Chapter 249: Japan's Hell?

Sakura Kurumi took the photo and held it in her hands.

The photo is also of a white woman.

Her facial features are also deep and three-dimensional, and she has long brown hair.

Rose colored bra and panties.

A pair of small arcs.

This set of floral underwear is made of purple hollow lace except for the key parts which are made of pure cotton.

Wearing suspender purple stockings of the same color. The black garters are connected to the lace hollow waist.

She has white skin, and against the backdrop of this large purple lace with flowers, her complexion looks even whiter.

It can be seen that this is due to the fact that the person has not paid attention to the condition of his skin for many years, has been exposed to the sun a lot, and has not taken good care of his skin color.

Otherwise it will be even more dazzling white.

After all, Europeans and Americans don’t care as much about having fair skin as Asians do.

Yingkong Kurumi's pretty eyebrows slightly frowned: "Is this the suspect? He doesn't look very old?"

I have a bit of a headache.

Any photo of a ferocious-looking man is relatively easy to handle.

In all these years of handling cases, I am most afraid of this type of beautiful and seemingly harmless female criminal.

These women are often not as weak as they appear, and are usually cold-blooded, tricky and perverted.

You are so sweet to me one second, and stab me in the back the next.

Yingsong Kurumi also carefully read the information of Caitlyn in front of her.

Caitlin Palacios.

A famous beautiful policewoman in Interpol, she is strong, handles cases quickly and has achieved remarkable results.

From Italy, belonging to the Italian Armed Police Force.

He also holds a high police rank and is the youngest armed inspector in Italian history.

The woman in this photo was able to come to Japan unknowingly and was tracked to Japan by this young inspector. I think she is not a simple character.

"Yes, to be exact, 22 years old, excluding the age of sleeping. You know, European and American women are not like you Oriental women. We look older much faster." Caitlin said: "Take me as an example, how old do you think I should be now?"

"I looked at your resume. You are 24 years old this year." Sakura Kurumi turned her eyes away from the photo and looked at Caitlin, and said frankly: "If you only look at your appearance, you are more than 30 years old."

Caitlin never dreamed of this answer.

Haven't we all heard that Japanese people are very polite? But this Yingkong Kurumi Hall is really not polite at all.

The little face instantly stiffened, turned ashen, and he uttered two "hehe"s with a forced smile.

"Do I really look that old? Maybe it's because I put on too much makeup today and dressed a little more maturely. Next time I won't put on such heavy makeup." Caitlin was extremely embarrassed and even in a bad mood.

"What about the age excluding sleeping age that you just mentioned?" Yingkong Kurumi keenly noticed that there was something wrong in Caitlin's previous sentence.

"She is not a simple human being and often hibernates for long periods of time," Caitlin said.

"What crime did she commit that made you chase her to Japan? Was it murder? Or smuggling arms?" Sakura Kurumi put the photo into her leather jacket pocket without returning it to Caitlin sitting opposite her.

"Uh" Caitlin hesitated slightly as she watched Sakura Kurumi's actions.

"I hope Inspector Caitlin can tell me frankly if you want my support." Sakura Kurumi said, "Although you are Interpol, you have no law enforcement power in Japan. I hope you understand this."

"Even if you apply for law enforcement authority, according to the police rank comparison rules, I am two levels higher than you. I am your superior. According to Japanese law, all your actions must be under my command and with my permission."

"Okay." Caitlin nodded: "Technically speaking, she is a victim, the daughter of the first god of our Catholic Church. She was abducted and taken to Japan. We came here to find her."

"Victim?" Sakura Kurumi nodded. "If it's just a victim, then Miss Caitlin just needs to wait for our news. Of course, you can also go and find out for yourself, but be aware of your identity. You are just an ordinary person in Japan. Don't break Japanese laws. Otherwise, you will be deported immediately at best, or detained and prosecuted at worst."

"I understand, Sakura Sora Walnut Hall Master." Caitlin said, "If I need to go beyond that, I will inform you."

"Then get in the car. I'll take you to the hotel first. Then you can come to the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Agency tomorrow to handle the formalities." Sakura Kurumi said as she got on the motorcycle.

