Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 126 Past
Shinmura Jing sat on the ground, his face pale with fear. He quickly picked up the broken photos and portraits on the ground and crawled and ran back to the apartment.

The door closed with a bang.

He slowly sat down with his back against the door, breathing heavily, his heart still beating wildly.

It was unknown how long it took before she slowly calmed down from the shock.

The sweat on her head dripped onto the still purple and swollen arc. The salt on the sweat touched the wound, and the sting made her slightly sober.

He took out his cell phone with trembling hands and called Fei Guangying.

At this moment, Principal Fei Guangying was staring blankly at the various photos and honorary awards on the wall in her office.

Over the years, countless celebrities from home and abroad have visited Tokyo Women's University.

Fei Guangying was always dressed appropriately and accompanied by her, with a graceful and proud smile on her face.

The various honorary awards on the wall bear witness to the glory of Tokyo Women's University.

How can I let all this disappear?
No.

Never allowed.

No matter what, I have to keep all of this.

No matter how much humiliation I suffer later, I have to endure it.

She looked down at her bust, which had changed to purple.

Even the thong was changed to the same purple lace.

how?

Can't you dress so sexy without a man inside?
I insist on wearing it.

The phone on the table rang, and Sakura Kimitsu picked it up. It was Akira Niimura.

She still has the nerve to call herself.

I don't know when the relationship between them became distant, but Shinmura Jing still falsely accused me of murder.

Fei Guangying hesitated for a long time, but finally answered the phone.

"Hello, ha." Shinmura Jing was breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

"Speak." Fei Guangying said coldly.

"She's back." Shinmura Jing said in horror.

"Who?" Fei Guangying frowned.

"Fufu Yuancaizi, she's back."

"Heh." Fei Guangying sneered: "Ximura Jing, what are you doing? You did so many tricks behind my back, what are you doing now? Are you trying to scare me?"

"I'm not scaring you, Sakura Kigumi, look at the message." said Jing Shinmura.

hang up the phone.

Fei Guangying opened the message picture, and a broken portrait appeared in the picture.

A short, plump woman, smiling kindly.

Fuyuan rapeseed.

"Pah." Sakura Hibiki's phone fell to the ground.

When they broke up, Tomigen Nako insisted on taking away all the photos of herself.

And Sakura Kimitsu, Akira Niimura, and the deceased Yuko Shiratori watched as Naoko Tomigen cut up the group photos that she had kept with Akira Niimura one by one.

Isn’t Fuyuan Caizi already dead?
So where did this incomplete photo come from?

"See? I didn't lie to you." Shinmura Jing called again.

"Where did you get this?" Fei Guangying took a deep breath.

"She's back at the door of my house," said Jing Xincun.

"You wait at my house, I'll come over." said Fei Guangying.

Shinmura Akira's apartment was originally not far from Tokyo Women's University.

Arriving at the door of Shinmura Jing's house, Sakura Kimitsu rang the doorbell.

Shinmura Jing opened the door and took out a pair of slippers.

Fei Guangying looked at the slippers she once was familiar with, feeling some complicated emotions in her heart.

The two looked at each other.

"What's going on here?" Sakura Kiyoshi looked at the mess in Shinmura Jing's apartment.

European carved bed.

A mess of power tools were sorted out and put together.

Among them are some that I am familiar with.

Sakura Himegari blushed.

"He's been here." Shinmura Jing blushed.

"Mr. Fang Zuo?" Fei Guangying looked at the purple swelling on Xincun Jing's collar and the bruises on his thighs and laughed, "It seems he fed you very well."

"Very full, why, haven't you tried it?" Shinmura Jing said with a smile: "You don't know how full he is..."

"That's enough. I didn't. I'm not like you."

"Really?" Shinmura Jing took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, and said as he poured the wine, "Fei Guangying, who are you? I don't know. Your appetite is not much smaller than mine. I have always had it."

"Enough, let's get down to business." Fei Guangying picked up the wine glass and shook it. The pearl necklace on her neck made her face look extremely dignified.

Shinmura Jing sneered at Sakura Kikou opposite her. This woman was just like that, even more hungry than herself.

But every time he pretends to be the president of Tokyo Women's University.

I have a big appetite, but I'm not as hypocritical as her.

"Who do you think put this photo on your doorstep?" asked Sakura Hibiki.

"How should I know? My first reaction was that she was back." Shinmura Jing was still frightened when she thought of the frightening scene.

"Impossible, she's dead, how could she come back?" Fei Guangying shook her head.

"I know it's impossible, but her death has something to do with us after all." Shinmura Jing sighed.

"Let's not scare ourselves." Fei Guangying took a sip of wine and said, "She seems to have a younger brother, right?"

"Yes, I heard Tomigen Nako mention it, but we've never seen it either. Besides, how could her brother have this photo?"

