Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

After a while, the night was already deep, and Shota Matsumoto returned to the bedroom, shooing away Ai Kayano who was following behind him.

Shota Matsumoto is a widower. He has been widowed for many years and has never renewed his marriage. He has also always stayed away from women. He is the most famous upright gentleman in the political circle.

Looking at Kayano Ai's swaying graceful back, he clenched his fists so tightly that veins popped out.

He is not a bullshit gentleman. The reason why he is not flirtatious with women is because he was injured on the battlefield and can no longer work as a human being.

"Baga, that damn* person is really a headache."

Lying on the bed, Shota Matsumoto was a little tired and closed his eyes, pinched his temples, and murmured in a low voice.

"I can help you so you never have another headache."

A faint voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound was not loud, but when he heard it, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue. Matsumoto Shota was almost frightened.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, but a big hand made of steel pressed down on his shoulder first. Through the quilt, it accurately touched his nerve plexus, and then gently picked it.

"Uh~"

Matsumoto Shota groaned, half of his body instantly became sore, and he couldn't even lift up any strength.

"Are you the Evil God? We can talk~"

After all, this old man had experienced many battles and his mental quality was not compromised. After the initial shock, he quickly regained his composure.

Although his body was restrained, his tone remained calm and he tried to delay the negotiation.

At the same time, he could barely move, and his other hand hidden under the quilt slowly moved toward a mechanism beside the bed.

Du Weiguo didn't answer at all, but glanced at him with a half-smile. The next second, just when his finger was about to touch the mechanism.

The big hand holding his shoulder suddenly loosened, and then moved up to his neck like lightning, flicking his fingers.

Shota Matsumoto's eyes froze for an instant, his pupils immediately lost focus, and then slowly closed. He was knocked unconscious by Du Weiguo's finger knife.

"Talk about your uncle."

With a sneer on his lips, Du Weiguo took out a thick syringe from the space, lifted the quilt, and exposed his ankle.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the bustling Tokyo, the first city in Asia, with its bustling lights and feasting, finally fell silent, and everything was silent.

Japan's Ministry of Internal Affairs, Special Higher Education Course, although the lights in Ryota Takahashi's office were dark, he did not go home.

At this moment, Takahashi Ryota was sitting on the sofa in the dark, holding his chin in thought, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Dingling bell~"

The phone on the desk suddenly rang. Ryota Takahashi's eyes suddenly froze, he jumped up, rushed to the desk and picked up the phone.

"Hey, I'm Ryota Takahashi, what? Are you sure? Very good, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, in the darkness, Ryota Takahashi's lips curved upward, and he whispered to himself:

"Sure enough, this guy, Evil God, took action anyway. He was really unscrupulous and didn't care about anyone or any identity at all.

However, he actually used assassination this time. Did he still want to retain a trace of dignity? Or maybe we are afraid of the backlash from Japan, haha, interesting. "

"It's not to preserve any dignity, nor to care about your Japanese bullshit, I'm just too lazy to kill more innocuous people."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the darkness behind him. Ryota Takahashi was frightened, his pupils dilated, and the spines on his body stood up.

His reaction was not unpleasant. Almost as soon as the sound rang out, he stood up suddenly, took out his gun, and turned around in one go. However, it was of no use.

As soon as he took out the pistol with his fingers, his neck was pinched tightly by Du Weiguo's vise-like hands.

Ordinary people, no matter how powerful they are, are like unweaned children when facing Du Weiguo. They are not even qualified to resist, and their despair is suffocating.

"Uh~"

Takahashi Ryota groaned in pain, his whole body lost strength, and he could no longer hold the pistol, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

In the dark space, Du Weiguo's eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisps, enchanting:

"Takahashi Ryota, I really admire your courage. You have actually plotted against me many times. You study Chinese culture all day long, but you have never heard of seeking the skin of a tiger. How can there be any benefit?"

His fingers exerted force slightly, and Du Weiguo's tone was as sharp as a knife:

"Are you so anxious to die?"

"Pfft!"

