Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 349 The Big Conspiracy!
At the second crime scene.

Yingkong Kurumi frowned and was examining the corpse on the ground.

A bloody mess.

Another demon tribe member of a high level was beaten into a pile of minced meat by something unknown.

The ground was covered with blood.

There is no sign of any environmental damage, which means they don't even have the ability to fight back.

same.

The demon pill and demon soul were also taken away.

"The lecture hall is busy!" A police officer walked up. "There's been another call. There's been another murder in a house near Tokyo Women's University. Our colleagues have already gone to the scene and cordoned it off."

"They sent a report saying the cause of death for the bodies at the scene was exactly the same as here. It's very likely the same murderer."

"Let's go over there and ask them to check the surrounding surveillance footage. At the same time, ask the neighbors nearby to see if there are any suspicious people." Yingkong Kurumi turned and left.

Three police cars, sirens blaring, arrived near Tokyo Women's University, ignoring red lights.

Yingkong Kurumi frowned, who has such high strength?
Shortly after.

Three police cars stopped at the entrance of an alley.

The crime scene this time was in a house in an old city area.

The police set up a cordon early on.

After Yingzora Kurumi and the police officers got out of the car, they saw from afar a woman wearing a fashionable hat being questioned by the police officers in a quiet alley in the community.

The two people's voices echoed in the empty alley.

"Excuse me, Miss, since you live nearby, do you know this family?" asked the police officer.

"I know her. Mrs. Nishimura often comes to my shop to buy bread." The woman nodded.

"Has she ever had any disputes with other people?" the police officer asked again.

"No, she's a very nice lady. She often sees me busy in the store and helps me greet customers." The woman replied, "Besides being a bit of a loner, she doesn't have many friends. I've never seen her argue with anyone."

Yingkong Kurumi looked around as she walked.

Suddenly, a female police officer got out of the car and shouted in surprise, "You are... You are Tsubaki? Sannomiya Junko? Ah... Why are you here?"

Then the policewoman turned around excitedly and shouted, "Everyone come quickly, it's Chunzi, it's Chunzi, she's here!!!"

Junko Sannomiya?

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned, and quickly stepped forward, and surrounded the police officers who had just gotten out of the car and were searching around.

The woman was wearing a fashionable fur hat and a dark green knitted skirt.

Half of her white, soft, plump thighs were exposed, and she was wearing black over-the-knee leather boots.

Fair face, peach-red lips, and a hint of spring between the eyebrows.

A typical Tokyo urban beauty.

Everyone surrounded Junko Sannomiya in disbelief.

I couldn't recognize it for a moment.

What a huge change!

Is this still the Junko Sannomiya they know?
That Junko Sannomiya who always wears big black-framed glasses and always keeps her head down?
That Junko Sannomiya who spoke timidly and was too inferior to dare to look anyone in the eye?

This female administrative officer of the Exorcist Guard has always been very popular.

She rushes to do everything and helps anyone who has something to do.

In the office, she is always the busiest person, and also the one with the least presence.

It was not until she really disappeared that everyone realized how important she was.

But after Junko Sannomiya suddenly resigned.

Just disappear from everyone's world.

Silently.

And deleted everyone's contact information.

Now seeing her again.

The former Junko Sannomiya has disappeared.

The whole person looks brand new from head to toe.

The woman in front of me was confident, beautiful, and generous, and she spoke freely when questioned by the police.

She also took off her black-framed glasses, revealing a pair of big, spring-like eyes.

She wore light eyeliner, and even the color of her lip gloss was very suitable for her unique and plump red lips.

Not to mention that dressing has also become fashionable.

For a while.

Everyone was so excited that they didn't know what to say.
"It's really everyone!! Is everyone okay?" Junko Sannomiya greeted in surprise, turning her head to look around.

These warm faces surrounding me are so familiar.

After the shock.

Junko Sannomiya covered her mouth with her hands excitedly.

Don't know what to say.

Her gaze finally settled on the leading woman.

This woman is still as beautiful as ever, no, she is even more beautiful!

But his face was less gentle and more cold.

"Deputy Team Member"

Sannomiya Junko's voice trembled even more.

Although she was smiling happily, she covered her mouth with her hands, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes.

Apart from her deceased mother, the deputy captain was the best person to her before that man appeared.

Even though she left everyone and cut off all contact.

But seeing each other again after such a long time, long-lost memories and a sense of familiarity filled my body and mind.

She sincerely hopes everyone is well!

"We are all fine." Sakura Kurumi was also very excited. She walked forward and hugged Sannomiya Junko tightly, then slowly let go.

Holding her shoulders with both hands, he asked with concern, "How have you been these days, Chunzi?"

