Editing Internet Shrine Maiden Tsugumi-chan:Volume1 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 6===

The luxurious residential area was perhaps the nicest in the city.

The entire megafloat was intentionally given a limited number of entrances and there were guards posted on either end of the bridges.

The largest of the properties there contained a Japanese-style estate that looked like an antique. Of course, that was all an illusion. New Sea City was only three years old.

In a waiting room of more than thirty square meters, men in black suits were speaking in hushed voices.

“Is the boss still busy with his hobby? But the paperwork is piling up.”

“Sh. You know how unmanageable he is if you interrupt his hobby.”

“His love of collecting 16mm films is on another level.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Do you want to end up stuffed in a drum like that secretary who decided the message couldn’t wait?”



On the other side of a thick soundproof wall and a locked door was a home theater.



In there, a man had slipped out of his leather chair.

Hisame Kouga stood in the windowless home theater. The detective precisely operated the handgun he had collected from the floor, loading the first round and aiming it at the large man’s face.

He made the motion look natural.

Both his hands were covered by gloves despite the midsummer heat. A pro would understand exactly what that meant.

“W-wait…”

“No. I want to keep this quick. There isn’t a moment to spare.”

“I never would have done a thing if I knew a ''monster'' like you was involved! Surely you know that!!”

The large man trembled as he reached for the landline phone, but he wasn’t going to call his troops into the windowless home theater. He could if he wanted, but that would only mean more dead bodies to dispose of at the end of the day.

“It’s me. I have a question about the Otsugo Water Level Control Canal matter. What’s going on there right now!? Listen, if you find anyone there, do not touch them. You hear me, do not!! Hey…”

Apparently something wasn’t right. The yakuza boss shouted angrily into the receiver a few more times.

Until he heard a metal click.

The click of the detective’s thumb raising the handgun’s hammer.

“Trouble?”

The boss was trembling.

And dripping with sweat. Anyone could tell he was in no position to play games.

Which could only mean…

(Something really has gone wrong?)

“I-it wasn’t me.”

“…”

“Something’s happened. We’ve lost control of the site!!”