"OK." Caitlin put on her helmet, stretched out her long legs, and sat behind Sakura Kurumi.

This lady from Yingkong Kurumi Hall smells quite good.

Caitlin was sitting behind Yingkong Kurumi and thinking, when suddenly there was a loud bang and a huge force pushed towards her.

I almost fell down and quickly grabbed the heavy machine.

Yingkong Kurumi not only smells good, but also drives very fast.

The hotel Caitlin stayed in was not far from Tokyo Bay.

After arriving quickly, the two said goodbye to each other.

Sakura Kurumi watched Caitlin enter the hotel.

At this time, another Kawasaki motorcycle drove to Sakura Kurumi's side.

The driver was also wearing a tight black leather motorcycle jacket.

She took off her helmet, her little face swayed gracefully, and her long hair that was messed up by the helmet was thrown back and to the side.

Gallant and heroic.

Maple and butterfly love.

"I told you to rest at home for a few more days, why did you follow me here again?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled and picked up his helmet and touched Feng Dielian's helmet.

"It's boring to stay here. The longer I stay here, the more uncomfortable I feel. I might as well go to work." Feng Dielian pouted: "Why, don't you want to see me?"

"How could that be? You are now my first deputy, Deputy Feng Dielian. How would I handle the case without you?"

"Tsk, I'll take your place sooner or later." Feng Dielian said disdainfully: "Is the woman who just came in the Italian Interpol?"

"Yeah." Yingkong Kurumi took out the photo and gave it to Feng Dielian, repeating what Caitlin had just said.

"There's something wrong." Feng Dielian looked at the photo and said, "She's lying."

"Oh?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile: "Then tell me."

"The most obvious lie is that the missing woman must not be the daughter of the first god of their Catholic Church. They are definitely not familiar with her." Feng Dielian pointed at the photo and said:

"If, as she said, this so-called Daughter of the First God is a Catholic, why would she use such an unrealistic photo? Such an exaggerated photo makes it seem like she is not familiar at all. There are only a few photos to choose from."

"That's right." Yingkong Kurumi nodded: "But this missing woman should have some important relationship with the major Jewish religions."

"Because I learned from other channels that the Russian Orthodox Church is also trying to find out about this so-called Daughter of the First God."

"What she said should be half truth and half false. Most of the missing women are very important to these religions."

"I really don't understand why everyone is rushing to Japan. It seems that Japan has become another battlefield for the whole world to fight for."

"Then what should we do?" Feng Dielian asked, "Help her find it?"

"No big deal, just leave it alone. We are the Exorcist Guard, not the Recruiting Guard." Sakura Kurumi snorted, tossed her long black hair, and put her helmet back on. "We have a lot of things to do in the Security Department. Who has time to help her find someone? Let's go, my adjutant, Hashimoto Yuna is waiting for us at the ramen shop. From now on, you are allowed to wear leather clothes."

After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi stepped on the accelerator and the engine made a roaring sound.

Get away instantly.

"I can wear whatever I want without your permission." Feng Dielian made a face, put on her helmet, stepped on the accelerator and followed, and soon she was on par with Yingkong Kurumi.

In the whistling wind.

Feng Dielian shouted, "Why did that annoying woman come to see us again? Didn't you treat me to dinner? Why did you call her?"

"Let's just have a meal to celebrate the successful completion of our mission and your discharge from the hospital." Yingsora Kurumi also responded loudly.

"You're too stingy to eat ramen to celebrate my discharge from the hospital, Yingkong Kurumi." Feng Dielian looked at Fengsu with disdain and shouted loudly, "You're the director of the hall."

"Eat it if you want." Sakura Kurumi stepped on the accelerator, and the Kawasaki motorcycle under her roared, quickly pulled away, and sped away.

"I'm going to eat three bowls and make you bankrupt!!!" Feng Dielian was not willing to be outdone, so she stepped on the accelerator and followed closely.

Two famous Japanese police beauties.

Two Kawasaki motorcycles roared.

In late autumn.

In the neon lights of Tokyo's night streets.

Chasing the soul recklessly.

Running madly one after the other.