"What if it came from an inheritance?"

"Even if he's her brother, why would he come to scare me?" Shinmura Jing frowned, "Why not scare you?"

"Anyway, you should be more careful these days." Fei Guangying said: "If it doesn't work, call the police first."

"What's the point of calling the police based on just a photo?" Shinmura Jing shook his head. "You should also be more careful."

Sakura Kimitsu and Akira Niimura looked at each other.

They all fell silent.

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Inside the Tokyo TV Tower annex building.

After much deliberation, Keiko Minamikawa still failed to broadcast the withdrawn black money political report online.

but.

She took photos of the report and skillfully sent them to some other media outlets.

As for what consequences it might cause, she couldn't control it.

From the first day of studying journalism, her dream was to become a real news warrior.

Just like those predecessors, bravely expose the dirty side of society.

But in the end she still became the most beautiful leading actress.

Between reality and ideal, she chose the middle one.

After finishing her report, Keiko Minamikawa came to the camera surveillance area of ​​Tokyo TV.

Carrying several batches of luxurious cakes and various gifts given to her by her suitors.

"Hi! Uncles, thank you for your hard work." Jingzi Minamikawa greeted several uncles in the monitoring room warmly.

Then distribute these luxurious cakes and gifts to everyone.

"Still no news from him today?" asked Keiko Minamikawa, looking at the camera monitoring him on Tokyo TV.

"No, Miss Minamikawa Jingzi." One of the uncles shook his head and said, "We are all watching the surveillance very carefully."

"That man came for many days and never came again."

The other uncle also sighed.

What a nice girl! She has been so nice to everyone since the first day she joined the TV station.

I finally fell in love with someone, but this is the result.

Keiko Minamikawa bowed disappointedly to the uncles in the monitoring room to express her gratitude.

"Where on earth did he go? Why did he suddenly disappear?"

Keiko Minamikawa took out her cell phone and looked at the message she had sent many days ago.

She had to use a lot of connections to get his phone number from the security team.

Sent a message [Are you there?]

The other party did not reply.

Maybe he looked at the strange text message and thought someone had sent it by mistake.

But in the end, I didn't have the courage to say a few more words.

Will I never see that man again?

Minamikawa Keiko sighed.

The man that Minamikawa Keiko was thinking about had already arrived in front of a small Taoist temple in Iwaki City, Fukushima. It only takes an hour to get there by Shinkansen from Tokyo.
This Taoist temple is not big, but it is surrounded by cherry trees.

It is obvious that the building is quite old, and it must be a historical monument.

Although the cherry blossom season has passed, the area is still covered with lush green leaves, giving it a somewhat otherworldly feel.

Fang Zuo strolled into the Taoist temple.

A Japanese man in a Taoist robe came up and looked at Fang Zuo with a little surprise.

Although the techniques of Japanese Onmyoji are derived from Taoism, there are not many people who believe in Taoism.

Not to mention ordinary people, almost no one sets foot here.

But as soon as this person walked in today, host Hayashima Myoyu discovered that the other person was not an ordinary person.

It walks like a dragon and gaits like a tiger, with a vague and indescribable feeling.

"Quanzhen?" Fang Zuo asked, looking at the Taoist's bun in front of him.

"Yes, please ask," the man interrupted Hayashima Myoyu before he finished speaking.

"Which Quanzhen sect?"

Hayashima Myori listened to the other party's somewhat impolite questions, but did not dare to be negligent at all.

"He is the fourteenth generation successor of the Longmen School of Taoism."

Fang Zuo frowned, Longmen Sect?
"Has it ever been granted the seal by the Successor Han Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Hayashima Myojo nodded and said, "Yes, may I ask which sect you are from?"

Fang pointed his left hand, and a ray of spiritual light rushed into Hayashima Myori's spiritual platform.

"It's you, senior." Hayashima Myojin kowtowed quickly.

"Get up." Fang Zuo ignored him and walked towards the Sanqing Temple.

Hayashima Myojou hurriedly followed behind.

Coming to the incense burner in front of the Sanqing Temple, Fang Zuo lit a stick of incense, kowtowed, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

I saw a thick stream of incense coming out of the incense burner, flying into the air, circling, but still reluctant to enter the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

After waiting for a long time, it couldn't find its target and disappeared.

Fang Zuo had no expression on his face.

But there was a huge wave in my heart.

Could it be that the Three Pure Ones and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have given up on Japan?
Absolutely not.

There is no discrimination in education, so how could a god dislike having too many believers?

Moreover, although this Taoist temple is small, Hayashima Myori is extremely pious.

How could we possibly abandon devout believers?

Not to mention Sensoji Temple and Jozoji Temple in Tokyo, where the incense is both pure and prosperous, so this is absolutely not the case.

