Chapter 310: Could this guy be a siscon

Akaso Kaze performed magic without haste.

After Mrs. Nibe came Mitsui Tamami. The scene was reproduced, and neither of them was the culprit.

Sawakuri Isao turned the handgun toward Tochi Shinobu with a cold expression.

Tochi Shinobu collapsed to the ground.

"There is a story in this book that I wrote with her. It is the most famous story I have ever written."

"Actually, I wasn't jealous or anything. That was the only story I helped write, and winning the award was her own strength. As her friend, I was even proud, and I thought I could work hard too."

"However, the publisher said my style was too similar to hers, and I could only be a ghostwriter."

"I hadn't noticed until now that ever since she started writing, she had been imitating my writing style. It’s too much. At the very least, she should have publicly stated that her debut work had my help. As a result, she said I intended to slander her and ignored me completely."

Tochi Shinobu’s eyes turned red as she choked up and looked at Sawakuri Isao.

"I’ve talked to your sister many times. If this continues, I’ll only become a ghostwriter with no place to stand, so I thought about making her a ghost."

"Back then, we were good friends who stayed up all night exchanging inspiration and writing books together! How did it become like this?"

Sawakuri Isao looked at Tochi Shinobu, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he still revealed a fierce expression and was about to pull the trigger.

Sera Masumi, who was anxious, took two steps forward, preparing to intervene by force.

At this moment, Ran suddenly blocked Tochi Shinobu.

"No, you can't do this!"

Mouri Ran’s face showed a firm expression.

"Tochi Shinobu committed a crime and should be handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department. You still have your own life to live; what’s the point of dying like this?"

"It’s too late," Sawakuri Isao’s hands trembled, "Move aside, let me kill her and then commit suicide. My sister is dead, and there’s no point in me living."

"Although your sister is dead, her soul is still here."

A faint voice suddenly came from behind, "If you die too, there will be no one left to take care of her, and she will soon dissipate."

"What? My sister’s soul?"

Sawakuri Isao turned his head, his lips trembling. The expression on his face was one of disbelief, yet also one of expectation.

Akaso Kaze waved his hand.

In Sawakuri Isao’s eyes, a small person appeared above Tochi Shinobu’s head.

Unlike the pitch-black souls from before, the little person, apart from being shrunken, looked exactly like Sawakuri Miku in body and appearance.

"Sister? No, you’re lying to me. This must be fake."

The little person stood up and made a few gestures toward Sawakuri Isao.

Sawakuri Isao immediately burst into tears.

"Sister, it really is you. Why did you die like this, leaving me all alone..."

Looking at Sawakuri Isao’s appearance, Akaso Kaze was a bit suspicious.

Could this guy be a siscon, or was there some other hidden reason?

"Souls cannot stay in the outside world for long, otherwise they will dissipate sooner or later."

Akaso Kaze said as he reached out and threw Sawakuri Miku into the space.

To be honest, the soul from the 14th of last month should have dissipated long ago.

However, because yesterday was the 14th of last month, the bizarre timeline saved this poor soul.

Sawakuri Miku looked around blankly.

Beneath her was lush green grass, and behind her was a huge cherry blossom tree.

White cherry blossoms were scattered by the wind, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.

"This, what is this place?"

Seeing this scene, Sawakuri Isao was stunned...

"I am an Onmyoji. This is the Onmyo Realm I opened up, specifically for those souls who still have relatives to pay respects."

"Of course, staying here requires a high price, so if you, her only brother, die, I will have no choice but to give her up and let her dissipate."

"No, I beg you, don't."

Sawakuri Isao immediately dropped the gun.

"As long as I can keep my sister’s soul, I will do anything!"

The corners of Akaso Kaze’s mouth curled up slightly.

"Then go and surrender to the police. There are no bullets in your handgun, and the bomb on your body is fake, and you haven't caused any harm. You shouldn't be sentenced to many years. When you get out, work for me."

"No bullets? The bomb is fake?"

Not only was Sera Masumi shocked, but Sawakuri Isao also opened his mouth wide.

Sera Masumi picked up the handgun and removed the magazine; there were indeed no bullets inside.

Sawakuri Isao untied the cloth strips on his body; they were flat, and the bombs that had been stuck to them were gone.

Sawakuri Isao suddenly understood.

He bowed deeply to Akaso Kaze.

"Lord Onmyoji, my life belongs to you from now on."

Akaso Kaze smiled without a word.

At this moment, the sound of police sirens rang out outside; the police had already arrived downstairs.

"How could this be!"

Watching Sawakuri Isao and Tochi Shinobu being taken away by the police, Sera Masumi complained unhappily to Mouri Ran:

"If we had known the bomb was fake, we could have just gone up and subdued him. There was no need for that big liar to fool people."

"Don't say that about my Akaso-san,"

Mouri Ran laughed and persuaded her, "If he had really only tied up cloth strips, wouldn't we have been able to tell?"

Huh?

Sera Masumi was stunned for a moment.

Thinking about it, it really seemed that way; at the time, those bombs all looked bulky and had wires sticking out, so why did they all disappear later?

She suddenly began to understand.

Perhaps Akaso Kaze used that kind of technique to make them all blinded by a false appearance.

In reality, the bullets and bombs had all been swapped away by Akaso Kaze.

"Why are you helping him like that? That Mrs. Touji also had her own difficulties, you know."

Sera Masumi blinked her large eyes as she looked at Akaso Kaze.

Akaso Kaze looked at her, puzzled.

"What difficulties did Mrs. Touji have? She only wrote one story for that book, and she wrote it together with Zekuri Beni; you can't even call that ghostwriting."

"And she said Zekuri Beni imitated her writing style—could it be that for all these years, she never submitted a manuscript to an editor?"

"You little silly girl, how are you so easily deceived?"

As Akaso Kaze spoke, he reached out his large hand and ruffled Sera Masumi's hair.

"I hate that! Don't touch my head!"

Sera Masumi shook her little head and fled behind Mouri Ran.

She rolled her eyes and asked:

"But your case-solving is truly impressive; so this is the real strength of a Japanese master detective."

"I heard from a classmate that there was a high school detective named Kudo Shinichi before; I wonder who is more capable between you two."

Akaso Kaze laughed upon hearing this.

"Kudo Shinichi? Who is that? Never heard of him."

While laughing, he went downstairs and headed toward his own residence next door.

Sera Masumi didn't get the answer she wanted, so she turned her head to ask Mouri Ran.

"Ran, who do you think is more capable, the two of them?"

Mouri Ran shook her head and said: "Kudo Shinichi? There hasn't been any news of him for a long time; maybe he went abroad."

"Akaso-san is currently the most powerful Onmyoji in Tokyo, and he's also known as the Bane of Crime; he's simply incomparable to those master detectives. Even my father has to bow down to him, you know."

Mouri Kogoro, standing nearby, had black lines running down his forehead.

This daughter was raised in vain.

Sera Masumi looked at the light shining in Mouri Ran's eyes and couldn't help but feel very puzzled.

What is so good about that man that makes Mouri Ran like him so much?

Leaving the Mouri Detective Agency and returning to her room, Sera Masumi carefully looked up information on Akaso Kaze.

The more she looked, the more surprised she became; the more she looked, the less she believed it.

Are these all just legends?