Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 202 The Women's Busy Night
As soon as Sakura Kurumi walked out of the Spiritual Objection Meeting, the old congressman pestered her and asked her whether the master who upgraded the spiritual tools had returned to Japan.

After hearing Sakura Kurumi's negative answer, the old man sighed in disappointment and left with his head lowered.

After leaving the Imperial Palace, the beautiful woman from the Reiyi Society sent her a message, asking Sakura Kurumi not to leave yet and to come to her living room, as she had a few words to say to her.

This made Yingsong Kurumi a little confused.

The beautiful woman's living room was in a small attic next to the Imperial Palace Gardens.

Sakura Kurumi walked in. The first floor was decorated very simply, made entirely of solid wood. Apart from tatami and some knives, the whole place was in black and white, which seemed a bit depressing.

When you come to the second floor, you will see that the entire wall is painted red, and the modern style is decorated with various warm colors, going to the other extreme.

The beautiful woman was drinking a glass of red wine. One of the bottles of red wine on the table was empty, and the other bottle was also half empty.

"Hello, Yingkong Walnut Hall, you're here." The beautiful woman lay on her side on the sofa, wrapped in a nightgown with small floral patterns.

A pair of white, smooth and plump legs had long since gotten rid of the immature lines and lay on the sofa in a twisted and white manner.

Half of her plump buttocks were exposed at the base of her thighs. The nightgown stuck to her buttocks without any trace of underwear, and even the thong's laces were not visible.

Her long hair was draped over the back of the sofa, and she looked at Yingkong Kurumi with slightly blurry eyes from drinking.

"Mr. Councillor." Sakura Kurumi nodded: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Just call me Bai Huizi, it's nothing serious." Bai Huizi raised her head and drank the red wine in one gulp. "If that little guy Takasuke Senma offended you, please don't take it to heart. He inherited the family's Shuten-doji Shikigami. Although he is a bit arrogant, he sometimes acts beyond his means because he can't stand Shuten-doji's trickery."

Yingkong Kurumi smiled noncommittally and said, "Your Excellency, you're worrying too much. He helped me a lot when I was handling the case."

Baihuizi nodded, stretched out her white legs, and the greasy flesh on her thighs trembled slightly.

Soft, smooth, crispy and full of feminine charm.

"The old man wasn't exaggerating today. The Jiujiu School can be said to be the royal feng shui master organization, accompanying Japan throughout its millennia of history. It's best not to offend them unless absolutely necessary." Bai Huizi picked up her wine glass and stood up from the sofa.
"Although Japan's entire power system has undergone significant changes, the power and mystery of this organization are undeniable. Over the past century, they have even rivaled Chinese feng shui masters. Not only in feng shui, but also in sorcery, they far surpass those of Japan's onmyoji."

Yingkong Kurumi nodded. The old Taoist priest's magic was indeed not from the Onmyoji system. She had only seen that kind of water curtain technique on her man.

Yingkong Kurumi smiled and said, "I know these people are used to being arrogant. If I don't show some more arrogance, how can they respect me? I'm not so stupid as to make enemies with them for no reason."

"It's good that you understand, Director Yingkong Kurumi. Your youth, strength, and even your beauty have long been noticed by many hidden forces in the world. The current world situation is too complicated, and there may be major changes in the next thousand years. You should be careful." After saying this, Bai Huizi poured another glass of red wine and drank it all. She raised the glass to Yingkong Kurumi and said, "Would you like a drink? The wine from Hull Manor in Italy is quite good."

"No, I don't drink." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "It seems that the councillor is not in a good mood."

"When will things get better?" Bai Huizi laughed.

"I have a question, Mr. Councillor," Sakura Kurumi asked, "What is this ancient bloodline that Haneda Michihiro mentioned?"

"Do you understand Chinese? How much do you know about China?" Bai Huizi was silent for a moment, and without waiting for Yingkong Kurumi to answer, she continued, "The more Onmyojis reach our level, the more they realize the horrors of the world next door. We will encounter a problem that will never be solved."

"Self-awareness and self-identification?" Yingsong Kurumi answered quickly.

"Yes, the fact that you can realize this shows that you have a deep understanding of Yin-Yang magic." Bai Huizi drank two bottles of red wine, which made her very hot. She tore off her floral nightgown and let it fall to the ground.

A short skirt with thin shoulder straps showing, and no bra.

The lines of the collarbone and neck are very beautiful.

The fat is still white and tender.

The hem of the skirt just covers the top of the thighs.

