The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 555: Exorcist and Curse
It was already noon. Qian Xiaoyi yawned, got up with a dizzy head, and said to himself, "This kind of dream is really bad for my brain."

The quality of his sleep was extremely poor. He had an illusion of time and space dislocation, as if he had slept for several days. It took him a while to adjust.

"Brother Zhang said that after Jingde helped him with the tattoo and introduced him to the Dao Chuan Society, he disappeared..." Qian Xiaoyi touched his chin and thought to himself, "So Jingde was able to get in touch with the Japanese. It should be the credit of Yamada in the car on the day when Brother Zhang was ambushed, but..."

Zhang Chunfa did investigate Mr. Yamada after the incident, but the person named Yamada in the business delegation did not match the Yamada he knew, which means that the person was using a pseudonym.

But this is normal. The purpose of the business delegation going to Hong Kong was not very legitimate. Many transactions could only be conducted privately. It was common for people sent by some large companies to use pseudonyms to disguise themselves.

Qian Xiaoyi originally wanted to find Zhang Chunfa to inquire about the person who brought him to Japan, but he received a reply saying that the person was just a senior executive of a medium-sized enterprise and had died several years ago.

"Inspection team...information about the business inspection team..." Qian Xiaoyi was walking around in the office. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of a person from his messy memories.

The next day, Qian Xiaoyi came to President Fuji's office.

If you don't remember who he is, the owner of the haunted mansion that Qian Xiaoyi had visited before was this President Fuji. Qian Xiaoyi still clearly remembers that guy had a whole wall of funerary objects, and he also carried a jade plug used to plug the dead's buttocks with him, and soaked it in water and drank it every day...

The most crucial information was that Qian Xiaoyi remembered that President Fuji said that those things were bought by his father when he went abroad more than 20 years ago. Those funerary objects were obviously spread from China, and with the time factor of more than 20 years ago, Qian Xiaoyi called President Fuji to ask about it with a try mentality.

Unexpectedly, after just asking casually, it turned out that the president's father was actually a member of the business inspection team that year, so Qian Xiaoyi came to visit.

The second time he came to this luxurious and tacky office, it was still as magnificent as before, but Qian Xiaoyi found that the funerary objects that were previously placed there had disappeared, and only some bottles and jars of ordinary workmanship were left there. It seemed that after Qian Xiaoyi's reminder, President Fuji asked someone to take a look, and he finally found that those funerary objects were not suitable to be placed in the office.

"Excuse me for bothering you, President Fuji." Qian Xiaoyi looked around and said teasingly, "It seems that the decoration of your office has changed a little~"

President Fuji sighed and said, "Yes, if it weren't for your reminder, Mr. Qian, I would have foolishly kept the style of my father's office... Who would have known that he was actually deceived? He even boasted to me that this was an antique he bought from Hong Kong at a very affordable price, and he was very proud of it."

"Antiques are indeed antiques, but they are not for living people." Qian Xiaoyi suppressed his laughter and asked, "President Fuji, you said on the phone that your father once participated in a business delegation to Hong Kong more than 25 years ago. I want to confirm, is it years ago? Besides him, who else was there?"

President Fuji thought for a while and said, "It seems to be that time, but I was still young at that time and didn't participate much in the company's affairs... Wait, I remember that in addition to those relics, he also left a group photo. I'll find it for you."

President Fujiyoshi did not dare to neglect this young exorcist who helped him solve the problem of the mansion and had a good relationship with Lord Ashiya.

He searched through all the drawers in the office and finally found a photo at the bottom of the drawer.

"Got it!" President Fuji wiped the sweat off his forehead and handed the photo to Qian Xiaoyi.

This photo is a group photo of dozens of people. The color of the photo has turned yellow, but it is still clear. Qian Xiaoyi took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the photo, thanked President Fuji, and then left.

I sent the photo to Zhang Chunfa, and a few minutes later, Zhang Chunfa replied: "I saw Yamada, he is the third from the left in the first row."

