Chapter 7 Crime scene, a couple who committed suicide for love

"A male from Tokyo Women's University?" Fang Zuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head to look at Sakura Kurumi who was driving.

She took off her coat and was now only wearing a white shirt.

The purple bra underneath, with its white cleavage vaguely visible.

Although not as good as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, she is not much smaller.

"Is it a male teacher?" Fang asked while looking from the left.

"Not a teacher, but a service personnel." Sakura Kurumi drove with a serious expression, staring straight ahead.

She suddenly became acutely aware of a tingling sensation throughout her body.

As an Onmyoji, her sensitivity is several times stronger than that of normal people.

He was the co-pilot.

His gaze was like a magnetic pole, and his touch like iron filings.

Being mobilized and focused by his gaze.

She could clearly feel her numbness moving along with Fang Zuo's gaze.

"What are you looking at?" Yingkong Kurumi shouted.

"Oh, I see." Fang Zuo's gaze moved to the pulled-up standard skirt.

The holster was strapped to his thigh.

The suspenders on the black stockings separate the plump thighs, making them look whiter.

A blush appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's face.

The numbing sensation shifted.

"Let's talk business."

There was an unnatural tremor in her voice.

Clamped thighs.

The car braked suddenly.

So you can't drive now?

Fang curled his lips.

The little thing is really sensitive.

Even without using spiritual sense, his gaze was still filled with concentrated spiritual energy.

Sakura Kurumi took a deep breath and started the car again.

This time Fang Zuo looked forward.

Don't dare tease anymore.

If a powerful Yuanying stage being hit by a car is a joke, even if he doesn't die, it will be a joke.

“Has the Black Bible been translated?”

"Just now, an Arabic expert said that the structure is a bit old and deliberately obscure." Yingkong Kurumi's voice returned to its cold and clear tone: "They roughly flipped through it and said that the rest is all Bible and is easy to translate."

"The key points are in the first few pages, but they seem to be incomplete."

"We found a secret room in the last case, and there was also a Bible in it."

“It’s exactly the same as this one.”

"Exactly the same?" Fang Zuo couldn't help but look at Yingkong Kurumi's plump, moist red lips.

"Look ahead!" Yingsora Kurumi swallowed and bit her lower lip with her teeth.

"I will wash my hands carefully next time." Fang Zuo said honestly.

"Baga, who cares whether you wash your hands or not."

"Then I won't wash it."

"Da-me!"

"You said there might be thirteen Bibles for the thirteen cases mentioned above."

"Damn, damn, damn! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it."

"What if there are thirteen more?"

"Fujino!!!!"

The murder occurred at the International Department of Tokyo Women's University.

Not far from Chiyoda.

Most of the female students studying in the International Department come from upper-class families.

The crime scene was the rooftop of the woman’s apartment building.

Dim spotlights are placed around.

The same five-star magic array as the Oda family.

Two human figures were drawn on the array with chalk.

Large blood stains

It appears that the two deceased have been sent for forensic examination.

"What are the identities of the deceased?" Fang Zuo asked.

"One was a female student, 20 years old, and the other was a male security guard, 42 years old. They had sex before their deaths. Both were stabbed to death. No trace of a third person has been found so far."

"This should be the first scene. There are fingerprints of the two deceased on a dagger, and the surveillance did not show anyone else coming in or out."

"The police initially determined that it was a love suicide, but I used Yin-Yang magic to divine and found that a third person had been here, but they couldn't confirm how they left the scene."

"Fortunately, the school was on holiday, so the impact of this incident did not escalate."

"Otherwise, if something like this happened at Tokyo Women's University, students would not dare to come to school."

"School is about to start, and the school requires us to solve the case as soon as possible and eliminate the impact."

Yingkong Kurumi took out some crime photos and gave them to Fang Zuo.

Ever since she cracked the Bible, she felt like she had become a little blind, as if she needed him by her side all the time.

"Hmm." Fang Zuo held his chin up, thoughtfully.