"Hmm!!!" Junko Sannomiya's tears flowed down. She had so many things she wanted to say, but when the words came to her lips, she could only utter "Hmm".

Tears couldn't stop flowing down my face.

It seems that he felt that this answer was somewhat disrespectful to the deputy team leader.

She put her legs together and gave a standard police salute: "Report! Deputy, I'm fine!!!"

"That's good!! I can see that you are doing really well." Sakura Kurumi moved her right hand away from Sannomiya Junko's shoulder and straightened her messy bangs on her forehead.

Then he gently wiped away her tears with the back of his hand: "Chunzi, where are your glasses? Don't you want to wear them anymore? Have you cured your myopia?"

"Report to the deputy captain, I'm wearing contact lenses for myopia." Junko Sannomiya choked with sobs, her nose twitching, her red lips parted and she took a deep breath, trying to suppress her churning heart.

"Chunzi, you're calling me deputy team leader." The officer next to him said with a smile, "You're calling me the wrong person!"

"Yes, they should be called Directors now," another policewoman said, wiping her wet eyes excitedly. "We are now following the Directors and transferred to the Security Bureau. We are no longer in the Security Corps."

"Oh, right. Sorry, the deputy captain is not upright!" After hearing this, Sangong Junko hurriedly saluted again, wiped her tears and said with a smile: "That's great, I'm so happy for everyone!!"

"Your personality is still the same as before." Yingkong Kurumi smiled sweetly as she looked at her flustered look.

Yes.

Exactly the same as before.

Yingkong Kurumi couldn't help but recall many things from the past.

At that time, I was still a small deputy team leader, and I had to look at people's faces everywhere.
At that time, the master was still alive, so I would send him messages whenever I had anything to say.
At that time, Sensoji Temple was still her only home. Omori Masa always greeted her with a smile.
At that time, I had not yet met the man I loved.
Not a lot of time had passed, yet it seemed like many years had passed.

These memories are like yellowed photos with a corner cut off.

Deja vu.

"Tsubaki, you've become prettier and more confident." Sakura Kurumi patted Sannomiya Junko's face. "I didn't understand why you resigned before, and I didn't understand why you didn't contact us."

"But now seeing you like this, with a new life, I feel relieved and happy for you."

"What you are doing now?"

"Reporting to the captain," Sangong Junzi wiped the tears from her face and said with a smile, "I opened a bakery."

"Oh? What's it called?" Yingkong Kurumi was not surprised: "When I saw so many baking books on your desk, I knew that this was what you really liked."

"It's called Fang Fang Fang's bakery." Sannomiya Junko blushed.

"This name. Hmm. Next time I will go to your shop and try the bread you make." Yingsong Kurumi said with a smile.

"No, it's not that my shop is too small and there's no place to sit," Junko Sannomiya said quickly.

Yingsora Kurumi nodded indifferently and patted her shoulder.

She thought Junko Sannomiya still wanted to live a life without being disturbed, so she didn't ask any further questions.

"Call me if you have anything to say. My phone number hasn't changed. I respect your desire to have your own life, but you can't always shoulder everything alone." Sakura Kurumi patted Sannomiya Junko's face again:

"We used to be colleagues. Even though you left, we're still friends, okay?"

"Hi! Director." Junko Sannomiya nodded repeatedly.

"Let's get busy first." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

Sannomiya Junko wiped her tears and watched Sakura Kurumi walk away.

She hesitantly walked over to a policewoman and asked, "By the way, where's Fujino-kun? Why didn't I see him today?"

"Fujino? Who? Oh~~~him!! I haven't seen him for a long, long time." The policewoman frowned: "If you hadn't mentioned him, I would have forgotten about him."

"Ah? When did it disappear?" Sannomiya Junko said in surprise.

"I don't know. He seemed to have disappeared at the same time as you," the policewoman replied. "I don't know if he resigned or had another assignment. He looked so lazy, maybe he was fired by the director."

Missing? Does Fang Zuojun have another mission?
Junko Sannomiya looked at Sakura Kurumi who was asking questions to the police officer in the distance.

How could he be fired? Did they break up?
She bit her lower lip and thought for a long time.

But her longing for the other party made her grit her teeth and muster up the courage to walk over.

"Director, um. Where is your boyfriend? Are you married?" asked Junko Sannomiya.

"Huh?" Sakura Kurumi looked at Sannomiya Junko strangely.

"That Fujino."

"Oh, not yet." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "He went on a business trip to America."

"So, how's your relationship going?"

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing. I'm happy for you." Sangong Junzi bit her lower lip with relief. "Director, I'll go back first. You should pay attention to rest and don't work overtime so often."

