Chapter 854

The soul of Yaegaki Tetsuya did not dissipate in that space of souls.

Even after he was awakened, standing in that gray void, he was clearer than he had been ten or so minutes before.

His outline was no longer blurred, his edges no longer like ink smudged by water, the whole person like an ancient painting being slowly restored, line by line returning to where they should be.

"Feeling the anger that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years (actually eleven years)!!!"

Yaegaki's grudge was so intense it almost formed a solid body!

And his soul did not linger on the corpse, but struggled to follow after.

"It seems you are still unwilling." Uesugi Muneyuki thought for a moment, then said: "You, do you want to follow me?"

"I have nowhere left to go." Yaegaki Tetsuya's voice no longer trembled, the dry sand-like texture still present, but now with a layer of metallic resonance, like the low hum of a rusted iron door pushed by the wind: "My body will soon be burned. My name will be written in a report, then buried deep in some file cabinet. No one will remember me. No one will know why I went there, no one will know why I died there, you are the only person I have ever spoken to, the only one who can speak!"

Uesugi Muneyuki fell silent for a moment.

We have already turned this curse into power!

Indeed Yaegaki must have said that!

"You can stay with me. Not the kind of staying that is alive. But another way. But there is a condition: your anger, your unwillingness, your resentment, all must be given to me. Not discarded, but I will keep them for you. You are no longer a person."

Yaegaki Tetsuya's image violently trembled at that moment, like a drum struck by a heavy hammer, the entire gray space shaking with it.

A resentment compressed for eleven years, a hundred times more intense than any living person's emotion, was now seeping out from every crack of that dead soul.

Pooooooooweeeeeer!

"I entrust it to you." Yaegaki Tetsuya's voice came from the center of the tremor, each word like molten red-hot iron poured into a mold: "All entrusted to you, Uesugi Chief! Please speak for me! Please speak for Isomura, for Asahina, and for all the police who sacrificed in this matter!"

Uesugi Muneyuki's consciousness in that gray space opened a pair of hands.

The Qinghui stone began to glow.

Yaegaki Tetsuya's image began to deform.

His body in the gray void elongated, expanded, its outline shifting from human form to something between man and beast, filled with primal power.

A horse's skull emerged from above his shoulders, the mane of burning fire, dark red flames flickering along every fiber, no smoke, only light and heat.

The horse's face had three eyes, the vertical pupil on the forehead closed, the left and right eyes open, pupils golden, like two lamps lit in the deep sea.

Horse head!

Esoteric Buddhism, Horse Head Wisdom King!

The wrathful aspect of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, manifesting great wrath from great compassion to crush all obstacles and ignorance!

Its horse head symbolizes the urgency of compassion, like a wild horse neighing on the plain, awakening slumbering beings, every pore spewing flames—not destructive flames, but flames that purify ignorance.

In Tibetan Buddhist thangkas, Horse Head Wisdom King is usually depicted with a green horse head atop, three eyes wide open, fangs exposed, surrounded by prajna flames.

Yaegaki Tetsuya has not gone a single day in eleven years without howling.

With his very existence he howls. Isomura Eigo's death, Asahina Kyoko's tears, himself in the Metropolitan Police Department hallway stared at by clueless colleagues, after resignation alone in a rented house facing a wall of timelines and photos until dawn, finally taking a gun into the Metropolitan Police Department conference room with that "this is my only chance in life" resolve.

Every one of his howls was ignored, swallowed by that silent system that never answers any question.

His anger, his unwillingness, his honor, and his courage to open fire on the dark police system of all Japan, became the Horse Head Wisdom King dharma image.

The three eyes of the Horse Head Wisdom King slowly turned in the darkness, the left and right eyes gazing at Uesugi Muneyuki, the forehead's vertical pupil still tightly closed. Its horse mouth slightly opened, like distant thunder rolling beneath the horizon. Then it fell silent.

This is Uesugi Muneyuki's fifth dharma body.

Aizen Myōō corresponds to Hironaka Mariko.

Kongō Yasha Myōō corresponds to Miyahara Toru.

Great Virtue Wisdom King corresponds to Arimura Hana.

Military Tea Wisdom King corresponds to Ōsumikawa Minoru and Ōsumikawa Rina, father and daughter.

Now the fifth Wisdom King, Horse Head Wisdom King, corresponds to Yaegaki Tetsuya.

However, the throat chakra is not yet fully activated, clearly needing to resolve this case first.

After coming out, Uesugi Muneyuki found Date Nagamune and Maeda Toshihide.

"Let's go." Uesugi Muneyuki said: "I have already confirmed Yaegaki this guy's temporary lodging point.

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"So fast?!" Date Nagamune blinked, then said casually: "No wonder it's Uesugi-san!"

"Hehehe, Uesugi Chief, you didn't see, Date this guy showing up here made those public security people alert oh!" Maeda Toshihide said with a nasty smile: "Afraid he'd dig up money to rob corpses, no way, who let them be former Self-Defense Force rebels?"

