Chapter 248 Beautiful Eastern European Woman
"Why can't I come?" Fang Zuo put Momoki Kanonai down, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I never said I couldn't come."
"But, you are not me." Momoki Kanonai had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.
Countless fragments flashed through Momoki Kanonai's little head.
Thinking of these little details, she had many questions she wanted to ask.
All these problems that gave her a headache finally converged into one, the most important one.
"Uncle, who are you?" Momoki Kanonai said.
Why did he appear in my dream and then appear beside me?
She even made herself blush.
Fang Zuo did not answer.
He leaned back, holding his head with both hands, and the stool stood on one side, shaking.
A pair of feet were casually placed on the dark Bible on the table.
Momoki Kanonai was stunned. Why did this scene seem so familiar?
It’s just like the hateful and disgusting man downstairs every time I go to or from class.
I always curse in a low voice whenever I pass by.
"Can't you remember?" Fang Zuo said, "You scolded me every day."
"Are you that hateful Fang?"
"Yes, every time you shouted excitedly, you would hug me tightly, and the next day when you passed by me, you would give me a cold look and curse me with disdain." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "I was the unlucky person."
"What bad luck! It's obviously you. You... I will not live any longer. I will strangle you to death." Momoki Kanonai recalled so many embarrassing scenes and pounced on him suddenly. She didn't care whether the stool would collapse or not, and just threw her petite body on the man.
He tilted his little head back, gritted his teeth, and tightly grasped Fang Zuo's neck with his little hands.
I'll just strangle you to death.
Fang Zuo cooperated by shaking his head and pretending to be suffocating.
But as Momoki Kanonai kept pinching, she loosened her hands and put her little face on Fang Zuo's chest.
The petite body lay on Fang Zuo like a doll.
He cried loudly with a 'wow' sound.
"Why are you crying again?" Fang Zuo touched her head.
"No, I'm very happy. I'm happy that you're real, but I was obviously very sad just now." Momoki Kanonai twitched and wiped her tears: "I am a created container."
"Are you happy or sad now?" Fang wiped her tears with the back of his left hand.
Momoki Kanonai stopped crying, raised her head when she heard the question, was stunned for a moment, and her tears seemed to stop flowing.
I'm thinking hard about this problem.
Am I happy or sad?
finally.
Her little mouth curled up and her nose twitched.
She cried out "Wow" again.
"I don't know, I just want to cry." Momoki Kanonai threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms: "What should I do?"
"Why are you crying? We are all made." Fang Zuo reached out and rubbed her small but plump buttocks hard.
Changing shapes in the hands.
Momoki Kanonai reacted immediately, her face turned red, her tears stopped slightly, and she punched the man with her little fist: "How can they be the same? How can they be all made up?"
"What's the difference? No one can choose who created them. We are all forced to appear in this world, and then have different happiness and misfortunes, and are forced to grow up." Fang Zuo's kneading felt good, and he put his other hand on it: "The most important thing is to make yourself happy and live for yourself. If you can find some value and purpose in life, that's even better. If you can't, it doesn't matter."
Momoki Kanonai wiped her tears with her little hands, then wiped her nose, then buried her little face in Fang Zuo's shirt, wiping it vigorously like a towel: "What about you, what was your growth experience, are you happy or unhappy, tell me about it."
"We'll talk about it next time. Now I need your help." Fang Zuo grabbed hard with both hands until the money overflowed from his fingers.
"Hate it! I'm still sad." Momoki Kanonai said this, but slowly buried her head.
"It's not this." Fang Zuo closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, then suddenly said.
"Ah?" Momoki Kanonai raised her head, her eyes blank.
"I just ask you to help me keep working hard and strive to become the Archbishop." Fang Zuo lowered his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then put his thumb into her mouth again.
Momoki Kanonai was as obedient as a kitten: "But you are no longer the person in the dream, so you don't need me anymore, right?"
"Yes, I want to visit the Protestant heaven, and I need an archbishop to help me." Fang Zuo patted Momoki Kanonai's little head.
