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

Fang Zuo placed the statue of Jesus in front of Fei Guangli.

"This is in your hall, remember this?"

"Of course I remember. We brought it back from the United States when we were still Catholics." Fei Guangli nodded.

"What is the serial number of your statue? Do you remember?"

"Remember, 5351." Fei Guangli said affirmatively.

"Correct." Fang Zuo nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, this statue should be holding a large cross in its hand."

"Yes," said Fei Guangli, "there is indeed one, but I don't know when the cross on my Jesus statue was lost."

"Lost? When was it lost? Does Principal Kimitsu remember?"

Fei Guangli shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't remember. Ever since I converted to Judaism, I no longer pray to the statue of Jesus, so I've kept it in the living room."

"Can't remember? You must remember." Fang Zuo said calmly, "You probably don't know that the murder weapon that killed Teacher Shiratori Yuko was a cross like this, deeply stabbed into the abdomen."

"How about you guess, that cross that was used as the murder weapon is now in the police station's archives. What's its serial number?"

Fei Guangli's face turned pale and her whole body was cold.

"...5...351?" she said tremblingly.

"You're right, Principal Fei Guangli. The two sets of numbers are exactly the same. You should know what this means." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "That's why I said your matter is serious."

Fei Guangli seemed to be struck by lightning and stood there motionless.

His eyes lost their luster and his mind went blank.

Of course she knew what that meant.

Although he will not be arrested immediately, he will definitely not be able to escape the suspicion of being a murderer.

You may be summoned and detained at any time, and may even need bail to leave the police station.

"But I...but I really didn't kill anyone." Fei Guangli said blankly.

Suddenly, he lifted the blanket and excitedly hugged Fang Zuo's legs, shaking them constantly.

"I really didn't kill anyone, Fang Zuojun, you have to believe me, I really didn't, you have to believe me."

"I believe you, but it's useless." Fang Zuo touched his chin. "Police officers rely on evidence. Of course, this alone may not be enough to convict you, but have you ever thought about this?"

"Since this thing happened to appear at the crime scene and became the murder weapon, then perhaps more evidence will slowly emerge."

Fei Guangli was so excited that she was incoherent: "Help me, Fang Zuojun, please help me."

"It's Shinmura Akira. It must be her. She framed me."

"She was jealous of me because I ended the relationship between the three of us, and Shiratori Yuko was determined to get married, violating the vow we four made not to marry."

"So she wants to frame me, that must be it."

"They are the only two people who have come to my house. No one else has come."

"If anyone can take the cross, it must be these two. If Shiratori Yuko is dead, it must be Niimura Akira."

"You don't know how great her needs are. Her own physical strength is simply not enough to satisfy her."

Seeing that Fang Zuo didn't say anything, she couldn't help but hug Fang Zuo tightly.

I no longer care about how empty my hollow suspender bra is.

Two lumps of snow-white flesh hung down, swaying left and right as she moved.

When kneeling, the slightly plump waist and buttocks are clearly visible.

"Please, Fang Zuojun, help me, please. You must be able to find a way."

Fei Guangli raised her little face, her eyes full of tears and pleading.

"It's very simple." Fang Zuo's words gave Fei Guangli hope.

Eyes wide open.

"Find evidence that you were not at the scene at the time of the crime, that is, witnesses who were at the park during the time you were avoiding the cameras."

"As long as you can find it, you can clear your suspicion."

Fei Guangli's eyes, which had been ignited with hope, dimmed again.

"But the park is so big, where can I find someone who saw me?"

Fang Zuo touched his chin and saw that there were quite a few groups of little golden-haired bikers hanging around in the nearby business district.

The last time we caused trouble, it was at Tsubaki Sannomiya's shop, not far from the park.

"Give me your phone." Fang Zuo took Fei Guangli's phone and entered the address.

"Go find this woman. She has many subordinates in this business district. Maybe she can help you find a witness."

"If you can't find it, then you can only hope that the police will find new clues."

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In the dormitory of Tokyo Women's University.

Momonogi Kana woke up irritably.

The purple swelling on the chest has finally subsided a little.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, her snow-white legs kept shaking.

I don't know why today, I just can't sleep.

There is still no clue about the mission.

I explored many places nearby, but there was no information at all.

In this strange hometown, I don’t have a single friend.

I have a lot of things in my mind and I want to talk to someone, but I don’t know who to talk to.

She suddenly thought of the uncle in her dream.

At least he could still talk to himself.

It’s better than being alone and sulking now.

Momonogi Kana lay back on the bed.

It’s better to get some sleep.

Maybe the uncle in the dream will appear again.

Fang Zuo was meditating on the rooftop, observing the situation at Tokyo Women's University.

Shenmuli was sleeping soundly.

A black sexy lace nightgown makes her pure face look even more charming.

And Momonogi Kana got up and fell asleep again.

Fell asleep and got up again after a while.

It looks like a lot of thought has gone into it.

He kept mumbling about the mission.

What is the origin of this mysterious woman?

As for the one who just said goodbye, Hibiki Mitsuki.

He didn't think that Kimitsu Li was the murderer, nor did he think that she wasn't.

When it comes to evil gods, it is difficult to judge using normal murder logic.

As long as these women are contaminated by the evil spirit, it would not be surprising if any of them is the murderer.

What other reason is needed to sacrifice a human being?

That Shinmura Jing?

Is she the murderer?

I remembered the text message she sent me not long ago, inviting me to have dinner at her place again.

It seems that this woman is really hungry.

He also sent a selfie.

The meaning is too obvious.

A face full of spring

The red bra straps in the low-cut top look like sexy lingerie.

Then let’s go and see what she cooks tomorrow.

Chapter 121 The Sexy Lady Hachikatsu

Late at night.

Fang Zuo swallowed the faint moonlight, which was better than nothing.

The spiritual energy is somewhat interesting.

Momonogi Kana tossed and turned for half the night and finally fell asleep.

at last.

A small vortex appeared at the spiritual platform.

A trace of Fang Zuo's soul followed in.

His eyes turned.

Something is wrong with this little world.

The world combination is very stable.

Fang Zuo noticed it as soon as he entered.

Compared to the world today.

The several small worlds of Momonogi Kana mentioned above are like children playing house.

The world today has evolved from an incomparable flourishing of incense.

Vast and solid.

Compared with the completeness of this world, the small world in front is like a small container.

It breaks with a poke.

This world is located in an unknown Gothic building, and everything inside is decorated like a Christian church.

Mottled plaster statue.

Old metal statue.

Huge portraits of the Twelve Apostles are placed on both sides.

Various European candlesticks were scattered on the ground.

At the deepest part of the building, a huge metal door was closed.

'Tatttatt.'

In the empty building, there were the sounds of high heels.

A small figure was walking towards the gate with graceful steps.

Momonogi Kana.

Although she was wearing a completely unfamiliar outfit, Fang Zuo recognized her at first sight.

The hair was changed to short silver hair.

Wearing a black hairpin.

She was wearing a black European-style ceremonial miniskirt, and her pair of round, plump, and slender long legs were wrapped in black stockings.

She wore a pair of black high-heeled boots.