"Damn it!" Date Nagamune anxiously grabbed his own hair: "Obviously Maeda this guy is also Maritime Self-Defense Force, why————"

"Bullshit, when have I ever been Maritime Self-Defense Force?" Maeda Toshihide snorted through his nose, coldly laughing: "This dumb blessing, did you watch too many female idols and roasted chickens? When have I ever served in the Maritime Self-Defense Force? When have I ever been your kind of little red bump? Your brain must be messed up!"

"What? No, then why? Wait, you're not in the Maritime Self-Defense Force, so you————" Date Nagamune somewhat mentally disordered.

"Isn't this guy in the Navy?"

"I just graduated from the ocean department of Kanazawa University, that place is the cradle of the modern navy, but I've never entered the Maritime Self-Defense Force, never served a single day in the Self-Defense Forces." Maeda Toshihide finally couldn't help but laugh: "Who the hell would want to be like you, sticking a little red bump label on yourself for life that won't wash off? My grandfather really understood, all day claiming naval heritage dedicating oneself to national defense, calling it glory, calling it patriotism, calling it political correctness, actually going to serve in the Maritime Self-Defense Force—that's brain-dead!"

"Hmm~hmm~hmm~ah ah ah!!!"

Date Nagamune finally lost control of himself, letting out a beast-like roar.

The abandoned factory in Kanagawa Prefecture is at the end of a side road so hard to find even navigation struggles.

Date Nagamune parked the car in a patch of overgrown wasteland, Maeda Toshihide jumped down from the front passenger seat, his foot stepped into a puddle, making a loud water sound.

He lowered his head to look at his shoes, then raised his head to look around at the environment—an abandoned factory building, broken glass windows, corroded pipes, walls covered in illegible graffiti.

When the wind blew through those holes, it made a sobbing sound, like someone crying far away.

Crying for something.

Uesugi Muneyuki walked in front, his leather shoes stepping on gravel and glass shards.

The factory's main gate half-open, the lower half of the iron door rusted away to only half, a padlock hung on top not locked.

He pushed the door, the hinge emitted a sharp scraping sound.

【Here?】Uesugi Muneyuki asked Yaegaki.

【Yes, I put him here.】 Yae Ken was a little uncertain: 【There shouldn't have been anyone else coming here.】

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【Hmm, fresh meat————oh no, not meat, it's the smell of a rotting corpse.】 Uesugi Muneyuki raised his eyebrows.

Cao Liangming lay in a small office deep in the factory, lying on a folding camp bed, covered with a thin blanket. The thin blanket was already so dirty that its original color could not be seen, and the edges were frayed.

His face was exposed, his skin that long-unseen-by-sunlight, wax-like grayish-yellow. Eyes closed, lips tightly shut, nostrils and mouth corners showing no sign of breathing.

Uesugi Muneyuki crouched down, reached out, and placed two fingers on Cao Liangming's neck.

The skin was ice-cold, with no pulse. He then moved his fingers to below the jaw, pressed. Nothing.

"He's dead." Uesugi Muneyuki stood up and shook his head: "He's been dead for a while. No one taking care of him, no one changing the IV drip, no one feeding him. A vegetative state, cut off from nutrient intake, couldn't last long."

"The lead is cut off again." Date Nagamune stood at the doorway, not coming in.

His gaze moved from Cao Liangming's face to the mottled water stains on the wall, then from the water stains to the asbestos tile on the ceiling with a large hole broken in it.

And just now, the formerly arrogant Maeda Toshihide stood behind Date Nagamune, his face somewhat pale.

He had joined the Special Mission Unit less than half a year ago, had seen corpses, but this kind of first-scene discovery was still his first time.

This was the first time in such a place, such a dimly lit, foul-smelling abandoned factory where anything might dart out from the corner at any moment, facing an unexamined corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Uesugi Muneyuki reached out, and the Qinghui Stone did not glow.

Also, this guy has been a vegetative state for eleven years.

Cao Liangming is not a dead soul; he is a vegetative state, and a vegetative state that dies cannot be summoned back.

useless, came too late.

Uesugi Muneyuki turned around and walked back to the doorway, stopping in front of Date Nagamune.

"Cao Liangming is dead. No one took care of him, he died here, with no last words, no will, nothing left for us. Maeda, you stay here. Call Nanxiang, have him bring the Forensic Identification Division people over. Do not move anything at the scene, do not touch the corpse, do not let anyone else in. Wait for Nanxiang to arrive, then you two do the scene documentation together."

"Date, we're going to Yokohama Dehua Street."

Maeda Toshihide's lips twitched, wanting to say something, but Date Nagamune immediately said to Maeda: "This is yours to handle, honorable graduate of Kanazawa University's Ocean Department, Maeda-san!"

