Chapter 202: Busy Night for Women

As soon as Sakura Kurumi walked out of the Spiritual Dispute Meeting, the old councillor kept asking her whether the master who upgraded the spiritual tools had returned to Japan.

After hearing Sakura Kurumi's negative answer, the old man sighed in disappointment and left with his head down.

After leaving the Imperial Palace, the beautiful woman from the Reiwa Society sent her a message, asking Sakura Kurumi not to leave yet and to come to her living room, as she had a few words to say to her.

This made Yingkong Kurumi a little confused.

The beautiful woman's living room was in a small attic next to the Imperial Palace Gardens.

Sakura Kurumi walked in. The first floor was decorated very simply, with everything made of solid wood. Apart from tatami and some knives, the rest of the place was in black and white, which made it seem a bit depressing.

When you come to the second floor, you will see that the entire wall is painted red, and various warm colors are used to decorate the modern style, going to the other extreme.

The beautiful woman was drinking a glass of red wine. One of the bottles of red wine on the table was empty, and the other bottle was also half empty.

"Hello, Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall, you're here." The beautiful woman lay on her side on the sofa, wrapped in a nightgown with small floral patterns.

A pair of white, smooth and plump legs had long since gotten rid of the youthful lines and now lay in a twisted shape on the sofa.

Half of her plump buttocks were exposed at the base of her thighs. The nightgown was so tight against her buttocks that there was no trace of underwear, and even the string of her thong was not visible.

Her long hair was draped over the back of the sofa, and she looked at Sakura Kurumi with slightly blurry eyes from drinking.

"Mr. Congressman." Sakura Kurumi nodded: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Just call me Bai Huizi, it's no big deal." Bai Huizi raised her head and drank the red wine in one gulp: "If that little thing Takasuke Senma offends you, please don't take it to heart. He inherited the family's Shuten Douji Shikigami. Although he is a little arrogant, he sometimes makes some excessive actions because he can't stand Shuten Douji's trickery."

Yingkong Kurumi smiled noncommittally: "Your Excellency, you are worrying too much. He helped me a lot when I was handling the case."

Baihuizi nodded, stretched out her white legs, and the greasy flesh at the roots of her thighs trembled slightly.

Soft, smooth, crispy and full of feminine charm.

"The old man didn't brag today. The Jiujiu School can be said to be an organization of Feng Shui masters employed by the royal family. They have accompanied the entire Japanese history for thousands of years until today. It is best not to offend them unless it is absolutely necessary." Bai Huizi picked up the wine glass and stood up from the sofa: "Although the entire power system in Japan has undergone very big changes, there is no doubt that this organization is powerful and mysterious. In the past hundred years, it has even competed with the Feng Shui masters of China. Not only Feng Shui, but their magic is also far superior to the Onmyoji of Japan."

Yingkong Kurumi nodded. The old Taoist's magic was indeed not from the Onmyoji system. She had only seen that kind of water curtain technique on her man.

Yingkong Kurumi smiled and said, "I know these people are used to being arrogant. If I don't show some more pride, how can these people respect me? I'm not so stupid as to make enemies with them for no reason."

"It's good that you understand, Director Sakura Kurumi. Your youth, strength, and even your beauty have long been noticed by many forces hidden underwater. The current situation in the world is too complicated. There may be major changes in the next thousand years. You'd better be careful." After saying that, Bai Huizi poured another glass of red wine and drank it all. She raised the glass to Sakura Kurumi: "Would you like a glass? The wine from Hull Manor in Italy is pretty good."

"No, I don't drink." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "It seems that the councillor is not in a good mood."

"When will things get better?" Bai Huizi laughed.

"I have a question, Mr. Councillor." Sakura Kurumi asked, "What is the ancient bloodline that Haneda Michihiro mentioned?"

"Do you understand Chinese? How much do you know about China?" Bai Huizi was silent for a while, and without waiting for Yingkong Kurumi to answer, she continued: "The more Onmyoji reaches our level, the more they know the horror of the next door. We will encounter a problem that can never be solved."

"Self-awareness and identification?" Sakura Kurumi answered quickly.

"Yes, the fact that you can realize this shows that you have a deep understanding of Yin-Yang magic." Bai Huizi finished two bottles of red wine, which made her very hot. She tore off her floral nightgown and let it fall to the ground.

A short skirt with thin shoulder straps showing, and no bra.

The lines of the collarbone and neck are very beautiful.

The fat is still white and tender.

The hem of the skirt just covers the top of the thighs.

