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

Sakura Kurumi's expression gradually grew serious. "There's the aura of my [Shikigami: Kaguya Touma]? So, you think I killed someone, left a pile of evidence for you, and then came here openly?"

"It's not that we don't want to deal with it, it's that we don't have time to deal with it. Deputy Yingkong Kurumi, there are now three eyewitnesses who saw you arguing with the deceased, then killing the deceased, and escaping here." Fenghua Lian glanced at the Otomo Hiko Palace Master next to him.

Then he said:

"Now, doesn't this just prove that you want to hide under the protection of Shintoism to evade legal sanctions?"

"Captain Fenghualian, I'm giving you one last warning," Daitomo Hiko said coldly. "If you continue to be so presumptuous and frame our goddess with trumped-up charges, I will expel you immediately."

"What a rotten trap." Yingsong Kurumi stood up, took a step forward, and stared at Fenghualian face to face.

Kaedeka Lian stared back at Yingsora Kurumi without avoiding the target.

"My master, is this just a clichéd trap? Losing the gun, framing someone for murder, with irrefutable evidence and witnesses." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "He really wants me to leave this position."

Feng Hualian shook her head sarcastically: "It seems that the extreme discord between you two masters and apprentices is your motive for murder."

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"The deceased is the Chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Takeda Taifu." Kaedeka Lian added, "The master you said wanted to drive you away."

Chapter 150 Maple Flower Love

"What...? The one who was murdered was my master?" Yingsong Kurumi stood there in shock, her mind went blank for a moment, and then countless fragments flashed through her mind.

The master is dead...

Yingkong Kurumi slowly sat down.

This news surprised her greatly.

She had thought that the other party would bring up an important person to increase the weight of the charges, but she never thought it would be Takeda Taifu.

Indescribable complex emotions surged in my heart.

No matter what, when he was most helpless and dark, when he was abandoned by his family, he was the one who gave him some light.

Although we now know that Takeda Taifu's starting point was not so pure.

"How did he die? Where is the crime scene?" Yingkong Kurumi said in a low voice.

"He was shot three times in the brain from behind in Takeda Taifu's office and died."

"By the way, all the cameras at the intersections recorded you, although you were smart enough to cover your face."

"Deputy Director Yingkong Kurumi, if you really didn't do it, why are you afraid to go back with me?" Feng Hualian looked at Yingkong Kurumi's shocked expression and was already used to it.

She has seen countless criminal suspects weeping, swearing, and even cutting their wrists to commit suicide.

so what.

In the end, faced with all the evidence and facts, he still had to admit his guilt.

"Since you are so confident in yourself and have been a police officer for so many years, you should know that the police force will not wrongly accuse anyone." Feng Hualian opened her red lips slightly and smiled gently.

"It's because I've been a police officer for so many years that I know what to do next. You can go back now." Yingkong Kurumi said lightly:

"I will go to your place myself, but not now. Don't worry, I won't run away."

"What are you talking about? How could I let you..." A subordinate next to him was interrupted by Feng Hualian before he could even start speaking.

"I believe you, I believe you will come, and I believe you will not run away, Deputy Yingkong Kurumi, then I will wait for you, don't make me apply for a warrant." Feng Hualian turned around and waved: "Alright, pack up."

Feng Hualian nodded slightly, then turned around and walked out with her back straight and high heels, and the police officers followed.

There were only two people left in the entire main hall of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

"Goddess, do you need Shintoism to mediate?" said the chief priest Daitomohiko, looking at Sakura Kurumi, who lowered her head and remained silent.

"Even if you did this, we can protect you. Not to mention that they framed you and the only person who died was a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department official."

"It's a shame that you won't be able to keep your job, and you won't be able to work in the government anymore. But it's also good that Your Excellency the Goddess can come to the shrine and serve the gods."

"Also, I think this matter is very complicated. It's definitely not just aimed at you, it's probably also aimed at Shintoism."

"No, thank you very much, Mr. Friendly Hiko." Sakura Kurumi raised her head and smiled brightly. "This little false accusation won't faze me. I have strong backing."

Strong backing?

Daitomo Youshihiko was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood and smiled kindly.

What a good kid with a strong sense of belonging, he took Shintoism into his own hands so quickly.

"So what is the goddess going to do?" asked the priest Daitomohiko curiously, "Does she need the Shinto Cult's help in finding evidence?"

"Evidence?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled brightly and confidently. "All the evidence is in their hands. Even if I produce new evidence, it will be immediately overturned."

"What does the goddess mean?"

"Stay here." Sakura Kurumi stretched and said, "Stay here. Is there a room available? Otomo Hiko, I want to rest for a while."

"Of course, Your Excellency the Goddess, please follow me."

Feng Hualian stepped out of the door and paused.

"Captain, do you really believe she will come?" the subordinate asked.

"How is that possible? But what can we do? We cannot conflict with Shintoism without the order of the cabinet." Feng Hualian whispered to the subordinates beside him:

"Immediately report this to the Cabinet and the Reiwa Council, stating that Deputy Sakura Sora Kurumi is resisting arrest within Meiji Jingu Shrine and is showing signs of escaping. He may escape at any time."

"And Shinto's attitude is very clear, which is to protect Sakura Sora Kurumi."

