"Without a doubt, this is a supernatural event."
In the apartment, a group of secretly selected police officers surrounded the young man hanging in the room, taking pictures and making records while talking in low voices.
"The target is 'Fujiwara Yamato', 31 years old this year."
"He joined Hayami Conglomerate's Meguro Company as a salesman 7 years ago, and was dismissed three years ago due to poor performance."
"About half a year later, the financially strapped Fujiwara Yamato joined 'Taoka Finance Company' and became a member, in charge of the 'money collection' business."
After receiving a report call from the other party's father, which was suspected to be related to the 'supernatural', the Metropolitan Police Department immediately sent people to check the apartment. The information sent back from the scene revealed a strange aura, and a large number of elites rushed over without stopping.
"The Inoue house has been sealed off."
"The people the target came into contact with are being investigated..."
"The surveillance footage of 'Fujiwara Yamato' on his way is being extracted."
With the supernatural involved, the entire Metropolitan Police Department went all out, and all kinds of information about 'Fujiwara Yamato' poured into the Metropolitan Police Department in Kasumigaseki, Chiyoda, from all directions like snowflakes.
Even without leaving their homes, the big shots could still control every move in Tokyo.
The premise was that this matter was important enough to attract the attention of the big shots.
"Mr. Takeya, thank you for your side's opening up of cooperation on 'supernatural' matters."
In the 'Special Operations Office' of the Metropolitan Police Department, besides the people from the island nation, there was also a group of blonde-haired, blue-eyed white guys.
"We also thank your side for the support."
While exchanging pleasantries with the white middle-aged man with the rank of 'brigadier general' beside him, Superintendent General Takeya directed the operation at the scene.
That's right, with the supernatural involved, although the island nation was 'rarely' united from top to bottom, how could they refuse America's intervention?
If they were really pushed, with America's style of doing things, it wouldn't be impossible for them to act directly! For oil, America could ignite wars everywhere and manipulate the civil wars of many national parties. Now that they knew of the appearance of the 'supernatural', besides the Seventh Fleet, the other two Pacific Fleets were also rushing to the island nation.
The island nation, which had taken a tough stance, also knew when to quit while they were ahead. The two sides finalized a series of cooperation treaties:
America would provide technology, researchers, and weapons and equipment, while the island nation needed to disclose all supernatural-related information to America.
In short, the island nation would bear the risks, and they would enjoy the results together. Although it still sounded very 'unequal', it was no exaggeration to say that it was already a 'great victory' for the island nation in nearly a hundred years!
It was better than being eaten clean.
And this white brigadier general was naturally the 'inspector' sent by America.
"This is a... an evil spirit incident."
Fearing that the suzerain state's lord would not understand, Superintendent General Takeya thought for a moment and then explained to the other party in a more popular way.
"The target mistakenly entered a building where the residents had died and scammed the soul of an old person who had been dead for 43 days. Afterwards, he began to have hallucinations."
As the eyewitnesses, the surveillance footage from various places, especially the doorbell surveillance footage of the apartment, was extracted, 'Fujiwara Yamato's' actions were gradually pieced together.
After America's intervention, the need for 'secrecy' had been greatly reduced. Over a hundred experienced police officers had carefully inspected the places 'Fujiwara Yamato' had passed through more than a dozen times, ensuring that not a single hair would be missed.
In the conference room, the doorbell surveillance footage was being played:
'Fujiwara Yamato's' face changed drastically, and then he began to frantically tear at something in the air with both hands.
Then he quickly entered the apartment, seemingly trying to escape an unknown existence.
Not long after, the sound of a hammer striking was heard.
"After returning to the apartment, he destroyed the doorbell monitor, pulled out the phone line, and hid under the covers..."
However, it was useless! From the on-site investigation, 'Fujiwara Yamato' was extremely nervous at this time. The walls of the apartment were left with traces of his random hammer swings, and there were also a large number of sweat stains on the floor.
"Finally, 'Fujiwara Yamato', who was on the verge of a mental breakdown, called his father."
"He confessed the fact that he had become a 'phone scammer', and at the same time—"
At the end of Fujiwara Yamato's call, there was an old woman's voice:
Is my son... okay?
This information was provided by Fujiwara Yamato's father.
"That's how it happened. Brigadier General Thomas, what do you think?"
Facing Superintendent General Takeya's question, even Thomas, a muscular man whose military uniform was stretched taut, with short blond hair standing on end, and the appearance of a hard-nosed soldier, couldn't help but feel a headache.
