“Wooooooooo!”
Police cars roared through the rain-soaked night.
After discovering clues related to the Black Organization, the Metropolitan Police Department immediately mobilized personnel and rushed to the Tamagawa area.
Due to the heavy rain, there were few vehicles on the road, so the police cars encountered no obstacles along the way and arrived at their destination as quickly as possible.
“Quick! Surround the area!!”
After getting out of the cars, the Special Assault Force, fully armed, advanced in alternating cover formations.
Besides Sato Miwako, both Ran and Ochiai, the two transcendent individuals, were also rushing towards the scene.
“This is quite a spectacle.”
By this time, most of the Black Organization members had already withdrawn, leaving only Vodka behind, as instructed by Gin, to provide a little surprise for the Metropolitan Police Department.
From a distance, on top of a tall building, Vodka, clad in a black raincoat, held a telescope and watched the police's actions from afar, revealing a set of large white teeth in the darkness.
“This is a gift from the Boss for you.”
He pulled out a flat metal flask from his pocket, took a large gulp of liquor, and then pressed the detonator button with a sinister smile.
Boom! Boom!!
The explosives that had been planted beforehand detonated with a deafening roar. The towering flames could be seen clearly through the rain-soaked night.
“There’s a bomb! Get down!!”
The powerful shockwave flipped over a police car, and Sato Miwako shouted as she braced herself against the collapsing construction equipment, urging nearby officers to evacuate quickly.
Creak, creak…
The scaffolding that the construction workers had built was swaying and loosening, and it could collapse at any moment.
Sato Miwako let out a roar, a red energy coat appeared on her body, and she charged into the danger zone to save people.
Boom!
A few minutes later, the tens of meters tall scaffolding collapsed with a deafening crash, and Sato Miwako had rescued a dozen surviving workers from within.
“Cough, cough…”
The workers, clearly still shaken, crawled on the ground, pale-faced, gasping for breath.
One of them cried out, “Iida, Iida was blown up!!”
“Tell me what happened!”
Sato Miwako grabbed the worker's collar.
“It’s, it’s the Mitsubishi Group that asked us to build a large hydroelectric power station here,” the worker said in panic, “but I feel... I feel like their purpose isn’t that at all.”
“Their purpose is the Akagikawa!”
One of the workers roared angrily, “I heard from the leader, Oda, that as long as we find the Akagikawa, find the red water, we will each get 500,000 yen in bonus.”
“Akagikawa?”
Sato Miwako tightened her face, repeating the name, and told them to get the news back to the Metropolitan Police Department as soon as possible.
“Quick, get the history professors and geography professors from the University of Tokyo, as well as those famous priests and Onmyōji here.”
The Metropolitan Police Department was in a frenzy as well.
Because just now, the Meteorological Agency issued an emergency announcement, a strong typhoon with winds over 14 levels suddenly appeared in the waters near Japan, which could trigger a large-scale tsunami.
At the same time, the sudden downpour in Tokyo, the sinking of the earth's crust in the Tamagawa area…
All of these things, without exception, indicated that the Black Organization's actions were connected to these disasters.
What exactly were they trying to do?!
“Everyone.”
Soon, the meeting room at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters was filled with elites from all walks of life.
Shirakawa Shotaro personally presided over the meeting, his expression solemn, “I believe that on the way here, officers have briefed you about the crisis that Tokyo is facing now.”
“Does anyone know about the Akagikawa in the Tamagawa area?”
“…”
This really stumped the University of Tokyo professors.
In the end, an old priest said uncertainly, “In the ‘Kojiki’ [Records of Ancient Matters], there is a record of the story of Susanoo being exiled to Izumo and killing the eight-headed serpent.”
“There is a passage in it that says, when Susanoo killed the eight-headed serpent, the serpent’s massive body, which was like a mountain, fell down, and the blood that flowed from the wound gathered into a red river.”
“Could the Akagikawa you’re talking about be this?”
“Priest, may I ask who you are?” Shirakawa Shotaro’s eyes lit up.
“I am Matsuhira Hideichi, the chief priest of the Tokyo Daijingu Shrine.”
The old priest had a calm and composed demeanor, a typical appearance of a master.
“So it’s Mr. Matsuhira.”
Shirakawa Shotaro was very enthusiastic and continued to ask, “In your opinion, what is the reason behind the sudden climatic anomalies around Tokyo?”
“This…”
The old priest choked.
He couldn’t possibly say that it was because the eight-headed serpent was about to revive, right?
That was too far-fetched.
“I have some thoughts about this.”
A Onmyōji named Ashinoya Yoshihiko, who is said to be a descendant of Ashinoya Dōman and has been flourishing during this period of the revival of yokai, spoke slowly.
“This gentleman is…?” Shirakawa Shotaro turned to look.
“I am Ashinoya Yoshihiko, the 34th direct descendant of Ashinoya Dōman.”
As soon as Ashinoya Yoshihiko said these words, the priests and Onmyōji present all stood up in respect.
Ashinoya Dōman, a great Onmyōji who was also active in the Heian period of Japan, was considered to be the only one who could compare to Abe no Seimei.
This was a big shot in the industry.
“Mr. Yoshihiko.” Shirakawa Shotaro also stood up in respect and said, “What are your thoughts?”
“I believe it is very likely that the eight-headed serpent is reviving.”
As soon as Ashinoya Yoshihiko opened his mouth, he dropped a bombshell.
The priests and Onmyōji in the meeting room looked at each other, wondering what this guy was trying to do?
They all relied on their mouths for a living.
They were no different from ordinary people, except for their mysterious identities and knowledge of mythology and legends.
If Ashinoya Yoshihiko said this, what if the eight-headed serpent didn’t appear later? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?
“Mr. Yoshihiko, what makes you say that?”
Thinking of Abe no Seimei’s recent appearance, Shirakawa Shotaro attached great importance to the words of this descendant of Ashinoya Dōman.
“After Susanoo slayed the eight-headed serpent, it has revived several times… ”
Ashinoya Yoshihiko also knew the legends and myths very well.
After giving Shirakawa Shotaro a little background knowledge, he sat upright and stated his inference.
“Therefore, we can see from ancient records that whenever the eight-headed serpent revives, it is accompanied by earthquakes and floods.”
“The abnormal climatic events we are facing are no exception.”
Ashinoya Yoshihiko spoke with conviction, but he wasn’t really sure in his heart.
But…
In recent days, all sorts of extraordinary events had been happening. Who could say that the eight-headed serpent couldn’t revive?
He thought he could take a gamble.
…