Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 43 Black Top Hat
The live broadcast stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was an advertisement that was played halfway through. The beautiful female star was smiling and talking.

"...Sonda brand dishwasher, free your hands, produced by Mizuno, the quality is trustworthy."

"Beep-"

The TV is turned off.

"The bloody swordsman! Another bloody swordsman!"

In front of the screen, Ichiro Iwamura, who was wearing a burgundy suit, threw the remote control on the ground, crushed it with his feet to vent his anger, and gritted his teeth at the same time.

"He has ruined so many of our good things!"

"Ever since the factory in Arakawa Ward, his ghost has been haunting him! Even Mie was killed by him!"

The "Mei Jiang" he mentioned was the woman who was the abductor, and she was also a member of their organization.

"Ichiro, calm down."

In the corner of the room, a kind-faced old man sat in a wheelchair and said calmly: "Meijiang died on the eve of the success of the ritual. This is very regrettable, but God will remember her sacrifice and let her live in the new world." Immortality.”

"So, there is no need to be sad or sad, we still have a great mission to fulfill."

Ichiro Iwamura and Mijiang were actually lovers, so they couldn't be so calm and asked in confusion.

"Is immortality really possible?"

"Of course!"

The old man's cloudy eyes showed strong enthusiasm, and he said decisively: "Didn't you also see 'those people'? After seeing that kind of scene, what else is there to doubt?"

Iwamura Ichiro nodded: "Yes."

"But recently... I don't know where the news leaked. The police are following us like hyenas that have smelled blood and have destroyed several important strongholds."

"And those two bastards, the bloody swordsman and the beautiful phantom thief!"

The old man's withered face was very calm: "The police and the top leaders of this country are not all fools. They have already begun to use things 'over there'. After this, public opinion will also become their weapon."

"But there is an old Chinese saying that when facing big events, you need to be calm."

"What's more, this is just a small thing."

"The ritual only needs the last batch of goods before it can be truly completed. At that time, the great gods will send us to the new world. No matter how powerful the police are, what can they do to us?"

The old man's tone was firm, revealing a bit of determination and ruthlessness: "For this purpose, not to mention a few strongholds and subordinates, even the entire Maruyama Real Estate Company can be given up!"

Maruyama Real Estate Co., Ltd. sounds like the name of a real estate company.

In fact, before the bubble economic crisis, many Yakuza organizations in Japan would cover up as real estate companies and become outsourced personnel for developers.

Many capitalists need to be the villain in order to reduce the cost of acquisition.

Similarly, the Yakuza also needs funding and protection, and the two naturally hit it off.

Forcibly acquiring land, demolishing houses, signing unfair contracts, forcing the original owner to death... Similar things were common in that era.

In Japan in this time and space, the attack on the Yakuza is relatively limited.

Therefore, Maruyama Real Estate Co., Ltd. still exists today.

After hearing these words, Iwamura Ichiro felt awe-inspiring, understood his father's determination, and nodded.

"Yes, I understand."

The old man's ruthless expression only appeared for a few seconds, and he quickly regained his peaceful expression. He smiled and said, "As for the bloody swordsman... the Lord God Envoy has sent a spiritual medium over, and it is estimated that it will be solved soon."

"Dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Iwamura Ichiro said: "Come in."

A Ji Dao boy reported: "There is a gentleman wearing black clothes and a top hat, who says he is your guest, the president."

The old man's eyes lit up: "Go and invite him in quickly..."

"Oh no, Ichiro, you and I will go and invite you in person!"
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Soon.

Iwamura and his son met the medium sent by the divine messenger.

He was wearing a black suit and a black top hat. His eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were very deep, and he had a strange and mysterious temperament.

Many of the Yakuza in Maruyama Real Estate Club were ruthless people who had killed people and seen blood. For some reason, they felt a little timid in front of this man and did not dare to look at him.

The black hat medium asked calmly: "Are you President Iwamura?"

The old man responded: "I am Keita Iwamura, what do you call me sir?"

"The title doesn't matter. I'm just here to help you deal with the bloody swordsman. I'll be leaving soon."

The words of the black hat medium showed strong confidence.

Ichiro Iwamura was convinced: "Great, we can finally solve this problem!"

He quickly asked: "Master, is there anything you need to prepare?"

The medium replied: "A quiet room and a living person."

Iwamura Ichiro's expression changed slightly and he looked back at his father.

Iwamura Keita nodded slightly.

Ichiro Iwamura had no choice but to respond: "Okay, I'll prepare now."

Not long after, an unconscious young woman was sent to a room in the company.

Seeing this scene, the black hat psychic nodded with satisfaction and was about to close the door when he heard Keita Iwamura in the wheelchair ask: "Master, can we go in and observe?"

"of course."

The black hat medium showed a strange smile: "But please be warned in advance, that scene may be a little bloody and scary."

Iwamura Keita smiled and said: "I have seen some things in the world, so I won't be scared."

Black Top Hat smiled and said nothing.

He came this time with the purpose of showing strength to these peripheral believers.

Since the father and son wanted to see it, they might as well satisfy their request.

After the two entered the room, Black Hat closed the curtains.

The light suddenly dimmed.

I don't know if it was Iwamura Ichiro's illusion, but he felt that the air suddenly became a little colder, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

It's like something is reviving.

"Gollum."

Iwamura Ichiro's throat moved up and down, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

In the quiet room, the sound seemed particularly clear.

Iwamura Keita glanced at him slightly reproachfully.

"Gollum."

There was another sound of swallowing saliva, Keita Iwamura frowned, and said softly: "Ichiro!"

Iwamura Ichiro's body stiffened.

The sound just now was not made by him!

Soon, Keita Iwamura also realized this.

The two slowly turned their heads and looked at the black hat psychic.

At this time, the medium's face was pale and cold, his eyes were empty, without any energy, and there was a kind of shocking deathly silence.

Like a dead person.

However, the sound of swallowing saliva continued to sound. It did not come from his throat, but from...

The top hat on his head!

Under the horrified eyes of the father and son, two dead gray arms stretched out from under the top hat, and they gracefully took off the hat and put it on the table.

I saw that a piece of the psychic medium's skull had been cut off extremely flatly, revealing the black-red internal space, but it was impossible to see deeper.

This head has long been a container of some kind of existence!
The arms groped for a while in the skull, then took out a pair of knives and forks made of white bones, and "looked" at the woman lying flat on the table.

(End of this chapter)