Takahashi Ryota couldn't bear the pain and couldn't help but kneel on the ground. He knew very well that he was facing a life and death crisis at this moment.

If you say the wrong thing, you will immediately meet the Lord of Hell.

"Wei, Sir Wesley, I admit that I used you to borrow a knife to kill people, but the decision was made by you yourself."

The corners of Du Weiguo's lips raised in a joking tone:

"Oh, you are right. Now, I have to make a second decision. Ryota Takahashi, what else do you have to say."

As he spoke, his big hand suddenly exerted force, and Takahashi Ryota suddenly felt heart-wrenching pain, had difficulty breathing, his eyesight turned black, and he was about to faint.

Du Weiguo is sincerely planning to kill the scourge of Takahashi Ryota.

This guy is like a black mamba hiding in the dark. You never know when he will suddenly jump out and bite you. He is a potential threat and should be removed as soon as possible.

Therefore, after killing Shota Matsumoto, Du Weiguo did not hesitate and teleported directly to Ryota Takahashi's lair.

Don't be afraid of being bitten if you have too many lice. Anyway, Du Weiguo has assassinated the deputy speaker of the damn Senate. He has already broken the news. Does he care about killing one more spy leader?

At the critical moment of life and death, Takahashi Ryota used all his strength to suck the milk and begged for mercy in a hissing voice:

"Don't, don't kill me! I, I'm useful, I know the secrets of the Freemasonry. They are currently studying the cells of blood rats in an attempt to mass-produce ability users!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows instantly furrowed and he let go of his hand.

Takahashi Ryota sat slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, like a fish offshore, panting heavily.

To be honest, this news like a bolt from the blue not only saved Ryota Takahashi's life, but also really shocked Du Weiguo.

Thinking of the blood beast's difficulty and the tragic ending of dying with it in Tai O, Du Weiguo's expression became surprisingly solemn.

If the Freemasonry really mass-produces terrifying monsters that are comparable to the blood beasts, let alone dealing with them, they will probably be able to rule the earth.

Du Weiguo's eyes flickered and his voice was unusually low:

"Blood rat?"

Takahashi Ryota covered his unconscious shoulders, no longer as calm and calm as before, and his tone was full of fear:

"Yes, yes, it is the blood-sucking monster that appeared in Hong Kong Island and Tai O and was finally killed by you."

He spoke in such detail, and it was obviously not groundless. Du Weiguo's face became more and more gloomy:

"What's going on? Tell me everything you know."

Takahashi Ryota raised his head fiercely, his eyes were obscure, and he glanced at Du Weiguo quickly. It was obvious that he was looking for a guarantee, a guarantee that he could survive.

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke for a long time, calmed his mind, and said in a calm voice:

"Say it, I won't kill you."

Takahashi Ryota breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Okay, okay, Burne Perez sent people to fish out the body of the blood beast from the sea. He rebuilt a secret base on the other side of Yinni to study the blood beast. At present, preliminary progress has been made."

"Where is the base?"

Du Weiguo was holding a cigarette, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and Takahashi Ryota was trembling all over:

"Sir Wesley, I, I don't know either. I swear, I only discovered it recently. Give me a month, no, 20 days, and I will definitely be able to find the base."

"no need."

Du Weiguo's voice was cold, and he stubbed out the cigarette butt with his fingers, then held it in his hand and put it into his pocket. Seeing this scene, Ryota Takahashi suddenly realized something, and his hair stood up.

"Sir Wesley, you promised to let me live. I can still do it~~um~" His voice stopped suddenly, and his neck was once again clamped by Du Weiguo's big hand, and his thumb held down his neck like a steel bar. Adam's apple.

Takahashi Ryota couldn't breathe in an instant, his eyes were blood red from holding it in, and he tightly grasped Du Weiguo's hand with both hands, trying to break it open, but it was like a cricket shaking a tree, with no effect at all.

"Please, please~" His eyes were filled with pleading, and he begged for mercy with all his strength.

"Sorry, I broke my promise."