Fang Zuo looked at the statue of the Three Pure Ones. Several spots of gold had fallen off, making it look a little mottled.

Without the influence of incense, the gods naturally cannot maintain their golden bodies.

"Why didn't you ask someone to repair it?" Fang Zuo asked Hayashima Myori who was following behind him.

"Replying to the senior, we often ask craftsmen to repair it, but it falls off again after a while." Hayashima Myojin said respectfully.

“When did this situation start?”

"According to the master, it started when the temple was first built a hundred years ago."

Fang Zuo nodded.

This means that the statues here have not been worshipped since the temple was built a hundred years ago.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Fang Zuo noticed that Hayashima Myori was limping when he walked.

"I have some problems with my legs as I get older, probably due to the condition I developed when I was young." Hayashima Myori sighed as he looked at his right leg.

Fang Zuo waved his hand gently and said, "Let's go and see."

Hayashima Myori only felt a warm current flowing into his legs. He took a few tentative steps and suddenly became very brisk.

"Thank you very much, senior. Thank you very much, senior." Hayashima Myozu excitedly knelt down and kowtowed.

When I looked up, the senior had disappeared.

Hayashima Myozu never saw this senior again after that.

Even in his 90s, he could still run and jump as well as a young person.

Fang Zuo was already thinking about this matter slowly on the Shinkansen.

I can't figure out why this is happening.

Fang Zuo suddenly thought, could it be related to the person who came back?
He immediately shook his head, saying the time didn't match.

According to Hayashima Myozu, this was already the case a hundred years ago.

Or maybe it was also a trap set by that Taoist senior?

Fang Zuo rejected this idea again.

At my current level, I can't figure it out and I can't do it.

Even that Taoist senior couldn't do it.

In such a huge island country, all the statues of gods no longer accept incense from believers. No one can do such a thing except the Three Pure Ones and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas themselves.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and refined the looted incense. It was not enough to form a small world, but if he did it a few more times, he would be almost able to enter the barrier of incense.

After getting off the Shinkansen and leaving the station.

Fang Zuo went to Xinrong Planning.

No one is empty.

Only those two-dimensional short-eared girls are there.

They chattered and introduced their recent achievements to Fang Zuo.

The supermarket space on the basement floor has been almost cleaned up and renovated. As long as we negotiate with the agent, the goods can be put into storage soon.

The cat girl sisters and Ayaka Kawakita went to the Donki Supermarket headquarters to discuss the agency matters.

It seems that these are quite capable.

Fang Zuo touched his chin and looked down on them.

Just when Fang Zuo was about to return to Tokyo Women's University, Yingkong Kurumi sent a message.

Another murder occurred, this time some distance away from Tokyo Women's University.

The similarity is that it is still in a church.

It happened to be in Shinjuku.

Full Gospel Tokyo Church.

When Fang Zuo arrived here, he found another Catholic church.

There was only one fatality.

Priest of the church.

Fang Zuo pulled open the police cordon and arrived at the crime scene.

At the feet of the Virgin Mary, a priest lay in a pool of dried blood.

"The church was undergoing maintenance and repairs, so it had been closed for several days. Believers noticed that it had not been open for a long time, and it was later discovered by a manager."

"The deceased was a priest, a registered member of this Catholic church, who had returned from the United States."

A policeman nearby came up and told some details of the case.

Fang Zuo looked at the dead priest.

The wound was caused by a slashing knife, which caused death directly.

The knife marks were extremely random, as if the knife knew he was going to die, so it just casually chopped him off and left.

Like the previous batch of deceased people, they returned from the United States.

The common points of these deceased people were that they came back from America and were Catholics.

Looking at the long knife mark, Fang Zuo easily recalled the samurai sword in Momoki Kanonna's hand.

Could it be that he met the beautiful Lady Hachishaki who was wearing white lace stockings and a top hat that night?

And Momoki Kanonai went to another place and killed the priest?
Before Fang Zuo could figure out what was going on, the phone rang.

Fang Zuo picked up the phone and saw that it was Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely calls himself, and he always shares the trivial joys of life.

The phone call must be about something important.

Fang Zuo answered the phone.

"Nu Nu is back, come back soon, I miss you so much."

Fang Zuo hung up the phone and turned to leave.

"Officer, where are you going?" The police officer next to him was stunned.

"Just deal with it casually." Fang Zuo waved his hand. He didn't have time to deal with this matter.

Arrived at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

The living room was empty.

Fang Zuo came to the second floor.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was leaning against the door frame with her little head out, smiling brightly.

His eyes were like drawn threads, and the meaning of the corners of his mouth was self-evident.

A pair of increasingly elastic and plump behemoths were shaking unwillingly, trying to steal the charm and beauty of their owner.

(End of this chapter)