As Hiroshi Hiroshi struggled to shake, the few drops of liquid remaining on the bottle wall fell to the tip of his tongue.

"Why, in the midst of the rich saltiness, there is a faint smell of tonkotsu soup. Could this be the key..."

Like a sommelier who is appreciating an old wine, Hiroshi Tsutoda smacked his tongue earnestly and tasted it carefully, trying to decipher the ingredients.

Looking at the terrified light in Harumoto Hairen's eyes, he showed a "you don't understand" look: "You want to ask me why I didn't send this thing for component analysis?"

"Hmph, if you take a bottle of holy water for analysis, the scientific research institute will only tell you that it is just an ordinary liquid with the chemical formula H2O... If the mystery of removing spirits can be easily explained with science, the Supernatural Research Institute will not rely on it." Spirit detective equipment and 'spiritual power' bullet formation technology is blocked. The real master of eliminative props, only trusts the feeling of his own body!"

"Hey, you don't need any physical sensation at all. Even from such a distance, from the unique smell of this men's toilet, I can be sure that what is on you and in the bottle is urine! 』

"That's right... that's right, the spirit remover on the truck, as long as you find him and ask for advice sincerely... ugh..."

Halfway through the words, Hiroshi Changtian's face suddenly turned pale.

"Vice President Changda, it's okay, your face is so ugly..."

"Ugh... Whoa la la la la..."

"It stinks, can a normal person vomit such an exaggerated amount? 』

Then, as if he could no longer bear the strong salty odor wafting from his body and mouth, he buried his head and vomited on the side of the road.

"It's over, the neck immobilizer is full of vomit, and sprayed on your beloved Demon Z! 』

...

"The information from the information team has been sent. According to the information from the cold chain transportation company, the driver is a 53-year-old full-time truck driver named Kei Watanabe, who has been running this route for more than 20 years... "

"Have you contacted the driver himself?"

Five minutes later, Harumoto Kaito patted the pale Hiroshi Tsutena on the back while checking the messages on his phone.

"The phone went unanswered. I heard that they will mute the phone during work hours. However, how could a senior truck driver be proficient in scavenging. There should be a scavenger in the car."

"Pullululu...Although it was dark and only for a moment, when the window of the car was opened, I can be sure that no one was seen in the passenger seat."

Spitting out the mineral water for gargling, Hiroshi Tsuneta recalled the situation weakly.

"Uhhhh...whether that person is Kei Watanabe, or someone else who shot, I must find an opportunity to sincerely ask him for advice..."

Even though he changed his clothes, cleaned his neck immobilizer, and rinsed out three bottles of mineral water in a row, the strong and terrifying breath in his mouth and body still failed to dissipate completely.

"The backup team waiting in the rear service area will stop him in the name of the traffic section to ask about the situation, and we will know when the time comes."

"Although the process is different from what I expected, as long as the mother-in-law of the high speed is withdrawn from treatment, my two months of squatting will not be in vain..."

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

"Woooo..."

Just when Detective Harumoto Kaito was relieved because the mission was about to end...

Several figures galloping at high speed, with a variety of running trajectories in different shapes, continuously rushed across the road in front of the two of them, bringing up a large hood of air and dust.

"puff!!!"

A second later, after recognizing those figures from the remaining images in his mind, Hiroshi Changda directly sprayed the water out of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Just now...that was..."

From the pictures left on the retina, it can be determined that the people who just passed in front of the two of them were a few people with different colors, but also with disheveled hair, dark and wrinkled faces, and blood pupils shining in the dark...

"...Mother-in-law!!!!"

Originally, Lesson 9 thought that this weirdness was due to the high speed and wide range of activities, so there were so many witness records...

The differences in the details of the clothing and other details described by the witnesses in the records were also regarded as cognitive errors caused by fear.

But I didn't expect that there would be more than one "high-speed mother-in-law" who is so creepy and terrifying with exquisite kissing skills.

"Their target must be that truck... The spirit remover on it is dangerous!"

Splashing the remaining mineral water in his hand on his bare Mediterranean Sea, Hiroshi Tsutenta closed the car door.

"Each support team listened to the order and observed at least three "highway mother-in-law", heading towards Shizuoka along the Morimachi section of the Tomei Expressway. The suspected target is the slayer on the refrigerated truck..."

As a senior detective, Harumoto Kaito also started the engine immediately and stomped on the accelerator.

"Immediately dispatched, be sure to stop the truck before the monster arrives, we are rushing from the rear..."

"Boom boom boom... woo..."

The heat on the hood has not yet dissipated, and the Demon Z, who still has vomit hanging on the side of the door, pulled out a long light and shadow, and jumped into the dark and endless highway.

"Attention, high-speed mother-in-law has a rule that the person's neck is forced to twist to the rear. Unconditionally slow down at the first moment of contact, and do not continue driving!"

"receive."

...

"Huh, although I'm a little sorry for those drag racing clansmen, but it can be regarded as saving their lives..."

Under the darkness of night, Sousuke Araki held the steering wheel on the speeding refrigerated truck, wiping the cold sweat on his head.

I threw out the only half bottle of "Hallelujah" left by myself, and the high-speed mother-in-law flashed past sensitively. Fortunately, it hit the face of the car racer on the opposite side, achieving the effect of indirectly becoming a Buddha...

That chilling scene of "headshot kissing", he naturally had a panoramic view from the rearview mirror.

"Uncle Watanabe, Uncle Watanabe? I still can't wake up, but since everyone is snoring, it should be fine..."

Uncle Watanabe, who was comatose due to fright, but snored loudly, shook gently.

"Just to be on the safe side, in the next service area, take him to see a doctor."

Thinking so, Araki Sousuke subconsciously stepped on the brakes, preparing to slow down...

"?"

However, the truck did not slow down because of this action.

"??"

He repeatedly and intermittently applied the brakes, but the body still showed no sign of slowing down.

"No, it's not..."

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Sousuke Araki's temple...

"At this time, the brakes failed?"

As an old driver~lightnovelpub.net~ Araki Sosuke maintained his direction calmly and began to control the vehicle to manually downshift.

Faced with this situation, going to neutral will not help deceleration.

Instead, lower the gear and use the low gear for mechanical deceleration. After the speed is reduced to a certain level, you can further reduce the speed by intermittently tightening, loosening, and tightening the handbrake, and finally looking for a buffer belt or running out of fuel. is the correct way to handle...

"Wait...it's so tight...what...what's going on...uh..."

However, the thick shift lever of this truck was locked for some reason, and even though Sousuke Araki changed his tactics in eighteen ways, it didn't move at all.

"Crack."

Perhaps it was too violent, and with the sour cracking sound, the 18 cm thick black shift lever broke directly.

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