Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 40 Speak politely, don't act recklessly!

Back home, Uta Kasaya was helped to sit on the sofa by Fue. The events of the day had overloaded his brain.

Why did Fu Jiang know such a high-ranking official? What was the situation with that strange evil spirit? And why did it suddenly die?
After a quick wash at Uta Kasyapa's house, Fukie changed into Uta Kasyapa's white shirt from the drying room. The hem of the shirt barely covered the snow-white hem of her shirt. Wearing slippers, she brought warm water and squatted down in front of Uta Kasyapa.

"what are you doing?"

"I'll wash your body for you. Also, take off your clothes, I'll take them to wash."

As she spoke, Fujang wrung out the towel and began wiping Uta Kasyapa's body from head to toe.

"Is the pressure appropriate?"

Fu Jiang's voice was very gentle at this moment, which was completely different from the Fu Jiang of the past who would tell her to die or directly attack her.

"Are you okay?"

Faced with the question, Fukie was taken aback at first, and then slapped Uta Kasyapa on the shoulder in an annoyed manner.

"You really can't expect anything good to come out of your mouth!"

He hastily wiped Uta Kasyapa clean a few times and was about to take off his pants and clothes when Uta Kasyapa stopped him.

"I'll do it myself."

Watching Uta Kassapa limp up the stairs, insisting on changing his clothes himself, Fukie rolled her eyes after thinking for a moment about the reason.

Tsk. I've known about that little thing for a long time, okay?

In the room on the second floor, looking at the injured Uta Kasyapa, Xiao Fujiang, with tears in her eyes, kept pestering her to see his wounds.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yeah, a little."

"You're not allowed to hang out with that lunatic next time!"

"."

That madman seems to be you too.
However, Uta Kasaya was already used to Fujō's daily split personality, or rather, it would be a big problem if she didn't have a split personality anymore.

After offering a few words of comfort to Xiao Fujiang, Uta Kasyapa changed his clothes and went downstairs.

While Uta Kasyapa was on his journey, Fukie returned home wearing only a shirt.

Matsushima Yuko looked at her granddaughter, whose legs were bare and whose hair was slightly damp, and a maternal smile appeared on her face.

"Please take precautions."

Fu Jiang, who was about to go upstairs, rolled her eyes upon hearing this.

"That idiot is like a wooden fish, it only makes a sound when you tap it."

After making a complaint, Fujang went to her room and quickly rummaged through her closet for various stockings that she hadn't worn in a long time.

After choosing a black pleated mini skirt and changing into black stockings, and stuffing the white stockings into her pocket, Fu Jiang hurriedly returned downstairs.

Yuko Matsushima looked at her beautiful and youthful granddaughter and gave her a thumbs up.

"Take him down!"

Looking at her grandmother's encouragement, Fujang blushed, a rare occurrence for her, and hurriedly ran away.

As Uta Kassapa came downstairs and looked at the empty living room, just as he was wondering what was going on, Fukie, wearing black stockings and high heels, walked gracefully in from outside.

Utakayo blinked and swallowed hard, almost involuntarily.

In terms of legs, Uta Kassapa has never seen anyone who can fight as well as Fukue.

The thighs are full and rounded, transitioning beautifully to the firm and upright calves, maintaining a voluptuous feel while possessing a perfect curve.

It's the kind of leg shape that looks perfect, like a magazine cover even with just a casual snapshot.

Seeing Uta Kasyapa's stunned expression, Fujō smiled slightly, walked to the sofa, knelt down on it, and patted her thighs.

"Come and lie down."

Upon hearing this, Uta Kasyapa lay down, the rustling sound of his ears rubbing against his stockings was quite alluring.

Fu Jiang gently stroked her ear, her expression unusually tender. "Don't you want to ask me?"

Uta Kassapa, with his eyes closed, sounded very languid as he enjoyed the massage.

"You'll tell me if you want to."

Fu Jiang's lips curved slightly, her fingers traced his chin, and she began to slowly recount the events before he was adopted by Matsushima Yuko.

Before being adopted by Yuko Matsushima, Fukie, who had just evolved a maternal consciousness, was eliminating her own split bodies to ensure her uniqueness.

In order to achieve this goal quickly, it is inevitable that one will need to rely on the help of others.

After all, Fu Jiang herself has no way to quickly find those split entities, even if she has the consciousness of the mother nest, because the split entities want to hide.

Even if you can sense the general location, it is still a very troublesome thing to go and find them one by one.

In the process of controlling all sorts of people to deal with the split personality, Fukie also discovered how powerless ordinary people are when facing themselves.

A few simple words can twist their will and drive them insane.

This efficiency is clearly not keeping up with the rate at which the splitting organisms are further dividing.

Therefore, in order to better achieve her goals, Fu Jiang began to target political figures and high-ranking officials.

However, controlling and influencing these people is much more difficult than controlling ordinary people, especially political and military figures.

Some are even entirely political beings, to whom one's own charisma has negligible influence.

He was even killed by the other party several times because of this. If he hadn't deliberately controlled himself and not exposed his regeneration ability, he probably wouldn't have been far from being captured and dissected.

And Kiwa Arima was one of the forces that he had personally supported in order to achieve this goal.

"Huh? You're supporting a politician?"

Seeing Uta Kasyapa's shock, Fukie turned his head to the side and began to massage his cervical spine.

“Supporting him is not as complicated as you think. Apart from a very few exceptions, power-for-sex transactions are very common in political circles.”

"All I need to do is find a suitable woman, lure her into taking my cells, and she will possess some of my charm and naturally be under my control."

"Then, by using this woman to further gain leverage over those executives, wouldn't that be an effective way to rise through the ranks quickly?"

"hiss"

Fukie's explanation left Uta Kasyapa speechless for a moment. Thinking about it, it made sense, since the real world is not a story with extremely fragmented and limited information.

Fukie possesses a twisted charm that is almost unsolvable for ordinary people, as well as the ability to regenerate with infinite tolerance for mistakes.

Anyone with a modicum of sense could not possibly be just a mindless, decorative object who only knows how to create fear and enjoy killing and terror.

In a sense, if this world didn't have supernatural powers, Fu Jiang could truly destroy it if she wanted to.

"You seem surprised that I would do this? I thought you had already thought of it."

"."

I'm sorry, I've always underestimated you. I thought you were just a twisted woman who, because you couldn't die and suffered so much, had become obsessed with taking revenge on society.

"So, Kiwa Arima is currently under control?"

"No, but his current wife is also his biggest backer. I have basically taken control of the Inoue family, where Inoue Saori lives."

"."

Seeing that Utakayo remained silent, Fue bent down and greedily devoured him for a while.

After a long while, he wiped away the transparent trace from the corner of his mouth with his finger.

So, do you need me to support you?

Snapped!
She slapped away Fu Jiang's hand, which was sliding down her lower abdomen, and then grabbed her breasts and pushed her away.

"Speak properly, and don't do anything reckless!"

(End of this chapter)