People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Shinmura Jing shook his head: "Mr. Fang Zuo, is it okay if I don't tell you?"

"Of course, this is your privacy." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Then tell me about the clues to the case."

Akira Niimura nodded, stood up and walked into the room.

He took out a diary from the room and handed it to Fang Zuo.

"Me, Teacher Shiratori Yuuko, and Principal Kimitsu Li, we've actually known each other for a long time."

"We studied together in Los Angeles, USA, although at different universities. However, we were both Japanese and Christians. We later met through church services."

"We are all Japanese living in a foreign land, so naturally our relationship is much better than that of other church members."

"As long as we're not in class, we eat and play together."

"Later, because of her husband's reasons, Kimitsu returned to Japan and managed Tokyo Women's University with her husband."

"Later on, Ms. Shiratori Yuko and I returned one after another and were invited by Kimitsu-ri to teach at Tokyo Women's University."

Fang Zuobei listened and flipped through the diary briefly. There were not many written records in the diary, but there were many photos.

Most of them are collaborations between Yuko Shiratori, Akira Niimura and Riki Kimitsu.

The backgrounds of the photos were all taken in the United States.

Fang Zuo noticed that some of the photos had been cut out a lot.

Either it's along the line next to Yuko Shiratori or along the line next to Rikiko Kimitsu.

It was obviously a human figure.

"Teacher Shinmura Jing, please interrupt me and ask who was cut off?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"This is another friend of Wumei's, called Tomigen Nako. She has a bit of a strange temper and has been estranged from us for many years." Shinmura Jing said, "So we cut her off."

"Sorry, please continue." Fang Zuo nodded.

"In the first few years after I came back, we had a good relationship and would often go to church and play together."

"Later, our relationship became a little bad because of some things."

Shinmura Jing sighed, feeling a little sad.

Even she lamented like this.

Fang Zuo could still feel a pair of delicate feet in flesh-colored stockings rubbing against the side of his foot intentionally or unintentionally under the table.

It's clearly a tease.

For a moment, I looked at her melancholy expression and the provocative movements of her lower body.

Fang Zuo couldn't tell whether this was an act or it was really his nature.

Shinmura Jing bit his lower lip and continued, "Later, the three of us had a deep talk."

"But after all, the relationship can't go back to the way it was before."

"So, we decided to have a gathering once a month to continue our relationship."

Shinmura Jing reached out and took the diary, and gently rubbed Fang Zuo's palm with the back of her hand.

Fang Zuo didn't feel anything much.

I just felt that her hands were much smaller, even smaller than Kimitsu Li's.

After all, it's normal for her to be petite.

However, Shinmura Jing herself felt a little unnatural and just rubbed her palm slightly against Fang Zuo's.

She was so excited that her legs trembled under the table.

Shinmura Jing took a deep breath.

Turn to the end of the diary.

The next ten or so pages are a printed calendar.

A Friday is chosen for each month and circled in red.

Shinmura Jing's slender finger pointed to the last red circle.

"The day before yesterday, when Shiratori Yuko died, was the day of our reunion. I didn't go due to special reasons, but Kimitsu Li did. I can confirm that."

Fang Zuo touched his chin: "How can you be sure that she went?"

Shinmura Akira nodded and said, "Sure, you may not understand the friendship between the three of us, but if nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely go, and Shiratori Yuko also texted me."

Shinmura Jing said this and took out his cell phone to show Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo made a stroke.

In the conversation between Yuko Shiratori and Akira Niimura.

Apart from being a little dissatisfied with Akira Niimura's inability to come, it was indeed mentioned that Riki Hime was on the way.

"Can I ask why you didn't go?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Because... because I have an ex-boyfriend who has been pestering me for a long time." Shinmura Jing said hesitantly, "If Fang Zuojun doesn't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage from the cafe near Tokyo Women's University. He and I were negotiating that night for a long time."

"After it was over, I returned home. The surveillance cameras in the apartment building should also have recorded my return."

"Can I ask you one more question? Why did you break up with your ex-boyfriend?"

When Fang Zuo asked this, Xincun Jing's face turned red instantly.

