Nine p.m.

It was clearly past the off-duty time, but the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was still abuzz with people. Even the thick stone walls could not conceal the fierce quarrels inside. From time to time, someone knocked on the table, and even the glass windows shook.

On the last day of the month, most departments are so nervous. What's more, the police chief has also received a task from the cabinet, so he is even more busy.

However, all this has nothing to do with Masao, the little patrol officer who is responsible for standing guard at the gate.

He stood alone under the heavy porch of the Metropolitan Police Department, retracting his hands into his sleeves and holding the black baton on the ground through two layers of clothes. His tender face of sixteen or seventeen years old was red from the cold, and his neck was old and stiff.

He was huddled inside his collar, his feet stomping on the ground alternately to keep warm, but his eyes were fixed on the fluttering snowflakes in mid-air, wondering what he was thinking.

But soon, something else stole his attention.

A figure suddenly appeared at the end of the road, as if falling out of thin air between the gaps in the snow.

At first, Zhengnan thought he had seen it wrong, but after squinting his eyes carefully, he confirmed that he was not hallucinating.

The man had messy white hair that looked even weirder in winter. The golden buttons on his dark uniform shone brightly under the light. He also wore a white coat that was too short. He was not going out on a snowy day at all.

dress up.

But these are not the most important.

What really made Masao's body warm up slightly was the long katana on the opponent's waist.

Moreover, the man with the knife was walking straight towards the main entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department without any scruples.

As he walked, even the snowflakes around him kept away. He looked very imposing and dangerous. Anyone who saw him would know that he was coming with bad intentions.

As the man came closer and closer, Zhengnan's face became serious. He subconsciously looked around and found that there was no one nearby. Then he looked up at the window on the second floor to make sure that no one was stopping to watch.

then……

He put on a strange expression full of concern and took the initiative to greet her.

"Hey, how could you just come to the Metropolitan Police Department with a knife?"

Zhengnan stood in front of the man in white in a familiar manner. He wanted to take a closer look at the man's appearance, but found that the upper half of the man's face was covered by white hair.

But the lips that remained outside were as thin as cicada wings and as scarlet as blood, and the lines looked strangely beautiful.

Masao stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's sleeve, pulling him to a blind spot near the porch, "People from the Demon Slayer Squad, we have been trying to catch every one we see lately!"

The guy dressed like Immortal Sakawa Sane was silent for a while and asked: "Do you know who I am?"

According to his expectation, if the police saw someone coming here with a knife, shouldn't they just start a fight?

What's going on with this policeman?

Why are you so passionate about Demon Slayer Squad?

No wonder his men died, it’s all because of the police’s inaction!!!

I obviously paid so much tax!

Thinking of this, the fire he had been holding back burned even more intensely.

But Zhengnan didn't realize it.

"Although I don't know your specific name, I always recognize this outfit."

Masao smiled and said, "I was kidnapped by a ghost when I was six years old. It was a red-haired uncle from the Demon Slayer Squad who rescued me. Since then, I have been paying close attention to you."

Then, he asked with a strong sense of curiosity: "By the way, you're not here to save people, are you?"

All the Demon Slayers arrested in Tokyo were escorted from the police stations in each district this morning, but he did not expect that the Demon Slayers would get the news so quickly.

However, sending only one person to rob the prison would be too careless.

However, the man in white had no intention of answering the question. Instead, he was as quiet as a dead man, with an ominous aura brewing around him.

If you observe carefully, you will find that whether this person is speaking or silent, there is no white water vapor near his mouth and nose.

"That's right! After all, even if you are really here to save people, you shouldn't say such things openly."

After thinking about this, although he didn't get a response, Zhengnan still talked to himself.

"I know that the swordsmen of your Demon Slayer Squad are very powerful, but the director's assistant hasn't left today, and there are dozens of people inside working overtime. It's simply impossible for you to rescue people quietly. So.