"You need me?" Momoki Kanonai's eyes sparkled.
"Yeah, I need you."
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Sakura Kurumi came to Baihuizi's small building.
"You are here, Yingkong Kurumi Hall." Bai Huizi said with a smile: "Please take a seat."
This beautiful lady from the Spiritual Society is now becoming less and less shy towards Yingkong Kurumi.
It is clearly the cold autumn season.
But she walked out wearing a black lace bra and a pair of light blue panties.
There were tiny beads of sweat on the smooth white flesh.
It gathered into a stream of sweat and slid into the bra.
The face is flushed.
Obviously he had just been exercising very hard.
"Don't get me wrong, I was just doing yoga." Baihuizi took out a white towel and wiped her chest and forehead.
He picked up a bottle of water next to him and drank it.
"What's the misunderstanding?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "Mrs. Baihuizi, I didn't say anything."
"Haha, I'm glad there's no misunderstanding." Bai Huizi walked over with a strong smell of a woman: "I don't want to leave Yingkong Kurumi Hall with the impression that I am too unsatisfied."
As her slightly plump waist twisted, her plump buttocks trembled slightly.
"Although I am indeed sexually unsatisfied." Bai Huizi said frankly, shrugging her shoulders: "We are all women, and you will be my age, so there is nothing wrong with talking."
Yingkong Kurumi didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only smile at Bai Huizi and said, "Shouldn't you pour me a cup of tea? By the way, did they analyze the American military architectural drawings we provided to the Jiujiu faction?"
"Sorry, I'm being rude." Bai Huizi put on a light gauze pajamas, barefoot, poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Yingkong Kurumi: "We haven't heard from the Jiujiu Sect yet. They said it was a huge formation diagram, but they didn't figure out what it was, and then we ran into the incident of Ah Xiu's residual soul."
"This time I'm bothering Mr. Yingkong Hutao to come here because Lingyi has something to ask. I hope Mr. Yingkong Hutao can agree to it."
"Spiritual meeting? What's going on?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned slightly, leaned back slightly and said, "You won't let me take risks again, will you?"
"How is that possible? With Sakura Kurumi's current status, no one can force you unless you are willing." Bai Huizi said with a smile: "It is the Reiwa Council that has discussed it. They hope you can let Sensoji go and not expel them all from Tokyo. Omori Masa has already confessed in the Self-Defense Forces Police Court. The charges have been determined, and we can just hold the main culprit accountable."
"After all, Sensō-ji Temple is a heritage that dates back hundreds of years. It should have its place both now and in Japanese history. We don't want it to just disappear into history."
"If this is the case, I'm sorry, Councillor Bai Huizi, please reply to the Spiritual Dissent Council. I'm afraid I can't do it." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head and sneered, "Dare to ambush and murder a law enforcement officer with the highest police rank. This is not a crime that can be offset by hundreds of years of inheritance."
"If this is the case, where is the authority of Japanese law? How many families in Japan have been passed down for hundreds of years?"
"But." Bai Huizi was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Yingkong Kurumi.
"I admit that Sensoji has its historical status, so let's make it a historical monument and leave it in history for tourists to visit." Sakura Kurumi said: "Although Omori Masaru is now detained by the Maritime Self-Defense Force, all the Onmyoji of Sensoji are detained in the Tokyo Exorcist Guard. All those who participated or indirectly participated will not escape the punishment of Japanese law."
"And I can tell Councillor Bai Huizi that most of the Yin Yang Masters have confessed their crimes. I have already handed over their confessions and evidence to the Supernatural Department of the Procuratorate."
"All I can guarantee to the Lingyi Association is that we will never wrongly accuse a single Yin-Yang master. We have their own confessions, and all the processes are recorded as evidence."
"It is a foregone conclusion that they will be expelled from the Tokyo metropolitan area. There is no way they can be withdrawn. In the future, Sensoji Temple will be managed by ordinary people and return to being a common religious and tourist site."
