The silver-haired elderly driver, wearing white gloves and driving a black luxury car, looked in the rearview mirror and said lightly. The driver used the word "Sir", but in Japanese the word "Sir" also means teacher, and is generally used as a respectful title for teachers, doctors, lawyers, writers and other professions that educate and save people. "Ah." The black luxury car drove steadily on the road and entered Chiyoda District. Chiyoda Ward is the political and cultural center of Japan. The National Assembly, the House of Councillors, the office buildings of various ministries and agencies, the Supreme Court and even the Imperial Palace are all located in Chiyoda Ward. There were naturally quite a few patrol police officers at the intersection in Chiyoda Ward, but as soon as they saw the license plate of the black luxury car, they immediately gave way respectfully. A black luxury car drove into a magnificent Japanese-style courtyard in Chiyoda Ward. This Japanese-style garden covers a huge area. It not only has traditional rockery ponds, Buddhist temples, and cemeteries, but also modern architectural facilities such as miniature golf courses and small parks. This is in Tokyo, where every inch of land is valuable, and in the core Chiyoda district. The price of this piece of land alone is astronomical. The black luxury car passed through layers of checkpoints at the gate of the manor and finally drove into the main house. The man in a white coat with a black hood on his face and his hands handcuffed was taken out of the car and pushed inside by a trembling bodyguard in a black suit.
"Don't forget to take out the potted plants in the trunk." said the man in the white coat. The silver-haired butler named Kurosaki nodded, and another bodyguard in a black suit opened the trunk and took out a potted plant with a small tree in it. Then everyone walked into the main house. Although the manor was full of patrolling security guards and busy servants running back and forth, the main house was empty. The man in the white coat was brought into the tea room on the second floor. Butler Kurosaki waved his hand, and the two bodyguards in black suits quickly retreated from the tea room as if they had been pardoned. "Can you take off your hood now?" "Okay, I'll open the handcuffs for you now." Butler Kurosaki took out a key and walked over. But the man in the white coat had already stretched out his right hand and taken off the black hood, revealing a snake face covered with white scales. With the other hand, he handed over the silver handcuffs that were intact and still closed. "Don't bother yourself next time. You know that this kind of toy is useless to me." Butler Kurosaki accepted the handcuffs without changing his expression. "This is the necessary etiquette for an audience with the master. I hope you can understand, sir." "If it makes you feel at ease, it doesn't matter." Teacher Orochi spit out his forked snake tongue and said with a smile. Butler Kurosaki placed the potted plant behind Teacher Orochi, then bowed and backed out of the tea room. "Please wait a moment, the master is still resting, I will go to see if he has woken up." The tea table in the tea room was placed with exquisite bone china tea sets. Teacher Da She found the tea leaves very familiarly, boiled hot water, and skillfully boiled water to make tea. He rinsed the tea sets, brewed tea, poured tea, and poured himself a cup of steaming hot tea. "A cold-blooded monster like me still needs to drink something hot. Kihara-kun. Do you want one too?" The small tree in the potted plant sprouted branches, and the branches intertwined and twisted together to form a green monster that looked like a tree man, standing behind Teacher Orochi. "Teacher, I only drink water." "What a shame, the human tea ceremony culture is actually quite good."