"The old woman's... soul, left no trace?"
"Yes."
"With our current technology, we have not detected any traces."
Superintendent General Takeya added.
"Perhaps only by seeing it with our own eyes can we observe its existence."
But... when that time came, what should be considered was how to save one's life.
'Fujiwara Yamato' was hung from the ceiling by a telephone line, with nothing under his feet to stand on—that is, the possibility of 'suicide by hallucination' could be completely ruled out.
"We have other evidence. Please look—"
On the surveillance screen, an armored vehicle was slowly approaching an 'ikkodate' with the nameplate 'Inoue'.
The rear door of the car opened, and several pet groomers got out, pushing an alloy dog cage.
The next second,
the Shiba Inu, which had been lazily lying in the dog cage, suddenly stood up!
It stared at the building in front of it, crouched down, bared its teeth, and let out a threatening low growl.
"This is our... the 'supernatural creature' we have captured. It has sensed this building, which proves..."
"That the old woman's soul still exists?"
"This is just a speculation."
"We have already arrested all the members of the scam organization associated with 'Fujiwara Yamato'."
Pushing his non-prescription glasses, Superintendent General Takeya calmly continued.
"Make another scam call to the Inoue house."
"Screen volunteers who fit the 'money collector' profession and have them enter the 'Inoue' house to observe whether 'Mrs. Inoue' will reappear."
This is very important!
It's about... whether souls exist.
As for that poor 'volunteer', for the great cause of the nation, there will always be some sacrifices.
The coldness in his words was palpable!
?
"Good, I'll leave it to you to handle."
The brigadier general nodded. If it were him, of course, he would first fire a base of fire of shells to see what was strange about this building.
Ever since he learned of the existence of the 'supernatural' and this strange 'case' he had just encountered, the once overbearing soldier had also become cautious.
Souls.
This kind of thing that can't be seen or touched.
No matter how much he trained his body, no matter how well-armed his subordinates were, no matter how much military support he had from a superpower behind him... he still lacked confidence.
Although America's horror movies preferred gore, and most of them ended with 'physical exorcism', there were also movies like A Nightmare on Elm Street where 'Freddy', who wandered in dreams and couldn't be killed, was definitely a nightmare for many American children.
Seeing the island nation's police methodically arresting people, screening 'volunteers', and setting up 'experimental sites'.
Above the main entrance of the house, which had been designated a 'haunted house', the 'wind chime' was very gratified.
That's right.
The wind chime hanging above the main door of the Inoue house was Akiyoshi Yuu's 'paper clone'.
Through this paper clone, Akiyoshi Yuu could cast genjutsu on those who entered the house—genjutsu was nothing to a real ninja.
As long as one disrupted the flow of their chakra, they could break the genjutsu. 'Genjutsu: Release' couldn't even be considered a ninjutsu, its difficulty wasn't even the lowest E-rank.
Therefore, most genjutsu-type ninjas were mainly support. The few who specialized in genjutsu for direct combat mostly had various special bloodlines, such as the Uchiha, Kurama, and Hozuki bloodline families.
And in this world, all chakra came from Akiyoshi Yuu!
Faced with his genjutsu, even the lowest level one, once hit, it was very difficult to break free. In fact, as long as Akiyoshi Yuu was willing, a D-rank genjutsu could also be used to produce the effect of 'Tsukuyomi'!
What was the most powerful thing about Tsukuyomi? It couldn't be dispelled, and one could only resist it with willpower.
Resisting Tsukuyomi, even the Sixth Hokage Kakashi lay in bed for several months.
Then, how will you deal with this?
The wind chime swayed.
Akiyoshi Yuu waited for the island nation to make its move.
PS: Let me clarify, I'm not that great eunuch 'Rain After Not Bringing a Knife'; I'm just a small-time web novelist writing in the same genre.
Actually, you can tell from the writing style: that guy's character is hard to describe, but he has the skill. Every eunuch book he writes is constantly recommended, goes straight to the top three, and then gets cut... he's the object of envy, jealousy, and hatred of many flop authors. And my book only got signed after 60,000 words, and the first recommendation is still far away.
That guy's first book started too high, and when his subsequent results were not as good, he cut it. After cutting too many, it became a vicious cycle. Among the fanfiction writers in the ninth group, he's considered a classic... negative example?
To mistake me for him is really flattering me... so you don't have to worry about me going eunuch. After all, a flop like me has very low requirements. Being able to get by on the minimum guarantee is a success.