Chapter 223 As We All Know, Urban Legends Are True

Along the way, Kazami Yuya turned back to Nobutushige from time to time: "Are you sensible, Mr. Asano?"

All of them were dealt with by Shinfan with a nonchalant attitude.

The child was so anxious that pimples broke out on his forehead.

He even began to wonder if he had picked up the wrong person today. After all, if mezcal is Mr. Asano’s disguise, then the reverse is also true.

...Oops, could it be that Mr. Asano was really killed by a member of that organization who was proficient in disguise? !

The more Feng Jian Yuya thought about it, the more outrageous it became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and the hand holding the steering wheel was shaking.

In such a moment of isolation and helplessness, the first contact person that came to Yuya Kazami's mind was Rei Fukiya, but this plan was quickly rejected by him.

No, Mr. Asano, who is so cautious, has fallen into this situation. If Mr. Furitani is dragged into the situation rashly, the police may lose two undercover agents if they are not careful!

"Strange." Nobushige suddenly said in confusion, making Yuya Fengmi tremble with fear.

"What, what's wrong?" Feng Jian Yuya asked nervously.

"Did you go the wrong way? Logically speaking, we should have arrived at Miwa Town long ago, right?"

Going the wrong way? !

A bunch of news that he had often seen on TV and on the Internet suddenly appeared in Kazami Yuya's mind, such as "college students went out in cars late at night and stayed away all night", "serial murderers disguised as passengers and specialized in killing innocent drivers" and so on.

Nobushige pointed to the road sign outside and said, "Further ahead is Aipido Town. We are back again."

Silla also echoed: "It's really strange. I didn't notice Mr. Feng Jian turning around. How could he go in the wrong direction?"

"Could it be that ghosts hit the wall?"

"Ghost, ghost hitting the wall?" Silla shuddered, "Probably not. These are urban legends and cannot be trusted."

"Haven't you heard that urban legends are actually scripts?" Nobushige said with a scheming look, "For example, there is an urban legend in Tokyo about the God of Death. It is said that criminal cases will occur wherever the God of Death goes. .”

"Are you kidding..."

"No joke, don't you think the crime rate in Tokyo, especially in Mikka Town, is much higher than other places?"

"呲——"

Kazami Yuya braked violently, causing Nobuhiro and Sira, who were not wearing seat belts, to hit the back of the seat in front of them with inertia.

Nobushige asked while rubbing his nose: "Kazemi-kun, will there be any unexpected traffic conditions on the road so late that I have to brake?"

He seriously doubted that there was only one car within one kilometer, and it was a police car.

"Ahem." Yuya Fengmi pretended to be innocent, but his tone was a little awkward, "There seemed to be a cat on the road just now, so I braked suddenly."

"Is that so?" Silla looked out suspiciously, but there was nothing on the asphalt road ahead.

He didn't see the cat mentioned by Kazami Yuya, which reminded him of the urban legend that Nobushige just talked about.

“Um…” Silla asked with some fear, “Did you hit something unclean?”

Nobufan touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "In this case, maybe it is the ghost king of Dajiangshan who prevents us from heading towards the abyss."

"Isn't the Ghost King of Dajiangshan a legendary monster?"

"Wouldn't it be weirder to bump into something real?"

"...That's right."

The corners of Kazami Yuya's mouth twitched slightly: "Hey, now is not the time to talk about this. It's already very late, are we still going to Rice Flower Town?"

Nobuhiro looked down at his phone. The low battery frame gave him the illusion that it was his health bar, and the single-digit time in the upper left corner was not very eye-catching in this case.

"In this case, let's go our separate ways in Cupido Town. Kazami-kun can choose to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department or find a hotel nearby to stay, but..." Nobushige looked at Shira, "You should be able to contact Matoyama Kenzo to pick him up. ?”

Silla nodded.

Nobushige added uneasily: "Don't let Masama Kenzo know your identity for the time being. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to find an excuse to explain what happened tonight."

"This was originally my own business, but not only did you bother to go to the bar to find me, but later... I'm really sorry." Silla said to Nobu Fan with a complicated expression, and then bowed and apologized sincerely.

"Mr. Asano," Yuya Kazami asked with concern, "What are you going to do tonight? Is your car still on the road?"

"I..." Nobuman was about to say something to reassure his subordinates, but suddenly a bright light shone from the front, making his eyes narrow slightly.

After a few seconds, someone knocked on the front window of the police car.

To be honest, it was really scary to hear such a noise on a quiet road in the middle of the night. Silla was so frightened that her muscles tightened, and Yuya Kazami, who was hit head-on, was even more shivering and dared not speak.

In the end, Nobushige reached out and rolled down the driver's window, revealing the middle-aged man in a suit outside the car.

Seeing the people inside, the middle-aged man looked very happy: "Great, I'm worried about what to do tonight? Are you the police officers in charge of patrol?"

Kazami Yuya subconsciously asked Asano Nobuhige for help with his eyes, but he soon discovered that Mr. Asano had hidden his face in the shadow of the vehicle, obviously not intending to expose it to this person. Thinking about it again, Mr. Asano was wearing Mescal's face tonight, and he really hated being seen sitting in a police car.

As for the other person in the car, there was even less hope. Yuya Fengmi had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied: "We are the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man: "That's right! My car broke down and I can't continue driving. It's up to you to take me home!"

"Ah?" Feng Jian Yu was also confused, "This..."

"What's going on?" The man glared at him and said unhappily, "Isn't it the duty of the police to help the people? I just asked you to send me home, how can I get so many opinions!"

Feng Jianyu was speechless for a moment.

Originally, two of the three people in the car were police officers with professional backgrounds, and the other was now a police officer. It was normal to help citizens who were stranded on the road at night go home.

He originally thought so too.

But when the middle-aged man said this, Yuya Fengmi suddenly didn't want him to get in the car.

But...just think about it. He couldn't make the move to just drive away.

"Okay, but I have to register your name. Where does your other family live?" Kazami Yuya took out the police manual without complaint and prepared to start the routine recording.

The man got into the passenger seat arrogantly and slammed the door with great force. He didn't know who he was losing his temper with:

"Nishiyama Affairs Bureau, Acupido Town 7-chome 17th Division."