"When you reach a certain level and find it difficult to break through, and discover that everything you've learned is just misguided knowledge passed down from neighboring China, you'll fall into a state of confusion, feeling both incredibly proud of your homeland and incredibly envious of others. This is a denial of your self-awareness and uncertainty about your identity." Bai Huizi said with a wry smile, "This is called cognitive impairment."

"So, Japan has always had a mindset of eagerly eradicating its neighbors. Only when they cease to exist will it prove that we are the best. Then all obstacles will disappear, and we will naturally be able to move to the next level."

"Is the Jiuju Sect such an organization?" asked Yingkong Hutao.

"You can say yes, and you can say no." Bai Huizi shook her head: "Do you speak Chinese?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded: "I know a little."

Bai Huizi looked at Yingkong Kurumi in surprise and continued, "Do you know how the Chinese character 'Qin' is pronounced? Isn't it pronounced similarly to the surname Haneda? Strictly speaking, the surname Haneda originated from the pronunciation of 'Qin'."

"This organization believes they are descendants of the Qin Dynasty immortal Xu Fu, who brought 3,000 young boys and girls to Japan. Haneda is the descendant of these 3,000 boys and girls with the surname 'Qin'."

"They consider themselves the descendants of the Qin Dynasty. They believe that only their bloodline can inherit everything next door."

"They look down on the Japanese natives, but are also jealous of the heritage and orthodoxy next door."

"They sound like some pathetic idiots with wild dreams." Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"Hush, be careful with your words and actions, don't underestimate them." Bai Huizi said, "At least they have caused a lot of trouble for the other party in the field of Feng Shui, and they almost succeeded a few times."

"Thank you very much, Councillor, for clearing up my doubts and reminding me." Yingkong Kurumi said noncommittally, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the Security Bureau first."

"Call me Baihuizi from now on." Baihuizi nodded with a smile, and took a step to see Yingkong Kurumi off. It seemed as if a crimson butterfly was flying under her skirt.

As soon as Yingkong Kurumi returned to the police station, she saw Feng Dielian coming back with evidence.

A warrior helmet from the Warring States Period, with the word "Ping" clearly visible in the middle of the helmet.

At the same time, several section chiefs from the National Security Agency reported back, reporting a large number of supernatural cases handled tonight, as well as several cases of vengeful spirits causing deaths. After their subordinates investigated the source, they discovered that they were all originating from construction sites across Tokyo.

After a team search, just like Feng Dielian, they found many vengeful spirits at the construction site.

The team killed the vengeful spirits and completed the search. The evidence they submitted was all Warring States weapons and armor engraved with the word "Ping".

"Are these the things of the ghost soldiers under Taira no Masakado?" Sakura Kurumi frowned and recounted the news she got from the Spiritual Dissent Society.

"It seems the old man's story is true. The four elements of Qi from Taira Masakado's seven tombs have leaked into the earth's veins, causing ghost soldiers to appear at construction sites across Tokyo." Sakura Kurumi sat at her desk with a serious expression. "As for the other vengeful spirit incidents, the high frequency doesn't seem to be simply due to the full moon. Perhaps there are forces we're unaware of that are driving this."

"That means the three American officers died just like everyone else, infected by vengeful spirits while on the construction site." Feng Dielian's delicate face showed some confusion. "Why don't I think it's that simple?"

"You're right. I've looked at the construction site ghost information provided by other section chiefs, and there are some obvious differences between it and the case you're in charge of." Yingkong Kurumi said as she compared the case information.
"How could it be that these three officers were the only ones with the same background and identity at the construction site where they died? Moreover, in other case files, the people who died were all front-line workers at the construction site, while these three officers sat in the office all year round. How could they be the only ones to be infected with vengeful spirits?" "In other words, the leakage of Taira Masakado's death energy certainly caused the overflow of vengeful spirits at the construction site, but there must be some special reasons for the deaths of the three American officers." Feng Dielian was thoughtful after hearing this, and turned to leave Yingkong Kurumi's office.

"Where are you going?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

"I'll go look through all the buildings, commercial activities, and related murder cases that the US military and the United States have built in Tokyo over the past few decades." Feng Dielian turned around and said, "We can always find some similar clues, if it's really as we suspected."

"Not bad, you're becoming more and more like the deputy director of the Security Bureau." Yingkong Kurumi smiled, looking at Feng Dielian with a playful look on her face: "These days of training you have not been in vain."

"Tsk, don't even think about glorifying your actions to humiliate me." Feng Dielian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi with disdain and turned away.

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Yokota Air Base in the Tama area of ​​Tokyo, Japan.

In the office of Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp.