"I have already written a report on this and submitted it to the desk of Home Affairs Minister Hirofumi Kojima. As for whether the government will take the lead or Sensoji Temple will manage it itself, that is not something I can decide."
Bai Huizi was stunned and looked at Yingsora Kurumi's cold little face.
The chief of the Security Bureau, who had grown up under her watch, not only had the same cold and elegant appearance as before, but his methods of doing things seemed to be becoming more and more tough.
I would have thought that she would refuse the proposal of the Lingyi Association after some excuses, but I didn't expect her to be so decisive.
This way of rejection made Baihuizi silent for a while, and she couldn't think of any other words to persuade him.
Perhaps it is a good thing that Japan has one more director of the National Security Agency.
After Sakura Kurumi left.
Baihuizi sat there for a while in a daze.
Then she took out a white floral dress from the closet, put it on, and took a car to Ueno Park in Tokyo.
Ueno Park is not far from the Imperial Palace, and this place is almost one of the most expensive lands in Asia.
The car drove into a large villa in the park.
After getting off the car, Baihuizi walked straight into the villa.
The servants and bodyguards all knew this lady and bowed before letting her go.
Bai Huizi walked into the hall of the villa and knocked on the door of a reception room next to it.
"Is that Baihuizi? Please come in." said an old voice.
Bai Huizi pushed the door open and walked in.
I saw a white-haired old man sitting in the main seat, and several older men sitting in the guest seats next to him.
One of them was laughing and chatting with the old man.
It was Japan's interim Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeki.
"Congressman Momoeko, you're here." Prime Minister Shigeki said with a smile.
"Hello, Prime Minister." Bai Huizi nodded, then walked to the old man and bowed slightly: "Master, Yingkong Kurumi refused."
"Oh, really?" The old man smiled and said, "Did the little guy put forward any conditions for releasing Sensoji Temple?"
"No." Bai Huizi said: "She refused very straightforwardly, without any intention of bargaining or trying to exchange for benefits. It seems that the ambush and murder at Sensoji Temple has completely angered her."
"Sure enough, our chief minister is still too young to swallow this insult. In that case, just refuse it." The old man said indifferently: "I also want to help them because our family and Sensoji have been friends for hundreds of years."
"According to the regulations of the Spiritual Dispute Association, Onmyoji do not have the power to be pardoned. Otherwise, I can issue a prime minister's pardon order to pardon Omori Masaru." Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru said with a smile.
"There's no need for that." The old man sighed. "There is no such thing as a family that thrives forever. Every family will eventually become the dust of history. It's already very rare to leave a glorious mark in Japanese history. Let the past be the past. Many families have already disappeared."
"If our Iwasaki family had not taken advantage of the opportunity of World War II to rise again, we would have long since become a small, impoverished family, and perhaps have disappeared from Japanese history."
"The head of the Iwasaki family is too modest." Prime Minister Shigeo said, "These families cannot compare with the Iwasaki family now. Onmyoji has been gradually eliminated by modern society. Now the Iwasaki family Mitsubishi Heavy Industries is the hope of Japan's military industry and one of the key points of Japan's national destiny. Japan still needs to rely on the Iwasaki family."
When the old man heard this, a hint of pride flashed in his gray eyes.
His eyes sparkled.
The operating revenue of all Mitsubishi Group companies will exceed US$1.5 trillion in 2024.
The operating revenue of companies under Samsung Group, one of its Asian rivals, is only US$350 billion.
Besides, Mitsubishi Group is almost entirely industrial.
It's no exaggeration to say.
If war breaks out now, Mitsubishi Group alone can build a modern military formation of sea, land and air forces.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, thank you for your compliment. On behalf of the Iwasaki family, I agree to the funding plan you requested." The old man smiled and said, "Although the amendment to the peace bill failed this time, we are still very grateful to Your Excellency, Prime Minister. This is our gift to Your Excellency, Prime Minister."
