Chapter 208 Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Sakura Sora Kurumi
In the small conference room next to Abe Nozaki's office.
Knock knock knock.
Just as Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja finished shaking hands, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in." Abe Nojaku said.
"Congressman Abe, the results of their party leader election are out." A male assistant walked in with a document, handed it to Abe, bowed and left.
"Oh, as expected, it's just as I thought!" Abe Noja took it, took a quick look, sneered, and threw the information in front of Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "It's him after all."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu took it and saw a document about the new party leader, or interim prime minister, in front of him.
Even the cover is a promotional poster.
This is an extremely alternative propaganda poster. If Shiraishi Nagimitsu had not been in this environment, he would even think it was a weird work.
A short, fat man with slightly gray hair, dressed in a Dragon Ball Majin Buu costume and wearing a pair of boxing gloves, was standing at the voting booth and shouting slogans.
"It's hard to imagine that he's dressed like this. This is our prime minister." Although Anbi Noja gave the information to Shiraishi Nagimitsu, he stared at the short fat man dressed as Majin Buu with a mocking expression on his face and said, "He's also a Protestant. With so many people in Japan, only 1% of them are Protestants, but we have a prime minister who is also in that 1%."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not speak. Judging from personal image alone, the new prime minister is indeed far inferior to the previous prime ministers.
What's more, he is still COStinging for votes in elections while wearing COS costumes at his old age.
"I didn't expect that I destroyed the underground alliance of several congressmen single-handedly, but it benefited him." Abe Noque's little face couldn't look happy at all, and he sat down slowly.
"Since it has become a fact, we can only accept it." Shiraishi Nagiko returned the information to Abe Nozaki: "Congressman Abe, the vote count is over. It looks like the news will be announced soon. The next step is to elect cabinet members. I have a lot of things to prepare, so I'll take my leave now."
"Wait, Congressman Shiraishi." Abe Noja suddenly thought of something, stood up, put his hands on the conference table, stared straight at Shiraishi Nagiko, and said slowly: "If, I mean if, our new prime minister wants to invite you to join the cabinet, will you agree, Congressman Shiraishi?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu's eyes collided with Abe Nosuke's in the air.
suddenly.
"Congressman Abe." Shiraishi Nagiko smiled and opened her red lips: "Guess!"
After saying that, he turned and walked out without waiting for Abe Nosuke to guess whether he would guess or not.
Abe Noque was stunned and snorted: "How naughty!"
Mei Shiraishi quickly picked up Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bag and her own bag and followed him out.
Shiraishi Nagihiru walked in front gracefully in high heels, swaying her increasingly narrow waist.
"Sister, wait for me." Mei Shiraishi followed with two bags: "Your bags are very heavy~~~"
"It was you who wanted to be my assistant. If you can't do it, go back." Shiraishi Nagihiru's high heels still didn't slow down.
The black stockings are stretched on the thighs and calves, stretching and contracting as the muscles tighten or relax, revealing the fair and delicate skin underneath.
A pair of beautiful legs entered the elevator in rhythm, and a pair of huge things bounced up and down exaggeratedly.
"Sister, I understood everything you said today, but why can't I understand what you said next?" Shiraishi Mei hurriedly followed into the elevator and stood beside Shiraishi Nagimitsu and asked:
"I always feel like that's what you said, but when I think about it carefully, it seems like there's something else. When I think about it again, it doesn't seem to mean anything more."
"This is politics." Shiraishi Nagiko laughed, "Every word sounds like nonsense, but if you think about it carefully, it's not, but it is indeed nonsense."
"Sister, is this new interim prime minister really that bad?" Shiraishi Mei frowned, "Why do you all seem to be sighing?"
"No, on the contrary. The newly elected prime minister has served in several cabinets and is considered a practical man. However, it was precisely him who turned against several prime ministers several times during his time in the cabinet and launched a campaign to demand the prime ministers' resignation." Shiraishi Nagiko shook his head. "In addition, he has joined three political parties. In other words, he has betrayed almost the entire political arena and stabbed them in the back, so no faction is willing to accept him."