"Ms. Saeko, how is it? Have you found the cause of death of the three American soldiers?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp was lying in his office chair with a tired look on his face, his legs raised high on the desk.

When he saw Saeko coming in, his eyes lit up and he stared at Saeko at the door from afar, but his gaze remained expressionless as he looked at her small face, a traditional Showa beauty, and her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings.

"I've found the reason, General." Saeko said with a smile, "But I don't think it's that simple. What's wrong? General, you look upset. Did something happen?"

"You figured it out." Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp said with a wry smile, "Didn't you see the news? An intercontinental rocket was recently launched next door. It's not just bad for me, it's bad for America's allies around the world. At least I can still sleep, but those people above me probably can't even sleep."

"That shouldn't make you feel so bad, right? Washington doesn't lack them, and their numbers far outnumber theirs." Saeko said in surprise, "Even Britain, France, and Russia have quite a few."

"You don't understand military affairs, and you don't understand the current situation." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp sighed: "On November 2023, 11, the US Minuteman 1 land-based intercontinental missile failed to launch and exploded over the Pacific Ocean.

"On November 2023, 11, the French M18 submarine-launched intercontinental missile failed to launch."

"2024-1-30, British Trident 2 submarine-launched intercontinental missile crashed into the sea."

"Just a few days ago, Russia's RS28 Sarmat land-based intercontinental missile launch failed."

"And the only successful one next door is a 25-year-old model. Do you think these people can sleep well?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp said with a wry smile. "This makes my recent military exercises with over 30 warships a joke."

"Ms. Saeko, I have a soldier's premonition that this world will soon become unfamiliar to all of us. Therefore, I can only rely on you. If you can win on the battlefield of religion, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope."

"But I'm just a nobody, General." Saeko sighed. "These matters will naturally be taken care of by Washington and the Pope."

"You're right." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp perked up. "By the way, why did Ms. Saeko come to me so late at night?"

"I came here to seek the General's permission to review the historical records left behind by the US military base over the years," Saeko said with an unusually serious expression. "I suspect the deaths of those three are more complex than that. If I remember correctly, there's a case mentioned in religious records that seems to corroborate the information from the US military base."

"If I guessed it right, I'm afraid the other party will guess it right too. I must pass this information back to the bishop as soon as possible so that they can make preparations."

"Why, does this matter involve the history of the US military stationed in Japan? Ms. Saeko, which general's era do you want to check for information?" Lieutenant General of the Air Force Ricky Rupp put his feet down from the desk, picked up a pen and paper to sign the order, and looked up and asked.

"MacArthur, a five-star general of the United States." Saeko said, "The true emperor of Japan after the end of World War II."

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Shiraishi Nagimitsu still couldn't sleep alone as he wished.

Not long after Shiraishi Mei was sent to Oda Yui's room, Oda Yui came over pitifully holding a pillow.

"After my aunt fell asleep, I don't know what she dreamed about that made her kick me off the bed." Oda Yui said angrily. She was so sleepy that she climbed to the other side of the bed, smelled the scent of Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and fell asleep without even turning off the lights.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned off the headlights, turned on a small reading light, and looked at the sleeping Oda Yui. He was still a little worried about Shiraishi Mei.

This sister who had been causing troubles since she was a child was also destined to be a victim of the family like herself.

Fortunately, I climbed up to the position of councilor a few years ago and finally saved her.

But she suddenly disappeared overnight, and when she came back this time, she was surrounded by all kinds of mysterious auras.

He refused to say anything no matter how you asked.

What organization did she join and what exactly is she doing?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu sighed.

Forget it.

Even if the sky falls, I have my own man.

I hope this sister doesn't exaggerate too much.

Fang Zuo didn't know that so many things happened that night.

Hebei Caiying was in her arms, her face flushed, and from time to time she raised her little face to ask the man for a kiss.

But his skills were very clumsy. He could neither tease nor be roundabout. He could only be attacked passively. He would give in during the kiss and breathe heavily.

soon.

The demon soul, which had not yet refined the Tengu's soul, became exhausted again and fell into a deep sleep again.

Fang Zuo put her back in the room and went to Tokyo Women's University.

Little girl Nagano Rei is not in her room so late.

In the distance, near the arena, there was a burst of fist energy in the sky. It seemed that Zhang Benhe was practicing something with her.

Momoki Kanonai was sleeping soundly on the pillow, with her eyes closed, her red lips slightly parted, and she occasionally mumbled a few vague words in her sleep.

Tiny ripples were rippling in the nearby space.

Fang Zuo expanded his spiritual consciousness and entered her space.

(End of this chapter)