"Then I will thank the Iwasaki family on behalf of the Japanese government." Prime Minister Shigeki stood up with a happy face: "I will take my leave now."
"I'll see the Prime Minister off," the old man said, standing up.
Together with Bai Huizi, she chatted with Shiba Shigeki about some trivial matters while sending him to the garage.
After watching Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru's car leave.
The old man hesitated for a moment.
"Momoko, this is the closest we have ever been to amending Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Constitution, but if I am correct, we have still failed." The old man sighed, "Congressman Shiraishi Nagimitsu's speech in the Diet was very successful and aroused the anti-war sentiment among the Japanese people. Under this kind of pressure, the Diet will definitely not pass a bill to amend the Constitution."
"Then what the head of the family means," Bai Huizi frowned and said, "What should we do next?"
"Let's put it aside for now. The current situation in the world has caused the Japanese government to place an order with us for two more 'Izumo-class' warships, but..." The old man paused and continued: "Someone from the Demon Department came to discuss with us not long ago and wanted to work with us to murder Councillor Shiraishi, but I refused."
"These demon tribes are getting bolder and bolder. Haven't they suffered enough in the last 'weapon' plan?" Bai Huizi sneered, "There are almost no young descendants left. Do they still want to fight to the death?"
"They are still dreaming of dominating Japan." The old man sighed, "They are a bunch of people who cannot see the general trend. Even the ancient Onmyoji families with hundreds of years of heritage have been annihilated one after another. The demon tribes have fewer and fewer descendants, but they still don't spend their last days in peace. They are making trouble every day."
"Momoko, please find a time to inform Councillor Shiraishi and ask her to be careful. Although she ruined the good things of Mitsubishi Armaments, it is never a bad thing to win her friendship."
"Hi." Bai Huizi said with a slight bow.
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Yokosuka Naval Base in Tokyo Bay.
On an Izumo-class warship.
Yuuna Hashimoto was wearing a black Maritime Self-Defense Force uniform and a black and white military cap.
A pair of beautiful legs with exaggerated proportions are hidden in the uniform pants.
She lit a small black incense stick in her bedroom.
The fragrant wood burned violently, emitting a large amount of black mist.
A pair of red eyes appeared in the black fog in the air.
"Your Majesty the Emperor Sutoku." Hashimoto Yuuna knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"Hashimoto Yuna, I have read the report you submitted." Emperor Sutoku said, "This failure cannot be blamed on you, you did a good job."
"These are what I should do, thanks to the teachings of His Majesty Emperor Sutoku." Hashimoto Yuuna showed a grateful expression.
"I didn't tell you the details of this plan. Don't blame me." Emperor Sutoku said lightly.
"I dare not. I was adopted by the Ghost Department since I was a child. I grew up under the teachings of Your Majesty and have already made up my mind to devote myself to the Ghost Department." Hashimoto Yuna said excitedly: "It is my honor to sacrifice for the Ghost Department."
"Don't worry, in the last plan, even if you died, your soul would be stopped by me and returned to the Ghost Department." Emperor Sutoku said, "We have not given up on you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hashimoto Yuna prostrated herself on the ground, not daring to look up for a long time.
"That's all. If there is a new mission, I will inform you." After Emperor Sutoku finished speaking, his red eyes slowly closed and the black mist dissipated.
Hashimoto Yuna slowly raised her head with a sneer on her face.
Since you did this to me, don't blame me for selling you all out.
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After leaving the Imperial Palace, Sakura Kurumi rode a Kawasaki motorcycle to Tokyo Bay.
She hasn't ridden a motorcycle for a long time since she became a hall manager.
It's been a long time since I planted that man behind me.
I fell in love with him when I was driving a motorcycle and he was sitting behind me, hugging my belly.
Sakura Kurumi took off her helmet, shook her hair, and looked at the sea.
The sea breeze gently blew her long hair.
She was wearing a black leather jacket and had curvaceous body.
Under the night sky.
The moonlight was scattering silver fragments rolling on the waves.
Looking at the steps to the seaside, couples were whispering in groups of three or four.