You might as well go back and call a few more people, or you can come over late at night."

"You mean...the assistant to the warning director is here too?"

The man in white repeated.

He originally thought there would be a few unlucky policemen on duty, but unexpectedly there was actually a high-ranking officer.

"Yes." Zhengnan nodded seriously, "Many of the people staying here are big shots with guns. You'd better leave quickly. If they find out, it will be too late."

"No, that's exactly what I want."

The man in white said this sentence very confidently, and then suddenly jumped back to the previous question: "Were you saved by someone from the Demon Slayer Squad when you were a child?"

Although the tone was polite, his voice was as cold as steel.

"yes!"

Masao looked grateful, "Since that day, I have always dreamed of joining your Demon Slayer Corps one day. I also bought a knife and named it Onikiri. But my parents thought that the job was too dangerous.

Then he found me a job in the Metropolitan Police Department."

As he said that, he smiled and touched the back of his head, "It's really cool to be able to kill monsters like ghosts. You must feel very proud of it, too."

"Although I can't help you today, if you need my help in the future, you can come to me."

Then, Zhengnan suddenly wrapped his clothes tightly, looked at the sky and said to himself: "Hey, why do I feel so cold all of a sudden..."

The man in white on the other side was completely unaware of the sudden drop in temperature, but suddenly said: "What if I need your help right now?"

"Then tell me first..."

Zhengnan turned around, but happened to see a blood-red eye with vertical pupils through the layers of white hair on his forehead.

That eye was like a shattered ruby ​​mirror, which reflected dozens of identical young faces that gradually became frightened, and were finally swallowed up by countless insect-like bloodshot eyes.

This person dressed like the Immortal Sakawa Saneya is none other than Muzan Kibutsuji.

"You talk a bit too much and it brings back a lot of bad memories for me."

Slowly and smoothly, he tore apart Zhengnan's tongue and threw it into the snow outside, like throwing away extra fruit peels.

"For example, the name of the first Nichirin sword in the world is Onikiri..."

…

"Snapped!"

A stack of documents with a lot of blank space was slammed on the table.

The assistant director rapped his knuckles on it so hard that the whole desk made a dull sound. The veins on his neck were beating wildly, as if he was infected with some terrible terminal disease.

"What do you mean by not being able to find out? Why don't you ask those who are familiar with them to make insidious inquiries? I don't ask you to interrogate, so why can't you find out?!"

"Forget it if you don't know how to handle cases! You don't know how to chat?"

A subordinate standing opposite him replied: "Sir, these people are well-trained. They all seem to be on guard for a long time and don't even mention those things."

"Don't tell me you're well-trained!"

All the documents on the table flew up, fluttered, and finally fell all over the floor.

"They have received training, but you guys have also received officer training!"

"Just a few simple questions——"

"Since they don't know where the headquarters is, how do they receive instructions?"

"Where do you usually stay when you don't have a mission?"

“Where should I go for treatment if I’m injured?”

"Where did you participate in training again?"

"Can ordinary people learn that kind of special martial arts or kendo or something like that..."

"What's the result? You checked all day long and didn't find even one!"

The assistant director's face turned red, his voice became louder and louder, and he looked completely different from when he usually warned the director.

"What do you think I can do to deliver a message to the Governor? How can he deliver a mission to the cabinet?"

"When the investigation is carried out, will the director be removed from his post, or will you be removed from his post?"

"Um?!"

The people on the opposite side immediately fell into silence and quickly bowed and apologized, saying that they would work hard to death and then share the leader's worries and other nonsense.

"What's the point of asking you to die? I want you to handle things for me!"

Finally, the extremely angry Assistant Director could only calm down and asked while massaging his temples: "Since these official team members cannot be found out, what is the name of Ao..."

Someone reminded aloud: "Hongyue."

"Yes, that's the person. I've said hello to you before. This person is not an official member of the team, and he has attacked our people. He can be directly tortured."
To be continued...