Tennoji District, Osaka City.

Under the deep purple sky, the cold wind blew across the streets, and the raindrops trembled in the cold wind.

The off-road vehicle ran across the empty road. Along the way, Mo Yun saw many izakayas and sushi restaurants that were open for business for 24 hours were still on.

The Osaka Branch is not located in the deep mountains of the suburbs as he imagined, but in a secluded street near the Osaka scenic spot, Shitennoji Temple.

There are many shrines and religious places nearby, as well as many historical buildings. They stand quietly in the darkness and look a little gloomy.

The two professors leaned against the back seat of the car and tilted their heads, looking almost asleep. They seemed indifferent to the tragedy that happened in the Osaka branch. They closed their eyes as soon as they got in the car, which was very consistent with the character of the tired middle-aged uncle pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Miki Imai, who was driving in the driver's seat, kept her face tense. Since she heard the news on the bridge, she had her lips tightly closed, her face turned purple, but her expression was still firm. But Mo Yun noticed that her fingers holding the steering wheel had turned white due to force.

"So many things happened when I first came to Osaka. It's really a terrible thing." Mo Yun sighed and thought to himself, "It seems that the power of the Secret Cult here has developed to a very difficult level."

The off-road vehicle slowly stopped on the edge of the street.

At this time, people from the Metropolitan Police Department could already be seen setting up a cordon at the entrance of the yard.

Wearing a black uniform and holding a baton in his hand, he stood in a row on both sides of the street.

I saw the off-road vehicle parked on the street, and a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker with a black suit and a red tie walked over quickly and greeted Mikazu Imai who was walking out of the car.

"Team leader, you're here."

"Kuntianjun, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man who walked over was named Ichiro Kunda, who was a member of the group of Miho Imai's group. His face had recovered from its calmness at this moment. He swallowed his saliva and whispered:

"When I just went in, I smelled a strong smell of blood and felt something was wrong. After I entered... it was full of corpses, and the cadres and deputy directors on duty were all..."

Ichiro Kunda seemed to be unable to continue talking, and shook his head and continued:

"I immediately notified the Metropolitan Police Department to block the place, and also reported the situation here to Tokyo and the headquarters as you told me to ask for support."

"Okay, you've done a good job." Miki Imai let out a long sigh and looked at the door in the distance. From time to time, police officers came in one after another, and then carried out a body covered in white cloth on a stretcher and covered in blood.

Seeing the white cloth soaked in blood, she clenched her fists.

"Team leader, are these people from the investigation team?"

"Yes." Miki Imai nodded and turned to look at Mo Yun who got off the passenger seat next to him: "Mr. Mo Yun, are you coming in to check the scene, or go to the hotel to rest first?"

"The two professors are tired, and they and others go to the hotel first, and I will go in with you." Mo Yun had already thought about it in advance and said with a serious expression, "The purpose of the investigation team coming to Osaka is to investigate the conspiracy of the secret religion. Now that the other party has exposed its strength, we must not let it go."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Miki Imai bowed to Mo Yun.

"Don't be polite to me, actually..." Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, "I know your brother Imai Yuki, and he is friends with him. So just call me Mo Yun."

"Then...thank you, Brother Mo Yun." Miki Imai pursed her lips, not questioning how he knew her brother, but said respectfully again.

At this time, any kindness is very precious.

Mo Yun looked at Miki Imai with his light. Although she did not show it, he could feel the huge sadness hidden in the girl's heart.

Obviously, Miho Imai has a deep relationship with the Osaka branch.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about it. Her familiar brother and relatives and friends suddenly died tragically, while she, an ordinary cadre, instantly became a person who had to take responsibility. How much pain and pressure would be in your heart... Thinking of this, Mo Yun couldn't help but admire this cold-looking girl.

At this moment, whether it is for his own interests or humane care, he must participate in the investigation.

As for the enemies of the Secret Sect, there is no need to worry about them attacking again in a short period of time.

After all, Mo Yun alone is not worthy of the attack of a bishop-level boss.

"Then let's go."

Seeing that Miki Imai next to him seemed to be staring at the door in a daze, Mo Yun patted the girl on the shoulder and walked inside first.

*

The smell of blood.

A strong smell of blood surging like sea water.

Along the way, bright red blood was splattering everywhere, and the walls were covered with dark red, as if a madman was running and pouring paint on the wall while running.

It looks exactly the same as the thriller scenes in horror movies.

Mo Yun frowned and walked in front. From time to time, people from the police station ran to the corner to vomit.

The smell of blood is mixed with the smell of stomach acid, and you can even smell the smell of shit and urine.

Some people were kneeling in the corner of the wall, so scared that they dared not take a step forward and shivered.

For these ordinary police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department, such a scene is probably hell.

However, for Mo Yun, the smell was slightly stimulated. He walked in front without changing his face, and Miki Imai followed quietly behind him.

"This is obviously done on purpose." Mo Yun said as he looked at the blood on the wall, "The people of the Secret Cult are obviously deliberately creating such bloody and exciting scenes to deter and intimidate us."

How could a normal person shed so much blood when he was killed?

It is obvious that these traces were deliberately thrown up by the killer of the Secret Sect.

Miki Imai nodded silently, without saying a word.

At this time, a pale-faced middle-aged man in a gray jacket staggered out of the control hall at the end of the passage, full of alcohol.

The man's hands were still stained with blood, which was completely different from the horror on the faces of other policemen. His face was normal and he had a hint of laziness. He seemed to have just walked out of a nearby izakaya. Seeing Mo Yun and Miki Imai, two persons in charge with obvious temperament, he walked towards him.

"I am Ge Shan Jingjie of the Metropolitan Police Department. The murder case here is unprecedented in decades. What are you doing?" Ge Shan Jingjie muttered, "It seems that only an elite like me has personally taken action in this case..."

"Geshan!!!" Suddenly a roar sounded from behind Mo Yun. A middle-aged man in a black uniform hurried out and hugged Geshan Sui's arm with his hands, "You have been suspended! Who told you to sneak into the crime scene? Get out of here quickly!!"

Then the middle-aged man turned around again and apologized to Mikazu Imai:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this guy is not reliable in normal times. Don't be as familiar with him as you two, I'll let him get out of here immediately."

"Oh?" Mo Yun looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

Although this Ge Shan Liangjie was covered in alcohol and looked like a slutty uncle who had been unemployed for several years, it was definitely not easy to investigate clues without changing his face at such a bloody scene.

The middle-aged person in charge who ran out of the Metropolitan Police Department seemed to be scolding Ge Shan Liangjie, but he vaguely blocked him, as if he wanted to protect him?

"Okay, get out quickly." Miki Imai also smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Ryosuke Katsuyama and said with a gloomy face.

"No hurry." Mo Yun waved his hand, "Since he has confidence in this case, why not let him join our investigation team."

"What?" Miki Imai was stunned for a moment, and the head of the police department and Ryosuke Karasan, who were entangled with each other, also opened their eyes wide and looked at Mo Yun.

"Now we are short of staff and need elite police detectives who are familiar with the local situation to assist in the investigation." Mo Yun explained, "so we can just select some suitable people from the Metropolitan Police Department to join."

"He?" Miki Imai looked at the middle-aged man covered in alcohol not far away.

"Yes, it's him." Mo Yun nodded, "Mr. Ge Shan Liangjie, didn't you investigate the scene just now? Let's tell us your point of view now."

He said lightly: "If your point of view is reasonable, we will give you special permission to join the investigation team and be responsible for investigating the case."
Chapter completed!