Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 204 A difficult night for women
Yokota Air Base in the Tama area of ​​Tokyo, Japan.

early morning.

Saeko looked through the archives of the US military stationed in Japan during MacArthur's years and finally found what she was looking for.

She looked at it carefully, then slowly closed the file. It was exactly as she expected.

The most important task in her mission to Japan was to closely monitor the completion of this commercial building.

The archbishop only told her that the building was important, but he did not tell her why it was important.

In the archives she consulted, she was shocked to discover that since the time of MacArthur, the US military stationed in Japan had begun to build various non-military facilities near major bases in Japan.

To date, many of these industrial clusters, which have been completed for many years, have been sold to Japanese properties.

Forty-nine US soldiers died in a three-story underground parking lot in Tokyo.

The existing recorded photos of the corpses are exactly the same as the death of these three American soldiers.

Since the end of World War II.

MacArthur was almost the real emperor of Japan.

Obviously, from that time on.

What America and Protestantism are doing in Japan.
After much deliberation, Saeko called the archbishop.

After the video call is connected.

The picture on the mobile phone is linked to a camera lens in an extremely luxurious church.

In the picture, the church is decorated magnificently and luxuriously, filled with various golden decorations, and the walls are hung with various oil paintings by famous artists.

The top of the church is decorated with various colored glass windows, and the ground is covered with thick red Persian camel hair carpets.

A long Western dining table was covered with a spotless white cloth.

The western dining table was decorated with golden candlesticks and tableware.

At the end of the table stood a tall religious chair.

Red velvet seat with gold trimmed edges.

A kind old white man wearing a white bishop's robe sat on this golden crown chair and was eating some meat at a Western dining table.

The archbishop's mitre was held in the arms of a young nun standing nearby.

A golden scepter inlaid with a huge ruby ​​was held by another nun standing on the other side.

The two young nuns with serious and holy faces wore white and black nun uniforms on their upper bodies and red thongs and black suspender stockings on their lower bodies.

The archbishop raised his head and looked at the huge screen at the other end of the western dining table. When he saw Saeko, he smiled and put down the knife and fork in his hand.

She wiped her mouth elegantly with her napkin and set it aside: "Sarongzi, child of the Lord, what do you want from me?"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Saeko made a confession gesture with a pious expression. "It's because I made mistakes in several tasks entrusted to me by the Lord. I have no choice but to call you and disturb you."

The Archbishop's expression suddenly twisted, then returned to normal: "Tell me, what happened?"

Saeko recounted the deaths of the three officers and what she and the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department had discovered. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm worried that the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department will conduct an in-depth investigation into the cause of this incident and eventually reveal the truth behind it."

The archbishop's kind face grew slightly serious, his brow furrowed.

He clenched his fists and gently tapped the western-style dining table covered with white cloth with his knuckles.

‘Knock knock knock. ’

As the knocking sounds ended, the white curtains hanging on both sides of the western dining table were pulled aside, and two nuns, also wearing red thongs and white stockings, crawled out from under the table and retreated with their backs bent.

The lipstick on her mouth was messy and saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Do you know something? Saeko, child of the Lord." The archbishop asked with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Archbishop. I took the liberty of researching the MacArthur-era archives and discovered similar deaths." Saeko knelt hurriedly and said, "So I made some guesses. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Oh, that's nothing. Don't be afraid, child of the Lord." The archbishop shook his head. "The real reason is General MacArthur's project. It disturbed the tomb of Taira no Masakado, one of Japan's three great vengeful spirits. Taira no Masakado's body escaped, and General MacArthur requested our help to suppress it."

"Now, perhaps for some reason, Taira Masakado's seal has loosened, leading to retaliation against our American military officers."

"Just urge the Japanese government to complete the building construction as soon as possible. As for the deaths of the three American officers, there's no need to pursue the matter."

Saeko knew in her heart that this matter was definitely not as simple as the archbishop said.

These various buildings that have been built in Japan since the MacArthur era are by no means simple commercial buildings.

However, it is better for her not to know about such things. She has not seen enough of this world and she wants to live longer.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have one more thing to ask you." Saeko briefly recounted it.