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Inside the Tokyo Women's University dormitory.

Momoki Kanonai was squatting, not daring to sit down at all.

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

Suddenly, the little head tilted back and clenched its teeth tightly.

My legs went weak and I sat down accidentally.

Then she stared at him with her beautiful eyes in disbelief.

He tried to grab something with his hands, but his mind went blank and he fell backwards.

Fortunately, Fang Zuo stood up and grabbed her.

After a long time.

Momoki Kanonai lay in Fang Zuo's arms.

A big hand was stroking her back.

The petite body has extremely smooth skin.

Exudes a light body fragrance.

"I'm going to be away for a while." Fang Zuo said.

"You're leaving me again." Taomu Kanonai's body trembled, and she held Fang Zuo's neck with both hands in grievance: "You are not allowed to leave, we just met."

His eyes blinked and mist appeared in them.

Ever since I accepted the fact that I was a manufactured container.

All my thoughts were transferred to this man.

But they had not been together for long before they had to separate again.

"Something important." Fang Zuo's big hand moved down and grabbed Momoki Kanonai's small buttocks.

The pulling of the skin stimulates other nerves that have not yet stopped.

Momoki Kanonna, who hadn't recovered yet, gasped and grabbed the man's arm tightly with her small hands.

Fang Zuo took out a red rope and placed it in Momoki Kanonai's little hand.

"What is this?" asked Momoki Kanonai.

"Tie you up and don't let you leave." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"I'm not leaving." Momoki Kanonai drew circles on the man's skin with her fingers.

"As for what I said about becoming the archbishop, don't force yourself. Just let it go." Fang Zuo continued, "There is one thing you must pay attention to. You must not leave Japan before you see me for the last time. Do you understand?"

"What do you mean by last meeting?" Momoki Kanonai pouted her lips, very well behaved, and didn't ask why: "Well, I know."

"I have seen the soul in your body." Fang Zuo recounted the general process: "Do you have any impression of the other 'you'?"

"Never seen it before." Momoki Kanonai shook her head.

"Wait for me for a while." Fang Zuo said, "I'll solve this problem completely when I come back."

"I'll wait forever." Momoki Kanonai hugged Fang Zuo's arms and said in a low voice.

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Three women came out of the ramen shop.

Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna continued to bicker along the way.

"Okay, okay, my head is about to explode from all that noise." Sakura Kurumi rolled her eyes.

The calories these two women just ate may have been consumed.

"Hmph." Feng Dielian curled her lips and turned her head away.

"I'll go back first, we'll meet again soon." Hashimoto Yuna stopped and said.

"What do you mean?" Sakura Kurumi heard the hidden meaning in the words and looked at Hashimoto Yuna and asked.

"The Maritime Self-Defense Force's informant discovered the traces of the Onibu's lair in a secret location in Shikoku. This information has been reported to the Maritime Self-Defense Force Chief of Staff, Mr. Sakai Ryo." Hashimoto Yuna said seriously: "I think they are discussing it with several cabinet members now. I think they may summon you soon to ask for your opinion."

"You found out about the escaped demon tribe so soon?" Sakura Kurumi was a little surprised: "This matter should not be my responsibility, the Self-Defense Forces should take action, why call me."

"You underestimate your influence." Hashimoto Yuna smiled and said, "They will definitely ask for your opinion. Just wait and see. That's why I said we will meet again soon."

"Then we are really unlucky." Feng Dielian laughed.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to take the position of deputy director. Your rank is not high enough." Hashimoto Yuna mocked, "You seem to be quite self-conceited."

"Oh, really?" Feng Dielian said angrily, "Then I don't have to stay by the side like some people, just standing there like a wooden stake."

"Here we go again. You guys take your time arguing. I'm leaving first." Sakura Kurumi took off the red rope that was tied up in her hair when she was eating ramen and shook her little head to make her hair smooth.

It spreads out over the shoulders like a waterfall.

She no longer paid attention to the two people who were still bickering, straightened her slender waist, spanned her beautiful legs, mounted her Kawasaki and rode away.

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See Sakura Kurumi leave.

Hashimoto Yuna and Feng Dielian glared at each other, snorted and left.