"Isn't it good to have such a person?" Shiraishi Mei asked, "You don't have to care about the interests of your own faction, you can do things freely."
"You don't understand. If a person has a faction, then what he does can be predicted and supervised, just like a raging river, its direction and degree of flooding can be predicted." The elevator door opened, and Shiraishi Nagi walked out, saying as he walked: "But if a person doesn't have a faction, you never know what he will do next or what he wants to do. There are too many variables, and being unpredictable is actually the most dangerous."
"So that's why Abe Nozume asked you to form an alliance with her?" Shiraishi Mei followed out, still a little confused.
"Do you think she came to me just because of this?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stopped, turned his head and craned his neck to look at Abe Nosuke's office.
Sure enough, a familiar little face was looking down at him from the window. Abe Noque not only watched her leave, but also stretched out his hand to say goodbye to him.
Shiraishi Nagiko waved casually at Abe Nozaki, then turned to Shiraishi Mei and said, "This new prime minister used to be in Abe Nozaki's cabinet, but later withdrew and stood on the opposite side, impeaching him many times and forcing him to step down."
"So, Abe has great distrust of the new prime minister, and even some disgust."
"You guys are really complicated." Shiraishi Mei sighed, "You guess me and I guess you every day. This is too difficult."
"Really? More complicated than you?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu sneered on her delicate face: "Shiraishi Mei, please confess to me as soon as possible."
"Sister, you're here again." Mei Shiraishi pouted: "Everyone says I'm innocent."
"I'd rather trust Abe Nozume than you." Shiraishi Nagiko twisted her face, rolled her eyes, and walked quickly towards her Lexus.
"Wait for me, sister." Shiraishi Mei made a face behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu and hurried to catch up.
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Inside an apartment in Tokyo.
Feng Dielian put on her uniform again and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the artist mask she had brought from Kyushu Ashiya Dosan and placed it on the dressing table.
She looked down at the number in the address book on her phone again.
The scene of entering Sakura Sora Kurumi's office kept appearing in his little head.
That night, the man she had crossed her legs over and clamped around his waist was hugging Sakura Sora Kurumi tightly, kneading her plump and explosive buttocks with his hands.
Even after he came in, he had no intention of stopping and kept kneading.
Just like that night at the door of the coffee shop, kneading my own.
I am indeed not as plump as Yingkong Kurumi.
But that's not what's sad.
Feng Dielian saw the two of them hugging each other tightly and kissing passionately as if they were oblivious to the people around them.
Why do I feel like my man has been taken away from me?
It's so sour.
When I walked out the door, I heard Sakura Kurumi say that her period had come.
It turns out to be such a coincidence.
Was this God encouraging her to meet another man? Feng Dielian took a deep breath and put her phone away.
Since I can't sleep, I'll go to Taira no Masakado's grave.
Work.
Only work can make me forget all the troubles.
Feng Dielian walked downstairs and rode her motorcycle all the way to the underground parking lot that MacArthur had built after World War II.
Over the decades, this underground parking lot has been renovated and repaired several times.
Arriving at the third-floor underground parking lot, Feng Dielian looked around but didn't see anything unusual.
It is a very old parking lot with a very small layout, but it still has quite a few cars parked there.
In Tokyo, where every inch of land is valuable, it is difficult to find unused space.
Feng Dielian carefully followed the wall of the underground parking lot and walked around.
There was nothing on the walls except various paints and graffiti.
Feng Dielian walked back to the middle of the parking lot.
Quickly seal with both hands.
[Ninjutsu: Myriad Eyes]
A light flashed in Feng Dielian's pupils, and a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope of flowers appeared.
Feng Dielian glanced around and then stopped.
There is indeed a problem.
The wall on the north side is extremely thin, obviously built later. There seems to be an entrance to the barrier behind the wall.
