind racing. Are today’s events connected to Dio? For something like this to happen on a Monday... it’s hard to ignore his potential involvement. Or rather, could the sudden appearance of Monsters here be related to Dio’s ritual to ascend to Paradise? Allowing them to enter this world through different means, evading radar detection... Morimoto Chiyoda considered it and couldn’t dismiss the possibility. The reason Dio kept the sixth condition for ascending to Paradise secret might be because it would cause immense destruction to this world, hence his silence.
She fell into deep thought. If my speculation is correct, this will be incredibly difficult to manage. With humanity’s current power, there’s no way to stop Dio from proceeding with his ritual. There wasn’t much progress on Emily’s side either. The world seemed to be descending further into chaos. The State Preceptor of Korea had already begun preaching about doomsday and imperial rights, subtly suggesting a desire to turn the current president into an Emperor. This implied turning the Republic of Korea into the Great Han Dynasty. In the twenty-first century, they still wanted to reverse the course of history and play the game of the divine right of kings. The United States had openly acknowledged the existence of Different Worlds and Monsters. Who knew how many fraudsters would rise to the occasion afterward? The internet had become even more chaotic.
"What a headache," Morimoto Chiyoda murmured. Her thoughts once again drifted to that person at home, and she wished for her shift to end soon.
「Shinjuku Police Station.」
Temporary traffic control was still in effect. SAT team members and Shinjuku Police Station officers manned the barricades, turning away anyone attempting to take photos. Even passing police cars had to show identification to enter. This was an arrangement Morimoto Chiyoda had made to prevent any incidents, and she now returned to this location.
The cargo van’s doors in the parking lot were firmly shut. Jack and CIA agents stood guard around it. Inside, Yuzuki Suzuko was meticulously recording data from Ito Otome’s autopsy, preparing it for the report to be submitted later.
Jack strode over. "How did it go? Is the murder related to Dio?"
Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head. "We can’t confirm that yet. We can only say it’s related to Monsters. The clouds that suddenly covered Tokyo might have been caused by a Monster; we need to wait for the autopsy results."
Jack glanced at the body Miyaji Yosuke was transporting. "With such obvious injuries, do we still need an autopsy?" he commented.
"Of course, we do," Morimoto Chiyoda replied patiently. "Without an autopsy, how can we determine if all his organs are intact? Or the voltage his body surface was subjected to? From that, we can determine if the lightning caused by the Monster is different from normal lightning." Her gaze shifted toward the truck. "How much longer for Ito?"
"I’m not sure. I don’t dare to interrupt her. Better arrange for someone else to conduct the autopsy on this victim." Jack sighed, a flicker of urgency on his face. His higher-ups had already called to inquire about the results. But when his report would be ready depended entirely on when Ito Otome finished her autopsy on the Cyclops.
"Have the related arrangements been made?"
Hearing Morimoto Chiyoda’s question, Jack was momentarily taken aback but quickly understood. He nodded. "Yes, the Cyclops’s body will be sent to six research institutes for study."
"To the United States?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"No, directly to the research institutes associated with the Takamagahara project." Jack shook his head. His superiors naturally wanted it sent to the US mainland, but considering the distance and time sensitivity, they decided to have the research done at the Takamagahara institutes. All they had to do was continually report all data.
"Alright. Keep an eye on things here. I have other matters to attend to."
Jack looked curious. "What matters?"
"A murder case occurred in Adachi District." Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged. Is Tokyo becoming more and more chaotic? The frequency of the special task force’s deployment alone was telling. Behind each perplexing case reported, it was either Dio, a powerful martial artist, or a highly intelligent criminal using scientific means to forge a horrifying scene. Cases that ordinary people couldn’t discern required the special task force to investigate and determine their authenticity. If it was related to Dio, the special task force would naturally take over. If it involved others, the case would be allocated to different departments. The special task force’s duty was to exclusively handle cases related to Dio and the Different World. Other cases were not their concern.
「Afternoon.」
Even if the world were to end tomorrow, when quitting time arrived, Morimoto Chiyoda still chose to leave the office. She drove her Lamborghini back to her villa, discovering another of its drawbacks: despite its cool appearance, it was truly impractical for everyday life. The trunk was too small. Groceries have to be placed on the seats. Perhaps the manufacturers believe that those who can afford a Lamborghini don’t need to shop for groceries themselves. Such an arrogant prejudice!
Morimoto Chiyoda internally criticized those thoughts, parked her car, and used an app to open the villa’s main gate. Then, she picked up bags of vegetables and meat from the passenger seat. She stepped out of the car. All work-related concerns were cast aside the moment she arrived home. Home was a place to relax and enjoy. This was a principle Morimoto Chiyoda had always abided by.
Upon reaching the door, her hands were occupied, so she nudged it open with her foot. The entryway was empty; Aozawa was nowhere to be seen, not there to greet her. A hint of regret crossed Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind. She had bought a substantial amount of meat and vegetables today. And I wanted to see if he could manage to carry it all. Unfortunately, Morimoto Chiyoda thought, closing the door with her foot.
She put the groceries down in the entryway, bent down, and removed her shoes. Her right foot, clad in a silver-grey silk stocking, stepped onto the cold floor, its skin exuding a smooth, konjac-like sheen.
"Chitose, welcome back~"
A cheerful voice rang out. Aozawa rushed out from the living room, beaming. "What’s for dinner tonight?"
"Braised ribs, stir-fried greens with meat, and I also bought a leg of lamb to roast, plus a few dishes suitable for drinking with," Morimoto Chiyoda answered casually as she headed to the kitchen. "Bring those groceries here to me."
"Got it!" Aozawa clapped his hands, and the movement made the contours beneath his loose pants suddenly evident.
Morimoto Chiyoda raised her hand to tap his forehead. "Behave yourself," she chided.
"Wow, Chitose, your hand smells like feet."
Aozawa purposely exclaimed, earning a sharp glance from Morimoto Chiyoda. He quickly grinned and said, "It’s okay, I don’t mind if you have stinky feet."
Morimoto Chiyoda, expressionless, said, "Don’t make up things that don’t exist."
"How can there not be a slight odor after wearing shoes all day in the summer? Unless you let me smell them." Aozawa, carrying the groceries, revealed his true thoughts.
Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes. "Keep dreaming."
With that, she strode to the kitchen. Trying to act as naturally as possible so Aozawa wouldn’t notice anything unusual, she brought the hand she’d used to take off her shoes to her nose and sniffed. I’m relieved. Indeed, the foot odor claim was just Aozawa’s excuse. He must be really pent up. This is giving me a headache. They say holding it in for too long is bad for one’s health.
Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind wandered to these issues. Perhaps, if I get drunk... What on earth am I thinking? She shook her head, feeling as if this summer was exceptionally hot, to the point where the gaze on her back seemed to carry intense heat, as if it could burn all the clothes off her body. The heat spread from the outside in.
"Aozawa, give me the meat and vegetables! You go sit in the living room!" She turned around, quickly took the groceries from Aozawa’s hands, and hurried into the kitchen.
"Oh," Aozawa responded.
Morimoto Chiyoda entered the kitchen and began washing rice, then preparing and dicing vegetables. The solitary environment gradually calmed her restless heart. She then put on some beautifully melodic light music and started cooking.