"No way, I'm a former Self-Defense Force member; if discovered, I can't wash it clean no matter what!"

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Date Nagamune gave Maeda a thumbs-up, then immediately followed behind Uesugi Muneyuki, saying: "I now need to go with Uesugi-san to directly confront the vicious Dehua Gang!"

Maeda Toshihide opened his mouth, standing at the doorway of the abandoned factory, seeing off the two people leaving, Uesugi and Date's taillights turning a corner ahead, disappearing behind the mixed woods.

The wind blew over, stirring that half-open iron door, the hinge emitting a sharp scraping sound.

He turned and walked into the factory interior, stopping at the doorway of that small office, leaning against the door frame, facing the corpse lying on the camp bed inside.

"Damn! Why did it become like this?" Maeda Toshihide dejectedly lowered his head.

The first time joining the Special Mission Unit, the first time being able to witness Uesugi Chief's case-solving at the scene, the first time having a bright future, good treatment, and moreover the first time feeling the positive feedback from completing tasks and solving cases, and also the first time going to Bao's house to meet Hua Jiang, she knew the Special Mission Unit, knew Uesugi Muneyuki, and when hearing that he himself was actually a Special Mission Unit police officer, that surprise and admiration, Maeda Toshihide felt great for a full five months.

These five joys mixed together — why did it become me having to stay behind to look at a corpse?

After a while of random thoughts, Maeda Toshihide was bored to death, started humming, started exploring this ruined factory.

Even this guy, at this moment, realized the trouble of this case.

The initial passion had already cooled, he now began to think.

If the case isn't solved, it's fine; if it is solved, then what should be done?

Can these few people of the Special Mission Unit face the darkness of the entire Japanese police?

Even, can Watanabe Eiji, this Superintendent General, face the darkness of the Japanese police?

Should this matter be discussed with grandfather —

Just as Maeda was thinking, a bullet landed on his back.

Bang!

Maeda Toshihide's eyeball, at that moment, rolled upward once, the world in his field of vision rotated ninety degrees, then everything went black.

Several people in dark suits appeared behind Maeda, one of them crouched down, placed his fingers on Maeda Toshihide's neck side, checked the pulse.

Then stood up, nodded slightly: "Anesthetized."

"Good, hurry up, take the corpse out, that guy has already cost us eleven years of medical expenses, dying is just right."

"Withdraw!"

At the same time, Yokohama Dehua Street.

It's still as lively as ever.

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Sha County Snacks, Tianjin Chestnuts, Lanzhou Noodles, Dehua Cuisine, and various eateries, roadside stalls selling snacks.

"400 yen per jin for fried chicken drumsticks! Buy one jin, get half a jin free!"

"Steamed bun steamed bun~Sha Dong steamed bun~"

"Authentic yellow-braised chicken rice! Yellow-braised spare ribs!"

On the street, Gu Ming, Tea Hundred Ways, Mixue Ice City, Luckin Coffee, Yihetang, Shanghai Auntie, Bawang Tea Ji,

Coco All Can, and everyone's favorite Zhengxin Chicken Cutlet.

There's also street fortune-telling looking like, Yangzhou restaurant, Shunde fish salad, Moshi Chicken Pot.

"Wow, so lively!" Date Nagamune looked around like a curious baby: "Is this Yokohama Dehua Street?"

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"Yes, this is Dehua Street." Uesugi Muneyuki's eyes flickered a few times, he seemed to have returned to many years ago: "According to Yae Ken — oh no, according to intelligence, the Dehua Gang that stayed in Dehua in that case suffered a devastating blow, all three leaders either blown to death or executed, no survivors, so it's not hard to find."

"Dehua Violent Group?!" Date Nagamune exclaimed, opening his mouth wide.

"Don't underestimate Germans, the Dehua Violent Group enjoys fame worldwide, for example, the classic Hubihibi State over there, whatever the Qing Gang, Changle Gang, back then they were quite famous gangs." Uesugi Muneyuki said casually: "Americans fear them, because American gangs mostly smuggle and sell alcohol, but these people really dare to kill randomly, comparable to Mexico, though they are not large in scale, mainly concentrated in the Dehua community."

"I have a question, Uesugi Chief, we — we probably don't speak German." Date Nagamune said this, looking at the Chinese characters on the roadside signs: "I can read these Chinese characters, but language — I'm not good at it, I can only say I know a little."

"Know a little?" Uesugi Muneyuki was instead surprised: "Didn't you say you only know Japanese?"

"As for German, I still know a little." Date Nagamune took out the few sentences of German he had learned in the Self-Defense Forces: "For example, you drip, what drip work? I drip, farming, farming drip work! Sir, sir, this is my drip, Good Citizen Certificate, sir! I drip, big big drip Good Citizen!

"————————" Uesugi Muneyuki fell silent.

Your German learned in the Self-Defense Forces is not very common, huh.

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