The roof of the building was burned beyond recognition by the train, and for a moment, it was almost unrecognizable.
"Are you Dr. Satomi or Professor Kurokawa now?" Grace asked to be on the safe side.
"My name is Satomi, Officer. Why are you asking this?" Dr. Satomi asked in confusion.
Grace arched an eyebrow at the sight of Dr. Satomi not seeming to remember being possessed by Professor Kurokawa.
However, Dr. Satomi being possessed by a ghost is also a rare observation sample. Grace has received instructions to take Dr. Satomi away when the helicopter arrives.
"Doctor Satomi, please get ready..."
"Teacher's wife!"
At this moment, Dr. Satomi discovered Mrs. Kurokawa lying on the ground and quickly stepped forward to turn her over.
Mrs. Kurokawa has been unconscious since she was knocked away by the train. The chest of her black dress was torn by claws, revealing a large area of snow-white skin and a plump upper body.
Dr. Satomi's face turned slightly red, but he maintained a compassionate attitude and examined the patient carefully. It was found that there was nothing serious and there was no danger to life.
only……
Doctor Satomi's face darkened. He saw that there was a claw mark on Mrs. Kurokawa's face extending from the chin to the corner of the eye. The skin was torn and blood was still flowing.
Such a long wound would inevitably leave a noticeable scar even if the best surgeon was invited to suture it.
The face is a person's face. Even a man cannot accept such a scar, let alone a delicate beauty like Mrs. Kurokawa.
When the master's wife wakes up, she will definitely be very sad, Dr. Satomi thought.
Hey, what is this feeling?
He stretched out his hands and held his master's wife's face, and a faint blue light emerged from his palms.
Chapter 144 Chapter 146 Metropolitan Police Department tomb robbing, can that be called theft?
Dr. Satomi held his master's wife's face gently as if he was holding a national treasure, a Jian kiln Yobian Tenmoku tea cup, and his palm, which was glowing blue, gently stroked the hideous wound on her face.
An incredible scene appeared. The wound on Mrs. Kurokawa's cheek healed without any medicine.
Her face was smooth and white, like a freshly peeled egg.
"Is this the light that Mr. Kurokawa emits when healing patients? How can I have this ability?"
Doctor Satomi looked at his own hand in disbelief. There was a faint blue light flashing between his fingers. He turned his head and tentatively touched the master's wife's face. It was so soft that it seemed to be broken.
This is no illusion!
At this moment, Mrs. Kurokawa's eyelids twitched.
He opened his eyes, and when he saw Dr. Satomi, his eyes turned red. Mrs. Kurokawa opened her arms and hugged him, burying her head in Dr. Satomi's chest:
"Xuyi, don't leave me, I will do whatever you want me to do!"
Dr. Satomi's face suddenly turned red and he waved his hands in confusion, not knowing what to do.
"Master's wife, you've got the wrong person! I'm not Mr. Kurokawa, I'm Satomi!"
While Dr. Satomi hurriedly explained, he was also quite confused in his heart. Why did everyone mistake him for Professor Kurokawa? He didn't look that much like his teacher, right?
Mrs. Kurokawa refused to listen to the explanation and lay in Dr. Rimi's arms, crying breathlessly.
"Dr. Satomi seems to have inherited Professor Kurokawa's extraordinary ability to heal wounds!"
Grace, who witnessed all of this, looked down at the stone bowl in her arms and immediately reported this important information to the Metropolitan Police Department.
The Metropolitan Police Department was immediately in an uproar, followed by ecstasy.
The stone bowl in front of the Buddha is buy one get one free!
The Metropolitan Police Department paid more attention to this incident. The original plan to have Grace take the stone bowl and Dr. Satomi on a helicopter back to the Metropolitan Police Department was temporarily changed.
Not long after, the sound of helicopter wings turning was heard in the sky, and three helicopters flew over.
The one in the middle is a police helicopter of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the wingmen on the left and right are armed helicopters. If the conditions on the scene allowed it, the Metropolitan Police Department would even want to contact the Self-Defense Forces and send fighter jets over.
