Chapter 184: Tokyo Police Department's Full-Scale Manhunt, The Ghost Domain Hotel Where Hiratsuka Shizuka Stays
"'Kira'!?"
Hearing this name, those ordinary police officers had no reaction yet, but the face of the Tokyo Police Department's on-site commander-in-chief changed.
Fearing to cause public panic and to avoid public opinion pressure, the investigation of the serial deaths of criminals during this period had been conducted secretly.
And the name "Kira" was the top priority of the investigation.
For this, the Tokyo Police Department even invited the world's number one great detective.
But he didn't expect to actually meet "Kira" himself here.
As the person involved, Light Yagami couldn't help freezing for a moment seeing Yoru reveal his true identity.
Immediately after, noticing the opponent's smiling gaze, he realized, turned his sight back to those Police Department officers, and a bit of excitement and madness showed in his scarlet eyes.
"Correct, I am 'Kira'!"
"Release the resentment, Emperor Sutoku!"
At the moment Light Yagami called out his Soul True Name, because it was raining and the sky was dim, the Police Department members holding flashlights saw a huge terrifying phantom reflected on the wall.
"Phew..."
A chilling sigh, completely not what a human could make, rang out inside the Tokyo National Museum.
When the Police Department members forcefully suppressed the fear in their hearts and looked forward again, they found that at some point, both "Mask" and "Kira" had disappeared.
Only Light Yagami's killing-intent-filled voice, hidden in the darkness and rain, echoed in their ears.
"Today, all of you, will die here."
Hearing this, the on-site commander-in-chief's face changed. Without time to think much, he immediately took out the Police Department's dedicated communication walkie-talkie, pressed the button, and shouted.
"The National Museum is invaded! An unidentified person suspected to be 'Kira' has appeared. Please immediately deploy full-force reinforcements!"
"I repeat, 'Kira' has appeared!"
....
Meanwhile, inside a certain internal meeting room of the Tokyo Police Department.
L, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and squatting on the seat, straightened his back upon hearing the communication coming from the Police Department's dedicated channel.
"'Kira'... himself has appeared?"
The high-ranking Police Department officials behind him also heard the message from the channel, looking hesitant.
"This... what should we do?"
L turned his head, glanced at the opponent, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, took a small bite, and said with a flat face.
"What else can we do? Watch the people at the scene die? Reinforce."
"Even if they die, they must collect some intelligence about 'Kira's' abilities before dying."
"Only then is it considered valuable."
Hearing these words, the high-ranking Police Department official's face changed, gritted his teeth tightly, and nodded heavily.
"Okay, I understand."
After interacting during this period, he had finally realized.
This great detective who looked like an otaku was completely not a normal person.
He was simply a madman with bizarre ways of doing things.
However...
Perhaps only a madman could deal with a serial killer like "Kira" who came and went like a shadow, leaving the Tokyo Police Department completely clueless.
After the high-ranking Police Department official left the room, L's assistant, the old man wearing a coat and a hat, walked up to him and said in a calm tone.
"Using such words, the Police Department personnel will probably have objections in their hearts."
"I don't have the mind to worry about these."
L squatted on the chair, looking at the name "Kira" painted in blood on the large screen, and said faintly.
"In the process of playing chess, if you worry about the safety of every chess piece, it's impossible to win."
Meanwhile, located inside the National Museum, Light Yagami hidden in the darkness vaguely seemed to sense something, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and murmured to himself.
"L, what choice will you make? Don't disappoint me."
Light Yagami's Soul True Body Emperor Sutoku shuttled back and forth like a ghost under the cover of darkness and rain.
The Tokyo Police Department members held firearms, but dared not pull the trigger.
Such an environment was simply too disadvantageous.
Not to mention shooting rashly could very likely hit companions.
There were so many cultural relics around. The display cases were indeed made of bulletproof glass, but in case there was any damage, who could bear this responsibility?
Looking at the Police Department officers at a loss, completely not knowing how to deal with Emperor Sutoku, Light Yagami's figure had completely merged with the darkness, leaving only those scarlet eyes shining brightly.
"Next, is 'Mask's' showtime."
....
On the other side, the members riding the Super-Quant Club's exclusive mount, the pale ghost hand, had different reactions.
Miko was fondling admiringly, stroking her Mikazuki Munechika, and this famous sword that had already turned pale gold was also responding to her stroking with clanging sounds of metal and iron.
Not knowing why, seeing this scene, a very wonderful thought popped up in the minds of Mai and Rio.
This Mikazuki Munechika, feels...
Very gentle?
Like a Yamato Nadeshiko (idealized Japanese woman) type of woman?
But thinking carefully, something like a sword, even a famous sword like Mikazuki Munechika, shouldn't have a gender, right?
Hard to say.
Mai looked at Yoru sitting on the edge of the pale ghost hand with one leg bent and the other dangling in mid-air. She originally wanted to say something, but suddenly paused.
"So handsome..."
This thought couldn't help but emerge in her heart, even forgetting what she originally wanted to say.
"Hey, wake up."
