Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 151 Confrontation

Chapter 151 Confrontation
Feng Dielian screamed loudly, and finally could not hold on any longer, and all her spiritual power was exhausted.

The spiritual power was cut off and there was no power to continue.

The blue spiritual power shield shattered with a 'bang' and scattered in all directions.

Countless cherry flames gathered together and swept towards her.

Feng Dielian closed her beautiful eyes tightly, showing a look of relief, waiting for death to come.

But what he waited for was not the expected scorching heat of the flames.

But my limbs suddenly tightened.

Feng Dielian opened her eyes and saw that countless cherry flames had transformed into cherry vines, entwining her limbs.

"Yingkong Kurumi, what do you want to do?" Feng Dielian struggled angrily.

Her legs were stretched to the extreme by the vines, which made her very scared.

With rapid breathing, the buttocks were clamped together.

"Tsk tsk." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile: "Captain Feng Dielian, you came to me so late, you don't want to arrest me alone, do you, a lone hero?"

"Oh no, the lone policewoman?" Yingkong Kurumi admired herself. It seemed that after being with that man for a long time, even her words became much sharper.

Feng Dielian gritted her teeth and blurted out a few words: "Yingkong Kurumi, kill me if you have the guts."

"Kill you? Captain Feng Dielian." Yingkong Kurumi looked him up and down and suddenly noticed something.

Feng Dielian's skin is not the snow-white type.

There is a small tattoo above the tail of the honey hip vertebrae.

Yingkong Kurumi's eyes narrowed, and she walked closer.

Looked carefully and looked again.

Then he walked behind Feng Dielian.

"What are you going to do!" Feng Dielian's angry voice trembled slightly.

Yingkong Kurumi didn't answer, but looked at the small tattoo outlined with two or three strokes above the buttock groove.

It's only the size of a thumb, but the tattoo is very delicate.

Like the shape of a mountain.

This is the mark of the ninja.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.
Yingkong Kurumi searched her memory and her eyes lit up.

There are many people hiding in the mountains!
The ninja tribe and mountain stalkers of Kagoshima, Kyushu.

"You are actually a ninja from the Ashiya clan of Kyushu, one of the Yama-shunshu?" Sakura Kurumi took a few more photos of the tattoo's details:

"When did your Ashiya family sneak into Kanto and even enter the Tokyo government police department?"

"How audacious! What do you, the Ashiya family, want to do? To disrupt Tokyo?"

"Kill me." Feng Dielian struggled with her limbs and said through gritted teeth, "Kill me if you dare."

"What? You really want me to kill you? Kill you and then I'll have the additional charge of killing a police officer?" Sakura Kurumi said with a smile, "And in this Shinto Meiji Shrine? In such an important place."

"What are you planning? Are you trying to stir up conflict between Shintoism and the government?"

"It seems that this is the reason why you came to see me tonight, Captain Feng Dielian."

"Kill me, or be killed by me."

"No matter what, one of us will die in Meiji Jingu Shrine."

"In this case, no matter which of the two high-ranking government and police officials died in the Meiji Palace, Shintoism will never be able to wipe the slate clean."

"What's more, I also have an important identity as a Shinto goddess, right? Captain Feng Dielian."

Feng Dielian kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything, just stared at Yingkong Kurumi with her beautiful eyes.

"Why are you staring at me? It's so scary. What's the matter? Life is so precious, why do you want to die so badly?"

"Humph, do you know how precious life is? How do you know I want to die so badly?" Feng Dielian sneered and said, "If you don't dare to kill me, then let me go quickly."

"I will let you go. Don't worry. I will let you go right now, Captain Feng Dielian." Yingkong Kurumi reached out her lower hand to support Feng Dielian's chin and shook her head: "Don't wear leather jackets in the future. You're not as plump as me."

"And imitate me and wear a black leather jacket."

Yingkong Kurumi retracted her little hand and waved it.

The cherry blossom vines disappeared, and Feng Dielian's arms dropped down.

"Very good, I hope you don't run away." Feng Dielian said gritting her teeth:
"Then I will wait for Deputy Yingkong Kurumi in the Supervisory Committee's office. When the time comes in the interrogation room, I will treat Deputy Yingkong Kurumi well."

"Just like you did to me."

Feng Dielian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi coldly and slowly backed away.

"Don't worry, you'll never have this chance." Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes: "But you should be careful, don't fall into my hands next time."

Yingkong Kurumi looked at Feng Dielian who was retreating and raised her cell phone and shook it.

Feng Dielian didn't say anything and disappeared at the edge of the wall.

Kyushu Island.

The Ashiya family.

There are many people hiding in the mountains.

Yingkong Kurumi frowned.

It seems that the water in Tokyo is becoming increasingly muddy.

But what does it matter? As long as I have that bad guy, that's enough.