Teacher Orochi sipped the hot tea and glanced around the tea room. This tea room was naturally decorated with great care. Some of the framed calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls were obviously from the hands of famous masters, but the most eye-catching thing was a banner hung in the middle, on which were written four Chinese characters crookedly: 1 percent. These four words were written crookedly due to lack of strength. Not to mention compared with famous calligraphers, they are even inferior to those of ordinary people who have practiced calligraphy seriously for a few months. Putting them in a tea room full of famous calligraphy and paintings, they stand out particularly. "One percent?" "This is your first time in this house, so this is your first time seeing this framed calligraphy..." Butler Kurosaki has already come over pushing a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man wearing a dark Wu suit and holding a wooden stick. He was really too old, with completely white hair and beard, and large age spots on his face that could not be covered by the wrinkles. At a glance, he must be over ninety years old. Every breath the old man exhaled carried with it a stench of extreme decay. “Even though this country has 100 million people, it doesn’t mean that everyone is one hundred millionth of this country.” "One in a billion, one in ten thousand, one in a hundred, ordinary people can only become one in a billion if they work like cattle and horses; as for whether they are one in ten thousand, it is determined from the moment they are born." But his eyes were not like those of a dying old man, but were filled with bottomless greed. "One percent is the emperor of this country! It is really unfair that an emperor like me who owns one percent of this country has to die of old age and illness like those untouchables who are not even one billionth. Right?" "So, Orochi, how are you preparing for the immortality you promised me?" Chapter 76 077 Malice "The art of immortality is almost complete." Teacher Orochi said while spitting out his tongue. "Just a little bit?! That's what you said three years ago. Year after year, how long do you want me to wait?" Facing the Monster King, whose aura alone could make the black-suited bodyguards sweat profusely, the old man showed no fear at all. He is so old that he can hear the breathing of the god of death every time he dreams. His five senses are so dull that he can't even feel the fear of monsters, not to mention that monsters need his help. "Don't forget, it's thanks to whose grace you and your gang of monsters can hide in Tokyo! If I hadn't vacated my own underground kingdom shelter, you monsters would have been captured by the Metropolitan Police Department long ago." "President, I will always remember your help, but the art of immortality is not so easy to achieve..." "I don't care! You must give me a definite time today, otherwise I will no longer protect you and will call the Metropolitan Police Department to take you monsters out and shoot them one by one!" said the old man arrogantly. Teacher Orochi also feels a headache about this half-crazy old man who is fearless even though his death is approaching, and he has to coax him at this stage. "Half a year." "No, the doctors said my body probably won't last that long. I'll give you three months at most." "Three months, okay." Teacher Orochi hesitated for a long time before agreeing: "But, I told you that the art of immortality requires a healthy person as a living sacrifice." "It's just one person. Even if you want the champion of a national sports competition, I can bring him here." Upon hearing that the date for the secret of immortality had finally been set, the old man's cloudy eyes became clear again, and there was a flash of pure greed in them. "No, no, no, it can't be an ordinary living sacrifice."
Teacher Orochi spoke in a sinister tone, with a hint of malice in it. "In order to ensure the effectiveness of the immortality technique, it is best if the living sacrifice is related to you by blood, the closer the blood relationship, the better the effect." "But, Junfu is my only grandson." The old man opened his eyes blankly and spoke in a trembling voice. The old man didn't know what kind of great virtue he had accumulated, but he had a son in his old age, and the only son in two generations. His son had already passed away, and he only had a grandson in his twenties. His wrinkled face trembled, and he asked in pain and anxiety: "That beast has been eating, drinking, whoring and gambling all day long. His body has long been broken. Will it affect the effectiveness of the immortality technique?" At this time, even Teacher Orochi felt a little afraid of this frail old man. Something came into this world, with blood and other dirty things flowing from every pore from top to bottom, but the old man was reluctant to even let the blood flow out of his body. Those dirty things had fermented in his body for nearly a century, and had long since turned into indescribable pus that was extremely rotten. Every breath he took was polluting the world. The old man has got everything, but even so, he is still not satisfied and wants more, such as immortality that even the emperor cannot get. He would not hesitate even if it meant killing his only grandson with his own hands. "No effect." "That's fine, that's fine." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the silver-haired butler behind him: "Go call Junfu back from the United States, and call the national team's nutritionist team and medical team to formulate a training plan and get Junfu back to good health within three months." Teacher Orochi's eyelids opened and closed, and he said in a voice without a trace of warmth: "One more thing. This time, I need ten living people for the experiment." "No problem, Kurosaki, I'll arrange it right away." "But didn't we just send you five people this month?" Butler Kurosaki hesitated and said, "It's a bit difficult to get ten living people at once." "Baga! Kurosaki, do you want to delay my dream of immortality?" The old man flew into a rage and swung his cane, hitting Butler Kurosaki on the head, causing him to bleed. But Butler Kurosaki didn't dare to dodge or block. Instead, he knelt on the ground and allowed the old man to hit him on the back and head with his cane. "Those scum who owe the company loan sharks and can't pay them back, those homeless people on the streets, as many as you want, I'll catch them! If they're not enough, Kurosaki, you'll have to take over on your own." "I understand, sir." After getting permission, Butler Kurosaki climbed up from the ground with blood all over his face, and pushed the wheelchair to push the old man, who was drowsy after venting his anger, out. A few minutes later, Butler Kurosaki returned to the tea room and led Sensei Orochi and the Fujiki monster to a guest room. "For the next three days, the master's recuperation will be in your hands. As before, please stay in the room unless necessary. If you need anything, please call the phone in the room." Although Butler Kurosaki wiped his head and face before leaving, his nose and face were still bruised and the cut on his forehead was still bleeding.