"Because...because he's not very good in that aspect, he has...defects...and I...so." Shinmura Jing was a little incoherent for a while.

And your demands are too great.

Fang Zuo added in his mind.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Shinmura Jing, for the clue, and thank you for the sushi." Fang Zuo stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll take my leave now."

"Ah, so soon?" Xincun Jing quickly grasped Fang Zuo's arm with her small hand: "Can't we wait a little longer?"

But then he felt it was inappropriate and quickly put it down.

"The sushi you make is delicious. I'll come again." Fang Zuo put on his shoes, turned around and said with a smile, "As long as you invite me again."

Shinmura Jing looked at her hand that had held Fang Zuo's muscles, and looked at the back muscles under Fang Zuo's shirt, her face flushed.

As long as I invite you again...

Fang Zuo video-called Yingkong Kurumi.

After telling her this, she was asked to send someone to a cafe near Tokyo Women's University to retrieve the camera.

At the same time, take a look at the cameras in the apartment where Xincun Jing lives.

and.

Find out the information about Akira Niimura's boyfriend.

There is also a very important woman, Fuyuan Caizi, who is missing in those photos.

"Needless to say, I have a hunch that it must have been done by the woman missing from the photo?" Yingkong Kurumi said decisively.

"Can you rely on intuition for this?" Fang Zuo was stunned. "You, the deputy director of the Security Department, are very careless in your work."

"Oh, that's how it's played out on TV and in novels. A third person shows up behind the scenes, right?" Yingkong Kurumi pouted. "Can't you tell that I'm just being coquettish and teasing you? I'll bite you to death, huh, you bad guy."

She called him a bad guy, put her little mouth close to the camera and kissed it, then hung up the call.

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Inside the martial arts competition arena.

Shen Muli excitedly raised her fist and greeted everyone around her.

She was so happy.

Not only did he defeat everyone in the loser group, he also successfully challenged the defender.

I successfully got one of the three tickets to Tokyo.

Contestants from cities surrounding Tokyo also cheered for her.

I didn't expect a little girl to win so cleanly.

Especially the magical wave punch and the technique of controlling spiritual energy were very exciting.

suddenly.

A man in a sports shirt walked into the venue, raised his right hand and pressed it lightly.

The entire venue fell silent in an instant.

Silence fell.

No martial artist from any Onmyoji family would dare to act recklessly here.

This man is the eldest disciple of the leader and the master of the largest dojo in Tokyo.

Although Zhang Hebenli is just a martial artist.

But his dojo is not inferior to the Onmyoji families in Tokyo.

He earned this reputation with his fists after coming to Tokyo.

The years have passed.

Now, almost all the underground boxing gyms in Kanto are ruled and operated by Zhang Hebenli.

"Hello, this is Miss Kamiki Rei from Omihachiman. My master invites you over."

"Invite me?" Shen Muli was stunned.

Why would such a big shot want to see me?

Shen Muli followed the eldest disciple through many rooms.

Come to the innermost room.

The room was very basic.

There was just a futon and a wooden table.

Sitting cross-legged on the mat was a burly man with a crew cut and wearing a cloth shirt.

And then there are no other modern objects.

Shenmuli looked around and there wasn't even an outlet.

Surprisingly, the lamps on the table are the oldest oil lamps.

Zhang Hebenli, the legendary number one martial artist in Kanto, has practiced so hard that it is terrifying.

Zhang Hebenli opened his eyes with a serious expression.

"Miss Shen Muli, huh? I came to ask you a question. Who taught you how to use luck?"

Shen Muli's heart tightened.

He said warily, "Excuse me, why are you asking this, senior?"

"Oh, this method of luck may have something to do with me." Zhang Hebenli slowly stood up.

A huge shadow slowly rose under the oil lamp, covering Shenmuli's small body.

origin?

Who are you lying to?

Could this be Master’s enemy?

Shen Muli swallowed and said, "This is something my family has passed down from generation to generation. No one taught me."

Zhang Hebenli smiled, and the scar on his face looked extremely hideous.

"Ms. Shenmuli, I want to hear the truth."

"No one really taught me." Shen Muli said firmly.

There is determination on the little face.

Even death.

Nor can you betray your master to your enemy.