"When you reach a certain level and find it difficult to break through, and you find that what you have learned is actually a detour from China, you will fall into a state of confusion where you are very proud of your native land, but also extremely envious of them. This is a kind of denial of self-cognition and uncertainty of self-identity." Bai Huizi smiled bitterly and said, "This is called cognitive impairment."

"So, Japan has always had a thought that they are eager to wipe out the neighbors. Only when they no longer exist, it will naturally prove that we are the best. Then all obstacles will no longer exist, and we will naturally be able to move to a higher level."

"Is the Jiujiu Sect such an organization?" asked Yingkong Kurumi.

"You can say yes, but you can also say no." Bai Huizi shook her head: "Do you know Chinese?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded: "I know a little."

Bai Huizi looked at Yingkong Kurumi in surprise, and then said: "Do you know the pronunciation of the Chinese word 'Qin'? Isn't it very similar to the pronunciation of the surname Haneda? Strictly speaking, the origin of the surname Haneda comes from the pronunciation of the word 'Qin'."

"This organization believes that they are the descendants of Xu Fu, a Chinese immortal from the Qin Dynasty, who brought 3,000 boys and girls to Japan. Haneda is the descendant of the 3,000 boys and girls with the surname 'Qin'."

"They think they are the bloodline of the Qin Dynasty. They think their bloodline can inherit everything next door."

“They look down on the native Japanese, but are also jealous of the heritage and orthodoxy next door.”

"They sound like some pathetic idiots with wild ideas." Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"Hush, be careful about your words and actions, don't underestimate them." Bai Huizi said, "At least they have caused a lot of trouble to the other party in the field of Feng Shui, and they almost succeeded a few times."

"Thank you very much, Councillor, for clearing up my doubts and reminding me." Yingkong Kurumi said noncommittally: "If there is nothing else, I will go back to the Security Department first."

"Call me Baihuizi from now on." Baihuizi nodded with a smile, and took a step to see Yingkong Kurumi off. It seemed as if a crimson butterfly was flying under her skirt.

As soon as Yingkong Kurumi returned to the police station, she saw Feng Dielian coming back with evidence.

A warrior helmet from the Warring States Period. The word "Ping" is clearly visible in the middle of the helmet.

At the same time, several section chiefs of the National Security Bureau also sent back messages, reporting that the National Security Bureau had handled a large number of supernatural cases tonight, as well as several cases of people being killed by evil spirits. After their subordinates investigated the source, they found that they all came from construction sites across Tokyo.

After a team search, just like Feng Dielian, they found many vengeful spirits at the construction site.

The team killed the evil spirits and completed the search. The evidence they submitted was all Warring States weapons and armor engraved with the word "Ping".

"Are these the things of the ghost soldiers under Taira no Masakado?" Sakura Kurumi frowned and recounted the news she got from the spiritual meeting.

"It seems that what the old man said is true. The four qi of Taira Masakado's seven tombs leaked into the earth veins, causing ghost soldiers to appear in construction sites all over Tokyo." Sakura Kurumi sat at her desk with a serious expression: "As for other vengeful spirit incidents, the density is so high, it seems that it is not simply because of the full moon night. Perhaps there is some force we don't know about that is driving it."

"That means the three American officers died just like everyone else, they were infected by evil spirits at the construction site." Feng Dielian's delicate face showed some doubts: "Why do I feel it's not that simple?"

"You're right. I looked at the information on construction site ghosts provided by other section chiefs, and there are some obvious differences with the case you're in charge of." Yingkong Kurumi said while flipping through the case information: "How could these three officers be the only ones with the same background and identity at the construction site where they died? And in other case files, the people who died were all front-line workers on the construction site, and these three officers sat in the office all year round, so how could they be infected with ghosts?"

"That is to say, although the leakage of Taira Masakado's death energy caused the flood of evil spirits on the construction site, there are still some special reasons for the deaths of the three American officers." Feng Dielian thought about it and turned to leave Yingkong Kurumi's office.

"Where are you going?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

"I'll go look at all the buildings that the U.S. military and the United States have built in Tokyo over the past few decades, as well as various business activity materials and related murder cases." Feng Dielian turned around and said, "We can always find some similar clues if it's really the same as we guessed."

"Not bad, you are becoming more and more like the deputy director of the Security Bureau." Yingkong Kurumi smiled and looked at Feng Dielian with a playful look on her face: "These days of training you have not been in vain."

"Tsk, don't even think about glorifying and humiliating my actions." Feng Dielian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi with disdain and turned away.

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Yokota Air Base in Tama, Tokyo, Japan.

In the office of Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp.

"Ms. Saeko, how is it going? Have you found the cause of death of the three American soldiers?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp was lying in his office chair with a tired face, his legs raised high on the desk.