Feng Dielian walked to the wall.
[Ninjutsu: Rasenshuriken]
Feng Dielian stretched out her little hand, and a stream of constantly rotating spiritual energy appeared.
Feng Dielian controlled her strength and slowly moved closer to the wall to avoid damaging the foundation pillars next to it.
There was a loud 'boom'.
The wall collapsed and a six-star magic circle appeared.
At the vertices of the six stars are various Protestant instruments.
The above fluctuations have almost dried up after decades of weakening, and I think they will disappear completely in the near future.
Feng Dielian slowly stood up.
A dazzling light shot out from the six-star magic circle, and Feng Dielian's figure disappeared in an instant.
Change of perspective.
We arrived in front of a large Japanese Warring States amulet.
Feng Dielian hesitated for a moment and walked in.
Everything is so quiet.
I could only hear my own breathing and footsteps.
The hall was covered with scarlet shag carpets and lit around with more than ten mutton-fat candles as thick as arms.
A group of women were sitting inside the curtain. They had their hair in buns like Japanese women and were wearing various Japanese kimonos. They were holding instruments such as the shamisen, shakuhachi, and taiko in their arms. They seemed to be musicians from the Warring States Period.
But at this time they all had their eyes closed, their bodies leaning to one side, and some of their fingers were still on the strings, as if they had fallen asleep in the middle of playing.
There were more than a dozen Japanese geishas sleeping in the hall, their postures either leaning forward or backward, all maintaining dancing poses with graceful figures.
And among these geishas, lying was a white head.
Feng Dielian's heart was pounding. Although she had carried out many missions, this strange scene before her was the first time she had seen it.
Around the head, the geishas had their faces painted frighteningly white, with bright red lips, their eyes closed, and a faint smile on their faces.
Feng Dielian had thought about what the grave of Taira no Masakado, one of the three greatest vengeful spirits in Japan, would look like. It would be nothing but dry bones all over the ground and various broken weapons.
But it is impossible to imagine why there are still living people here, how they dance around the skull, and then sleep next to the skull when they are tired.
"You are so brave to break into my bedroom." The white head suddenly opened its eyes, black flames flickered in its eye sockets, and it spoke in a dark voice.
Then all the geishas opened their eyes and stood up mechanically like puppets.
A strange smile appeared on the pale face.
Like a puppet, he rushed towards Feng Dielian.
Feng Dielian tapped the ground with her toes and quickly retreated. The spiritual energy in her hands condensed, and vortex shurikens kept flying out, drawing arcs and circling towards the geishas.
These shurikens hit the geishas accurately.
They wailed and turned into some floating dark air, with a few dark red spots like blood appearing and disappearing from time to time.
But as the red dot flashed, the black fog that had not yet dissipated slowly took the shape of a human figure.
The red dot flashed again, and the facial features and limbs of a human figure slowly appeared, and the geishas reappeared one by one.
They all turned their heads and looked at Feng Dielian ferociously.
Rushed over again.
Feng Dielian saw this and quickly formed seals with both hands: [Ninjutsu: Yanyin]
His whole body slowly turned transparent and disappeared into the air of the hall.
The geishas lost their target and looked around the hall in a daze, trying to find any trace of Feng Dielian.
The skull in the center of the hall suddenly flashed black sparks from its eyes.
A black gas spread out and quickly coiled towards the exit of the hall.
With a bang.
Feng Dielian fell down from the entrance of the hall.
The black gas turned into a noose rope, which wrapped around Feng Dielian, trapping her tightly and pulling her back into the hall from the entrance.
"If you disturbed me, don't leave. Stay and keep me company." The skull laughed, "No living person has come in here for hundreds of years."
Feng Dielian struggled desperately, trying to break free.
But the rope made of black gas continued to erode and devour her spiritual energy.
Her limbs gradually became weak and she couldn't even gather her spiritual energy.
Just at this moment.
The hexagonal star outside the entrance of the hall flashed again, and a graceful figure came in from under Feng Dielian.
