Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 346 - 262: Messenger of the Devil_4

Outside the door is likewise Hell, with bodies strewn all over the corridor. Fujiwara Homare stood in place, panting for a moment, then turned to look around. Seeing no one pursuing, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief as his anxious heart settled back into his chest.

Right after, he turned his head to see Minamoto Tamako clutching a rifle, searching the bodies one by one for ammunition.

She wore pajamas and slippers, her small face serious yet still very cute, with her hair tuft bobbing atop her head—utterly contrasting the blood-smeared rifle in her hands.

Ah, right, gotta get a weapon for self-defense!

Fujiwara Homare hurriedly picked up a rifle, fiddling with it a bit to get the feel. Although he liked being lazy, he still knew how to shoot—a lesson from when his father had tugged at his ear to teach him. Now he realized the careful intentions behind his father’s actions.

Even with a gun in hand, he still felt insecure and couldn’t help but say, "Speaking of which, that guy... was it Mr. Fu Jian?"

Minamoto Tamako was squatting on the ground counting bullets, and without lifting her head, she said, "Definitely not. It doesn’t look like him at all."

Fujiwara Homare thought this was a bit terrifying as his rusted brain began to churn. He couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure? Just now, the broadcast seemed to say... we all have to participate in Hide and Seek, right? The ghost kills one person to earn a point... we’re also included in the target points, right?"

He swallowed, his hands trembling: "We’re only two people. If the ’ghost’ isn’t Mr. Fu Jian, then our situation is really dire..."

Minamoto Tamako loaded bullets into the magazine and casually said, "Two people is actually better; splitting off from the main group makes us a smaller target, less likely to be tracked."

With a clatter, she inserted the magazine, pulled the bolt, and continued: "The trial time limit is one hour, and there’s only one ghost. If everyone disperses as much as possible to delay the time, that’s the optimal solution... Who plays hide and seek huddled together?"

"That does make sense." Fujiwara Homare found some sense in her words.

The two muttered to each other, with Minamoto Tamako mostly making plans and Fujiwara Homare acting as her yes-man, taking on a faint air of reverence towards her as a big sister figure.

"There should be a maintenance passage in the elevator shaft; let’s check it first. If it’s sealed off, we’ll try to find the monitoring room, control center, or ventilation shaft..."

"I was thinking the same thing."

Determined, the two of them quickly left the corridor.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Shirakawa Miki, supporting the Sect Hierarch, fled the auditorium as believers fired behind them, continuing to shoot even without seeing figures, afraid to stop.

After all, once the gunshots stop, someone dies.

Behind the auditorium lies the core residential area, walls sprayed with gold paint, pillars carved with lavish patterns, and a sign that reads "World’s Navel" hanging in the atrium. From top to bottom, flats are allocated according to rank, and everyone rushed into the nearest flat. Natural light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows brightened the living room. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Believers closed the door, locking it, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Only then did Shirakawa Miki have the chance to inquire about what happened, whether it was the police or a mobile unit. Everyone found it difficult to answer and turned their eyes towards Asahara Shoko.

"It’s the demon."

Asahara Shoko collapsed on the sofa, drenched in sweat, his face showing lingering fear, and he spoke with certainty: "That guy has to be the demon... He is the messenger sent by the demon!"

Spreading his arms wide, he loudly declared that this was a test from God’s descent, the church was at a crucial moment of life and death, and the demon sent the messenger to thwart their salvation plan—to destroy this world. Only by eliminating the messenger could humanity continue to exist!

"Is there only one of them?" Shirakawa Miki asked, surprised.

The core members of the cult finally came to their senses, showing frustration and explaining one after another, claiming that earlier they were careless. Saying they still had over a hundred people and as long as they divided the work to encircle, they could definitely kill the demon’s messenger!

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