Qian Xiaoyi enlarged the photo, looked at the face carefully, looked at it intently, and smiled.

"I found you, Yamada... No, I should say..." Qian Xiaoyi murmured, "President Nanajo."

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Masato Shichijo has been having a hard time lately.

After the Lai Shan Chenggong incident, he was in high spirits for a while. During that time, the entire consortium hailed him as a savior, and even social reports praised him highly because he was the one who exposed Lai Shan Chenggong's dirty secrets, rescued the artists in the Starlight Agency, and also uncovered a series of bigwigs involved in the incident. It can be said that during this period, he was synonymous with justice.

But Nanajo Masato knew that this was only because he stood at the commanding heights of secular morality. At the forefront of public opinion, no one dared to disobey him, otherwise they would be regarded as accomplices, so he would be able to succeed in everything he did.

However, after the storm passed, people's attention was attracted by other news and they were no longer concerned about this matter. At this time, he finally felt the resistance of reality. Although it did not make him unable to move forward, it made him extremely uncomfortable. Those people pretended to obey him but were secretly disobeying him. They were respectful on the surface, but they always left traps in the dark, waiting for him to step into them, making him anxious.

Shichijo Masato had a feeling that everyone treated him as a useless mascot! Even Oshin, the man his grandfather sent to help him run the company, was the same.

His grandfather's health has been getting worse recently and he can't stay at work for a long time, so he handed over all the things on hand to Ashin.

The other party was obviously just like everyone else, unwilling to carry out his orders to the end, which resulted in him always being obstructed when he wanted to check some departments. This made him very annoyed, and he even had several big fights with Ashin.

This time, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and went straight to the old house, wanting to sue Ashin directly!
"Grandpa, you don't know how Grandpa Axin cooperates with me!" Nanajo Masato said angrily, "He didn't do anything I asked him to do. I think he has been bought by those departments! Is the consortium still ours? Those departments are out of our control! If we don't take advantage of the victory now, we may not have a chance to dig out the termites hiding in the consortium!"

"Xiao Zheng, you are still too anxious." Nanajo Hiroshi said with a smile: "Axin naturally has his reasons for doing that. I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you couldn't accept the fact. Don't worry, he has been with me for so many years, I trust him very much... cough cough cough..."

"Master Bozhi, the medicine is here." Ashin walked in holding a bowl of black Chinese medicine.

Nanajo Masato looked at the old guy with extreme distrust.

"Let's talk later, I'll drink the medicine first..." Nanajo Hiroshi took the bowl weakly, and then gulped down the bowl of medicine.

"It's so bitter... It would be better if I had some wine to rinse my mouth." He wiped his mouth and continued, "Did you hear what I just said? In order for the consortium to continue to develop, you must work together well and not quarrel among yourself and make a fool of yourself. You, too, Ah Xin. Xiao Zheng is still young and it is normal for him to lack some experience. You have to... um?"

Shichijo Masato saw that his grandfather hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly covered his chest and his face turned red. He quickly stood up and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?"

"Puff!" A black, smelly liquid spurted out of Nanajyo Hiroshi's mouth and splashed all over Nanajyo Masato. The smell of blood and Chinese medicine mixed together, which was very unpleasant.

"grandfather!"

"Master Hiroshi! Doctor! Call the doctor here quickly!"

In the hospital bathroom, after struggling for a long time, Hiroshi Nanajo was sent to the intensive care unit and fell into a coma.

After being told that visitors were not allowed, Shichijo Masato went to the bathroom to wash his face. The fishy smell was still lingering on his body, and even a lot of it was on his skin, but he didn't have time to change his clothes or wash.

"Master Ashin...did you do this?" Shichijo Masato leaned against the sink, looked down at the pool, and slowly clenched his fists.

At this moment, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell down.

Nanajo Masato raised his head with difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror. Wisps of black air were emanating from his body, slowly wriggling, especially in those places where blood was splashed, the black air was particularly thick.

"Curse..." Masato Shichijo muttered.

(End of this chapter)