"Has Her Majesty lost contact again?" The Archbishop closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened them and said, "Don't worry about this. I will continue to send personnel to Japan. Keep a close eye on the female councilor mentioned in the oracle's prophecy. The Lord will give you new guidance when the time comes."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Archbishop, then Saeko will take her leave." Saeko said with her head down.

"Well, child, may the Lord shine upon your future, and the Almighty will be with you." After the archbishop finished speaking, the scene changed, and a huge laboratory appeared on the screen.

The laboratory is filled with various giant nutrient tanks, which contain human bodies of various ages.

Researchers kept passing by.

A handsome middle-aged Asian man in a white coat walks into the screen.

"How is the situation with the saint? Is there anything unusual?" asked the archbishop.

"Judging from the bio-wave curves sent back, they're generally stable. Momoki Kanonai's mood is low during the day, but unusually high at night," the handsome middle-aged man said. "It's probably her true soul that's carrying out a mission, but she's been feeling down lately, perhaps due to some injuries."

After that, a curve chart appeared in the upper right corner of the screen.

"That's right." The Archbishop nodded as he looked at the stable curve graph. "Please conduct the third round of experiments as soon as possible, Dr. Momonogi."

"Yes, Archbishop, we have decided to start the third round of experiments next month." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Very good, then I will wait for the results of Dr. Momonogi's experiment."

The screen goes off.

In the laboratory.

A beautiful Asian woman in a white coat walked up to the man and whispered, "Well? Does the Archbishop have any doubts?"

The middle-aged man sighed and put his arm around the beautiful Asian woman. “I’ve already overwritten the bio-wave database I received these days. I shouldn’t find anything.”

"I don't know what happened to Chanel. Her bio-wave curve is so messed up." The beautiful Asian woman looked sad. "I hope she's okay."

"If I'm not mistaken, Chanel is gradually developing her own sense of self-awareness," the middle-aged man said. "I don't know what happened to her that caused her to stray from her path."

"Ah!" The beautiful Asian woman's face showed a look of surprise. "Does that mean she is gradually breaking free from the church's control?"

"Yes. But this is what I'm most worried about." The middle-aged man took a deep breath and picked up a blueprint. The curves on it fluctuated irregularly. "If the church knew about this, they would definitely bring her back."

"My child. Sob." The beautiful Asian woman covered her face with her hands and cried, "We are so useless. We can't protect you. I'm sorry."

Inside the luxurious church.

After the archbishop ended the video call, his face remained expressionless, and the huge screen turned.

A map of all of Japan appears.

The map is marked with various chaotic red dots.

If Fang Zuo were here, he could easily see that these red dots were the various seal scripts.

All the red dots formed a huge Taoist talisman.

The entire Japanese island looks like a fluttering and rolled-up talisman.

After examining it for a while, the archbishop picked up a bell from the western dining table and shook it.

The clear sound echoed in the church.

Soon an old man in a black robe came in and prostrated himself on the carpet.

"Has the Saint sent back any weekly reports?" asked the archbishop.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Saint reports back every week in great detail, and there's nothing unusual about it," the older man in black said. "It's just that the person is hiding very deeply, and the Saint hasn't found any clues yet."

"It's normal to hide it so deeply. The fact that there are no abnormalities in the weekly report is the biggest abnormality." The archbishop shook his head and spread out his hand.

The nun next to him immediately handed over a golden scepter inlaid with a huge red gem.

The archbishop raised the golden scepter high in his right hand and said in a loud voice: "The Lord says: Space has rules."

White light shot out from the scepter, forming a gate of light.

The light gate reflected an extremely huge ancient Western-style castle floating in the clouds, and above the castle, a strange eye was rotating.

Dozens of winged angels were flying around the castle.

The Archbishop stepped inside.

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In Momoki Kanonna's small space.

Fang Zuo hugged her small body and kept patting her back with his hands.

This rhythmic soothing slowly calmed her emotions.

After a long time, she wiped her tears, looked up at Fang Zuo and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Fang Zuo shook his head and said, "I have a suggestion, listen to it."

"Hmm?" Momoki Kanonai nudged her little head in Fang Zuo's arms.

