CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 85 LET’S GET TO WORK ON GHOSTS (PLEASE FOLLOW)_1

The shrill sound of police sirens closed in on Shimo-ochiai Ichi-chome.

Oda Shizue had gradually regained her composure during this time.

She had come to a realization.

Compared to the atmosphere at the World True Love and Peace Church, the environment at the company was like Paradise... not!

To hell with that bullshit job!

Oda Shizue would rather go back to the countryside and farm than continue to struggle in Tokyo.

It was too frightening.

The church was frightening. The company was frightening. She would give up the pride of a university graduate and contentedly return to the countryside to be a housewife.

Oda Shizue was afraid that if she stayed at that company, she might one day, in a moment of mental confusion, step into an organization similar to the World True Love and Peace Church again.

Lessons from history taught her that people always make the same mistakes in certain environments.

She took a deep breath. As the thought of returning to the countryside settled in her heart, the world seemed more beautiful.

Thinking about it, the company wasn’t the whole world; she could still live without it.

Squatting there, she saw the police car turn the corner. She decided internally that once she dealt with the aftermath, she would resign immediately, slam the resignation letter on that arrogant, incompetent bald boss’s face, and tell him, "I’m outta here!"

One after another, police cars appeared around the corner.

The first police car stopped in front of the house. The back door opened, and a blonde girl alighted.

She was petite, wearing a gothic-style dress and holding a small parasol.

Judging by her face and height, she seemed to still be in junior high.

Oda Shizue wore a strange expression. Were the police allowed to bring their daughters along for such a major case?

Emily glanced at Oda Shizue, who was squatting against the wall. From her attire, Emily identified her as a typical office lady.

Her legs were clad in black stockings, and she wore high heels.

"You must be the one who reported this. Tell me the details of the case," Emily said.

Oda Shizue shook her head, "Sorry, young lady, I’m not in the mood to play detective games with you."

"PFFT."

Behind them, Okayama Buji couldn’t help but chuckle.

Emily’s expression was flat, her blue eyes glinting coldly.

Okayama Buji stopped his laughter and said solemnly, "Let’s go inside and secure the scene!"

He quickly led a group of officers into the compound.

Emily snorted, her gaze falling back on Oda Shizue. "Choosing to get involved with such a church shows you’re not very bright," she said irritably. "I’ll let it slide. But just so you know, I am not a high school student."

"I know you’re a junior high student," Oda Shizue retorted.

"Katerina, deal with this woman immediately!" Emily was so angry she wanted to kill someone.

Katerina ignored her tantrum-like command and instead explained to Oda Shizue, "She just looks young. In reality, she’s an adult and a renowned detective specially invited by the Metropolitan Police Department to handle this case."

Oda Shizue believed her.

By female standards, Katerina’s height could already be considered gigantic.

Not to mention the exposed, form-fitting bulletproof vest, which further emphasized her robust physique.

Her angular, stern face was all seriousness. One could tell at a glance she was the no-nonsense type.

"Sorry, I misunderstood. Here’s what happened..." Oda Shizue began to recount her ordeal.

She explained about leaving Shinjuku Station, an old woman stuffing a flyer into her hands, attending the Dharma ceremony, and what happened with the pink-haired man.

She told everything, detail by detail.

Including Dharma King Sato Kiyoki’s own account of his crimes.

Emily suppressed her irritation and listened patiently. She occasionally interrupted with a question, and after receiving a reply, would fall back into contemplation.

Having understood the events of the case, Emily’s brow furrowed slightly. When she first received the report, she had thought it might be related to Dio.

From Oda Shizue’s description, the man at the scene had pink hair, green eyes, and was wearing a black mesh fetish top?

Emily rubbed her chin. A vague guess formed in her mind.

She didn’t press further but said to the woman before her, "Alright, you can go home for now. Don’t leave Tokyo for the time being. We will call you if there are any new developments."

"Yes."

Oda Shizue nodded and stood up, but a sudden numbness shot through her legs, making her pause.

Emily paid her no mind and turned to walk into the compound.

...

A group of armed police officers were sent fleeing helter-skelter by the believers, covering their heads.

"Get out! You lackeys of the Demon! All of you, get out!"

The believers were half-naked, displaying a fearless disregard for their own lives. Using their teeth and hands to grab, they managed to stymie the police officers, who didn’t know how to react.

Okayama Buji’s face burned; someone had left ten deep scratch marks on it.

His combat skills were formidable.

But faced with these frenzied believers, he couldn’t effectively use his strength.

These people weren’t criminals who needed to be dealt with forcefully.

They were just a group of pitiful people whose minds had been distorted by the church.

Okayama Buji knew who was backing the World True Love and Peace Church and understood just how malicious this church’s nature was.

But he had done nothing.

This sense of guilt made him unable to use force against these people.

"You’re all truly useless."

Emily stepped into the yard, utterly unimpressed by the Japanese police’s combat effectiveness. She turned her head and said, "Katerina, you’re up."

"Mm."

Katerina nodded and strode forward. The police instinctively made way for her.

Okayama Buji hesitated for a moment, then called out, "Don’t be too rough! Go easy on them."

Katerina said coolly, "I know what I’m doing."

"Demon, be gone!"

A believer shouted, glaring, "We have the blessing of Divine Power! We are not afraid of you!"

"Yet you were all so scared by that man’s words you didn’t dare move, submitting to evil forces, but you’re not afraid of us police? Are you banking on us not killing you?"

Katerina’s words were like oil poured on a fire, instantly inciting the believers to fury.

"That was the Demon using his Ability! That’s why we were rooted to the spot!" "Yes! We do not fear death! We are willing to offer everything for the trial! God will protect the devout believers who transcend the trial!"

Katerina dismissed their shouts as the roars of the powerless; if they were truly fearless, they wouldn’t have been frozen by a single sentence from that pink-haired man.

Katerina’s body arched. She brought her hands to her head, elbows splayed outwards, then kicked off the ground, charging towards the believers like an enraged bull.

This was the simplest, most direct method.

Katerina ignored the punches, clawing, and biting from all directions. She simply charged forward at high speed, using her brute strength to knock everyone down.

In less than a minute, not a single believer remained standing.

Seeing this, Okayama Buji immediately shouted, "Quick, subdue them!"

Officers swarmed forward. Taking advantage of the believers being down, they pinned them and applied handcuffs.

Emily walked past them and entered the main hall of the gathering.

The scene was a complete mess.

She approached the deceased and examined their wounds.

As she expected, several victims had fatal wounds piercing straight through the heart.