"Thank you for your hard work. Kihara-kun, heal Kurosaki-kun." Teacher Orochi said to the Fujiki monster, and the Fujiki monster stretched out a branch from its body and placed it on the head of Butler Kurosaki, emitting green light. After a few seconds, the wound on Butler Kurosaki's face healed without any medicine and returned to normal. "Thank you." Butler Kurosaki thanked him politely, bowed, and left the room, locking the door from the outside. "Kihara-kun." As soon as Teacher Orochi opened his mouth, the Fujiki monster immediately understood what he meant. Large vines emerged from its body and it climbed along the floor and walls inch by inch, carefully checking all the furniture and dead corners in the guest room. "There are no bugs." "Kurosaki-kun is quite sensible." Teacher Orochi casually sat down on a guest chair. "Teacher, are you really going to give that human the art of immortality?" The Fujiki monster came closer and whispered. "How is it possible to have the secret of immortality? I was just trying to coax that old immortal." Teacher Orochi said indifferently. "Three months later..." "This country is rotten from top to bottom. We can just look for collaborators when the time comes. With my 'art of immortality' and your healing technique, there are as many potential collaborators as we want. And I'm already considering whether to temporarily evacuate Tokyo." Since April, the situation in Tokyo has changed suddenly. Whether it is the several extraordinary people who appeared in Tokyo or the shark-faced monster that has never been seen before, there is a sense of impending storm. Teacher Orochi is seriously considering whether to break up the organization into small pieces, temporarily evacuate Tokyo, and wait and see the situation. Before that, some ends must be cleaned up. For example, recycle precious experimental samples! "Has the recycling mission been arranged?" "Yes, sir. Recently, the Metropolitan Police Department has been conducting strict inspections. The only two people who can move around in the human community without attracting attention are Tokito and Inukai from the Discipline Inspection Team." "I have arranged for the two of them to go and retrieve it. It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive, but they must bring back the head intact." Fujiki the monster hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Teacher, that girl is the only lucky one who survived. She should be very valuable for research. Why don't you try to capture her alive?" As the teacher's assistant, it was well aware that the teacher was also conducting human experiments like at the Yokosuka Port military base. The organization's human and financial resources are naturally not comparable to those of humans, and the methods of human experiments are completely unscientific, but the progress is even ahead of humans. Compared to humans who have made no progress at all, these monsters at least still have one half-finished product. Humans have been going in the wrong direction from the beginning when they used science to analyze the extraordinary. "That's not necessary. The container is almost broken." Teacher Orochi said indifferently: "I had hoped that she would be a qualified container." "As expected, the human body still cannot withstand my magic. The vessel's body has been broken to the limit. Now it is not even qualified to be a vessel. Before she dies, I just need to retrieve her head." Chapter 77 A Woman's Kindness
Chiyoda-ku, Metropolitan Police Department. "Inspector Uchiha, considering your previous performance, we have decided not to punish you for your dereliction of duty in the Edogawa District Makoto Group incident." "Thank you so much." In the conference room, Uchiha Senmon bowed deeply to several high-ranking Metropolitan Police Department bureaucrats behind a mahogany desk. The Metropolitan Police Department has been in chaos recently, and the Fourth and Fifth Investigation Sections have been extremely busy. Whether it was the Bukozan Incident where a supernatural being took action and the death toll reached 123 people, or the Makoto Group Incident, both were major events that had not occurred in the fifteen years since the supernatural incident occurred.