"You're feeling so down right now because you can't find your purpose in life, and because I'm only in your dreams, right?"

"Yeah." Momoki Kanonna stretched out her little hand and drew marks on Fang Zuo's chest with her fingernails.

"But, what if I can appear in your life?" Fang Zuo said.

"Really?" Taomu Kanonai suddenly stood up and hooked her arms around Fang Zuo's neck: "Don't lie to me"

"I'm not lying to you." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders. "You're a saint now, so of course you can't get me out of this dream."

"What if you were the Archbishop, or the Pope? Wouldn't that be possible?"

"Is this okay?" Momoki Kanonai asked doubtfully.

"Even if I can't appear in the real world, I can appear in the world of incense, oh no, I should say in heaven, isn't it the same?" Fang Zuo said with a smile: "As the archbishop, the holder of the New Testament authority, I have the power to use incense to create a me in the Protestant heaven. It should be possible, right?"

"Really? Is it okay?" Momoki Kanonai's little head froze for a moment.

It seemed, it seemed, to be somewhat correct. Momoki Kanonai suddenly looked towards Fang Zuo, a strange expression on her face.

"Of course." Fang Zuo nodded: "Trust me."

"But it's not easy to be an archbishop, and he has never had a woman before." Momoki Kanona frowned.

"Isn't it easy to call it a goal?" Fang Zuo picked her up and pecked the slightly concave part of her body. "Take your time. Everything has its first step."

Momoki Kanonai blushed and hugged Fang Zuo's head: "It's almost dawn, I want to leave."

Fang Zuo said vaguely, "That will have to wait. I have to make both sides of you the same."

Chidorigafuchi Cemetery, Sanbancho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

This is the largest cemetery in Tokyo.

Established by the Japanese government in 1959.

This cemetery is mainly used to bury the remains of unknown Japanese officers and soldiers found in overseas battlefields during World War II.

It is not only the largest cemetery in Tokyo, but also an important war memorial in Japan.

Late at night.

This cemetery is like all the cemeteries in Tokyo, and many ghosts that have not yet been extinguished have crawled out.

Slowly walked out of the cemetery and headed towards various places in Tokyo.

Two figures blocked the way in front of the cemetery.

A small man stood in a horse stance and made a fist gesture.

'Hi.'

A flash of fist light appeared.

With powerful force, he passed through a ghost wearing a World War II military uniform.

The ghost was startled, looked at his own thin body, revealed a ferocious expression, drew out the samurai sword and pounced on the small figure.

The tall figure next to the small man frowned slightly.

A huge red blood energy rushed out of his body and quickly transformed into a huge dragon, flying in the air.

Then the dragon head opened its mouth and a dragon roar was uttered.

The ghost didn't even have time to react before it was swept away by Long Yin's blood and energy like wisps of green smoke in a strong wind, and disappeared.

"So awesome!!! Uncle Zhang." Nagano Rei said in surprise.

"That's nothing. Back in our country, even a veteran without any martial arts training can suppress these resentful spirits with his blood and qi. If your master were here, even the cemetery here would cease to exist with just a thought." Zhang Benhe shook his head. "Only when you reach my level will you understand your master's power."

"Hurry up, come again!!!" Zhang Benhe shouted sternly, "I told you long ago that the fist must move freely, and the intention must be integrated into the fist. This punch must stimulate the energy and blood in the body. It can't rely purely on energy, it must contain intention. Do you understand? Only in this way can you break the law with force!"

"Yes!!" Nagano Rei responded, and threw another punch at the vengeful soul of another Japanese soldier in World War II.

Still no success.

"No!! Come again!" Zhang Benhe shouted.

"Yes!!"

"Come again!!"

"Yes!!"

"Forget it, you can't, let's go."

"No!! I can do it, come again!!!"

"I can do it, believe me, Uncle Zhang, I can do it, try again!!" Nagano Rei's face was very determined.

Come again!

Come again!

After a long time, another vengeful ghost of a Japanese soldier from World War II appeared.

Nagano Rei made a fist gesture, silently repeating what Zhang Benhe had said in her heart.

The fist moves freely, and the intention is concentrated in the fist.

