This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 553 - 352. The Truth of Happiness (4000 words)_2

Chapter 553: Chapter 352. The Truth of Happiness (4000 words)_2

"Blood sample?!"

Upon hearing this sentence, Mihoro Koichiro finally snapped out of his daze. He looked at Gangye Yoshiko with a terrified expression, "No, no! What are you trying to do?! I want to go back home!"

His extreme aversion and desire to flee stunned Gangye Yoshiko and her colleague at her side.

Was there really a need for such an over-the-top reaction?

Could it truly be related to that incident?

Gangye Yoshiko silently nodded to her colleague and then spread her hands out: "There’s no need to be so nervous, Mr. Mihoro; we just want to understand the specifics of the incident, you see, there might really be a homicidal maniac, right?"

Mihoro Koichiro, who had been observing them, finally exploded:

"Don’t lie to me! I didn’t do anything! I’m not reporting this! Let me leave!"

He picked up a stool and was about to smash it over Gangye Yoshiko’s head—

Bang!!!!!

The world flipped over.

Mihoro Koichiro was slammed hard onto the desk, pain overwhelming him as he lay on the ground, unable to get up for quite some time.

"Hmph. Dared to assault a police officer."

Gangye Yoshiko, maintaining her over-shoulder throw pose, spat into a trash can with a look of disdain, "Someone weak like you, I could take on tons of you at Zhongda."

The charge of assaulting a police officer was firmly pinned on Mihoro Koichiro.

Not to mention anything else, this charge alone was enough to give him a hard time.

However, before getting into that, some things still needed to be clarified.

Gangye Yoshiko frowned at Mihoro Koichiro and, after a moment of contemplation, took out her mobile phone.

On the phone’s screen, there were several bold, black characters that stood out—

New type of drug appearing in Tokyo...

"Huh... It couldn’t really be related to this, could it."

Gangye Yoshiko shook her head and motioned the newbie colleague, who was still dumbstruck, to notify others to come help.

...

Beichuan Si was woken up by the jarring ring of the phone.

He glanced at the time.

It was only just past five in the morning; who would be calling him at this ungodly hour?

He answered the phone with a cool response, "Hello?"

The person on the other end seemed to pick up on his cold tone and only after a while mockingly scolded, "Beichuan! You rascal! What exactly are you doing over there? There are reports saying that in your area, someone discovered a baseball bat-wielding maniac?"

It turned out to be Gangye Yoshiko.

Beichuan Si rubbed his temples and replied with indifference, "I haven’t done anything."

It didn’t sound like Gangye Yoshiko was looking for trouble with him, and even if she were, it would be nearly impossible.

This time, Beichuan Si had taken advantage of the goodwill of Shenzhu Shihui and her friends to create a chilling illusion for Mihoro Koichiro, while he himself had stayed at home and hadn’t gone out. No matter how one investigated, there wouldn’t be a shred of evidence linked to him.

"Tsk, you little brat—" Gangye Yoshiko flicked away some ash, "Do you think I want to get up and work in the middle of the night because of whom?"

Beichuan Si didn’t reply.

Tsk!

Gangye Yoshiko clicked her tongue and stuck the cigarette butt back into her mouth.

She didn’t care whether Beichuan Si admitted it or not that he was the baseball bat-wielding maniac; she went on bluntly, "Though this time I have to thank you a bit, the person who got scared and called the police because of you... hmm... actually is involved in a new type of narcotics case." (Narcotics is the keyword, here it’s substituted with "drug.")

"I don’t know anything, and I didn’t do anything," Beichuan Si answered placidly, "If there’s nothing else, I’m going to go back to sleep. I’m tired from being away so many days."

"You little brat!"

Gangye Yoshiko almost spurted blood in anger.

Pretending with me here?

Don’t I know what a person Beichuan is?

Forget it, forget it.

Gangye Yoshiko let out a sigh.

Talking to Beichuan Si about these matters always ended up like this, and she figured she should be used to it by now.

Thinking this, Gangye Yoshiko didn’t hesitate any longer and said with a steady voice, "Make some time for me this morning, I have something to talk to you about."

"Probably not going to work."

Huh?!!!

You little brat!

Just as Gangye Yoshiko was about to scold him, she heard Beichuan Si continue, "I’ve got something to do this morning, but I should be free in the afternoon. I can spare some time then to see you."

"Hmph. At least you’re somewhat conscientious, kid. The afternoon it is, then." Gangye Yoshiko stretched lazily, "I’ll catch up on some sleep, not going to talk anymore."

She was about to hang up the phone when she realized that Beichuan Si had already hung up.

"...that Beichuan." Gangye Yoshiko yawned and didn’t bother with these trivial matters any longer.

It was still early, so she decided to catch up on some sleep before she had to go to work.

A new type of drug case...?

Beichuan Si stared at his phone.

He hadn’t expected that a person he had randomly scared would be involved with such a case.

That was too much of a coincidence.

However... all of that had nothing to do with him now.

Beichuan Si plugged his phone back into the charger and comfortably went back to sleep.

He slept soundly until seven o’clock, when Beichuan Si got up from bed full of energy and pulled open his curtains to look outside.

Those annoying tabloid journalists had disappeared; presumably, the sudden incident with Mihoro Suke caught them off guard.

If there were still people waiting outside today, Beichuan Si planned to use the same approach as he had today.

If one crazed person wasn’t enough, then two; if two weren’t enough, then three... frighten them into thinking the place was cursed so they’d give it a wide berth in the future.

That was Beichuan Si’s thinking.

After all, these people were just ordinary folks, and he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve for dealing with them.

Beichuan Si made a nice breakfast early, then woke up Beichuan Huili, who was still in a slumber, and with a rattan stick in hand, went to knock on Nakajima Michika’s door.

Everything proceeded as usual...

"Speaking of which, Brother Temple, are you planning to go out?" Beichuan Huili glanced at the backpack Beichuan Si was carrying and asked curiously.

"Yeah, I’m planning to go out later to meet a classmate; we’ve arranged a time."

Beichuan Si drank some milk, his expression unchanged, as he replied.

He wanted to see Magong Tong.

After all, Magong Yongshi had mentioned this request to him, and of course, he wouldn’t refuse.

"Is that so?" Beichuan Huili blinked, holding her milk glass, and skipped over the topic, moving on to the next one: "By the way, Brother Temple, have you heard? There seems to be a new religious group emerging around here."

A new religious group?

Could it be about the Beichuan Divine Society?

Beichuan Si shook his head, signaling Beichuan Huili to continue.

Beichuan Huili pondered and went on, "The name of that sect... it seems to be called the Happy Truth Divine Sect... and there’s a rumor that ’joining will make people even happier.’"

It wasn’t the Beichuan Divine Society, but a different religion.

Beichuan Si’s finger paused, and he took the lead in warning, "Don’t even think about joining any of these weird cults. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to your butt."

After all, Tokyo is an international metropolis with many odd and unpredictable elements.

Life here is incredibly rich in material terms, but in contrast, the residents here also suffer from severe psychological gaps.

Filling the void with faith has been a common practice since ancient times, hence there are actually quite a few religious groups, both large and small, entrenched in Tokyo.

"I know, I know!" Beichuan Huili hurriedly covered her butt and pouted discontentedly, "I was just mentioning it! Because a few days ago, Ai was invited by an acquaintance to join that Happiness Truth Sect!"

"Is that so?"

Beichuan Si responded indifferently.

In the end, as long as Beichuan Huili didn’t play with fire on her own, he couldn’t be bothered to mind her.