Come to think of it, my behavior and speaking style are becoming more and more like that bad guy.

Is this what he meant by "marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog"?

Yingsora Kurumi was swiping at the photo she had just taken, wondering whether to send it to that bad guy.

No more sending.

Humph, who told him not to reply to the video call? He clearly promised to come, but it doesn’t count.

A bad guy who doesn't count.

Sakura Kurumi walked back to the bedroom and looked at the time on her phone.

I was full of questions, wondering why no one had come to see me yet.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Your Excellency, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Hiroshi Kojima, has arrived at Meiji Jingu Shrine, accompanied by members of the Spiritual Opposition Council."

finally come.

Sakura Kurumi opened the door and a priest in white bowed slightly, "They are in the conference room. Minister of Internal Affairs Hiroshi Kojima has requested that you go see him. The chief priest, Grand Master Tomohiko, is in talks with them."

"He told me to tell Her Excellency the Goddess that you can leave the Meiji Shrine from the back at any time, or you can go to see the Minister of the Interior. It's all up to you."

"Whatever you want."

Sakura Kurumi nodded: "I'll go meet them right away."

Inside the reception room of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima and the bald old man from the Reiki Dissent Association knelt on the tatami.

Opposite them was the great priest Tomohiko.

"Why hasn't Deputy Director Kurumi Sakura arrived yet?" Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima checked his watch. "Prince Chief Tomohiko, please be aware of the current situation."

"The government and Shintoism cannot afford to clash again, as the government's debt crisis is worsening."

"Tokyo as a whole, and even Japan as a whole, cannot withstand a few major strikes and marches."

"I hope you will hand over Yingkong Kurumi and not resist the law enforcement of the government police department."

The great priest Tomohiko smiled and said, "Mr. Kojima, please do not scare me with the collapse of the government, and do not scare Shintoism with the collapse of Japan."

"Shintoism has a history of 1700 years, has witnessed the rise and fall of many shogunates, and has come into contact with many governments."

"To you, this may be the collapse of the world, but to us, it is just a fragment of history, like a splash in the ocean, without causing a single ripple."

"Whether the goddess comes to see you or not is entirely up to her. As for whether she murdered Takeda Taifu or not, we don't care about that."

"We only know that Her Excellency, Sakura Kurumi, is a good child and a devout believer."

"Your Excellency," Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima said sincerely, "Even if you don't care about the government's bankruptcy, you should at least care about the many believers in your island nation."

"You don't want them to live in economic decline. I hope you can consider the people more."

"Also, Shintoism has survived for thousands of years, but it's also in crisis now, right? I don't need to explain this, right?"

Lord Tomohiko was silent for a while, and surprisingly did not mock Kojima Hiroshi.

This Home Minister, who came from a commoner background, served three presidents and did a lot of practical things for the Japanese people.

When I first met him, his hair was still black, but now it's completely white. It's a pity that his ability alone can't save Japan's declining economy.

Moreover, what he said was indeed true.

After 1700 years of Shintoism, the Kingdom of God encountered its greatest crisis.

"Can I meet Deputy Director Kurumi Sakura? I have high hopes for her and I believe she is not the murderer," said Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima.

"I still say the same thing, everything depends on the goddess herself." Otomo Hiko Palace Master shook his head.

Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima frowned deeply.

We can only hold hope for Yingsora Kurumi, hoping that she will have some political acumen and responsibility at this time, and be able to step forward and face it instead of avoiding it.

At this moment, a call made Hiroshi Kojima smile happily.

"Your Excellency, Minister." Yingkong Kurumi shouted at the door of the conference room.

"Please take a seat, Deputy Director Sakura Sora Kurumi," Kojima Hiroshi said, turning to the chief priest Dai Tomohiko. "Can I speak to her alone?"

At Kojima Hiroshi's request, he and Sakura Kurumi were alone in the conference room.

"Speak your mind." Kojima Hiroshi smiled warmly. "Deputy Director Sakura Sora Kurumi, personally, I absolutely do not believe you killed Director Takeda Taifu."

"You can say whatever you want to say. If you did it, I believe there are some reasons. I will also hire the best lawyer to help you."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Yingkong Kurumi nodded and said, "What I want to say is that this matter has nothing to do with me. It is purely a false accusation."

"In my opinion, this matter is not only directed at me, but also at Shintoism, and even aimed at attacking the Japanese government, or even disrupting the entire island nation."

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima had a serious expression on his face as he listened to Sakura Kurumi's slow narration, nodding continuously.

"Are you saying that all this was a plot by the Ashiya family, who were expelled from Kyushu by the Onmyoji family? Do they want to gain more power in the Tokyo government?"

"Do you even hope to cause a conflict between Shintoism and the government? To cause the collapse of Japan and chaos in the island nation?"