When he saw Saeko coming in, his eyes lit up. He stared at Saeko at the door from a distance, but his gaze was expressionless. He looked at her small face, a traditional beauty of the Showa era, and her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings.

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"We have found the reason, General." Saeko said with a smile, "But I don't think it's that simple. What's wrong? General, your face doesn't look good. Did something happen?"

"You figured it out." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp said with a wry smile, "Didn't you see the news? An intercontinental rocket was recently launched next door. Not only am I in trouble, but America's allies around the world are also in trouble. At least I can still sleep, but those people above me probably can't even sleep."

"That shouldn't make you feel so bad, right? Washington does have its own people, and their number far exceeds theirs." Saeko said in surprise, "Even Britain, France, and Russia have quite a few."

"You don't understand military affairs, and you don't know the latest situation." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp sighed: "On November 1, 2023, the launch of the US Minuteman 3 land-based intercontinental missile failed and exploded over the Pacific Ocean.

"2023-11-18, the French M51.3 submarine-launched intercontinental missile failed to launch."

"2024-1-30, the British Trident 2 submarine-launched intercontinental missile crashed into the sea and failed."

"Just a few days ago, the Russian RS28 Sarmat land-based intercontinental missile launch failed."

"And the only successful one next door is an old model from 25 years ago. Do you think these people can sleep well?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp said with a wry smile: "This makes my military exercises of more than 30 warships, which I have been ordered to organize, a joke in an instant."

"Ms. Saeko, I have a soldier's premonition that this world will soon become unfamiliar to all of us, so I can only rely on you. If we win on the battlefield of religion, there may still be a glimmer of hope."

"But I am just a nobody, General." Saeko sighed, "These matters will naturally be taken care of by Washington and the Pope."

"You're right." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp perked up. "By the way, why did Ms. Saeko come to my place so late at night?"

"I came here to get the general's permission to let me check the historical data left by the US military base over the years." Saeko said with an unusually serious expression: "I suspect that the deaths of those three people are not that simple. If I remember correctly, there is a case in the religious records that should be able to corroborate with the data from the US military base."

"If I really guessed it right, I'm afraid the other party will guess it right too. I must pass this information back to the bishop as soon as possible so that they can make preparations for the follow-up."

"What? Does this matter involve the history of the US military stationed in Japan? Miss Saeko, which general's era do you want to review?" Lieutenant General of the Air Force Rich Rupp put his feet down from the desk, picked up a pen and paper to sign the order, and looked up and asked.

"MacArthur, a five-star general of the United States." Saeko said, "The true emperor of Japan after the end of World War II."

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Shiraishi Nagimitsu still didn't get to sleep alone as she wished.

Not long after Shiraishi Mei was sent to Oda Yui's room, Oda Yui came over pitifully, holding a pillow.

"After my aunt fell asleep, I don't know what she dreamed about that made her kick me off the bed." Oda Yui said angrily. She was so sleepy that she climbed to the other side of the bed, smelled the scent of Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and fell asleep without even turning off the lights.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned off the headlights, turned on a small reading light, and looked at the sleeping Oda Yui. She was still a little worried about Shiraishi Mei.

This sister who had been causing trouble everywhere since she was a child was also destined to be a victim of the family like herself.

Fortunately, I climbed up to the position of congressman a few years ago and finally saved her.

But she suddenly disappeared overnight, and when she came back this time, she was surrounded by all kinds of mysterious auras.

He refused to say anything no matter how you asked.

What kind of organization did she join? What on earth was she doing? Shiraishi Nagiko sighed.

never mind.

Even if the sky falls, I have my own man.

I hope this sister doesn't exaggerate too much.

Fang Zuo didn't know that so many things happened that night.

Hebei Caiying was in her arms, her face flushed, and from time to time she raised her little face to ask the man for a kiss.

But his skills were very awkward. He could neither tease nor be roundabout. He could only be attacked passively. He would lose in the kiss and breathe heavily.

soon.

The demon spirit, which had not yet refined the Tengu's soul, became exhausted again and fell into a deep sleep again.

Fang Zuo put her back in the room and went to Tokyo Women's University.

Little girl Nagano Rei is not in her room so late.

In the distance, there were loud fist sounds in the sky near the arena. It seemed that Zhang Benhe was practicing something with her.

Momoki Kanonai was sleeping soundly on the pillow with her eyes closed, her red lips slightly parted, and occasionally she uttered a few vague words in her sleep.

Tiny ripples were rippling in the nearby space.

Fang Zuo expanded his spiritual consciousness and entered her space.

(End of this chapter)