Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 70 - 69: Mu Qiang’s Woman_1

Kobayashi Teito suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out blood. He found it extremely difficult to walk even a single step. It was as if he were a balloon pricked by a needle, his energy crazily leaking out.

He looked down, unable to comprehend how the knife that was supposed to be thrust forward had ended up stabbing him.

Kobayashi Teito wanted to look up and question Dio about what he had done, but he lacked the strength to lift his head or even ask why.

Weakness and coldness spread from his heart to his body like a tide.

Kobayashi Teito, who thought he feared nothing, suddenly found himself yearning to live at that moment.

Even if he had no possessions, even if he became a tramp wandering the streets, he wanted to keep living.

"URGH, AH..." Muffled and unclear words came from Kobayashi Teito’s mouth as his strong desire to live disappeared into the darkness encroaching on his consciousness. He fell forward.

Aozawa raised his hand, not touching Kobayashi Teito, but using Telekinesis to push the body to the side.

He walked towards Rumi Yoshizawa, who was frozen in place.

「 」

What happened? This question flashed through Rumi Yoshizawa’s mind. From her point of view, she had only seen the fierce Kobayashi Teito suddenly stop and then get pushed down by Dio.

The process in between was completely blocked by his tall, large frame, and Rumi Yoshizawa did not understand the details of the encounter.

The only thing she knew was that the foreign man named Dio was approaching her.

"How is he?" Rumi Yoshizawa asked, not out of concern for Kobayashi Teito, but because the question in her heart was too intense, and she needed an answer.

"I killed him."

Even Aozawa felt that his own voice sounded incredibly seductive at that moment.

He was now imitating the anime character Dio Brando. Brando was a major antagonist in the third part of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, known as the Demon Emperor, the incarnation of evil, and the savior of villains.

Because it was the third part, Aozawa’s voice was like Tsubasa Takehito’s.

Rumi Yoshizawa felt a bit dizzy. Was murder really something one could calmly mention to others?

Tonight’s experience made her feel as if she were not in peaceful Tokyo but in the streets of some chaotic little country, where murder had become as common as eating and drinking.

Should she thank him?

Rumi Yoshizawa looked at the blond man approaching her, swallowed hard, and said tremulously, "Thank you for your help."

Seeing the woman’s frightened expression, Aozawa felt a sudden urge to play a trick.

He covered the palm of his hand with Telekinesis to avoid leaving fingerprints. Then, he lifted the woman’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Don’t thank me," he said. "I just want to replace him and do what he intended to do. Violate you."

Words that should have been repulsive, coming from the blond man before her, instead induced a tingling sensation in Rumi Yoshizawa. It was like an electric shock that made her unable to struggle or resist.

Her body trembled slightly, ready to accept the man’s superior genetic seed.

This slight tremble caught Aozawa’s eye. His cold expression suddenly shifted to a light laugh. "HAHA, don’t be afraid.

I was just joking. Next time, don’t walk alone in such a dark alley.

Goodbye."

Aozawa withdrew his hand and, as he passed by, casually slapped Rumi Yoshizawa on the bottom.

"AH!"

The cry that echoed in the night surprised Aozawa.

Rumi Yoshizawa’s face flushed red, her teeth biting her lip. She was astonished. Such a simple slap had given her a pleasure that her previous boyfriend’s efforts could never provide.

A burst of courage sprouted in her heart, and she shouted loudly, "Lord Dio, please take me with you, I can go anywhere.

I’ll do anything you want.

Even if it means breaking my limbs or tearing open my chest, I am willing to follow you!"

Her tone was incredibly humble, like a believer yearning for God’s mercy.

It was like a lovesick puppy confessing his affection to his goddess for the thousand and first time.

"No way."

Aozawa rejected without hesitation, thinking to himself, Would transforming into an anime character trigger the inherent charm of the role itself?

They had only met once, and yet the woman was willing to die for him. Dio’s attraction to the opposite sex was insanely strong.

He strode away from the alley.

Rumi Yoshizawa stood still, watching his tall figure disappear, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her heart was broken.

"SOB. SOB." Rumi Yoshizawa couldn’t contain the desire to cry. She was sadder than when her favorite sister had passed away in her childhood.

Disregarding her image, she slumped to the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.

A while later, the sound of police sirens drew closer.

Rumi Yoshizawa kept crying, oblivious to any noise.

A police car stopped at the entrance, and the officers inside rushed out.

"Don’t move! We are from Ushiku Police Station!"

After shouting this sentence, Ishikawa Kimiyama realized something was off—the person on the ground really wasn’t moving.

He and his colleague carefully approached. They turned over the suspect and found a knife plunged into his chest, piercing his heart.

The knife handle looked like the kind commonly seen in fruit shops.

The suspect had become a victim.

Given the position of the fruit knife and the technique, it was impossible to stab the heart so accurately without more than ten years of practice. It was not an accidental homicide!

Ishikawa Kimiyama concluded it was a murder and pursed his lips. He stood up and said, "Miss, please come with me to the station to make a statement and explain how this person died."

Reminded by him, Rumi Yoshizawa remembered there was a dead person beside her, but the thought of Lord Dio leaving her forever made her extremely sad again.

Her crying grew louder.

It made Ishikawa Kimiyama want to call other officers to deal with her.

「Ushiku Police Station, Interrogation Room.」

Ishikawa Kimiyama massaged his temples. This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a tearful woman.

This had been the case all the way from the crime scene back to the station.

She couldn’t get through three sentences without falling into a state of uncontrollable sobbing.

The unpleasant sound of crying and her facial expressions tormented his eardrums at all times.

And yet he couldn’t scold her.

In a country where Western human rights thrived, the rights of a suspect ranked above those of a law enforcement officer like him.

He even had to graciously serve water to the woman, replenishing the "ammunition" for her overly active tear glands.

Rumi Yoshizawa finished the water in one gulp, placing the paper cup back on the table.

Ishikawa Kimiyama ventured cautiously, "Miss Yoshizawa, may I ask, what does that man named Dio look like?"

"Dio."

Saying the name, Rumi Yoshizawa’s voice choked up, and her red eyes began to fill with tears again.

No, please!

Ishikawa Kimiyama internally screamed in despair. His hands clutched the edge of the table as he struggled to control the urge to go over and slap the woman across the face hundreds of times.

He kept reminding himself, Impulse is the devil! Rumi Yoshizawa might be a victim in the case.

But the veins on the back of his hands still bulged.

A new round of crying was about to begin when someone opened the door to the interrogation room at that moment.

Ishikawa Kimiyama was overjoyed, thinking the forensic report had arrived. If it confirmed the murder weapon didn’t have Rumi Yoshizawa’s fingerprints, I can finally send away this Plague God!

But when he looked at the doorway, his expression turned dumbstruck.

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