At the same time, Yamazaki also hailed a taxi and headed to Banqiao District.
The death of Miko Hatoyama was like a knife taking his life, making him feel cold in his heart.
He couldn't stay there any longer, even though it was daytime, even though the city was bustling with traffic, even though the sun was out...
Yamazaki knew well that the sun couldn't stop it, that the light from this thing had no effect at all except to burn the skin.
But at least, Yamazaki was sure of one thing, that the ghost was here, in Shibuya!
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