1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Speaking of which, the role played by Fujiwara Kaneki among that group of people seems like...

ATM?

He seemed to be paying for all the operations.

After thinking about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

Because, although the Fujiwara family had no power, they were rich, and his parents doted on him and gave him plenty of money.

For Japanese aristocrats of this level, money is really just a number and they have no idea how to spend it.

Seeing his childhood friend remain silent, Saionji Koichi thought he had guessed it right and said angrily:

"Who is threatening you? Okawa or Kita Ikki? I knew these militarists were no good!"

"..."

As soon as Saionji Koichi said this, Fujiwara no Kanezane immediately figured out what he meant.

It seems that this person doesn't think highly of militarism, and the disgust in his tone is completely undisguised...

Try it out again.

Then, Fujiwara Kanezane said vaguely:

"I have no choice. I don't know what I should do, so I can only do something for now..."

Fujiwara Kanezane's words actually refer to his current situation after traveling through time;

But Saionji Koichi seemed to have misunderstood his meaning. His eyes widened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but quickly swallowed it back and changed his words:

"Anyway, don't get involved with those people. I'll teach them a lesson for you... As for what you said about not knowing what to do... well... just heal up quickly, and come find me when you're better."

"..."

Alas?

This is very interesting...

Fujiwara Kanezane pretended to be confused and said:

"What do you mean? What do I want you for?"

"I'll tell you the direction of the future."

After saying this, Saionji Koichi stood up and left.

Not long after, Fujiwara no Kanezane, who had been "visited" for a whole day, also felt extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Almost at the same time, such a voice was heard from the gap in time and space.

"...Cloud map damaged...Starting backup and repair mode..."

"...marked correctly..."

"...mark point error..."

"Isomorphic substitution..."

"Memory synchronization..."

"Database loaded...93.64%..."

"Agent, it's time for you to set off. You must find the commander!"

"...no further explanation needed."

"start up!"

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After Koichi Saionji left, no important figures came to visit the Fujiwara family anymore.

After gathering intelligence all day, communicating with Koichi Saionji, and dealing with his caring "mother", Mark, who was already exhausted, finally had the chance to fall into a deep sleep.

Then, he almost fell into eternal sleep.

Because, around two o'clock in the middle of the night, when he was sleeping soundly, a big black hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the ceiling, and a figure fell down.

"puff!!"

Mark almost vomited blood in his sleep and was immediately awakened.

Was I trampled by an elephant?!

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that there was an indistinct humanoid creature sitting on the quilt at his lower abdomen, staring at him with burning eyes.

? ?

Who the fuck?!

Mark instinctively stretched out his right hand to grab it, but grabbed a soft ball.

Alas?

woman?

What the hell!

woman!

It’s so late at night, could it be one of the maids in the house who wants to use her body to get ahead?

Haven’t you seen any pretty girls during the day?

Especially the teeth, they are so ugly...

But to be honest, this one in front of me is quite round and big, and I can’t hold it in one hand.

However, the force was quite strong and almost broke my waist.

This won't do, girl.

When the woman is on top, she must be careful not to press the man with her body. She should use her waist and legs to exert force, bend her body downwards, and slightly lift her hips to ensure that the penis and vagina are in harmony. By massaging the folds of the vagina, she can give the man a comfortable feeling like a feather caress...

Facing those gleaming eyes, Mark subconsciously teased in Mandarin:

"Girl, please respect yourself. I am a serious person."

As soon as he said it, he knew he had made a mistake.

How can I speak Chinese in front of Japanese people!

However, what he didn't expect was that the woman in the darkness also answered in Mandarin:

"If your hands weren't where they shouldn't be, maybe I would believe it."

Although someone attacked her chest and even rubbed it dishonestly with his fingers, the woman's tone was extremely calm and indifferent, as if no changes could shake her.

".."

Chinese?

And... a slight Hubei accent?

Damn it?

Mark loosened his claws and said warily and confusedly:

"You are chinese?"

He searched Fujiwara Kanezane's memory (he had been to China) and found no one he knew.

The woman did not answer the question, but asked:

"Confirming the information, what's your name?"

"Horse...Fujiwara Kanezane."

"No, I'm asking for your real name."

"...Fujiwara no Kane..."

Before Fujiwara Kanezane could finish his words, the woman suddenly grabbed his neck and her voice became colder:

"Since we're already speaking Chinese, there's no need to hide things from each other, right?"

"..."

At that moment, Mark felt that his fragile cervical vertebrae were almost broken!

This woman is so powerful!!!

Where does such great strength come from in such smooth little hands?

"...cough cough cough....Ma...cough cough cough...Mark..."

"..."

After hearing this answer, the woman let go of him, her voice softened slightly, and she confirmed some personal information again, that it was "Mark" instead of "Fujiwara Kanezane".

No one was stronger than him, so Mark had to tell everything.

If you show the slightest sign of lying, the ruthless iron hand will immediately touch your neck.

I always feel that this woman is very suitable for torture.

Speaking of torture, it seems that there is also a torture expert in the mobile game I play?

what is it call?

Alchemist?

About five minutes later, the woman got all the information she wanted. She paused for a few seconds and muttered:

"The brainwave signals match perfectly...it's indeed the isomer phenomenon caused by space-time collapse..."

What?

Did I hear "brainwaves," "signals," "collapse," and "isomers"?

These words...

Before Mark, whose neck was covered with bruises, could ask, the woman slowly left his body and knelt down beside the quilt in an upright posture. The indifference she had just shown disappeared a little.

"Okay, Mr. Mark, I need to confirm one last piece of information."

"...Please...please go ahead."

"Now, command me."

"Ok??"

Mark scratched his ears, thinking he had heard wrongly:

"What? You...what did you say?"

"I mean, give me an order, anything, please give me an order."

"...Are you the M in the alphabet?!"

"..."

Facing Mark's teasing tone of surprise, the woman sighed:

"The information asymmetry leads to inefficient communication... Never mind..."

After talking to herself, she stood up, reached out and pulled the cord of the light bulb next to her, revealing her full appearance.

Mark couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he finally saw the woman clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

She was at least 1.7 meters tall, with an upright posture, and wore a modified Western-style maid outfit with black and white as the main colors. She had an elegant, self-possessed and calm demeanor.

She wore a white lace maid's headband on her head, with two buns tied together. A strand of black hair was half-lifted on her forehead, covering her left cheek;

The face revealed was so exquisite that it didn't look human, with a bit of a mixture of Eastern and Western races, which made Mark, who was used to seeing beauties on the Internet, lose his mind;

Her armpits were just covered by the raised cuffs of her short sleeves, and the skirt of her dress was so long that only her ankles were visible, but one could initially determine that she was wearing a pair of black leather boots;

This familiar yet unfamiliar woman stood there coquettishly, her small hands in black leather gloves lifting the hem of her skirt to salute, and the big white bow on her back trembled.

"Hello, Mr. Mark."