"Crack."

There was a crisp sound from the epaulettes, like raindrops falling into a pool of stagnant water, which woke the Minister of War, Masaki Terauchi, from his silence, and his ears suddenly became able to hear the sounds around him again.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his shoulder. There was a sticky, unsettling touch, at least it didn't look like ordinary water droplets.

He took back his right hand and took a closer look. Half of his palm was already a bright red.

Temple Zhengyi trembled slightly. It was obviously cold when he first took it, but now he feels that the red color is hotter than fire.

He raised his head and looked up with some emotion, and happened to be looking into a face that was 60% similar to his, and that was still looking at him with a look of death.

The sixty-six-year-old army general's eyes trembled, and then his whole body became dumbfounded.

The one who died was his third son. He left the army out of a sense of justice and came to work in the Metropolitan Police Department. But now he was strangely nailed to the ceiling with a flashing sword, and his cold blood flowed along the cold ground.

Drops of water rolled off the blade, and some of it even condensed on the blade.

The eyes that had watched the ocean on the battleship still held indescribable terror, and the wide-open mouth seemed to be shouting something to his father, but he could no longer speak.

Suddenly, Masaki Terauchi felt as if something was breaking in his head, and everything in front of him was spinning.

When he regained consciousness, he was already being helped by a group of subordinates from the Army Department to sit on a nearby chair.

Warning Director Eisaburo Kamei stood directly in front of him with his head lowered, his forehead covered in cold sweat, almost soaking through his uniform.

He did not expect that someone would be so bold as to attack the Metropolitan Police Department and massacre its senior officials!

Yes, this was a massacre. And more than fifty people were killed at one time. It is no exaggeration to call it the largest murder case since the Meiji period!

The entire hall on the second floor already had a doomsday atmosphere at this moment.

In addition to the corpses and pools of blood that even the army could not bear to look at, the surrounding walls were covered with broken saber fragments and bullets. In addition, several unexplainable marks were left on the marble pillars.

, huge and deep, almost cutting it in two.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of weapons the enemy used to fight the police.

"Sir, the matter regarding your son..." Kamei Eisaburo was about to explain to the cabinet member who had lost his son, but was stopped by the other party gently waving his hand.

"We will talk about his affairs later. Now let's talk about the important things. I will attack at dawn and give His Majesty an explanation."

Terauchi Masaki's face was expressionless, but his moist eyes revealed his grief.

But as a representative of the military, he was not suitable to express grief on such an occasion. He could only deal with business matters first, "How are the doctors' examinations? Are there any survivors?"

"Most of the people did not leave their whole bodies behind. They all died on the spot. The enemy had no intention of leaving anyone alive in the first place."

When Eisaburo Kamei thought of the appearance of those corpses, his stomach began to churn violently, and something was constantly rising upwards.

"But fortunately, although my assistant was penetrated through the chest, he escaped without any injuries and only lost an arm."

Compared with the tragic fate of others, he was indeed lucky to only lose one arm.

"Right or right?" Masaichi Temple's eyebrows moved slightly.

"The hand holding the gun."

Eisaburo Kamei lowered his head.

"..." Masaki Terauchi was silent for a while, "Although the timing is not very good, we don't have much time. Can he speak now?"

"As a soldier and the highest official at the time, he had to speak."

Eisaburo Kamei bowed, "I'm going to ask the doctor to wake him up and ask him what happened here."

"etc."

Terauchi Masaki stopped him, then stood up with the back of his chair, his chin tightened into a tough arc, and said without any doubt: "I'll go with you."

…

Twenty minutes later.

"Are you sure that he personally said that he is a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Or are you just inferring it based on his clothes?"

Terauchi Masaki asked again, "And he is the only one? With one knife, he can deal with fifty-four policemen?"

Just kidding, that's thirty guns and twenty-four sabers.

Let alone one person, even if all members of the pre-Meiji Shinsengumi were resurrected and went into battle, a few people would still have to die.

As a result, this guy actually said that this bloody massacre was just the "masterpiece" of one person.

Masaki Terauchi, who returned from studying abroad, felt that this was simply a fantasy.

Either the assistant to the warning director gave him too much anesthesia, or he had something wrong with his ears.

"That's right, he said it himself. The swordsman claims to be Fengzhu of the Demon Slayer Squad, and he is the strongest swordsman..."