Du Weiguo's voice was cold and without any ripples. His fingers suddenly exerted force, and there was a crunching sound, and his Adam's apple shattered.

"Uh~uh~"

Ryota Takahashi covered his throat tightly with both hands, his face turned purple, and he was rolling and twisting on the ground like a worm. He also tried to reach for the ball pen on the desk, and he wanted to save himself.

His lower back was suddenly stepped on by a big foot. Du Weiguo's face was expressionless and his voice was without warmth:

"You always have to pay back when you come out to fool around. Takahashi Ryota, when you plotted against me, you should have realized how today will end."

A moment later, until Ryota Takahashi died completely, Du Weiguo flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he had appeared in a stall in the restroom of Shinjuku Kabukicho, the still bustling Shentai Bar.

That's right, Du Weiguo lost two earth-shattering big names in a row, and it only took a mere shit.

A perfect alibi, invisible to God and invisible to ghosts.

After walking out of the bathroom, Du Weiguo strolled back to the bar, picked up half a glass of ice-cold whiskey, put his arms around a young woman's waist familiarly, and raised his glass to Merlin.

This woman was probably in her 20s, with good looks, a bumpy figure, and a wheat-colored skin that is rare for Japanese women.

Regarding Du Weiguo's intimate gesture of holding his waist, she rolled her eyes at him with annoyance, but her body honestly did not move away.

"cheers!"

Merlin clinked the wine glasses with him, smiled half-heartedly, and asked thoughtfully: "Boss, is everything going well?"

Du Weiguo laughed and said with a pun: "Well, the garbage has been taken care of, and I feel refreshed."

After drinking a few more drinks, the pretty woman seemed to be a little too drunk. She gently leaned her head on Du Weiguo's shoulder, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her breath was like orchid:

"Mr. Wesley, it's getting late. I seem a little drunk. How about you send me back to rest."

Her voice was full of charm, her eyes were blurry, and her meaning was self-evident. It was time to do something that adults would like to see.

This woman who throws herself into his arms has an unusual identity. She is the most beloved daughter of the current Prime Minister of Japan. Her name is Xiaoxi Hayami, and she has just returned from studying abroad at Citigroup.

She is a distinguished guest that Jiro Kamada spent a lot of effort to invite. As witnesses, of course he needs to find a few of sufficient weight.

Xiao Xi had long seen that this girl was a perfect beauty control and an open-minded person. In just a few hours, she was fascinated by Du Weiguo and completely conquered her.

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, and his big hand naturally moved down, placed it on her plump part, and squeezed it gently. It was quite elastic and the feel was acceptable.

"Lisa, don't worry, just have a few more drinks. You don't know that I have a special physique. Every time I drink one more drink, I can gain strength and increase the duration."

Lisa was her English name, and Du Weiguo whispered something sexy in her ear. The woman's eyes suddenly turned wild, and she was almost dripping with charm.

"Really?"

Du Weiguo smiled evilly: "Hey, of course it's true. You'll know it soon, I promise~~"

"Disgusting~"

After a few more drinks, hurried footsteps sounded in the stairwell. On the third floor of the bar, a large group of uninvited guests suddenly rushed in wearing gray windbreakers, which are the standard jackets of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Each of these people had stern expressions and bulging waists. They were obviously accompanied by someone. The leader was a short, dark, thin, middle-aged man.

After a brief identification, he walked straight towards Du Weiguo's table. He spoke in English with a cold tone:

"Mr. Wesley, I am Chitō Ito, the director of the Internal Security Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Tonight, a major murder occurred in Tokyo. Please come with me and accept the investigation."

This guy is quite strong and upright. To be honest, today, there are not many people who dare to talk to Du Weiguo like this.

A sharp light flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he was about to have an attack, but was suppressed.

"Ha~"

Du Weiguo chuckled, turned around lazily, burped, glanced at him slightly drunkenly, and said in a teasing tone:

"Ito Chitō, are you so stupid? It's none of my business whether it's murder or not? Get out of here and don't bother me drinking."

