Blood soaked the floor.

Masashi Sudo stared coldly at Tomoyuki Kaga, who lay dead on the ground.

“You brought this upon yourself; you shouldn’t have threatened me.” He stomped on Tomoyuki Kaga’s corpse, as if venting his anger.

A moment later, he finally sobered up from his rage.

He immediately took action, quickly going to the basement of the shop, taking out a black plastic sheet, and wrapping the body.

Then, following the trail of blood, he began to clean up all the traces he had left behind.

As a detective, he was well aware of police investigation methods.

Buzz—!

Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out abruptly.

This ear-splitting sound seemed to emanate from within his head, making Masashi Sudo dizzy.

“Damn it, what is that sound?” He desperately clutched his ears, trying to stop the sound from spreading.

But unfortunately, it had no effect whatsoever.

Damn it, what exactly is this!

The sudden sound was so sharp that his ears felt a stinging pain, and the anxiety and unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

A strong sense of fear spread through his heart.

Was this punishment for his murder?

What a joke!

Recalling his past experiences, his heart was filled with anger, hatred, and unwillingness.

When he was being difficult with his superior, no one lent a helping hand.

And now, he had merely killed someone, and he would face such punishment; this was too unfair.

“Do you wish to fulfill your desire?”

The piercing sound instantly vanished, and a deep male voice echoed through the antique shop.

Masashi Sudo suddenly looked up. Then he looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but all he saw were various items in the antique shop.

“Who! Who’s there!”

Buzz buzz—

The piercing sound rang out again. This time, however, it had a specific location.

He looked towards the source of the sound and saw a large floor-length mirror, in which a flash of white light appeared.

Then, Shiro Kanzaki’s figure appeared in the mirror.

“You… who are you!”

Looking at the suddenly appearing Shiro Kanzaki, Masashi Sudo could hardly believe his eyes. How could a human appear in a mirror? Could there really be monsters?

Shiro Kanzaki in the mirror did not answer Masashi Sudo’s question, but instead spoke to himself.

“Fight! Become the last Knight, and your wish will come true!”

“Hey, what exactly are you talking about… ugh!”

Masashi Sudo clutched his head as a flood of memories that didn’t belong to him rushed into his mind.

Knight War, fulfill wishes!

At this moment, Shiro Kanzaki in the mirror extended his hand, and an orange-yellow Advent Deck shot out from the mirror.

“Choose, do you want to become Kamen Rider Scissors and participate in the Knight War?”

Masashi Sudo, who had already recovered, took the orange-yellow Advent Deck without hesitation, a look of exhilaration on his face.

“Hahahaha! The last Knight will definitely be me!”

Masashi Sudo tightly gripped the Advent Deck in his hand, his eyes full of greed.

Watching Masashi Sudo, who was already lost in fantasy, Shiro Kanzaki nodded and then disappeared into the mirror.

After an unknown amount of time.

Masashi Sudo, who was dragging the body, heard hurried footsteps.

“Hey! Kaga, what’s making you so anxious!”

The antique shop’s door was pushed open, and Yuichi Tsuchihashi walked in, carrying a briefcase. He was visibly stunned when he saw Masashi Sudo standing in the center of the hall, then asked with a hint of confusion, “Excuse me, who are you?”

Then, he noticed the human-shaped object wrapped in black plastic being dragged, and he couldn’t help but be greatly alarmed, backing away.

“Wait, I didn’t see anything.”

However, Masashi Sudo was not nervous at this moment, because he already had a new way to deal with witnesses.

He slowly raised the Advent Deck in his hand, and in the mirror, an orange-yellow creature resembling a crab extended its pincers, and in just the blink of an eye.

Yuichi Tsuchihashi had disappeared.

The antique shop was dead silent, and the smell of blood in the air had completely vanished.

“Ha… haha…” Laughter squeezed out of his throat, at first suppressed, then erupting violently, “Hahahahaha—!!!”

He clenched the Advent Deck tightly, his knuckles white from the effort, his body trembling with excitement.

The power of the Mirror World! This was true power!

All the rules of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, all the investigations by that old geezer Ichiijo Kaoru, were all bullshit.

With this, he was the hunter!

Those high and mighty guys, those bastards who blocked his money and gave him attitude, they should all turn to ash.

Several faces flashed quickly through his mind, finally settling on the young, irritating face in the fire escape—You Hong.

That kid had reminded him with a fake smile, “The investigations have been very strict lately.”

“Tsk, little brat…”

Masashi Sudo spat fiercely, his facial muscles contorted, “When I’m free, you’ll be the first to taste this ‘Orange Pincer.’”

A moment later.

He straightened the collar of his crisp trench coat, stood up straight, and slightly raised his chin. The detective’s dignity returned to his face, even more arrogant than before.

He cast a final glance at the empty, dead silent antique shop, and a cold, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

“Bang!”

The shop door slammed shut behind him, with a “Closed” sign hanging on it.

The lock clicked crisply.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling; Masashi Sudo squinted and strode towards the official car parked by the roadside.

He opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and the black sedan merged into the afternoon traffic.

The car window reflected his triumphant face, and the rapidly receding streetscape outside the window.

The orange-yellow Advent Deck now lay securely in his inner suit pocket, pressed against his heart.

“Achoo!”

You Hong sneezed without warning, a loud sound that startled both Sato Ichiro and Kondo Motoki, who were buried in organizing documents.

“Police Inspector? Are you catching a cold?” Kondo Motoki looked up, asking with concern.

You Hong rubbed his nose and waved his hand: “It’s nothing, nothing, probably some old dog cursing me behind my back.”

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes glanced towards the busy street outside the window, and the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

The time… it should be about now, right? That fish that can’t wait to bite the hook when it smells blood.

He had just been thinking of Masashi Sudo’s greedy face.

According to that guy’s personality, after killing someone to silence them, he would inevitably be overcome by immense panic and a sense of lucky.

How could that old schemer Shiro Kanzaki let go of such a “quality customer”?

The Advent Deck of Kamen Rider Scissors should be delivered soon.

As for Tomoyuki Kaga and the buyer Yuichi Tsuchihashi?

You Hong picked up another report from his desk, his fingertip lightly tracing the edge of the paper.

That was a detailed chain of evidence regarding Tomoyuki Kaga’s long-term illegal trafficking of cultural relics, and Yuichi Tsuchihashi’s involvement as an illegal buyer in multiple money laundering and commercial fraud cases.

Two rats scurrying in the shadows, they died as they deserved.

Their disappearance was beneficial to public safety and saved the police a lot of effort.

“Cleaning up trash, and chumming the fishing pond at the same time, a win-win,” You Hong muttered softly.

Sato and Kondo exchanged glances, not hearing what the Police Inspector was muttering, only feeling that the Police Inspector seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today.

You Hong stood up and stretched, his bones making soft cracking sounds.

He paced to the window, his gaze directed towards the southeast of the city, where the faint outlines of several towering chimneys could be seen.

“Sato,”

He spoke without turning his head, his voice returning to its usual clear and decisive tone, “Get the car ready, we’re going to Takamizawa Chemical Factory.”