Chapter 150 Murder

"What? The person 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.

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 arise in my heart.

No matter what, in the most helpless and dark moments, 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?" Sakura 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 your presence, although you were smart enough to cover your face."

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

She has seen countless criminal suspects crying, swearing, and 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 policeman for so many years, you should know that the police force will not wrongly accuse anyone." Feng Dielian opened her red lips slightly and smiled gently.

"It's only 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 calmly:

"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 Dielian before he could even start talking.

"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 ask me to apply for a wanted order." Feng Dielian turned around and waved: "Alright, pack up."

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

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

"Goddess, do you need Shinto to mediate?" The great priest Tomohiko looked at Sakura Kurumi who was keeping her head down and saying, "Even if you did this, we can protect you. Not to mention that they framed you and the one who died was nothing more than a director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"It's a pity 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 you can come to the shrine to serve the gods, Your Excellency the Goddess."

"Moreover, I think this matter is very complicated. It is definitely not just aimed at you, but also at Shintoism."

"No, thank you very much, Mr. Youshihiko." Sakura Kurumi raised her head and smiled brightly: "This little false accusation is not a problem for me. I have a strong backing."

Strong backing?

The great priest Tomohiko was stunned for a moment, then he immediately understood and smiled kindly.

What a good kid with a strong sense of belonging. He took Shintoism as his home so quickly.

"What is the goddess going to do?" The chief priest Dai Youyouhiko asked curiously, "Does she need the help of Shintoism to find evidence?"

"Evidence?" Yingkong Kurumi showed a bright and confident smile: "All the evidence is in the hands of the other party. Even if I produce new evidence, it will be overturned immediately."

"What does the goddess mean?"

"Stay here." Sakura Kurumi stretched lazily: "Stay here, is there a room? Master Youyouhiko, I want to rest for a while."

"Of course, Goddess, please follow me."

Feng Dielian stepped out of the door and stopped.

"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 Dielian whispered to the subordinate beside him, "Report to the cabinet and the Religious Dissent Council immediately and say that Deputy Sakura Sora Kurumi refused to be arrested in Meiji Shrine and showed 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, and if a strong arrest is needed, request support from the armed forces stationed in Tokyo."

"At the same time, please complete all the formalities for the arrest warrant first, and apply for an arrest warrant whenever something goes wrong."

"Hi!" the subordinate replied.

Inside Sensō-ji Temple.

A large funeral was taking place.

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

This matter has not been announced to the public.

But the entire Sensō-ji Temple and Tokyo's Onmyoji family 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 the Meiji Shrine and refused to come out, resisting the arrest by the Inspection Committee.

Even Feng Dielian, another beauty in the police force, went in but was unable to bring Yingkong Kurumi out.

Sakura Kurumi's reluctance to turn herself in 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 Opposition Council.

Inside Sensoji Temple in Tokyo.

A huge funeral was held.

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

He twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands and chanted the sutras for the afterlife.

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 and silently recited 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 passing of Takeda Taifu was this old man.

The director of the Security Bureau was none other than Omori Masaru's junior fellow who had been personally trained by Omori.

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 the power pie of Sensō-ji Temple in Tokyo by a large piece.

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

"Da Senzheng 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 cooperation, but the Wind and Thunder Sect has already made such a great sacrifice and placed a huge bet." Omori was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his back to the figure, chanting Buddhist mantras, and said lightly: "I hope your Ashiya family will not let me down."

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

"You have made a profit at Sensoji Temple 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."

"Moreover, 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."

"This one is yours now."

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

Omori took the cloth bag with slightly trembling hands.

Ashiya Dosan laughed faintly, slowly stepped back, and his figure disappeared 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 did not 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 not last for more than a few years before collapsing."

"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 died a worthy death."

Omori was reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed.

Inside the House of Representatives' Office of Internal Affairs.

Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima rubbed his brows as he looked at the report just sent by Feng Dielian.

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.

Many people took advantage of this incident to make a lot of demands.

Why is it that Sakura Sora Kurumi, whom I have always been optimistic about, has 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 Society for me and ask them to send someone to accompany me to the Meiji Shrine."

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Night falls.

The outer perimeter of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

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

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

Parked the machine aside.

Feng Dielian looked around, threw a few darts to interrupt the camera's line, and then jumped over the wall outside the Meiji Shrine.

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

After a brief underground escape to bypass the security system of the Meiji Shrine, Feng Dielian arrived at several courtyard guest rooms behind the main hall.

