"Help! Someone is dead!"

"Come here quickly, Mr. Police!"

The shrill shouts immediately spread throughout the entire police station.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and most people - even the police officers who have cases on their hands - have already gone to bed after get off work.

So both the sound and the content of the shouting seemed particularly scary in the empty police station.

The arms of the two policemen on duty were quickly covered with goosebumps, and their whole bodies suddenly felt horrified.

Among the two policemen was the old oil man named Kamijou. As soon as he heard that the voice came from the detention room, he immediately frowned and said with an ugly face: "Oh no! Hirayama will not treat that little beggar

Beat him to death!"

After all, he had just hinted at "breaking one of his legs" in the morning.

The college students were all let go in the afternoon, and it was indeed time for Hirayama to take action.

The reason why Kamijou stayed on duty was firstly because Hirayama Nobu was an old acquaintance and there was a tacit understanding between them; secondly, he had promised Hirayama's boss, Mr. Hirazo, to release him tonight.

In return, Heizang's people will not cause trouble in his jurisdiction in the future, and he will also receive a valuable mediation fee, about 10 yen.

But seeing that all this may be in vain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

"Follow up quickly!"

Kamijou hurriedly ran towards the detention room, shouting at the little policeman who was following him: "If someone really dies, it will be a big trouble!"

When the two of them arrived at the detention room and looked through the iron railings, they knew something was really going on.

In the detention room, Murata was squatting in the corner, looking frightened and at a loss.

Hirayama Nobu and Ashina Genichiro both fell to the ground.

Among them, Genichiro was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his body had no movement at all, and he looked like a dead thing.

And Hirayama Nobu still had obvious signs of breathing, so he probably just fainted!

"Open the door quickly!"

Kamijou shouted angrily, and the young policeman immediately scrambled around to find the key.

In the end, Kamijou couldn't hold back his temper, grabbed the key chain, opened the door smoothly, and walked directly towards Genichiro, while the little policeman looked at Murata warily with his baton.

Kamijou ignored the dirty traces on the latter's body, touched Genichiro's carotid artery with one hand, and put his ear to Genichiro's chest with the other hand.

Really dead.

Kamijou made a quick judgment.

It was probably because he was hit hard on the abdomen and his internal organs were injured, so he had bleeding from his mouth and nose.

What's going on!

What's going on!

Didn't I hint to Hirayama that just breaking his legs would be enough?

What on earth is he doing!

No, why did this guy Hirayama faint?

Officer Kamijou raised his head with a dark expression and looked at Murata, the only "alive" person in the room.

"What's going on? Did you do this?"

"It's not me! It's not me!"

Murata had a mournful expression on his face, "It was this thin man who insisted on beating his back and shoulders. When the child refused, he punched and kicked him!"

"I saw that the child was beaten until he vomited blood, and I asked him to stop, but he refused, so I had no choice but to knock him out from behind!"

"But when I went to check on the child's condition, he was already out of breath!"

Kamijou stared at Murata carefully. After all, this was a ruthless gangster who entered the war hero's house with a knife and had evil intentions.

But what he said was in line with expectations.

Although Murata's words were false, his expression was definitely not fake.

He really didn't know what was going on with Genichiro.

Hirayama was knocked unconscious by Genichiro.

Genichiro first told Murata his name, and then told him what to say for a while. Then, regardless of whether Murata would do it or not, he took out a blue sugar pill from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth.

He fell to the ground and died.

Murata has collected the corpses of many teammates!

He can definitely tell whether he is dead or not!

What the hell is going on with this kid!

He almost went crazy.

Murata himself is a person with no opinions, but he also knows that if he doesn't follow what Genichiro taught him, when Hirayama wakes up, a huge pot will fall on him!

So he could only follow Genichiro's instructions.

Although he didn't know how things would turn out.

I can only pray that the sound column will arrive sooner.

While Murata was panicking, he continued to provide reputation points to Genichiro, who was pretending to be dead.

Yes, Genichiro's death was of course due to biting something.

[Get 100 reputation points from Murata]

[Get 50 reputation points from Murata]

【Same as above】*5

The consciousness of Genichiro, who is suspended from death, is still sensing everything in the outside world.

[This Murata’s reputation points provide so much, so he is definitely not an ordinary person...]

[If ending the immortality of this world is the reason why I am here, then will the reputation value provided by people related to the Demon Slayer Corps be more? 】

In this way, with various suspicions, both Genichiro and Hirayama Nobu were moved out by two policemen.

"Kamijo-senpai, what should we do?"

The young policeman originally wanted to participate in letting Hirayama go tonight and get a piece of the pie.

But I never expected to encounter such a thing!

It is conceivable that by tomorrow morning, my hard-earned police job will be over.

I've obviously only been in class for a week.

Kamijou stared at Genichiro's body with a gloomy expression. Perhaps under extreme pressure, he quickly came up with an idea, "Let's just tie this kid with rocks and throw it into the river!"

"ah!"

This is extremely disrespectful to the corpse.

Hearing these words in front of the corpse, the little policeman shrank a little, feeling that he was involved in something terrible.

"Ah, what, are you telling the truth? Waiting to be expelled? This is Kojimachi. If foreign reporters find out, the superiors will force us to commit seppuku!"

"What?!" The little policeman's face turned pale with fright.

He is not a descendant of a samurai, and there is no honor for him to commit seppuku.

It's just a miserable way to die.

Kamijou glared at him fiercely, and the non-committal expression he had in the morning disappeared, "You should go to Heizang Antique Company immediately and tell Boss Heizang that something has changed. Hirayama killed someone, so he has to pay more."

A sum of money. Then let him ask a few people to bring a few knives, leave some traces in the police station, tie us up, and make it look like a prison robbery!"

"Is this possible?" the little policeman was dumbfounded.

"Isn't there another one in the detention room? Isn't it unusual for someone to break into a house with a knife and have an accomplice to rob a prison? When the time comes, ask Heizang to take away the guys inside. Anyway, they are not doing a serious business. There are people like this joining the gang.

They will also thank me!"

Kamijou looked at the young policeman with a shattered look on his face and rolled his eyes, "You really have no knowledge at all! Prison robberies were common in the past when the curtain fell, and they wouldn't suspect it. Stop talking nonsense.

, go and notify them quickly!”

"I know!" the little policeman ran away as fast as he could.

Kamijou was suddenly the only one left in the police station, and he seemed a little calmer.

He kicked the unconscious Hirayama hard in the waist and cursed: "It's not enough to succeed but it's easy to fail! But it's okay, this time you committed such a big thing, I can make more money!"

As he spoke, he actually started talking to himself, "I don't know if Heizang will tell that fat pig what happened. If he doesn't tell me, I should be able to pay less, so that my child can go to college first."

I have enough money for the year..."
To be continued...