The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 592 Below the Flowerbed
That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky.

In the alleyway, Lu Wushuang and his two companions stared at each other in bewilderment.

After a long pause, Ryota Miyoshi hesitated before speaking.

"Want to go?"

Nanako remained silent.

Lu Wushuang said in a deep voice.

"Only an idiot would go. You're not even as smart as Nanako. It involves her family. Did you see her even mention going?"

Ryota Miyoshi scratched the back of his head, puzzled.

"But the other party doesn't seem hostile?"

Lu Wushuang gave him a disdainful look.

"Can a poison that smells like feces kill people?"

"Have you considered what situation we're facing if Nanako's memory is accurate?"

"Leaving aside the immense energy required to completely erase the traces of a family and dozens of servants, the people we questioned during the day did not recognize Nanako, and it was definitely not an act."

"Since Nanako's memory is fine, then the problem lies with them... Do you know where the problem is?"

Miyoshi Liang was shocked.

"So...it's a problem with their memories!"

Lu Wushuang nodded.

"of course."

"Working backwards from this point, those who can manipulate memories are mostly celestial beings who have cultivated sexual techniques. How many families in Japan might have a lineage of sexual techniques?"

"Furthermore, regarding the scope... Nanako's family is a prominent one, and there must be at least dozens of people who frequently come into contact with her family, and hundreds more who know her. If the memory erasure was done in stages, it would quickly become ineffective due to daily interactions... Therefore, it was most likely completed overnight."

"Hundreds of people, overnight."

"There is definitely more than one celestial being who did this."

Lu Wushuang suddenly gripped the hilt of his sword.

"The lineage of sexual cultivation, involving multiple celestial beings, is located within the capital... possessing all three of these qualities, don't tell me you can't guess which one it is."

Miyoshi Ryota was surprised again.

"Shintoism!"

Lu Wushuang nodded.

"This is the only option."

"Since Shintoism is involved, we have to ask one question—"

She turned to look at Nanako.

"who are you?"

"If your family is just a simple wealthy merchant family, why would you be involved with Shintoism... And why did Matsuura Takanobu recognize you before he died and think that he could use your identity to save his own life?"

Before Nanako could speak, she waved her hand.

"You don't know, so you don't need to answer, but you should also know that it's no longer just about taking you home."

"You must explain everything about your family in detail... If your family are innocent people controlled by Shintoism, then your departure has undoubtedly caused some changes, and it could very well be dangerous..."

"The sooner the problem is identified, the greater the chance of your family members surviving."

There is no doubt that Lu Wushuang was trying to induce a confession.

She didn't mention the possibility that Nanako's family members were accomplices of Shintoism, or even Shintoists. She only used the threat of "potential danger to her family" to force Nanako to talk.

But even if she did say it, Nanako would subconsciously ignore it... Who would think their family members are bad people?

Throughout their journey, Li Miao never acted behind Nanako's back, so she naturally knew exactly what kind of people Shintoism was.

So without Lu Wushuang saying anything more, Nanako took the initiative to tell him everything she knew.

After she finished speaking, Lu Wushuang frowned.

"Too normal."

Yes, that's perfectly normal. Flawless.

The expenses, the number of servants, the frequency and season of business trips, and the social hierarchy were all perfectly normal, without any deviation or clues.

After a long pause, Lu Wushuang pondered.

"At least we can't go to Nanako's house. That sword saint is likely the jailer guarding Nanako's father. We can't send ourselves there rashly without confirming the other party's stance."

"Moreover, the other side already knows what we look like, and they also know that Nanako has returned."

"How about this."

"You two, go find a few nearby businesses tonight and see if you can find out the exact time when they lost their memory, and what unusual things happened in Kyoto after Nanako left."

"Remember to disguise yourself. If you hear any unusual movements, leave immediately without waiting for me."

Ryota Miyoshi responded and turned to leave with Nanako, but then suddenly realized something and turned back to ask.

"Where are you going, big sister?"

Lu Wushuang pondered for a moment.

"I think Nanako's escape is a bit suspicious... How could a delicate rich girl like her escape from under the noses of the Shinto celestials so easily?"

"There always has to be someone behind the scenes pushing things along."

"The reason she ran away from home was that her father was going to marry someone else... I think this might be the key—I need to investigate her marriage partner."

Ryota Miyoshi said in a low voice.

"Elder sister, I think... we really don't need to rush to investigate... Wouldn't it be better if we concealed our whereabouts and waited until Lord Li arrived?"

Lu Wushuang let out a cold laugh.

"Wait, wait, wait my ass!"

"Are you a baby? You have to wait for your parents to do everything. What's the point of learning martial arts? Wouldn't it be better to go home and nurse?"

"If I were willing to live a secluded life as a young lady, why would I come to Japan with Lord Li!"

After saying that, she leaped onto the roof and then used her light-footed skills to quickly head in the direction Nanako had indicated.

The destination is not far.

With Lu Wushuang's lightness skill, he landed on the roof of a house in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. He held his breath and hid, glancing at a mansion.

The family that was to marry Nanako was also a wealthy merchant with a substantial fortune, so their mansion was quite large and easy to spot.

Lu Wushuang looked at it for a moment, then frowned.

According to her estimation, since Shintoism went to great lengths to erase all traces of Nanako's family's existence, the family that was to marry into her family would most likely be relocated or even silenced.

Her guess was correct.

The sprawling mansion was indeed pitch black, without a single glimmer of light. The steps leading to the entrance were covered in dust, with weeds sprouting from the cracks in the steps, and even some horse manure scattered around, clearly indicating that it had been abandoned for a long time and used by passing merchants as a place to store their horses.

Lu Wushuang jumped off the roof, walked around the entire mansion, and after confirming that there was no movement inside, finally jumped into the courtyard.

pat.

After landing, she slipped into a clump of trees and looked around.

The courtyard was clearly meticulously arranged, filled with various trees and flowers. In one corner, there was a pond with fallen leaves floating on the surface and the water had turned green, indicating that it had been abandoned for a long time.

Two rows of flowerbeds lined both sides of the path leading to the main house, stretching all the way from the doorway.

Lu Wushuang looked at the bushes and carefully examined them for a while. Suddenly, she drew her soft sword, took a few steps to the side, and thrust it into the base of a cluster of flowers that were blooming particularly well.

puff.

The soft sword sank easily into the soil without any resistance at first, but after penetrating a foot, it suddenly stopped.

Lu Wushuang felt the touch from the tip of the sword and poked it again to confirm. After a few more times, she finally pulled out the soft sword.

There's no need to confirm anymore; she dealt with this tactile sensation almost every day during her time as an assassin in the Blood-Clad Tower.

It's hard yet soft; the blade feels slightly slippery and has a subtle roughness when you pierce it.

That was the tactile sensation of a sword's edge striking bone.

Beneath the flowers lay a corpse.

(End of this chapter)