Kojima Hiroshi frowned and asked, "Where did you get the information about which people in the government belong to the Kyushu Ashiya family?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kojima, I can't reveal the source to protect my informant. This is all I know, and I don't know who they are." Yingkong Kurumi concealed Feng Dielian's identity and said:

"I can only say that there is a big conspiracy behind all of this, and it's not just to get me out of this important position."

"You make a lot of sense, Deputy Sakura Kurumi. I once thought you hid in Meiji Jingu and refused arrest because you weren't politically astute enough, but I was wrong."

"You're doing the right thing, and you've successfully verified my judgment." Kojima Hiroshi's face showed approval. "I wasn't wrong about you. Just like I said at your promotion reception, there's definitely a place for you as future Minister of Defense. With your growth, I'd be very relieved if the Defense Force was in your hands."

"So, you have evidence to overturn the conviction of the Supervisory Committee?"

"Of course, I will go to the Supervisory Committee to surrender myself later." Yingsora Kurumi stood up and said with a smile.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Kojima Yufu also stood up: "What do you need me to do?"

"I only ask that a few people from higher up be present to prevent them from tampering with the evidence I provide."

"Don't worry," said Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima. "I will go with you personally, and members of the Spiritual Opposition Council will also be present."

"They won't cause any trouble, I promise."

"I'm very relieved about your growth, Deputy Sakura Sora Kurumi."

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"So, you failed?"

"You can't even kill yourself?"

'Snapped. '

A loud slap hit Feng Dielian's little face.

"I'm sorry, please punish me." Feng Dielian had blood at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't dare to look at the other person and could only lower her head in fear.

Ashiya Dosan took a deep breath and put his hands back into the sleeves of his Onmyoji robe.

"Then quickly apply for an arrest warrant, and at the same time, spread the word that Shintoism is stubbornly protecting the murderer, and the government is weak and incompetent, allowing the murderer to escape. I want to see a mob storming the Meiji Shrine tonight.

"Hi!" Feng Dielian and a follower next to her said at the same time.

At this time, Feng Dielian's cell phone rang.

Feng Dielian looked at Ashiya Dosan and asked for instructions.

After seeing him nod, I dared to pick up the phone and answer the call.

After listening to the subordinate's narration on the phone, Feng Dielian hung up the phone and raised her head in surprise.

"What happened?" Ashiya Dosan asked when he saw that his expression was wrong.

"The Supervisory Committee just called and said Sakura Kurumi is here."

"What?" Ashiya Dosan was stunned. He did not expect that Sakura Kurumi would come out of Meiji Jingu.

Now things don't seem to be progressing in the direction he expected, and they have deviated a bit.

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Momoki Kanonai was crawling on the tatami, her shoulders shaking from time to time.

Sad and wronged.

The mood is extremely complicated.

But the crying sound became quieter and quieter.

Fang Zuo stroked Taomu Xiangzhinai's smooth and shiny back.

Feeling the delicateness of her skin.

Under comfort.

Momoki Kanona finally stopped crying.

Then came a soft snore.

I was too tired and fell asleep in sadness.

The moment I fell asleep, my little world was instantly shattered.

Fang Zuo's field of view changes.

Back to a warmly decorated bedroom.

The house is filled with cute dolls and furry things everywhere.

It was exactly Momoki Kanona's dormitory.

At this moment, she was sleeping soundly.

The petite body was clad in a light yellow bra with tiny black spots on it.

Extremely cute.

Revealing her snow-white arms and small shoulders, her straight collarbone, and her fleshy belly. Although the cup size is not large, it is unusually full.
Her delicate little face was covered with tear marks and she still frowned.

There were a few pearls hanging at the corners of her eyes, stuck to her long black eyelashes.

Like drops of morning dew.

With a pillow between her legs, her body was trembling slightly from time to time, which was very adorable.

Everything in this little world is truly herself.

Sure enough, in addition to the five finger grip marks on the skin, there was also a purple whip mark.

There was slight swelling on both sides of the whip marks, and tiny bloodstains appeared on the skin.

Momoki Kanonai murmured "hmm", and her little face with closed eyes showed a look of horror, but then she calmed down, muttered a few times and continued to sleep.

Fang Zuo gently removed the pillow that was clamped between her legs.

The large bloodstains on the white cloth were somewhat shocking.

I am the one who started it all.

There were also quite a few crisscrossing purple whip marks.

Everything that the two Momoki Kanonas experienced appeared in the same body.

Fang Zuo pulled it back to its original position.

Momoki Kanonai frowned and moved her hands and feet a little impatiently.

Seems to be trying to catch something.

Fang Zuo looked at the pillow that was originally clamped between his legs, and put it back.

Momoki Kanonai suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Fang Zuo in the room in confusion.

Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, unable to believe what she saw.

In a dark room.