"Yes! What does the murder have to do with Wesley? We were here drinking all night. Do you want to make a false accusation?"

Xiaoxi had already seen that this little girl was really drunk, her eyes straightened, her eldest lady's temper rose, and she waved her hand at Ito Chitō impatiently.

Chitō Ito was startled at first, then narrowed his triangular eyes. He recognized Konishi Hayami and frowned:

"Miss Xiaoxi, why are you here? Are you sure you have been drinking with him all night?"

"Nonsense, go away quickly and don't disturb our enjoyment."

Ito Qiantang glanced at Du Weiguo again, with a slightly hesitant expression. He probably didn't expect that Ju Xiaoxi had seen this sudden change and was uncertain.

Du Weiguo sneered:

"Haha, Silly, I never left the bar tonight. Dozens of people present can prove it. Could it be that I could still go out and kill people?"

His conversation suddenly changed and his tone became more joking:

"Ito Chitō, you idiot, you were pushed out to die on purpose, get out of here!"

At this time, in addition to Tianhuang, the nobleman who Xiao Xi had seen earlier, there were also many drinkers, all of whom were either rich or noble. These people were indeed powerful witnesses to Du Weiguo's absence.

"Is it really not him?"

Du Weiguo's words were so conclusive that Ito Qiantang couldn't help but frown. He wasn't really stupid, but he was also murmuring in his heart.

The name of the evil god wields power throughout the world, and ordinary people may not know it, but as the Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, how could Chitō Ito not know about it and not be afraid of it.

It's just my duty, I have to do it, so I just have to do it.

The key is that Du Weiguo acted so arrogantly that he dared to assassinate the Speaker of the House of Lords and the Minister of the Interior one night.

This made Chitō Ito, who had always been upright and extremely missionary, filled with indignation and intolerable.

However, the situation in front of him really confused him. The total distance between the two crime locations was more than 20 kilometers, and it was definitely not possible to go back and forth in a short time.

If Du Weiguo had been drinking here all night, then he did have a perfect alibi, which could at least rule out the suspicion that he was the one responsible.

As for teleportation or clones, Chitō Ito didn't think about that at all.

Du Weiguo's abilities have been studied over and over again by intelligence agencies from various countries all day long, but none of them include these two.

Therefore, he was pushed out to die out of stupidity. Du Weiguo had always had a violent temper. Once angered, he would most likely be killed on the spot.

If that's the case, even if Du Weiguo's crotch is made of yellow mud, it's still shit, paralyzed, and calculated.

Seeing Ito Qiantang dumbfounded on the spot, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and playfully blew out the smoke in his face:

"What? Is there anything else, or do you really want to take me back for investigation?"

"Uh~, no, no, no, Mr. Wesley, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll take my leave."

Ito Qiantang is not crazy. Now that he has figured out that he is being plotted, of course he will not invite Du Weiguo, the god of plague, back.

As the old saying goes, it is easier to invite gods than to send them away. When the time comes, after it is confirmed that the person was not killed by him, how should this matter end?

"Whoo~"

Ito Qiantang turned around and was about to leave, but Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and reached out to clasp his shoulders:

"Don't leave in a hurry? Ito Qiantang, who asked you to come? Marde, you dare to frame me, my temper is so good?"

"Uh~" Ito Qiantang's eyes immediately panicked. He knew exactly what Du Weiguo was going to do.

Du Weiguo leaned down, with a smile on his face, staring into his eyes fiercely, and whispered like a devil in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"What? Is this question difficult to answer? Chitō Ito, do you know? In fact, I can find it myself. Whether you say it or not, this life was sold by you."

Sweat broke out on Ito Qiantang's forehead, and he no longer had the arrogance he had just now. The person who informed him to come to the Shenting Bar to arrest people was his immediate boss, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, with a wave of his hand, the Minister of the Interior.

If the Minister of Internal Affairs is assassinated after he leaves, whether it is Du Weiguo himself or not, then his political career, his life, and even the fate of the entire family will probably begin to count down. (End of chapter)