A sturdy man wearing a SAT police uniform fell to the ground from the helicopter's ladder.
"Miss Grace, please."
Grace contacted the Metropolitan Police Department to confirm that it was correct before handing the stone bowl over to the police officer.
The police officer carefully placed the stone bowl into a black briefcase, which was a specially made confidential briefcase. Even if the helicopter crashed and everyone on board died in an accident, the briefcase would remain intact.
The black briefcase was handcuffed to the police officer's wrists, and he was pulled up using the ladder.
Then, the three helicopters flew towards Sakurada Gate, and the handover process took no more than a minute.
"We'll stay here and wait for SAT to come as reinforcements. We'll escort Dr. Satomi away in a riot vehicle," Grace said.
All eggs should not be put in the same basket. To be on the safe side, the Metropolitan Police Department decided to divide Dr. Satomi and Ishibachi into two groups, and escort them to the Metropolitan Police Department by air and ground respectively.
"Officer, what is going on?" Dr. Satomi is still confused.
"I'll explain the details to you later, Doctor Satomi. Now please cooperate with the Metropolitan Police Department and come with us."
Grace noticed that Dr. Satomi was a little nervous and added:
"That's not a bad thing for you, doctor."
should.
Japan's Golden Week runs from April 29th at the end of the month to Boys' Day on May th, which is also the Dragon Boat Festival in Japan.
Since it is a rare golden week, it is natural to travel around.
April 30th was the second day of the Golden Week, but Genkaku-ji Temple in Hatsune-cho, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo, closed its doors early.
Many tourists who came to pay their respects had to leave disappointed.
"Amitabha."
The cemetery of Yuanjue Temple is quiet and surrounded by green trees. The abbot of Yuanjue Temple had a bitter face as he watched a group of police officers wandering around the cemetery.
It was clearly a rare Golden Week, during which one could make a lot of money from offerings to incense offerings, but who would have thought that a large group of people from the Metropolitan Police Department would come to the temple before the gate was even opened in the morning.
This scene immediately frightened the young monk who was welcoming guests, and in the end he, the abbot, had to step forward in person.
"found it!"
The police officers immediately gathered around and saw the words "Hideichi Kurokawa" engraved on a tombstone with a black and white portrait on it.
Hideichi Kurokawa's grave looks the same as all the nearby cemeteries, and the tombstone is not damaged.
"let's start."
At a command from the middle-aged police officer in the lead, the crowd dispersed. Several people took out their cameras and took pictures of the cemetery from different angles. Some wrote down the name of the tomb owner next to Professor Kurokawa, and others began to collect samples of cemetery soil.
The abbot felt as if he was in a cloud of fog, and was completely bewildered.
But the next scene made him unable to sit still. He saw several people taking out shovels from black bags and standing next to Professor Kurokawa's grave.
"Officers, what are you doing? This grave cannot be dug up. It will damage the merits!" The abbot had no choice but to come out and stop them.
"Abbot, please understand, we are just following orders. Professor Kurokawa, this involves a very complicated case." The middle-aged police officer explained in a gentle voice.
"But what is buried here is the ashes of Lord Heichuan Tan, and we can't do an autopsy on it." The abbot said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"In short, the situation is very complicated and I can't say more." said the middle-aged police officer.
"Also, please keep this matter confidential, Abbot! Even Mr. Kurokawa's widow and students cannot reveal a single detail."
"This is a bit difficult to deal with." The abbot of Yuanjue Temple looked embarrassed.
After all, the Metropolitan Police Department is a state agency, and if they want to take away Kurokawa Danshu's ashes, he can only cooperate. However, this matter has to be kept secret from Danshu's relatives and friends, which is unacceptable and will also be a disadvantage for the temple.
The middle-aged police officer smiled and handed over a check.
The abbot took the check and when he saw the number on it, his face immediately lit up and his eyes showed compassion:
"Amitabha, since this is the work of the Metropolitan Police Department, then we at Genkaku-ji will definitely do our best to cooperate. Before we start the construction, let me recite a passage of scripture for Kurokawa Dan-sama."