Snap. Rio snapped her fingers in front of Mai's eyes, pulling the opponent back to reality from her fangirl thoughts.
"Really, your Soul Manifestation ability is Charm, but you end up being charmed yourself first?"
"Sorry, sorry."
Mai obviously also felt a bit embarrassed. After all, this was during a club activity.
She looked at Yoru sitting there, her eyes becoming somewhat complicated, sighing with emotion.
"That 'Kira's' mental state seems somewhat abnormal too?"
Yoru turned his head, the word "puzzled" written all over his eyes.
"Where did this 'too' come from? Do you also have a mental illness?"
Mai rolled her eyes, saying unpleasantly.
"My mental state is very normal, I'm talking about you!"
"Oh, is that so."
Rio breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Yoru, and asked.
"By the way, he actually really agreed to your crazy plan of using himself as bait, dealing with all the Tokyo Police Department members alone, so that we can free our hands to exorcise in the Shibuya commercial pedestrian street. Truly beyond my expectations."
Yoru smiled and replied softly.
"Don't look at his usual rational, gentle, and flawless appearance. In fact, he is an out-and-out madman and gambler."
"Very similar to you?"
Hearing this question from Rio, Yoru shook his head. Looking at the gradually approaching Shibuya commercial pedestrian street in front of him, he slowly stood up.
"Madman, perhaps."
"But, I never gamble."
"After all, I will not fail."
When Yoru stood up, Mai just noticed one thing and couldn't help asking curiously.
"Eh? Where is the Onimaru Kunitsuna you always wear at your waist? Did it skip work today?"
"Skip work? If it dared to skip work, I would have optimized (fired) it long ago."
Mai sighed helplessly. Looking at Yoru with his capitalist tone, she complained.
"In some wonderful aspects, you are much more mature than me, a former idol actress."
"Since it's not skipping work, where did it run off to?"
Yoru waved his hand casually and replied.
"Oh, I arranged for it to stay in a hotel."
"Hah?"
Hearing this sentence, the three girls Miko, Mai, and Rio couldn't help freezing for a moment.
At this critical moment when the Super-Quant Club was facing the most dangerous juncture since its establishment, Yoru actually sent his weapon out to stay in a hotel?
This shouldn't be. Doesn't he always focus on cautious exorcism...
No, the main point should be, a sword, actually staying in a hotel?
Really knows how to enjoy itself.
Just at this time, Yoru suddenly seemed to sense something and looked towards a certain direction in the distance.
"As expected... it has begun."
He turned around, looked at Miko, Rio, and Mai, and said faintly.
"Then according to the original plan, Miko is responsible for searching for traces in the surrounding area. Mai and Rio, you two are responsible for keeping an eye on that 'Door' in the commercial pedestrian street. If there's any abnormal movement, eliminate it."
"Understood."
....
Meanwhile, two kilometers away from the commercial pedestrian street, inside room 2806 on a high floor of a hotel.
"It's already seven o'clock..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka raised her wrist, glanced at the time on her watch, murmuring to herself, looking restless.
"Really, this guy..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka stood up from the edge of the bed. Although there was nothing to do, she couldn't help pacing back and forth in the room, feeling completely unable to calm down.
Will he come?
Will Yoru-kun... really come?
If he comes, what should I do?
Many ambiguous images emerged in Hiratsuka Shizuka's mind.
Immediately after, she realized something was wrong, shook her head repeatedly, hoping to forget these images, still murmuring in her mouth.
"No, Shizuka, you are a teacher, and that is your student, only a first-year high schooler... This is absolutely not okay... At the very least have to wait until after graduation... No no! Absolutely not!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka took deep breaths, hoping to calm her nervous mood, yet she was still restless.
Her rationality was telling her, teacher and student, age difference too big, these are all absolute taboos that cannot be touched.
However.
In Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart, there was another voice, though not loud, continuously muttering.
"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, as long as you want to, it's fine, nobody knows anyway..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka was very conflicted, pacing constantly in the room.
And just outside her room door, in the corridor on the twenty-eighth floor of the hotel.
A tall and slender woman wearing black mourning clothes, with long black hair hanging straight down to her waist, covering and obscuring her face, was standing quietly there.
In the eyes of ordinary people, there was nothing at the door of the room.
But if a spirit medium were present, they could clearly see that at this woman's feet was a pile of chopped-up, scattered, and stacked meat chunks of various colors, all emitting black Qi.
"The twenty-seventh one..."
From the woman's eyes hidden under her black hair radiated a chilling sharpness.
It was simply like a humanoid sword.
"Master... should be arriving soon..."
Meanwhile, Hiratsuka Shizuka inside the room suddenly heard her phone ring.
Looking at the number that had been saved on the first day of school but never dialed, and receiving a call from it for the first time today, Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help showing a nervous look, carefully answering the call.
"Hello..."
From the other end came Yoru's smiling voice.
"I say Shizuka-chan, why are you pitching your voice higher (Jia Qi Lai / acting cute)?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka's face stiffened, and she reverted to her usual tone.
"Pitch your head!"
