The Demon’s Menu
Chapter 1052: You Are the Wind and I Am the Sand, Intertwined to the Ends of the Earth! (2)

And then, he charged towards Ryosuke.

Bang!

Ryosuke, who had already experienced more than one mysterious event, pulled the trigger with his finger.

Not a trace of trembling.

The bullet hit Yukiko squarely in the face.

Once again, Yukiko was knocked down.

But quickly, she got up again.

Ryosuke fired again.

After Yukiko was knocked down this time, Urashima finally came out in the car.

Without opening the door, Ryosuke jumped directly through the passenger-side window.

"Drive!"

Ryosuke roared.

Whir!

Screech!

Amidst the roar of the engine, the tires spun rapidly on the ground, then the car shot away, leaving behind a smell of burnt rubber.

And...

Yukiko’s roar.

"Urashima is mine!"

"Urashima is mine!"

Such roaring, even tens of meters away, Ryosuke could hear loud and clear.

Immediately, the middle-aged detective furrowed his brows.

"You’re not ditching her after leading her on, are you?"

Ryosuke couldn’t help but ask.

Aside from that, Ryosuke simply couldn’t imagine what kind of situation would turn a woman into what Yukiko had become.

"No."

"We didn’t even start."

"I do like Miss Yukiko, but, but I’m just not good enough for her, I can’t match up to Miss Yukiko. I want her to be happy and just take care of the people around her to the best of my ability, I had no other intentions."

"It’s just, just..."

Urashima’s words were somewhat incoherent.

Clearly, even now Urashima was struggling to accept the shock before him.

Both the impact of being a part of ’Mystical Side’ and Miss Yukiko’s ’love’.

Without a doubt, the latter was much bigger, much more intense.

"Breathe deeply, relax, calm down."

"Women get hysterical like this sometimes."

"You should be thankful she truly loves you."

"Otherwise, you’d be the first one turned into a specimen."

Ryosuke spoke with the tone of someone who had been through it all before.

His words were cheeky.

The middle-aged detective hoped to calm down his assistant with such talk.

But what was said next made the middle-aged detective’s blood pressure start to rise.

"Officer Ryosuke, you’ve been single all along, haven’t you?"

"You haven’t got a marriage partner, nor a romantic partner, right?"

"Is your knowledgeable tone just an act?"

Urashima asked with confusion.

If Urashima hadn’t been driving, Ryosuke would have certainly kicked him.

What does ’always single’ mean?

He occasionally goes to soaplands.

He’s also very charming.

Number 18 masseuse even texted him yesterday.

Just as Ryosuke was about to defend himself, his eyes suddenly fixed on something.

As an assistant and partner, there was considerable understanding between Urashima and Ryosuke.

When Ryosuke’s expression changed, Urashima looked into the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Yukiko was chasing after them.

That’s right!

Chasing them on foot!

And getting closer and closer!

With the speed on the dashboard approaching 70 miles per hour, Urashima’s hands were sweating.

How is this possible?

How can a person run faster than a car?

Moreover, after being shot.

This, this?

"Floor it!"

"To Tongshou Temple!"

Ryosuke shouted loudly, making Urashima steady himself again.

Then, Ryosuke turned around, leaned out of the window, and aimed his gun at Yukiko who was in pursuit.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive shots, all missed.

It’s one thing to shoot at close range on flat ground, and entirely another while on a speeding car.

Moreover, Ryosuke usually prefers to settle issues with his fists.

Though he practiced with firearms, it was more of an inspection kind of practice—practice during inspections, and after using up the quota of 100 bullets a year, he wouldn’t touch them much anymore.

At this moment, Ryosuke wished he could slap himself for not practicing more when he had the chance.

But what concerned Ryosuke even more was Yukiko’s wounds.

As Yukiko almost closed in on the trunk, Ryosuke could see clearly, the bullet holes on Yukiko’s body had disappeared.

