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

"It's just killing a few people to scare the interim Prime Minister. It's not a big deal."

"If the Japanese people were truly so brave, they wouldn't be so frightened by two small things..."

Trump put his arm around Elon Musk's shoulders and walked out the door, then waved to his son: "Let's go, Elon, the guests outside are still waiting for us."

"And our hero, my son, you did a great job, you made me proud!!"

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

The two beauties hugged each other tightly.

"Where have you been all these years?" Sakura Kurumi said, holding Chiba Iori's shoulders with both hands.

"I don't want to lie to you." Chiba Iori casually spit out the cigarette in his mouth: "Walnut sauce, I can't tell."

"I came back to Japan because I had a mission, but what made me happy was not the completion of the mission, but meeting you."

"You're doing well, better than I thought. It seems my worries over the years were unnecessary..."

Chiba Iori raised Sakura Kurumi's chin with his index finger and said with a smile, "It's a very prestigious position, beautiful Sakura Kurumi."

"But you've changed..." Yingsong Kurumi didn't ask any further.

Everyone has secrets.

The person he knew and couldn't bear to part with was Chiba Iori, the girl he played with as a child, not her secrets.

Yingkong Kurumi reached out and slapped away Chiba Iori's frivolous index finger, then took a step back and looked him up and down: "You're no longer the Chiba Iori I knew."

"What about the one you know?" Chiba Iori said with a smile, took a step back, and threw his hat casually.

She lifted her long hair with one hand and leaned back, her plain face flushing slightly.

The pink lips were slightly bitten, with a high nose bridge and neatly trimmed eyebrows.

Slender neck and small ears.

A pair of big eyes looked at Yingkong Kurumi with clear eyes.

It looks like a clean stone in a country stream.

It's so clean that it makes people feel pity.

"Is this the Chiba Iori you know?" she said.

Sakura Kurumi did not answer, and the simple and clean Chiba Iori was back again.

Memories of the past kept coming back.

Before Sakura Kurumi could speak.

Chiba Iori put her hair back.

Just a random one.

It's back to the way it was just now.

"Is she the one you want?" Chiba Iori said lightly:

"But I've changed! Nutella, I can't go back. The one you wanted is dead. I killed him with my own hands...

"Now....do you still want me?"

"Yes!!" Sakura Kurumi said without hesitation.

He took a step forward and hugged Chiba Iori tightly.

His chin rested on her small shoulder.

But this time Chiba Iori didn't hug her back, he just said coldly: "What if... I want to kill you? Do you still want it?"

Yingkong Kurumi pushed her away and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Haha..." Chiba Iori smiled and hugged back, patting Yingkong Kurumi's back: "It's just a joke. Look, you're just like when you were little. You can't take a joke."

"You haven't changed in this regard. You just keep talking nonsense." Yingkong Kurumi pinched her mouth: "Sometimes I want to sew your mouth shut."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you have a man?" Chiba Iori said with a smile.

"I got it, I got it. Look how anxious you are." Sakura Kurumi pinched Chiba Iori's face again.

"Really? Be sure to bring it to me before I leave Japan." Chiba Iori turned his head away and broke free from Sakura Sora Kurumi's little hand:

"You agreed to lend it to me...Okay...I'm leaving..."

"Why are you leaving just after we met? Let's go eat something together. Where's your contact information? Where's your LINE?" Sakura Kurumi said with a frown.

"Don't worry, we won't leave Japan so soon." Chiba Iori took a step back, his figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in the distance.

She waved her hand and shouted, "I'll come find you..."

Yingkong Kurumi looked at the person who suddenly appeared and disappeared, and complicated emotions surged in her heart.

"Who is she?" Feng Hualian walked over from behind.

"My childhood friend..." Sakura Kurumi sighed.

"Very impressive..." Feng Hualian frowned as she looked at the invisible figure.

"Well, when she was little, she was smarter than me. She could master any Yin-Yang magic she learned. Later, the whole family moved to the United States." Yingkong Kurumi said sadly: "We haven't seen each other for many years..."

"Director, Deputy Director." Several police officers hurried over and saluted, saying, "Another major case..."

"What's the matter?" Yingkong Kurumi and Fenghua Lian looked at each other.

Too many things have happened recently, and the major Shinto murder case has not been solved yet.

The Morisawa Kana incident happened again.

What case is coming up now?

"Two new cabinet officials have died. One committed suicide, the other from a heart attack. Doctors diagnosed their deaths as natural causes," the officer said. "But the cabinet disagrees. So, please attend a spiritual meeting."