The assistant director was leaning on the odd-hour bed in the duty room. His face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and his expression was full of humiliation and fear.

"He was holding a patrol officer in his hand as a threat, so I ordered police officers with knives to come forward and take him down."

"I don't know what happened..."

He gestured with his remaining arm, "He obviously just swung the knife a few meters away, but it set off a gust of wind-like airflow, and the police officers who were close to him were cut in half..."

"Then I ordered everyone to shoot, but the guy used the hostages as human shields. Once he got close to us, we couldn't restrain him anymore."

"You have all seen what happened next."

As he spoke, he lowered his head in fear, recalling the scene at that time, and his body shook instinctively.

"At the end of the whole journey, I only saw that he was hit by one bullet. If you ask me, that's not something a human can do... That guy is simply a monster..."

No wonder there was a young man dressed as a patrolman with bullet holes all over his body, and now he finally got an explanation.

When Temple Zhengyi heard this, he suddenly fell silent.

When he had a phone call with Ubuyashiki Yoya in the afternoon, the other party had already introduced him to the organizational form of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Therefore, the word "Zhu" is not unfamiliar to him, and it can probably be understood as meaning "general".

However, when Ming Ming communicated on the phone, the other party promised several times that the Demon Slayer Squad would never harm humans, and also showed a very willing cooperation in investigating the truth of the accident. He also invited him to Fujixi Mountain to witness the existence of ghosts with his own eyes.

He hasn't agreed yet.

As a result, within a few hours, this happened at night.

what is this?

He turned to look at Eisaburo Kamei who was standing behind him: "Have all the demon slayers who were imprisoned finished running away?"

"Not only the prisoners from the Demon Slayer Squad, but all the prisoners locked up in the Metropolitan Police Department have disappeared. According to the police officers who checked, the iron bars of each prison had been cut open by violence, and there were also what they said were used to chop

All the Oni's Nichirin Swords were also taken away, not a single one was left."

Eisaburo Kamei said firmly, "Things should be exactly as he said. It is definitely the ambition of this black organization, relying on its own personal strength to become so rampant. It must be dealt with seriously."

Masaki Terauchi was even more puzzled and asked suspiciously: "Since they have this kind of power, they can secretly rescue people in the middle of the night, why do they have to kill people? What benefit does it have for them to openly confront the government at this time?

?”

Although he had just lost his son, he had been a cabinet member for several years and was still keenly aware of loopholes.

"But sir, if I hadn't been lucky enough to survive, there's no telling who did it."

The assistant director shouted nervously: "Didn't I just say that in addition to the people from the Demon Slayer Squad, other prisoners were also let go? I think this is their purpose, as long as they kill all the witnesses, and then all

Let all the prisoners go, instead of just rescuing those from the Demon Slayer Squad, so we have no evidence that they were responsible!"

"After all, as soon as the guy who calls himself Feng Zhu takes action, he's just trying to silence him!"

Terauchi Masaki glanced at him in surprise, "There is some truth to this statement."

The other party revealed his identity because he had no intention of leaving him alive.

Although it cannot be confirmed, judging from the situation at the scene and the confession of the senior police official, this is the most likely scenario.

Although he had a good impression of the leader of the Demon Slayer Squad over the phone today, and there were so many old nobles who swore to vouch for the existence of ghosts...

But when Masaki Terauchi met the Demon Slayer Corps for the first time, what he saw was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps (Muzan Demon Slayer) killing people on the street, plus his mysterious daughter-in-law’s tragic past of being wiped out by the Demon Slayer Corps...

…

As a result, his first impression of the Demon Slayer Corps was very bad.

In particular, he lost another son today who was not very obedient, but was very responsible and promising. It was probably their fault.

It's so lawless.

Regardless of whether there are ghosts in the world, at least this ghost killing squad is definitely an extremely dangerous organization!

Especially when they still have such incredible power.

We can no longer wait and see, we must severely crack down on the Demon Slayer Squad.

Tomorrow, he was going to ask His Majesty Meiji for orders to prohibit those nobles from harboring this organization anymore, and then mobilize the army to conduct a strict investigation.

But no matter how you investigate, you must at least have an entry point.

Thinking of this, Masaki Terauchi asked: "Besides this group of demon slayers tonight, are there any demon slayers in custody in each district police station?"

Eisaburo Kamei shook his head: "No, they were all brought here this morning."
To be continued...