"Got it, you too. Remember to call me if you have anything." Sakura Kurumi came forward and hugged Sannomiya Junko: "Keep going, be happy, okay?"

"Hey! I will, Director!" Sannomiya Junko nodded heavily, hugged Yingkong Kurumi with her backhand, turned and left.

After greeting everyone one by one and leaving the crowd.

step.
two steps
Three steps
He paused.

Breathing heavily.

Tears flowed down again unsatisfactorily.

It dripped down her fair face.

Now I have learned to be confident and cheerful.

He would be very happy if he knew.

I really want to know how he is doing.
Listen to others
How can it compare? He said
No one noticed why the little figure left in disappointment.

Yingkong Kurumi listened to the report and looked at the corpse on the ground.

The same.

Another instant kill.

In this old community, the buildings are very close to each other.

In the silence of the night.

Everyone can hear any sound of fighting.

"Officer, we've checked all the nearby cameras," a police officer reported. "No suspicious individuals were detected."

Sakura Kurumi nodded to show that she understood.

Expected.

The murderer has a strong way of hiding.

We had looked for cameras at several previous crime scenes, but couldn't find any traces.

When did such a powerful person appear in Tokyo?

Suddenly, Yingkong Kurumi raised her head and looked into the distance.

Two slim figures walked over from the entrance of the alley.

"Why are you two together? Where are you going?" Yingsong Kurumi looked at Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna who were slowly approaching with a smile.

The two of them love to bicker so much, the sun rises from the west.

"Drink coffee."

"shopping."

Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna each gave an answer.

Sakura Kurumi hasn't spoken yet.

The two looked at each other awkwardly:
"After drinking coffee, I went shopping."

"I bought some things and went for coffee."

Yingkong Kurumi looked strange: "Can't you just make sure your statements are correct before you start talking?"

"We drank coffee, went shopping, and then drank coffee again." Feng Dielian said quickly.

"Yes, that's right." Hashimoto Yuna nodded: "I happened to have a day off today, and you weren't there when I came to see you, so I took her with me."

"I'm too lazy to ask you whether it's true or not." Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes and waved her hand.

"What's wrong? Is the case very difficult?" Feng Dielian stepped forward and quickly changed the subject.

"Well, the murderer was very powerful. All the demons were killed in one strike." Yingkong Kurumi said with a serious expression, "And no camera could capture him."

Even that guy.

A large number of Shinto priests were killed, and even the descending gods were not spared.

But it still can't escape various high-speed cameras.

"Does he have a grudge against demons?" Hashimoto Yuna frowned and asked, "Or is it to collect demon cores?"

"Not only the demon pills, but even the demon souls were not spared." Yingkong Hutao shook her head: "Not only that, they don't care about the opponent's realm, size, good or evil, as long as it is a demon, they will not let it go."

"Several of them were registered with the Spiritual Dissent Association, were legal citizens of the Tokyo metropolitan area, and had made many contributions, but they are all dead."

"So we can completely rule out motives like vendetta and revenge." Feng Dielian also felt that the situation was serious.

What criminals fear most is the absence of such motivation.

It shows that there is always someone else to be killed.

The two of them haven't said a few words yet.

"Director! Deputy Director!" A police officer trotted over, stood at attention, and saluted. "We just received news of another murder case. This time in downtown Shinjuku, the victim is a famous cartoonist."

"According to the information, he is also a legally registered Demon Spider Man. He was also killed by the murderer with a single strike, just like in the other murders."

"Afterwards, a violent explosion occurred not far away. Witnesses reported that a massive bolt of lightning fell from the sky, creating a bottomless pit in the street."

"Are there any casualties?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

"There should be. Two cars driving on the street at the time also fell into the pit. It was too deep, and my colleagues didn't have time to get out. We don't know what's going on inside at the moment."

"Tell them not to go down. Seal off the scene. Report to the media that the street's subgrade has been eroded by groundwater, causing the street to collapse." Yingkong Kurumi waved her hand. "Let's go and take a look. It's a rare sight that the murderer has finally met his match. The entire environment has been destroyed."

"I'm going too." Hashimoto Yuuna followed behind.

Yingkong Kurumi glanced at the silent Feng Dielian.

Why aren't these two guys bickering today?

Inside Tokyo Airport.

Fang Zuo was still closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

"Sir, your flight has landed and you can board the plane," a female airport staff member came over and quietly reminded Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes, nodded, and stood up.

"This way, sir." The female staff member bowed flatteringly and led the way.

She deliberately stretched her buttocks to make her trousers tight and swayed her waist.