Nagano Rei only felt that a bright moon rose from her dantian in her body, turning into thousands of moonlight points, flowing through her body with the qi, and finally merging into her fist.

This time of meditation seemed to last a long time, but everything happened in a flash.

Nagano Rei's face was determined, she was sure this punch would do the trick!!!
A black light flew out.

Instantly hit the innocent souls of the Japanese soldiers in World War II.

Cut it in half and let it dissipate slowly.

Nagano Rei was stunned. She hadn't even made a move yet. Could this be her own qi and blood?
Why is it black? It’s so ugly!!!
I don’t want it!!!

Zhang Benhe frowned and slowly looked forward.

Only then did Nagano Rei realize that it was not her own blood and energy that was causing the problem, but the person coming from the front.

Two tall figures walked out from the night.

A middle-aged man and a young man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a suit, staring at Zhang Benhe with sharp eyes and a majestic aura.

The young man, who had a mixed-race Asian face, was also wearing the same suit and staring at Nagano Rei in the same way.

"Senior brother, long time no see!"

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Inside the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau.

Feng Dielian rubbed her eyes and frowned.

Finally found.

After reading the archival materials all night, she finally summarized all the cases in which Americans had accidents, and then found a case from decades ago.

During MacArthur's time in Japan, forty-nine American soldiers died in an underground parking lot.

The cause of death was exactly the same as the three current victims, also at a construction site.

There is definitely some connection between these two cases.

Feng Dielian clenched her fists excitedly.

Stand up and put on high heels.

She brought the case to Sakura Kurumi's office.

'Snapped. '

Feng Dielian arrogantly threw the case file onto Yingkong Kurumi's desk.

"You found it so quickly?" Yingkong Kurumi didn't care and picked up the file with a smile.

"Of course." Feng Dielian snorted.

Yingsora Kurumi was flipping through the case files.

"It seems that this US military case is indeed not a simple one." Yingsong Kurumi carefully looked at the case file, then took out her phone, opened the map, and compared the documents: "This underground parking lot is near Taira no Masakado, and there is also a commercial building above it. We need to go there and take a look."

"I'll be fine." Feng Dielian propped her arm on the desk, tilted her head, looked at Yingkong Hutao with dissatisfaction and said, "Didn't you hand the case over to me? Since you've handed it over to me, don't get involved."

"Can you do it alone?" Yingkong Kurumi threw the case back, then yawned, covered her red lips with her small hands, and stretched, revealing her curves.

I stayed in the office all night, receiving various documents and reports from Section 13 of the Security Bureau.

At the same time, provide effective and correct guidance.

This made Yingkong Kurumi a little tired.

"Nonsense." Feng Dielian picked up the file and turned to leave: "I'll go there and take a look later."

"Hey, go back and rest for a while before continuing." Yingkong Kurumi said, "It's almost dawn, don't go alone, bring some colleagues with you."

"I understand." Feng Dielian nodded: "You should get some sleep first."

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A bonsai art museum in Edogawa Ward.

This place is a bit remote, but it is extremely lively tonight.

Ghosts kept approaching here, and several of them were killed by an old man on night watch.

The other ghosts were also killed by the people hired from Zhang Benhe.

Reina Morisawa was wearing a black lace underwear and sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what happened tonight.

A pair of legs as beautiful as a young girl's stretched out from the blanket.

The base of the white and tender thighs is connected to two lumps of smooth buttocks that only women have, wrapped in black triangle panties.

On the balcony of the room.

Miyagi Mukoko was wearing a white cotton bra and cotton panties, and looking at the dark night outside with her bare feet.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and her little face was full of mockery.

Who the hell is this guy who is so disrespectful to Yin Ming?

He actually drove out all the ghosts, whether they had closed their eyes or not.

A shrine maiden from the Yin-Yang realm of the ancient country of Izumo.

What I can’t stand the most is someone blaspheming death.

This was even more painful than insulting her.

Death, like the birth of a life, is the most natural way of life.

Don't let me catch you.

Miyagi Mukaiko's touch spreads along with the deathly aura that permeates the night.
Want to find the culprit.

(End of this chapter)