Chapter 25 Nanchuan Keiko, begging for the first time
I saw Fang Zuo looking me up and down.
Minamikawa Keiko looked down and her face turned red.
She squeezed her legs together unnaturally to block the sweat stains.
"Officer Fujino, I hope you will abide by the police discipline manual. If you look at me like this again, I will complain to your superiors."
Fang Zuo glanced at her and ignored her.
Inside the shabby living room.
Various items were neatly arranged, and no fierce fighting occurred.
Looking at the naked female deceased, Fang Zuo frowned.
He had just died, his face was pale and he looked very satisfied.
Died from taking tonifying herbs.
All the yin energy is lost.
The blood dried up.
There is still a trace of soul imprint left in the corpse.
These so-called evil "gods" are no different from hyenas.
Not to mention the lowly means.
To seduce a soul, a simple task that even a little Taoist boy from Mount Maoshan can do, actually requires the sexual desires of men and women as a medium.
Then.
Essence, blood, yin energy, soul, none of them are spared.
A good stranger was eaten up.
Leaving behind an empty shell.
How greedy he is.
As expected, this is another case where the murderer cannot be found.
'Bang'.
A small stool nearby was kicked over.
The beautiful female reporter next to him was recording with her phone, looking horrified.
Although he was so scared that the sweat stains were more obvious, he persisted with a pale face.
Quite dedicated.
Fang Zuo took a few steps into the room.
This kind of old apartment has a very small layout.
Open the large wardrobe against the wall.
Saw a shrine.
Long tusks and four arms.
The four arms held different magical instruments, and a string of skulls hung on the chest.
It is indeed the same evil god.
Fang pointed his left finger and a beam of golden light shot out.
"Hurry up and follow the order! Shoot!"
Tightly bind the evil god in the shrine.
Continuously shrinking.
"It's you again, the powerful Eastern cultivator. This is not your place. Why are you against us?"
This time, the spirit is much stronger than the last one of the Oda family, and it can already control the statue to make sounds.
The statue of the evil god had a ferocious expression, with black air rising from its body, resisting the golden light.
"I can let you go. It doesn't matter to me. Tell me your plan, or rather, your plan?"
Fang Zuo had no expression on his face.
"Don't even think about it." A roar.
Suddenly, the female corpse on the ground jumped up suddenly.
He stretched out his hands and pinched Minamikawa Keiko.
'ah!'
Nanchuan Jingzi was frightened so much that she turned pale and quickly hid behind Fang Zuo, hugging Fang Zuo tightly.
The female corpse's stiff face turned and she pounced towards Fang Zuo.
"Playing with corpses in front of Maoshan?"
Fang Zuo smiled.
A pinch of the magic formula.
The soul imprint in the corpse was annihilated. The female corpse fell to the ground with a thump.
'Crack, crack, crack.'
The evil god statue in the wardrobe could not withstand the oppression of the golden light.
The head broke and fell down.
A red shadow rushed out from the crack and ran outside.
Fang made a vague grab with his left hand.
The red shadow was entangled by layers of golden light and shrunk into a golden ball.
Thrown together with the previous red shadow.
'Boom.'
The headless half of the statue completely shattered into dust.
Fang Zuo suddenly felt his collar tightening around his neck.
Look back.
The beautiful reporter was so nervous that she couldn't speak.
One hand was tightly grabbing his clothes, while the other hand was holding the mobile phone to record the video.
With her effort, the collar of Fang Zuo's shirt pulled back.
"Private Marseille".
Keiko Minamikawa turned pale with fright. Seeing the man staring at her unhappily, she quickly let go of her hands that were grabbing her clothes.
These scenes are so weird.
The jumping corpse just now almost scared her to death.
Then, the man had a strange conversation with a statue.
Then it was like in the movies.
After various lights flashed, they finally returned to calm.
Everything that happened was beyond her comprehension.
Is this still the world that I, with my high education and knowledge, think I understand?
She has always been proud of her doctoral degree from Waseda University.
But I have never seen such a supernatural thing in my life.
Minamikawa Keiko suddenly noticed that the man was looking downwards again.
I lowered my head and looked along.
Because I was too nervous, my entire yoga pants were covered with big sweat stains.
Now no matter how tightly you squeeze your legs together, you can't stop it.
"You, bastard, don't look." Minamikawa Keiko gritted her teeth, her face red as if bleeding.
This man's eyes are really obscene.
"I'm just curious, why you have less sweat on it." The man shrugged.
Keiko Minamikawa turned her back and pulled out the cloth.
"Officer Fujino, what is going on here? You should explain it to me."
Minamikawa Keiko clenched her hands and waved them angrily.
With his other hand, he grabbed the phone and continued to record a video for Fang Zuo: "The people have the right to know what happened here."
She had to stare at the screen of her mobile phone. She had recorded everything that had just happened. Now all that was left was the man's words.
Fang Zuo said expressionlessly, "I'm not interested in telling you. Besides, do you think you can broadcast it? You think too highly of yourself, Ms. Kitagawa Keiko."
"It's Minamikawa Keiko," the woman corrected.
"Whatever."
Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders. This kind of supernatural incident would cause great social panic.
There is no way any government would allow the video to be broadcast.
After collecting this piece of soul, I also gained some new information.
Just as he guessed, it was not the only evil god.
Who are they, and how many are there? What is their purpose? Just like why did I fall here? As the matter goes deeper, more and more questions arise.
Now that the statue upstairs has been dealt with, the rest of the matter is left to the police officers downstairs.
Fang Zuo closed his eyes and sensed the house for a moment, only to find that there was nothing else there.
Hmm? Fang Zuo seemed to have discovered something and turned to look at Nanchuan Jingzi again.
"Fujino, if you look at me again, I will really complain about you." Minamikawa Keiko said word by word.
Fang Zuo touched his chin. It seemed that this woman had never suffered. In that case, he would not be a good person.
Let her be tortured.
Turned around and prepared to go downstairs.
"Hashibean sack."
Nanchuan Jingzi suddenly called out to Fang Zuo.
"Private Marseille, can you lend me your suit jacket?"
Minamikawa Keiko opened her red lips slightly and spoke with difficulty.
The voice was so low that it was almost like a plea.
After she finished saying this, her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Huh?" Fang Zuo was stunned. What do I need a suit jacket for?
Seeing her unnatural long legs that had nowhere to go.
Understood.
"No loan." Fang Zuo refused.
"You!" Keiko Minamikawa was very surprised.
Ever since she was old enough to understand, Keiko Minamikawa has been proud of her appearance and figure.
I have long been accustomed to the blatant possessive gazes of men.
Just like the Inspector Fujino in front of him, who has looked at him more than once.
She could feel it.
What's more, in her opinion, lending her his suit jacket to cover it up was a very gentlemanly act.
It is also the best opportunity to gain your favor.
But the man refused outright.
You know.
I have never had the experience of being rejected by a man when I asked for help.
Minamikawa Keiko couldn't bear to go out like this.
Given the sensitivity of Tokyo media, I'm afraid that quite a number of colleagues are already reporting downstairs.
And most of them are live broadcast online.
With my fame, if I just walked downstairs like this.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until the next day, because I’ll be on the headlines in the next second.
Then you will appear on the homepage of all media apps.
Below the title, there is a picture of himself making a fool of himself that is magnified to the extreme.
"Qiaodou Madai, can I buy your suit jacket?" Nanchuan Jingzi hurriedly ran a few steps to stop Fang Zuo: "Just name your price."
"Please."
The man said with a bad attitude.
Please read it, one pursuit, one love.
(End of this chapter)
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