"This... I'll have to trouble the abbot!"
The middle-aged police officer frowned, but as if he had thought of something, his expression changed and he readily agreed.
"Om! Shulishuli, Mahashuli, Shushulli, Svaha!"
The abbot walked to Professor Kurokawa's grave, clasped his hands together, and recited a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra in a rhythmic manner.
After finishing the chant, the middle-aged police officer looked nervous, stepped aside and signaled several people to take action.
Although the police officers were somewhat reluctant, they finally dug up Professor Kurokawa's grave.
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After several police officers took action, the abbot discovered that the middle-aged police officer had a serious face, his eyes staring straight ahead, his body tense, and one hand on his lower back.
The abbot had a strange look on his face. Why did the police officer have such an expression? It was as if he was afraid of digging out a corpse from the grave, no, a demon or monster.
After digging up Professor Kurokawa's grave, several police officers carefully dug up the soil and soon dug out an urn.
"found it!"
A police officer holding the urn turned around and saw the middle-aged police officer looking as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was a little puzzled.
The middle-aged police officer was on guard for a while, and when he found that nothing strange happened, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the abbot and ordinary police officers who were kept in the dark and shook his head.
If you knew that the owner of this tomb had been coming back to life for several days in a row, you would not dare to dig up the tomb.
Among all the police officers in Genjue Temple, he was the only one who knew the inside story.
"Put away Professor Kurokawa's urn. Be careful and handle it with care."
A police officer took out a prepared locker with a cotton-filled interior and placed the urn inside. It was just the right size.
Then they took out an identical urn and placed it in the original pit. Several police officers used shovels to backfill the soil and restore the grave.
The Metropolitan Police Department contacted the funeral home where Professor Kurokawa was cremated overnight and brought an urn of the same style to replace the deceased.
It's just that the ashes inside are a homeless person that no one claims.
"Amitabha."
Digging graves is really immoral. The middle-aged policeman looked ashamed and a little scared, and muttered a Buddhist mantra.
If Professor Kurokawa is still alive, please don't come to me. I had no choice but to do this. If you want to find someone, go find the big shots above. They ordered to dig up your ashes for research!
"Abbot, please keep your mouth shut. Especially when facing this person called Satomi, you must not reveal even a single word."
The middle-aged police officer took out a photo and handed it to the abbot, his tone solemn:
"If the secret is leaked, Abbot, you will be in big trouble. Really big trouble. You don't want to be away from your wife and children for more than ten years, do you?"
"I understand! I understand!"
The abbot, who had perfect professional skills, understood the police officer's implication that he would face imprisonment. Beads of sweat immediately rolled down his bald head and he nodded repeatedly.
The Metropolitan Police Department's inexplicable and bizarre tomb robbery, the replacement of the ashes, and subsequent stern warnings, could he have been involved in an ulterior conspiracy?
"There is one more thing, Abbot. Is it King Yama who is worshipped in your Yuanjue Temple?" asked the middle-aged police officer.
"Yes, that's true. To be more precise, it's Konjac Enma."
The abbot said quickly.
The middle-aged police officer nodded thoughtfully.
"Abbot, your Yuanjue Temple is truly a Feng Shui treasure land. Do you have any cemeteries left? Can you accept reservations?"
"what?"
The abbot scratched his shiny bald head, somewhat confused.
Does this officer have someone dying in his family?
But it would be unlucky to reserve a cemetery in advance.
Just as the middle-aged police officer and the abbot of Genkaku-ji Temple were discussing the prospects of real estate in the underworld, in a secret base in Chiyoda Ward, a group of experts from the Metropolitan Police Department were analyzing the situation.
After the Metropolitan Police Department was invaded by the extraordinary being named Itachi, it transferred important information and expert groups to this unknown secret base.
The security here is tight, with Self-Defense Force members and US soldiers armed with live ammunition everywhere. Every corridor, every main road, and even the ventilation ducts are covered with surveillance cameras.
