Just as Shen Gu Mirai was about to speak, an irritated female voice came from behind her:
"Is it you again? Beichuan?"
Huh?
Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai turned to look.
They saw Gangye Yoshiko, carrying something in one hand, hastily approaching with an imposing air. Looking at Beichuan Si, she said half annoyed, half amused, "Do you know what today is? It's February 8th, Saturday. Why is it that you, fellow, seem bound to the soul of the Death God, attracting incidents wherever you go?"
Today was supposed to be a day off, a Saturday, and with no major cases recently, she was looking forward to enjoying her weekend off.
World peace, everything as usual—who wouldn't like that?
Gangye Yoshiko had been out shopping in Shibuya District when she heard a call on her pager, requesting any available officers in Shibuya to come over and help maintain order.