Looking at the two slim figures riding away on two Kawasaki motorcycles decorated with unique styles, Hashimoto Yuna stood on the roadside waiting for a taxi with an envious look in her eyes.

After Hashimoto Yuna returned to the Yokohama base.

Walk into the warship dormitory.

Light the Black Ash Wood.

A large area of ​​black fog suddenly filled the room.

In the black fog.

A pair of narrow red eyes opened.

"Is there anything you want to contact me about? Hashimoto Yuna"

The dull and solemn voice echoed in the room.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Sutoku, I have a very urgent matter to report to you." Hashimoto Yuna bowed her head and said, "The Maritime Self-Defense Force has discovered our base in Shikoku. The Chief of Staff has reported it to the government and the Reiwa Council, and is now planning to deal with us."

"What?" The red eyes flashed violently: "How did you find us?"

"It seems that they have cast some kind of tracking spell on Taira Masakado's soul." Hashimoto Yuna said with no expression on her face.

"What? How is that possible? I checked and didn't find anything unusual." Emperor Sutoku said angrily, "Then why are you still here? Quick, find out what their next move is."

"If they are going to encircle us, we must know the method and time of their attack. Hashimoto Yuna, you must complete this mission no matter what method you use."

"Hi!" Hashimoto Yuina bowed her head respectfully and said, "I will definitely fulfill my mission."

There was a hidden sneer on the little face.

Fang Zuo never met Nagano Rei until he left Tokyo Women's University.

The dormitory was empty.

This little guy seems to have a talent for martial arts.

One heart is on it.

Fang Zuo sat on the Shinkansen, his body constantly absorbing the incense and crushing the power of the believers.

At the same time, he tried his best to absorb the thin spiritual energy to restore his soul.

Every second counts.

Fortunately, after practicing dual cultivation, the spiritual energy in the bodies of several women was quite high.

Until we got off the bus and arrived in Shimane Prefecture in Kansai, Japan.

As clear as a mountain.

Ancient bright red Japanese torii gates stand in rows on the mountain road.

Thick black fog covered the entire mountain.

Several ghosts slowly passed through the Torii gate and entered a black fog.

Fang Zuo walked in.

A huge stone covered by black fog appeared in front of him.

There are four Chinese characters engraved on the stone.

[Clouds emerge from Huangquan].

"What kind of jerk is that? How dare you call yourself Huangquan?" Fang Zuo sneered.

After finding the destination, Fang Zuo turned around and left, went to the top of Rushan Mountain, and set up a concealment magic circle.

Concentrate on breathing in and out, circulate the Qi in your body, and try your best to recover.

Then he turned around and walked in, resisting the urge to smash the stone.

Shift of perspective.

As expected, I was not wrong in my guess. This was not a mountain scene at all, but a fragment of a certain world.

Fang Zuo was in the black fog. When he looked up, it was like the night sky at midnight. There was no sun or moon, let alone stars. There were only countless tiny sparks swirling everywhere.

This ghost fire was white, green, purple and red, and it moved up, down, left and right. Wherever it went, the black fog dissipated, and wherever it left, the black fog gathered again.

In this small world, they flicker and dim, making the area within hundreds of miles as dim as dusk.

The cold wind from all directions brought all kinds of shrill and wailing sounds.

He looked further ahead and saw a gate as big as a hill standing in the distance in front of him, and behind it was a huge city.

It is very close to the majestic and grand atmosphere.

This scale has never been seen in modern society.

Fang Zuo frowned tightly. Such a city was definitely not something that could be built in Japan during the so-called ancient Warring States Period.

Building this thing.

Although Japan has many magnificent buildings, they lack a sense of grandeur and shock.

And this ancient city made Fang Zuo feel insignificant.

The walls on both sides were made of black bricks, stretching for thousands of miles to the left and right until they disappeared into the black fog. No matter how far you looked, you could not see the end.

After Fang Zuo walked in, he looked up and saw three huge characters in seal script in the middle of the archway: "Izumo Ancient Country."

He felt a wave of doubt in his heart.

This city's architectural style is completely different from those in the Japanese divine kingdom.