"Did you find anything?" Sakura Kurumi looked at the man expectantly.

"This female student is very average looking."

"I didn't let you see this."

Fang Zuo returned the photo to Yingkong Kurumi: "Use your divination skills to see, I have never seen it before."

"The Yin-Yang magic of Sensō-ji is not for performance." Sakura Kurumi glared at Fang Zuo fiercely.

"Then I'll go back to bed."

"Master won't blame me for this once in a while, right?"

Yingsora Kurumi felt that she was becoming less and less capable of doing things.

She lifted her skirt over her left thigh.

A leather pen holder is pinned to the black silk suspenders.

The pen cap was tied tightly with red ropes in circles.

After uncovering it, Sakura Kurumi took out a brush.

Mumbling to oneself.

"When facing a battle, all the soldiers will line up in front."

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Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

"They can even pronounce a few Taoist mantras incorrectly. No wonder the island nation can't learn them no matter how hard they try."

After Sakura Kurumi threw the brush, she bowed 90 degrees to it.

"Please, Xing Yi Bi Xian."

"There's a name?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

"Of course, this is the old pen fairy enshrined in Sensoji Temple, a senior."

The brush stood on the ground for no more than three seconds.

"Bang." He fell to the ground and didn't move.

"Senior may be in a bad mood today." Yingsong Kurumi smiled awkwardly.

"A demon ghost that has survived until now by relying on incense and offerings can be praised like this. No wonder it doesn't listen to you."

Fang Zuo walked forward and kicked the brush, which hit the wall and bounced back.

"Fujino, what are you doing?" Sakura Kurumi covered her mouth: "If you offend your senior, something bad will happen."

"I'll count to three and find the breath of the third party immediately, otherwise I don't mind swallowing you." Fang Zuo raised his finger, and a faint golden light swirled around his finger.

The brush suddenly stood up and quickly came to the platform fence.

The movement was so quick that it scared Sakura Kurumi.

Follow the brush to the platform fence.

Yingsora Kurumi lay on the guardrail, bent over and looked down.

"Why is there nothing?"

The breeze on the platform blew up her skirt.

The round and full buttocks are sticking to the panties, and the curve of the buttocks is upward.

Honey peaches feel good to the touch, and green peaches are chewy.

"Look to your right." Fang Zuo raised his chin: "It's a ladder."

Sakura Kurumi turned her head and saw the hemp rope tied to the iron railing.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

She nodded, understanding what Fang Zuo meant.

The murderer used a ladder to go down from the fence to a certain level, and then cut the ladder using some method.

"Who are you?"

After Yingkong Kurumi made a phone call to ask the police to send someone, she looked at Fang Zuo who was in deep thought with mixed feelings and excitement.

She said faintly, "Fujino-kun, I can't see you clearly."

"Me?" Fang Zuo smiled slightly and slapped Yingkong Huwalnut's buttocks hard.

Amazing stretch.

My hands are numb from the rebound.

Ignore the shocked woman covering her mouth.

"I'm leaving now. I'm exhausted after a long day." Fang Zuo waved his hand. "Remember to give me the taxi fare back to the police station."

When I walked out of Tokyo Women's University, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Fang Zuo hesitated for a second.

As I recall, the house that Fujino rented was dirty and shabby.

Let’s go to the home of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and her daughter.

Two arms are enough for now.

Ding Dong.

Fang Zuo rang the doorbell.

The voice of Shiraishi Nagimitsu came from the camera security system: "Fujiano-kun, the door is unlocked, come in."

Fang Zuo pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, and then pushed open the door.

There was no light on in the room.

On the sofa not far away, Oda Yui was sleeping soundly and snoring softly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing a kimono with nothing underneath and her hair was tied up in a bun.

Kneel on the ground.

I couldn't wait to hug Fang Zuo's legs.

His face was pressed tightly against hers and rubbed against hers continuously.

Muttering to oneself.

"I've been waiting for you."

Even the sound is wet.

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