Then.
The figure who came in looked up and waved his hand.
The small earlobes glow with golden light.
A gunshot rang out, making a loud noise in the silent hall.
A bullet with golden transparent cicada-wing wings flew towards Feng Dielian rapidly and hit the rope accurately.
The rope made of black mist broke with a sound.
Feng Dielian fell from the air.
Yingkong Kurumi looked up, then took a step to the side and didn't catch her, letting her fall on her buttocks.
"Why didn't you catch me?" Feng Dielian tossed around on the ground in pain, complaining.
"To pick you up?" Yingkong Kurumi sneered, "What did I tell you to do? I told you to bring more police officers over, but look at you. Not only did you come in alone, you didn't even go to get a gun."
"Are you still a police officer? If you had a gun and the latest alloy bullets, you wouldn't be in such a mess."
"If I hadn't arranged for a few police officers to squat in the parking lot beforehand, you would have been dead long ago."
Feng Dielian knew that what she did was wrong, so she didn't say anything back. She stood up silently and stood on the side of Yingkong Kurumi to protect her.
"Another new person." The skull said in a sinister voice, "That's great. It's been hundreds of years. Let me taste fresh blood and flesh. My name is..."
'Bang, bang, bang'
Dozens of gunshots rang out continuously, leaving Skull no chance to continue speaking.
Dozens of bullets flew over rapidly with cicada wings and hit the skull accurately.
Before the skull could even finish his words, he was hit on the forehead by the latest alloy bullets.
Black flames flickered continuously in the sunken eye sockets, and black mist appeared on the face of the skull, creating an incredible expression.
With a click.
The white skull began to crack and then shattered to the ground.
The black flames in the eye sockets bounced unwillingly twice on the ground and slowly went out.
All the geishas and musicians in the hall wailed and disappeared in black smoke.
Then the objects in the hall began to vibrate and turned into clay.
Then the entire hall disappeared.
There is no such thing as a Tucheng Guardian Hall. There is only a large shrine in front of Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian.
Inside the shrine was a shattered skull.
There are more than ten bullets.
It's all an illusion.
After a series of shooting, Sakura Kurumi emptied the magazine in an instant, still maintaining an extremely standard shooting posture.
Feng Dielian was stunned in shock.
She slowly bent her arms, picked up the purple rhinestone-studded 'Pavna Witness' pistol in her right hand, opened her mouth slightly, puffed up her cheeks, and blew on the muzzle of the gun in a cute and handsome manner.
The high ponytail on her head swung.
"What a mess of three vengeful spirit kings. They've been suppressed for so many years and then torn into pieces. No matter how strong they were back then, they can't withstand a volley of attacks now." Yingkong Kurumi said disdainfully.
She swung her ponytail again and turned her head: "You don't listen to me, you don't even carry a gun. If I hadn't come, you would have become one of those geishas who accompany this skull and give him tongue kisses every day."
After saying this, Yingkong Kurumi stuck out her tongue and imitated, "Kiss the skeleton's teeth with a click-click-click tongue kiss. Kiss the gaps between his teeth clean."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, stop talking, I beg you." Feng Dielian had her head down, letting Ying Kongtao teach her a lesson without saying a word.
If she hadn't arrived in time, I might have really died here.
But when Yingkong Kurumi talked about French kissing the skull and then cleaning the gaps between its teeth, Feng Dielian couldn't help but take a look at the yellow and black gaps between the skull's broken teeth on the ground.
I felt nauseous and almost vomited.
Beg for mercy immediately.
"Write me a 4,000-word self-review later. Not a single word less." Yingkong Kurumi sneered and turned away: "Remember, write it by hand."
In another apartment in Tokyo.
Shinmura Jing was begging the woman in front of him: "No more, I don't want it anymore, I've had enough, let me go."
The woman in front grinned, changed a tool, ignored the wetness on the ground of Xincunjing, and walked over again.
(End of this chapter)
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