The wounds that were on her face and shoulder had already reverted to their original state.

Powerful strength.

Extraordinary speed.

Frightening regenerative ability.

And...

That increasingly ugly face.

Ryosuke’s heart kept sinking.

He knew that once caught, his chances of survival were slim to none.

Although he came to see Urashima this morning to ’die’.

But it was only a ’feigned death’.

He didn’t really want to die.

Now facing actual death, Ryosuke suddenly felt mocked by fate.

However, such mockery was fleeting.

After changing the magazine, Ryosuke fired again.

This time, he didn’t shoot out the car window, knowing the bumpy sensation meant he couldn’t possibly hit his target.

Ryosuke chose to kneel on the seat, leaning his back and elbow on the seat to shoot.

Bang, bang bang!

The rear window of the car shattered completely.

This time, Ryosuke landed a shot.

The bullet struck Yukiko’s torso.

But unlike before, where it slightly impeded her,

This time, Yukiko continued the chase without even flinching, as if the gunshot had no effect on her at all.

"Damn it!"

Ryosuke cursed under his breath.

He always had the illusion that the woman in front of him was becoming stronger.

And what happened next proved Ryosuke’s guess.

Bang, bang bang!

Three more shots.

This time, Ryosuke was lucky enough to hit Yukiko in the head.

A bullet that should have knocked Yukiko down merely caused her head to jerk back.

After only a brief stop, Yukiko chased after them again as if nothing had happened.

And the bullet?

It simply embedded in Yukiko’s forehead.

As Yukiko ran, the bullet fell straight out.

Yukiko’s forehead was as smooth as new, without a trace.

Seeing this, Ryosuke had no idea what to say; he could only keep pulling the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Soon, the two magazines on him were empty.

But this did not stop Yukiko from getting closer.

The woman, her face distorted like an evil spirit, was now level with the car.

She turned her head, staring at Ryosuke with those terrifying eyes.

"Give Urashima back to me!"

Yukiko yelled.

"To hell with that!"

Ryosuke grabbed the car’s fire extinguisher beside the co-driver seat and sprayed it wildly.

Why use a car fire extinguisher?

It was the only thing he could call a weapon at hand.

The dry powder from the extinguisher obscured Yukiko’s vision.

It also affected Urashima’s vision.

Fortunately, the entrance to Tongshou Town was in sight.

Urashima yanked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

Screech!

In the piercing sound of the tires’ friction, Urashima pushed the door open and ran toward Tongshou Temple.

Ryosuke threw away the fire extinguisher and followed closely behind.

"Hurry up!"

Ryosuke urged Urashima.

But at the next moment, Ryosuke’s complexion changed.

A great strength surged from behind, and without any resistance, Ryosuke was dragged back into the mist of dry powder.

Only Ryosuke’s shouts remained.

"Don’t worry about me, go to Sir Jason."

...

"Scumbag!"

Hui Lijing, emerging from Tongshou Temple, immediately critiqued Urashima without hesitation.

The young officer opened his mouth to argue but found himself speechless.

Or rather, he didn’t know what to say.

Eventually, the young Urashima could only apologize.

"I didn’t do it on purpose!"

"Sorry!"

"I didn’t know this would happen!"

For such an apology, the detective was thoroughly scornful.

"Hmph!"

"What’s the use of apologizing if it works? What do we need the police for?"

"Plus, you’re a cop!"

"Even though you know it’s impossible, you still wallow in the secretion of hormones, unable to distinguish — like or dislike, or if there are compelling reasons, you should speak up!"

"Say it word by word, openly and honestly!"

"Instead of enjoying the ambiguity among a group of young female students!"

"Hmph, scumbag!"

The detective snorted again.

This time, Urashima was completely at a loss for words.

Did he really enjoy it?

He wasn’t sure anymore.

Jason paid no attention to such a conversation; he was just sniffing.

Then—

Huh?