"If you want to pitch (clamp), I could reluctantly agree."
"What pitch... you guy!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka was after all an adult woman, and immediately realized what Yoru meant by pitch (clamp).
"You guy... actually daring to flirt with a teacher!"
"Just mentioning, it's summer vacation now."
Hearing the word summer vacation, Hiratsuka Shizuka thought that's true.
Away from school...
She and Yoru weren't in the identities of teacher and student.
Just a young man... and a not-so-young single woman.
Thinking of this, Hiratsuka Shizuka hesitated, speaking carefully.
"Then... do you want to come up?"
"Come up? That works too."
"Mmhmm, then I'll go down to pick you up."
Although Hiratsuka Shizuka looked careless on the outside, she was actually very considerate.
She thought that Yoru, a high school student, coming to this kind of hotel, would definitely feel at a loss, not knowing where to go, and would feel very awkward.
Under these circumstances, how could she let the opponent take the elevator alone?
Going down to the first floor to meet Yoru would not only save him from such awkwardness but also take the opportunity to gain some favorability points.
After all, when in Sobu High school, rather than her taking care of the opponent, it was more like Yoru, as a student, was taking care of her, the teacher.
"Hum hum hum~"
Hiratsuka Shizuka arranged her long hair, humming an unknown tune, stepped out of the room with brisk steps, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.
"Strange..."
During the elevator's descent, Hiratsuka Shizuka tightened her collar, murmuring to herself.
"It's clearly July, why is it so cold at night..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt an inexplicable chill in the air, to the point that even when exhaling, it would condense into white mist.
Is the hotel's air conditioning turned up too high?
So strange.
Upon arriving at the first-floor lobby, as soon as the elevator doors opened, Hiratsuka Shizuka saw Yoru standing at the door.
"Eh? You already found the elevator entrance?"
"Of course."
Seeing Yoru looking relaxed and at ease, Hiratsuka Shizuka froze for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly and shook her head.
I really have completely lost the ability to think calmly.
Who is the opponent?
This is the social terrorist Yoru who, after defeating the Shuchiin students in the joint exam, actively requested to give a victory speech.
Nervous? At a loss? Awkward?
How could I associate these three words with him?
Perhaps....
Is it because concern causes confusion?
Hiratsuka Shizuka composed herself, pretending to be calm.
"Um, come in."
"Sure."
Yoru responded casually, then stepped into the elevator.
Watching the numbers representing the floors constantly increasing on the display screen above, a thoughtful look revealed in his eyes.
And Hiratsuka Shizuka felt that the air seemed to have become even colder.
"Speaking of which, looking at the lobby just now, the occupancy rate of this hotel is quite high?"
Hearing Yoru's words, Hiratsuka Shizuka thought the opponent felt somewhat at a loss being alone with her, so he casually found a topic. A smile couldn't help rising on the corners of her lips, thinking this guy is unexpectedly pure despite his appearance.
"Yeah, after all, it's very close to the bustling Shibuya commercial street."
Hiratsuka Shizuka first replied with this sentence, then a wonderful thought suddenly emerged in her heart.
It's rare to see Yoru shy for once, why not turn the offensive around?
Always being caught off guard by the opponent, today, shouldn't I gain the upper hand once?
Thinking of this, Hiratsuka Shizuka quietly moved closer to Yoru a bit, her lips pressing close to his ear, saying in an extremely charming tone.
"It's so cold today, and raining heavily outside. How about... just staying overnight at my place?"
Watching Yoru's eyes flicker, remaining silent without replying, Hiratsuka Shizuka was feeling smug, but suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The opponent's eyes...
Don't seem to be shy?
But a very strange mixture of excitement, madness, pleasure, and expectation?
Hiratsuka Shizuka had never seen Yoru like this.
When she interacted with the opponent, she always felt he had an unmotivated, confident, and utterly bored look.
Did he become like this because of my words?
Doesn't feel like it.
Just as Hiratsuka Shizuka was completely puzzled, she suddenly heard a "Ding".
The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing the familiar floor in front of them.
Hiratsuka Shizuka composed herself and smiled.
"We're here, let's go out."
Just as Hiratsuka Shizuka was about to take a step, she suddenly heard a "clang" from above her head.
She subconsciously looked up, and catching her eye was a twisted dark purple face.
"You can see!"
Facing this sudden terrifying scene, even Kyoto's Number One Iron Fist Hiratsuka Shizuka felt like plunging into an ice cave, instantly scared silly in place.
Just as that dark purple terrifying face opened its big mouth, about to bite into Hiratsuka Shizuka's slender and snow-white neck, its head was suddenly grabbed instantly by a hand reaching from the side.
Immediately after.
Bang!
Yoru yanked this evil spirit's head, forcibly dragging it out from the elevator shaft. Then, with a little force from his five fingers, he crushed the opponent's head into a mass of black Qi.
Under Hiratsuka Shizuka's shocked and horrified gaze, still not reacting from the scene just now, he casually clapped his hands, looking disgusted.
"So weak, I'm too lazy to even eat it."