It is not the various earthen cities and stone dams of ancient Japan's Warring States Period, but a typical square ancient Chinese city.

A stone avenue leads out of the ancient city, with red flowers on both sides of the avenue looming in the black fog.

A team composed of countless human souls of different kinds was arranged in a long snake shape, stretching from the city gate into the black fog. The end of the team could not be seen in the distance, and they were waiting in an orderly manner to enter the ancient country of Izumo.

Although Fang Zuo had never seen this kind of scene , he was very familiar with it, engraved in the blood of every Chinese.

It's more like the gate of hell?

Aren’t the bright red flowers on both sides of this stone road the red spider lilies that grow all over the shady roads?

Fang Zuo was extremely surprised. He never expected that the magnificent scene of the underworld that he had been searching for for a long time would actually be seen in Japan.

After achieving enlightenment.

Fang Zuo’s soul once left his body, wanting to see the underworld recorded in ancient books.

Broaden your horizons.

According to Taoist scriptures, after a person dies, one must first report to the local City God.

Then you enter the Yin Road, and after a somewhat long journey led by the ghosts, you finally reach the Gate of Hell.

Then one waits to enter the underworld, be judged by the judge, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation.

If there are some human souls with deep resentment and unfulfilled wishes, and they are unwilling to enter the City God Temple, walk the ghost path, and reincarnate, they will also be captured by the City God's ghost officials and the ox-headed horses of the underworld.

But Fang Zuo has followed many dead souls and visited many city gods across the country. The incense is still there, but he has never seen any ghost officials, let alone the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil or the City God.

It's as if these things don't exist at all.

And these human souls disappeared one after another at the entrance of the Yin Road.

Fang Zuo wanted to follow in, but was blocked by an invisible wall. He could not enter the dark path, let alone see what the scenery was like at the other end of the dark path.

Because of this, Fang Zuo was puzzled and wondered if there was an error in the Taoist scriptures.

To clear up doubts.

Fang Zuo also went to Pingdu Mountain in Fengdu County, CQ City.

This is another entrance to the alternation of yin and yang recorded in Taoist scriptures.

The ghost town on Shanyin Road in Pingdu is connected to the underworld, Fengdu Mountain.

But when they arrived at the ghost city of Pingdu Mountain, they found that the huge city was sealed by two yellow talismans of amnesty.

His soul could hardly get close, let alone tear off the yellow talisman and go in to see what the underworld looked like.

The scene in that city is similar to this one.

Fang Zuo was very surprised at that time, but he just thought that there were some changes in the underworld, or there was some error in the Taoist scriptures, and he had not thought of other related things.

Now think about it, I failed in overcoming the tribulation, and the two who came before me have also returned.

The heaven is empty, what about the underworld? Is it also empty?

If that's true.

So what about here? Why is there a place in Kansai, Japan that looks like a ghost town on Sanin Road in Heian?

Fang Zuo followed these human souls with doubts as they approached the gate of this huge city.

【Izumo Ancient Country】Under the city gate with four seal characters.

Dozens of people dressed in suits, ties, sunglasses and as bodyguards maintained order.

Guide these human souls into the ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo followed the human soul in calmly.

It was very smooth, with no obstructions or inspections.

I guess nothing unexpected has happened in these years, otherwise I wouldn't be so relaxed.

After entering the checkpoint, Fang Zuo felt an even greater sense of absurdity.

Although the buildings in the ancient city are all ancient Chinese-style buildings.

But it is filled with various Japanese elements derived from the Tang Dynasty in China.

There are more modern things.

Various neon signs, modern street lamps, household and commercial appliances.

It's almost the same as a small town in Japan at night.

It's nothing more than a few more confused souls walking towards the depths of the city.

Fang Zuo couldn't help but take out his cell phone.

There is still a signal.

What the fuck is this.

Fang Zuo's feeling of absurdity became even stronger.

The atmosphere was originally set off as if one had gone to hell, but what was this cell phone signal and all these modern facilities? Where did the electricity come from?

Unlike the Kingdom of God where everything is made of incense and burning, here are real things.

What the fuck is this place.

(End of this chapter)