Sensing the movements in these guest rooms.

Determine the target, then jump onto the roof.

He formed a seal once more and disappeared into the night.

Sakura Kurumi sat on the tatami bored.

The delicate little face was sulking.

snort.

The bad guy didn't even answer my video call. He must be doing something bad.

Yingkong Kurumi made faces, took a few selfies and sent them to Fang Zuo.

I got bored again.

Why haven't the higher-ups come to find me yet? They will definitely not allow conflicts between the government and Shintoism to occur.

This was a jointly set trap, and if he easily followed the woman named Feng Dielian back, he would be controlled.

No matter how much evidence you present, it will be easily taken away or even destroyed.

Everything is done to a dead end.

It's useless no matter who comes.

Having been a policeman for so many years, how could I not know these people's methods?

The world today is no longer the era of imperial power, with crushing from top to bottom, but a world where various forces and departments are linked together.

A complex composition of tiger, bug, stick and chicken.

You can eat me, I can eat him.

Yingzora Kurumi was very satisfied as she scrolled through the selfie photos she had just taken on her phone.

A smile appeared on his lips.

I selected a few more photos that I liked and sent them to the bad guy.

Then he stood up, slowly walked out of the guest room and came to the small courtyard behind the room.

The courtyard imitates the Chinese style, with landscape rocks, flowing water, red carp, and green trees. Yingkong Kurumi took a few more photos of herself in kimono under the moonlight.

Walking casually beside a huge rock that decorates the landscape.

Suddenly, the [Shikigami: Kaguya Touma] on the earlobe glowed, dripping with tassel light.

The little hands make a seal.

[Boundary: Sakura Night Fire]

A small dark purple arc envelopes the decorative boulder.

Imprisoning all the power in the barrier.

The cherry blossoms turned into black flames, spinning and dancing around the boulder.

"Which ninja department are you from?" Sakura Kurumi sneered, the flying cherry flames illuminating her little face with divine beauty: "Don't you know that my mother is from the Fuma clan?"

The boulder slowly disappeared.

Feng Dielian's slim figure and delicate little face are revealed.

The leather jacket fits the curves of the body tightly.

The gorgeous cherry flames within the barrier were constantly hitting her body.

Feng Dielian had no time to talk. She was making hand seals, gritting her teeth, and releasing a faint blue spiritual power to resist.

But the cherry fire was getting more and more, and it was difficult to sustain the spiritual power mobilized throughout the body.

His hair was all wet and stuck to his face as if he had just taken a shower.

Under the light of the cherry fire, beads of sweat on the smooth forehead gathered into strands of silver threads and flowed into the black leather jacket.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled, as if she knew how Fengdielian felt: "Is it like being in a steam bath house under the leather jacket?"

"Is your underwear soaked? By the way, Captain Fengdielian, are you wearing a thong or your normal underwear today?"

"It's better to use a thong, otherwise it's really uncomfortable to stick to your skin."

Yingkong Kurumi took small steps with interest and went behind Feng Dielian.

Looking at the round and plump buttocks inside the black leather pants, they were still trembling slightly with the rapid movement of seals.

"It looks like she's wearing a thong." Yingkong Kurumi smiled with her hands covering her mouth, and suddenly thought of something: "Take a picture and show it to the bad guy, he will definitely like it."

After saying that, an evil smile appeared on his little face.

He picked up his phone and started taking pictures of the buttocks.

Then I slid and looked at the effect of the photo.

Yingkong Kurumi frowned and shook her head: "It doesn't look good, the photo won't turn out well, let me help you take off your clothes."

After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly.

Dozens of cherry blossom flames suddenly grew larger, then faded away, turning into metallic cherry blossoms glowing black.

Accelerate suddenly.

'Squeak, squeak, squeak.'

Rapid rotation.

It pierced into Feng Dielian's blue spiritual power shield, and then continued to tear holes in her leather jacket.

Just a few strokes.

The black leather jacket lost its support and slid down my sweaty skin.

Revealing her already wet light blue underwear and thong.

Fitting the slender body, it looks like a pair of see-through stockings or a thin flesh-colored lace.

The skin is clearly visible.

The buttocks looked increasingly round and full, with the thong strap sunk so deep into them that it was nowhere to be seen.

Everything looks like silk fabric as thin as a cicada's wing, set against the honey-colored skin, full of seductive sexiness.

(End of this chapter)