Fang Zuo boarded the plane and was led into an exclusive private cabin by the flight attendant.

Knowing that this gentleman came from the Black Card VIP room, his smile instantly became more cordial.

His steps slowed down and he got closer.

"Sir, please feel free to tell me if you need anything." After leading Fang Zuo to his seat, the flight attendant said with a smile.

Fang Zuo looked at the cabin and found that it was a separate and exclusive seat.

There is also an L-shaped movable baffle that can be pulled out from behind the seat, completely isolating a single room like a screen.

Excellent privacy.

Soon Li Zhenxin also walked in and smiled at Fang Zuo.

Seeing that Fang Zuo was still looking straight ahead, he angrily put away his smile and paused slightly.

I sat down at my seat and packed my belongings.

Shortly after.

Passengers from other classes came up one after another.

"Ah, it's you!"

A fragrant breeze blew by.

A woman rushed over and squeezed together with Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo was stunned and turned his head to look at the woman who was almost sitting in his arms.

The blue coat drooped down, revealing white shoulders and half of the arms.

The lace wrap dress inside had faint cleavage visible.

"Why, you don't recognize me?" The woman gave Fang Zuo a charming smile. "Where's Hu Tao? Are you going to North America alone?"

Fang Zuo then remembered.

I met Sakura Kurumi's childhood best friend in Dr. Furukawa Miu's room that day.

Chiba Iori.

"You wouldn't..." Chiba Iori covered her mouth and pointed at Li Zhenxin who was packing things beside her in surprise: "You wouldn't go out with this woman without telling Yingkong Kurumi, would you? You're looking for a mistress, she's so ugly, why don't you look for me?"

"What are you talking about? Who's the mistress?" Li Zhenxin, who was standing nearby, immediately reacted and looked at Chiba Iori with disdain. "Flight attendant, someone is harassing us here. Is she the passenger in this VIP business class seat? Why don't you ask her to leave?"

Immediately, a flight attendant came over and said with a smile, "Miss, please return to your seat. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Look at you, you almost stretched your legs in front of him. Why don't you take off your pants? You are not a mistress, but you also want to seduce men." Chiba Iori curled her lips and whispered in Fang Zuo's ear: "I will come to find you later."

After saying that, she stretched out her soft tongue and licked the left earlobe below.

Then he stood up and walked inside.

Li Zhenxin looked at this inexplicable woman angrily.

If she were in Korea, someone would have investigated her background and taught her a lesson.

What do you mean I seduce men?
I rejected this man.

Li Zhenxin secretly glanced at Fang Zuo, feeling complicated.

News has come from South Korea that Kim Mi-jung has begun contacting some judicial personnel.

Soon the battle between her and her brother will begin.

When I have to clean up the situation myself, I will definitely need a strong helper.

I should have known it earlier.
Li Zhenxin looked at Fang Zuo again with mixed feelings.

Next.

Many people came on the plane one after another and walked inside to their seats.

This Boeing 787 passenger plane was fully loaded with more than 300 passengers.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and smiled strangely.

It seems there are quite a lot of people.

I really made the right choice to take this plane.

Just a little while.

At least three waves of people with different spiritual powers passed by.

They are of different heights, weights and body shapes.

And they all used certain means to conceal themselves very well, and could not find each other. It seemed that these guys all had various purposes.

There are many means.

There's a lot to see on this more than ten-hour direct flight.

Shinjuku, Tokyo.

Yingkong Kurumi, Feng Dielian and a large number of police officers quickly arrived at the scene.

The entire deep pit on the downtown street of Shinjuku has been surrounded by police tape.

The onlookers had already been evacuated.

The media who rushed to the scene were also driven away by the police using the excuse that the nearby buildings might collapse at any time.

Yingkong Kurumi looked at the dark hole underground and could not see the bottom.
He tiptoed and jumped down first.

Seeing this, Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna also jumped down.

The three of them stepped on a few huge pieces of rubble, and then touched the falling car with their toes, landing steadily at the bottom.

I was so surprised by everything I saw that I was speechless.

No one expected it.

There are so many kappa corpses in this Tokyo sewer corridor.

Looking at the piles of charred, rotten flesh, there were at least a hundred of them.

"Something's wrong. Quickly notify the Lingyi Association and have them send someone to the scene." Yingkong Kurumi said in a deep voice.

Then he kicked the Kappa at his feet with his boots.

The strange invisible magnetic field emitted by the kappa instantly corroded a small piece of Yingkong Kurumi's boots.

"This isn't just any monster, this is a major event."

"The demon tribe actually hid so many kappa in Tokyo, and these are not ordinary demons."

"What are they going to do?"

(End of this chapter)