: The Evil God, Cangxi Guardian, Asks You a Question

The roar of the chainsaw instantly filled the entire room, and crimson flames leaped on the saw teeth!

With an excited expression that said, "I don't care what you are, I'll chop you up first," Hikawa raised the chainsaw high!

The chainsaw stopped abruptly before it could be swung down.

It's not that she stopped.

Her hand stopped. The chainsaw stopped. Her whole being stopped.

An invisible force surged in from all directions, like countless unseen hands, simultaneously pressing down on her shoulders, arms, waist, and legs. Before Hikawa could even cry out, she was lifted into the air by that force, and then…

"Bang!"

He was firmly pressed onto chair number 1.

The iron chair surface was icy cold, and the white paint number "1" on the back of the chair was right next to her back.

She tried to stand up, but her body was as if nailed to the ground, unable to move. Even the chainsaw in her hand was pressed down by that force, its teeth hitting the ground and emitting a futile buzzing sound.

"Hikawa!" Matsushima Yukio exclaimed, instinctively rushing over.

But as soon as she took a step, the old police uniform hanging on the high-backed chair opposite her desk suddenly "stood up".

The collar slowly straightens, the sleeves gradually open, and the hem hangs down naturally.

It's as if there's an unseen person tidying their clothes, preparing to sit down.

The only sound throughout the entire process was the rustling of clothes rubbing together, which felt particularly eerie in the quiet room.

As for why it was quiet, Hisakawa's struggles and shouts failed to produce any sound. Even Matsushima Yukio's shouts just now were seen by Miyagi Ryosuke as just an open mouth without making any sound.

Ryosuke Miyagi calmly observed his surroundings. All these changes were caused by Hikawa picking up the chainsaw and pulling the bracelet.

His gaze fell on the police uniform that was "standing up".

The police officer pulled up a chair and then...sat down.

The empty police uniform landed precisely on the high-backed chair, maintaining the posture of "someone sitting there".

A ripple spread across the surface of the enamel teacup on the table.

Matsushima Yukio's pupils contracted. She seemed to understand where the spirit was—it was that upright police uniform! Destroying that uniform would end it all!

She can end this farce caused by this near-level two resentful spirit!

Matsushima Yukio quickly crossed her hands in front of her chest.

"Chanshen!"

An icy blue light exploded.

Ordinary clothes vanished in the light, replaced by a close-fitting azure ice crystal armor, and her chestnut hair turned into frosty silver-white. Matsushima Yukio, Level 2 Magical Girl.

Combat stance is adopted.

She raised her staff and aimed it at the police uniform.

Ice crystals condensed at the tip of the staff.

then!

"Bang!"

She sat down as well.

It was an invisible force, equally sudden and unexpected. That force surged in from all directions, shattering the ice crystals she had just formed, lifting her into the air, and then slamming her heavily into the ground.

Chair No. 2.

Matsushima Yukio was pressed into chair number 2, and her ice crystal staff slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp "ding".

She struggled to stand up, but her body remained motionless, as if it were cast into the chair.

"Yukio-senpai!" Hisakawa shouted from chair number 1, "What the hell is this thing?!"

To Matsushima Yukio and Miyagi Ryosuke, Hisakawa's actions appeared as a frantic struggle, followed by her opening her mouth without uttering a word.

To Ryosuke Miyagi, the surrounding environment was eerily quiet; he could even hear the ripples spreading from the water glass on the table.

Ryosuke Miyagi stood still, he didn't move.

From the moment Hikawa was pressed down, the instant he instinctively wanted to use the "Charge Forward" technique to summon the spirit of the bus, the [Spiritual Alertness] on the back of his neck exploded with excruciating pain—not the slight stinging pain of before, but a "death" alarm.

Violence must not be used...

This is a rule.

When Himawari showed any intention to attack, she was forced into a chair.

When Matsushima Yukio transformed and attempted to attack, she was also forced into a chair.

Each "attack intent" triggers that force, forcing the person to "sit down".

Ryosuke Miyagi slowly raised his right hand, and black slime wrapped around it, solidifying into the "Witcher's Hunting Manual".

The entire movement was slow and cautious. He constantly paid attention to the feedback from the back of his neck, and would stop any movement as soon as he felt pain to ensure his safety.

In retrospect, the "Spiritual Vigilance" skill he gained from choosing to allocate points to Survival on his first attempt really saved him many times!

He opened the "Witcher's Hunting Manual" in his hand, but there was no response. He continued to turn to the fifth page.

There is still no pain in the back of my neck.

His gaze fell on the pages of the book in his hands.

Information regarding the garrison has changed again.

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[A police officer living alone - stationed to guard against resentment]

[Current Status: Review process has been forcibly initiated.]

[Target quantity: 3. Number of seats occupied: 2.]

[Rule: Any act of violence, offensive intent, or psionic confrontation will trigger "Forced Seating." Once seated, one cannot detach themselves.]

[Review Method: The program will run automatically. The target will be automatically released after the entire process is completed. If brute force is triggered again during the process, the program will reset.]

[Note: It no longer remembers who it is. But it remembers the "interrogation process." Now, you are "suspects."]

Ryosuke Miyagi closed the handbook.

He looked at the police uniform.

It sat motionless in the high-backed chair.

But where the police badge was, there was black liquid wriggling on it.

Ryosuke Miyagi moved his feet little by little, trying to "get closer".

The movement was slower than opening the Witcher's Hunting Manual.

He slowly walked to the desk and pulled out the unnumbered chair opposite the desk.

He sat down.

Face to face with that police uniform.

The patrol log on the table opened by itself.

The pen stood up on its own and hovered above the paper.

A voice rang out from inside the room.

The sound quality was very poor, like an old tape recorder playing the same sound repeatedly—hoarse, intermittent, mechanical, and full of white noise.

"Night patrol...discovered...suspicious individuals..."

"Review...process...initiated..."

"Please...cooperate...in answering..."

The pen fell, and I began to write on the paper.

Each stroke is precise and neat.

[Subject of review: Unknown]

[Question 1: Name.]

Question 2: Occupation.

[Question 3: Purpose of going out late at night.]

Question 4: Are you carrying any dangerous items?

Question 5: Does the individual have a prior criminal record?

Ryosuke Miyagi looked at the words.

The other party was waiting for his reply.

There was a two-second silence.

Then Ryosuke Miyagi spoke up.

Instead of answering any of the five questions, he said something completely unrelated:

"Seiichiro Nakajima began his duty shift in Shinjuku 4-chome in 1953 and has never left since."

The pen stopped.

For the first time, the oppressive feeling in the room began to fluctuate.

Swish!

The paper industry has turned around.

rustling...

The pen wrote another line.

[The Evil God, Cangxi Guardian, asks you a question...]

Ryosuke Miyagi slammed his hands down on the table, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, as if an invisible force had pinned his hands down.