"Ask the higher-ups what we should do. If a forceful arrest is necessary, request support from the armed forces stationed in Tokyo."

"At the same time, please complete all the necessary procedures for the arrest warrant first, and apply for a warrant if there is any problem."

"Hi!" the subordinate replied.

Inside Sensoji Temple.

A large funeral is being held.

Takeda Taifu, a disciple of Sensō-ji Temple and also the chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, was suddenly murdered.

Although this matter has not been announced to the public.

But the entire Sensoji Temple and the Onmyoji family in Tokyo were shocked.

The suspected murderer turned out to be Takeda Taifu's apprentice, the newly promoted deputy director of the department, and also the leader of the special crisis affairs handling team.

Sakura walnut.

She was also a disciple of Sensoji Temple.

What is even more surprising is that Sakura Kurumi is also the new goddess of Shintoism.

Such a complicated background adds some topics to the whole case.

And the latest news is.

Sakura Kurumi hid in Meiji Jingu Shrine and refused to come out, resisting the arrest by the Inspection Committee.

Even Fenghualian, another flower in the police force, went in but was unable to bring Yingkong Kurumi out.

Yingkong Kurumi's reluctance to surrender caused an uproar.

It seems that she is most likely the murderer, otherwise why would she resist arrest?

Sakura Kurumi's refusal to be arrested alarmed the cabinet ministers and the Spiritual Dissent Association.

Inside Sensoji Temple in Tokyo.

A huge funeral was held.

Omori was walking around the coffin slowly, again and again.

He twisted the Buddhist beads in his hands and chanted the sutras for rebirth.

His face was pale and he was so exhausted that even his steps were unsteady.

The people who came to mourn looked at Omori with a sad face, silently reciting sutras for the afterlife.

They seemed to have aged a lot and sighed one after another.

Perhaps the person who was most saddened by the death of Takeda Taifu was this old man.

The director of the Security Bureau was none other than the junior fellow trained by Omori Masaru.

The two of them have gone through so many ups and downs along the way.

What's more, the death of Takeda Taifu has reduced Sensoji's power pie in Tokyo by a large piece.

After reciting the last scripture, Omori was slowly walking back to his meditation room.

"Omori looks very sad." A figure appeared in the corner of the Zen room: "What? Can't bear to part with a useless person who is about to retire?"

"Ashiya Dosan, watch your words. This is our first time working together, but the Wind and Thunder Sect has already made such a huge sacrifice and placed a huge bet." Omori was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his back to the figure, chanting Buddhist mantras and saying lightly:

"I hope you Ashiya family won't let me down."

"Omori is worrying too much. Your two disciples have already solved several evil spirit cases in just a few days, breaking new records." Ashiya Dosan took two steps forward, revealing his face. He was dressed in black and white Onmyoji attire and said with a smile:

"You, Sensoji Temple, have made a profit by exchanging Takeda Taifu, who is already old and about to retire and was impeached and about to step down, for the wind bag of the wind god."

"Furthermore, I promise that as long as Sakura Kurumi is convicted, one of your two apprentices will be transferred back to Tokyo from Kyushu within a year and take back the position of chief minister."

"Now this one is yours now."

Ashiya Dosan took out a small cloth bag with a red lacquer word "wind" written on it and handed it to Omori Masaru.

Omori took the cloth bag with slightly trembling hands.

Ashiya Dosan chuckled faintly, then slowly stepped back, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

"Master, is it really worth doing this?" After Ashiya Dosan left, Master Hongyi walked in from outside the door with a sad look on his face.

"What else can we do if we don't do this?" Da Sen was looking at the wind bag in his hand and shook his head. "For so many years, no matter how much we begged and kowtowed, the Buddha and Bodhisattva didn't respond at all."

"I don't know why they just gave up on us."

"Over the years, several golden statues in the backyard have collapsed. No matter how they are rebuilt, they will collapse within a few years."

"We at Sensoji Temple have no choice but to find a new way out ourselves."

"Now the sacred objects of the God of Wind have all returned to Sensoji Temple. Your uncle Takeda..."

"He...deserved to die."

Omori was reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed.

Inside the House of Representatives' Office of Internal Affairs.

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima rubbed his brows as he looked at the report just sent by Kaedeka Ren.

Shintoism is so defiant of the government's authority and resists law enforcement. If this matter is not handled properly, it will make big news.

At that time, the public and Shinto believers are likely to start a new round of strikes and marches.

They all took advantage of this incident to make a lot of demands.

Why does Sakura Kurumi, whom I have always been optimistic about, have such low political awareness this time?

Why resist arrest?

Is she related to this murder?

He tapped the table slowly and called his assistant.

"Please contact the Spiritual Dissent Association and ask them to send someone to accompany me to Meiji Jingu Shrine."

Night falls.

The outer perimeter of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

Feng Hualian raised her slender right leg and got off the heavy machine.

Still wearing his black leather jacket, he adjusted the gun pouch on his thigh.

Parked the machine aside.

Feng Hualian looked around, threw a few darts to break the camera line, and then jumped over the wall outside Meiji Jingu Shrine.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and disappeared into the courtyard.

After a brief earth escape to bypass the security system of Meiji Jingu Shrine, Fenghua Lian arrived at several courtyard guest rooms behind the main hall.