A happy smile appeared on Sakura Sora Kurumi's delicate little face.
It was here that I met the man again.
He hugged himself, patted his back gently, and just sat there.
Under the sunset.
I slept very soundly that day.
"Sakurazora Kurumi, the director." A woman's voice, speaking not very standard Japanese, interrupted Sakurazora Kurumi's memories.
Yingkong Kurumi turned around and saw a white woman who was also wearing a black leather jacket and looked like she was from Eastern Europe approaching.
She has delicate makeup, a little smoky eyes, light lipstick, and big European and American earrings.
The long wavy hair was also blown behind the head by the sea breeze, revealing extremely deep facial features
The three-dimensional shape of the chin does not require any contouring.
The simple golden necklace on her neck makes her chest look even whiter.
The leather motorcycle jacket was open, revealing a low-cut blue dress.
"I've heard a lot about you, but it's our first time meeting you, Sakura Kurumi." The Eastern European woman smiled and extended her hand. "My name is Caitlin Palacios, you can just call me Caitlin."
Sakura Kurumi did not extend her hand, but said calmly: "Your ID, Miss Caitlin."
"Yakura Sora Walnut Hall is really cautious." Caitlin Palacios said with a smile, "No wonder I often hear news about you at the United Nations Interpol."
As she spoke, she took out a certificate from her bosom and handed it to Yingsora Kurumi.
"Oh, what news is this about me?" Yingsora Kurumi took it and looked at the certificate while staring at the woman with Eastern European appearance.
Nodded.
Sure enough, the photo of the woman on the ICPO ID card looked exactly like her.
"Of course, it's about how beautiful and young the Yingkong Kurumi Hall Manager is." Caitlin said with a smile, "There's nothing wrong with the ID, beautiful Hall Manager. Now I can prove my identity, right?"
"Sorry, here's your passport," Sakura Kurumi said after handing the documents back to her.
"OK." Caitlin Palacios took out her passport from the inside pocket of her leather jacket and handed it to Sakura Kurumi.
Yingsora Kurumi opened the passport, looked at it, and after comparing it, handed the passport back.
At the same time.
The pendant on the ear emits a golden light.
Yingkong Kurumi scanned the woman opposite with her spiritual power.
No concealment of spells or magic props was found.
"Welcome to Japan, Officer Caitlin." Sakura Kurumi then extended her hand.
"Thank you for coming out to greet me so late in the evening. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yingkong Kurumi." Caitlin put away her passport, stretched out her hand and shook it gently.
"This is my duty. It's not hard at all. The Minister of Internal Affairs, His Excellency Hirofumi Kojima, attaches great importance to Interpol and asked me to come and communicate with you in person." Kurumi Sakura turned around and took out another helmet from the Kawasaki motorcycle and threw it to Caitlin: "You don't get carsick, do you? Officer Caitlin."
"Kawasaki Z900" After Caitlin took the helmet, she reached out and brushed the Kawasaki motorcycle: "It's like my dream lover. I have always wanted a motorcycle like this. It's not cheap."
He said jokingly to Sakura Kurumi, "It seems that the income of your Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau in Japan is really good, Sakura Kurumi."
"It's okay." Yingkong Kurumi shrugged: "Get in the car, sit behind me, I'll take you to the hotel."
"Before we go to the hotel, can I briefly introduce the purpose of my visit to Japan?" Caitlin said, "I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I hope I won't disturb Sakura Sora Kurumi's rest."
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "I'm just worried that Officer Caitlin must be a little tired after flying for dozens of hours."
"It's indeed been a bit too long. The Russian airspace is closed. I can only transfer to Japan." Caitlin said with a smile: "My mission to come to Japan is for a woman."
"Women?" Sakura Kurumi frowned. "What women? There are so many women entering Japan every day."
"She probably doesn't have an identity in Japan." Caitlin took out a photo and handed it to Sakura Kurumi: "The purpose of my coming here is to find her."
(End of this chapter)
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