Sakura Kurumi and Kaedeka Ren sighed at the same time.

This troubled winter has no end...

Sakura Kurumi rode a motorcycle and quickly arrived at the royal palace.

There are already quite a few people in the headquarters hall of the Spiritual Dissent Society.

Bai Huizi, dressed in red, and a dozen white-haired old men in kimonos surrounded the two corpses.

Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeki and several cabinet ministers were also in the distance.

The expressions of several cabinet ministers were very bad.

When he saw Yingkong Kurumi come in, he nodded and said hello reluctantly, then hurried out.

"Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall, you've arrived just in time," Bai Huizi said as she came forward, "We've just traced the scene and asked the spirits of the two deceased to release the images they saw seconds before their death."

"Is all this what our Prime Minister asked for?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

Bai Huizi nodded, sighed, and whispered, "You should know the identities of these two deceased people and the political muddy waters involved."

Yingkong Kurumi nodded to show that she understood.

Although I don’t know much about politics, I know that recent events are all related to the game between the three countries.

The Prime Minister had just announced his latest monetary policy.

A newly appointed cabinet finance minister hanged himself at home.

Another incoming ambassador to China unexpectedly died of a heart attack on the street.

Where can I find such a coincidence? !

"It's impossible for two cabinet members to die by such coincidence, and since they're both involved in the new monetary policy, it must be America's doing. There's no doubt about that, but our Prime Minister also hopes to trace the scene." Bai Huizi looked back at the two bodies that had been laid out.

"The other high-ranking Onmyoji from the Reiwa Society have all arrived recently from all over Japan. This resource-intensive event only comes once every few years, and they're wasting it on this..."

"It seems our Prime Minister and cabinet are a bit frightened by this incident..."

"So what were the results of this soul tracing?" Yingkong Kurumi asked, "Are there any problems?"

"That's good to know if there are any problems... We've recorded everything, including nearby surveillance footage." Bai Huizi pointed to the tablet computer next to her: "It's all there, waiting for you to take it to the National Security Bureau for archiving and investigation..."

Yingsora Kurumi walked over, picked up the tablet and opened the storage.

Only seen in the video.

A first-person perspective image appears.

This is in a high-end apartment.

The owner of the perspective had a pair of old hands, slowly tying the rope, stepping onto the stool, and then putting it around his neck.

Then he kicked the stool.

The picture is constantly struggling and shaking.

Then it went dark.

"His vision was very dull before he died. I suspect he was being mind-controlled..." Bai Huizi said, pointing at the screen.

In another video.

The owner of the first-person perspective is walking on the streets of Tokyo.

Suddenly my vision started to blur, the sky was spinning, and then everything went dark in an instant.

"The coroner diagnosed him with a heart problem," Bai Huizi continued, "and the most likely cause of this effect was electric shock..."

The following videos are from various camera angles.

"This is the footage from all the nearby cameras before their deaths. There aren't any suspicious scenes or people," Bai Huizi said with a wry smile. "It was clearly a warning and threat from Washington, but they were so flawless... There's absolutely no suspicious points."

"This is the most terrifying thing, so the Prime Minister and several cabinet members all look very unhappy."

Yingkong Kurumi didn't say anything.

She kept watching the video.

In street video near the second deceased.

She clearly saw the back of a man in work clothes.

That figure had just said goodbye to me and left not long ago...

Is that you...

Chiba Iori.

Yingkong Kurumi said in her heart.

I recalled in my mind the time when I was with Chiba Iori, and her clean and pure appearance with her pigtails.

How can he be compared to the current murderer?

The one you want is already dead...

I killed it with my own hands...

Sakura Kurumi recalled what Chiba Iori said in her mind.

In the Koizumi family villa.

Takigawa Asami took a deep breath.

Smile at yourself in the mirror and cheer yourself up.

She put on a black lace bra that Junichiro Koizumi had given her.

A pair of plump breasts were wrapped in silk as thin as a cicada's wing.

The fine fishing net-like texture was stretched out of shape.

She wore black stockings with suspenders on her lower body.

The suspenders on both sides are tied on both sides of the hip underwear.

The embroidered lace is tied around the plump and smooth thighs.

The black stockings extended from the toes to the top of the thighs, and the tight silk material perfectly outlined the slender and round curves of her legs.

She picked up a black windbreaker and wrapped herself in it, then stepped on a pair of red high heels with her white feet.