Zenitsu Has Been Kidnapped (4,000-Word Edition) (Continued)

"How could that be?"

After exclaiming in surprise, the geisha rushed out.

"I need to talk to the boss!"

The Scribe did not stop the geisha from leaving.

On the contrary, the other party's departure was exactly what he wanted to see.

The geisha staying here will only hinder his search.

After confirming that no one was around, the Scribe quickly approached the room and began to observe.

Based on where the towel fell and the direction the noodles were spilled, Zenitsu was likely taken away after being ambushed from behind.

Moreover, there were no signs of a struggle around, indicating that the whole process was completed in a very short time.

"Did it go through the ceiling?"

Looking up at the ceiling, Scribe didn't find any traces.

This room is different from the previous one; there isn't such a large gap.

Looking around, the Scribe finally fixed his gaze on a certain spot on the ground.

He took a few steps forward and then stomped his foot on the ground.

"Hollow?"

With a frown, the Scribe then bent down and pressed his ear to the ground.

"There's a sound of wind."

Upon hearing the howling wind below, the Scribe clenched his right fist and slammed it down.

With a loud bang, the Scribe smashed a large hole in the floor.

"Something's definitely fishy!"

After waving his hand to dispel the smoke, Scribe looked at the large hole in front of him and smiled coldly.

On what should have been a flat surface, a hole about the size of three fingers has somehow appeared.

Although it looked somewhat like a burrow dug by some animal to hibernate, the Scribe knew that it was definitely not.

What animal would choose such a place to dig such a smooth hole?

Moreover, he also smelled a faint scent of blood.

Grab a handful of soil and sniff it lightly.

The smell of blood in his nasal cavity grew stronger, and Scribe was certain.

"Zenitsu has been taken away."

Meanwhile, the geisha had found the boss and told him about Zenitsu's disappearance.

"Gone?"

Upon hearing the geisha's words, the shop owner paused for a moment, then asked in confusion.

"Which Zenko are you referring to?"

"Yes, that's the blond kid, he just arrived a few days ago."

Hearing the boss's doubts, the geisha quickly explained to him.

"She had been knocked unconscious before, so I arranged for a few children to take her to lie down and rest."

"That's great."

"That's how it was supposed to be, but I just went to look for it with a gentleman, and we couldn't find it."

The boss frowned, then waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to continue.

"No need, no need to look for it anymore."

"Just consider it a case of her withdrawing her money; it has nothing to do with me."

"They've already escaped, so let's ignore them!"

The geisha wanted to say something more, but was shouted at by the boss.

"Can't you just shut up and get out of here!"

With a scream, the geisha quickly hid behind the door.

"I told you, don't mention Zenko again, and tell everyone else not to talk about this either!"

The boss angrily shook his hand and then turned his head away.

"That's it, you may leave."

"Yes, boss, I understand."

As she spoke, the geisha covered her mouth and trembled as she prepared to leave.

Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

Looking up, the geisha saw the Scribe's face.

"Sir, you..."

"No need to say anything, I know."

Scribe patted her on the shoulder and then went into the room.

"Boss, I have something to tell you."

While the Scribe and the boss were chatting, two other people were talking on the rooftop outside.

"So I say!"

"There are ghosts over there!"

While gesturing a terrifying image with his hands, Inosuke shouted.

"Like this, all bared and claws."

Tanjiro's lips twitched as he watched Inosuke mimic the movements of a tiger.

"Uh, no, wait a minute..."

"Um, that, that's..."

Seeing that Tanjiro didn't understand what he meant, Inosuke's face showed a hint of disdain.

"Gomphrena, why can't you understand?"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to resemble a pigeon.

"Is this how it is? Do you understand?"

"Uh, not that."

Tanjiro wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Mr. Uzui Zenitsu should be arriving soon, and our regular contact will begin, so..."

"Don't worry about that!"

Making an eagle-like face, Inosuke exaggeratedly said.

"That's it, I see it very clearly."

Seeing that the other party wouldn't listen to what he was saying, Tanjiro had no choice but to reply with a few words.

"Yes, you're right."

Just as they were chatting, two figures appeared beside them.

Zenitsu won't be coming.

Suddenly hearing someone speak, Tanjiro and Inosuke but shiver.

"Mister Scribe, don't scare me."

Patting his chest, Tanjiro then asked.

"What do you mean by Zenitsu not coming?"

Compared to Tanjiro, Inosuke's focus is quite novel.

After glancing at Tengen Uzui behind Scribe, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This guy's got some skills."

"There was absolutely no sound, not even a ripple in the wind."

Upon hearing Tanjiro's words, the Scribe sighed.

Zenitsu has disappeared.

"Or rather, they were arrested."

At this point, Tengen Uzui added a sentence.

"I guess I've hurt you all."

"I've made several misjudgments because I was trying to save my wife."

"This has led to the current situation becoming increasingly unfavorable for us."

With his back to Tanjiro and the other man, Tengen's voice turned somewhat cold.

"You should leave Entertainment District now; your rank is too low."

"The demons here must be Upper Rank; you simply cannot handle them."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe laughed heartily.

"Don't panic."

As he spoke, he grabbed Tanjiro and said.

"Don't let this kid's frail appearance fool you, he's a Geng-level player now."

Upon Scribe this, it wasn't Tengen Uzui who first raised a question, but rather Tanjiro was taken aback.

"Aren't we at the Gui level?"

"That was so long ago."

As he answered Tanjiro, Inosuke extended his right fist.

"Display level".

As his muscles moved, a faint word "geng" appeared on the back of his hand.

"Look closely, our level has already increased quite a bit."

Tanjiro looked at the words on Inosuke with a face full of confusion.

"What's that?"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Scribe had no choice but to explain.

"These characters are patterns that emerge through speech and the expansion of muscles."

"To be precise, it is a special technique called Wisteria Carving."

"In a way, you could say it's the mark of the Demon Slayer Corps."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to glance at Tengen Uzui.

Nodding, Tengen Uzui said calmly.

"I had this before, and it can only be removed after becoming a pillar."

Getting back to the topic, the Scribe continued.

"In my opinion, your marks were probably made by the logistics unit's hidden members on Mount Fuji."

Tanjiro scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Although I vaguely remember being gestured at, I was too tired at the time, so..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Scribe sighed.