Chapter 1000: Chapter 27 Jason: Someone gave me an offer to compete that I couldn’t refuse

Is it a coincidence?

Probably not.

It must be artificially arranged.

But… why would the other party do this?

Murder?

The ‘Cursed Videotape’ is indeed a lethal weapon for murder, and can even be said to kill invisibly, and it’s highly likely to kill even the ordinary people from the ‘Mystical Side’ if they come across it unintentionally.

But, the ‘Cursed Videotape’ also has various restrictions.

Not to mention other things, just the need to see the ‘picture’ severely limits what can be done.

Unless it’s someone like Shimura Tetsuya who murders his own friends, and moreover, these friends are very interested in ‘ghost stories’, ‘urban legends’, but are not really from the ‘Mystical Side’.

And the person who ‘gave’ Shimura Tetsuya the ‘Cursed Videotape’ must be from the ‘Mystical Side’.

The person they want to kill would naturally also be from the ‘Mystical Side’.

But is this useful?

Isn’t this a bit of a roundabout way?

What if the person you want to kill is an ordinary person?

Then there is even less need.

For a person from the ‘Mystical Side’ to kill an ordinary person, it’s no harder than an ordinary person stepping on an ant.

“Why so?”

“To do this other than letting more ordinary people die… To kill more people?”

“To harvest souls?”

“To create panic?”

Jason’s brow furrowed slightly, but his eyes lit up.

It seemed he had found what the other party wanted to do.

However, more information is needed as support.

And that senior monk from Tongshou Temple is a great choice.

But that’s for later.

Now?

Jason looked at the ‘Cursed Videotape’ in his hand, then opened his mouth and ate it.

Crunch, crunch.

Crispy.

Slightly salty.

Somewhat like seaweed.

[Consumed ‘Cursed Videotape’ (Copy)]

[Physical Strength, Energy, Wounds significantly recovered!]

[Satiety +30]

[Satiety: 749]

…

“A copy, 30 satiety points?”

“Not bad!”

Jason made such an assessment, and couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth.

A single copy provided 30 satiety points.

How many would the original have?

Would it bring the Excitement of Feast?

And!

How many copies would there be?

Just thinking about the existence of these foods, Jason couldn’t help but feel happy.

At this time, Hui Lijing, who had gone to report the incident, came back.

Ryosuke and Urashima also returned with her.

“Lord Jason.”

“Jas… Achoo!”

The young Officer Urashima was still somewhat normal, but it seemed Ryosuke was not doing as well, with a nasally voice and sniffling, and sneezing the moment he opened his mouth.

Was there no doubt he had caught a cold?

Was the mountain wind that cold?

Jason thought.

While wiping his nose with a handkerchief, Ryosuke looked sheepishly at Jason and Hui Lijing, who had stepped back a bit.

“Sorry.”

The middle-aged officer apologized for his sneeze.

“Officer Ryosuke caught a cold on the mountain last night. When I arrived, the whole person was almost huddled by the side of the road…”

“Enough, shut up.”

“Let’s get to the point.”

Ryosuke cut off his Assistant’s words.

Doesn’t he have any face left?

Rather than care about his pride and honor, choosing to leave and then… catching a cold.

It may not be nice to say, but it gives the impression that his dignity and honor are worth less than a cold.

Ryosuke found it difficult to accept.

Even though that was the truth.

Do middle-aged men have less worth than a dog?

Ryosuke murmured to himself, and then took the micro-recorder handed over by Hui Lijing.

“All the evidence is in here.”

“You can listen.”

Hui Lijing said.

Ryosuke immediately pressed the play button.

Instantly, Shimura Tetsuya’s words started to play.

“This bastard!”

“To kill his own friends!”

The young Urashima cursed, wanting to give the unconscious Shimura Tetsuya a kick to vent his anger, but refrained when he thought of his status as a policeman.

“A wretch who blames the heavens and others.”

Ryosuke commented nonchalantly.

With many years of experience in the police force, Ryosuke had seen too many people who thought highly of themselves or who went to extremes due to feeling unrecognized.

Shimura Tetsuya was not the first, nor would he be the last.

But, Shimura Tetsuya was a bit special.

This bastard didn’t think himself extraordinary.

Rather, he really was ‘extraordinary’.

“Does he have some kind of special ability?”

Ryosuke asked Jason.

“Hmm.”

“Something similar to psychography.”

“Most of the time, it’s useless, but with some items for support, it can become a real nuisance.”

Jason nodded, explaining.

“That ‘Cursed Videotape’, then?”

Ryosuke asked, his expression grave.

As a veteran policeman, he was all too aware of the consequences if something like that were to spread on the market.

A slight carelessness could lead to disaster.

“I’ve ‘purified’ it.”

Jason said.

“Purified? Good, good.”

Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Ryosuke had known and believed in this saying for over a decade.

So, although he was steeply in debt, he still managed to live.

“Jason, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Ryosuke lowered his voice.

“Okay.”

Jason did not refuse.

Moreover, he had guessed what had probably happened.

Ryosuke had come into contact with the ‘Mystical Side’ of the world he had never encountered before, and as an official, the authorities would naturally make arrangements.

Indeed, that was the case.

“I got promoted from Investigation Section 1 to Investigation Section 0 this morning after I returned to the police station, and I’m starting to tackle some cases that ordinary police officers cannot handle– they think I’m capable of handling such matters.”