Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 247 Sister-in-law

The events described by this figure are all major turning points in history.

Of course Jin Meiting also knew it.

but.

But this is the first time I heard that these incidents are all related to one organization.

at this time.

A mysterious rumor that has always been circulating in the entertainment industry appeared in Jin Meiting's mind.

"Excuse me, what is the name of your organization? Why did you come to me again?" Jin Meiting asked cautiously.

The figure said nothing.

Stretch out your hands, put them together in the shape of a pyramid and place them in front of your forehead.

All of a sudden.

A living, three-dimensional, closed eye appears in the middle of the gesture.

It appears extremely three-dimensional in the darkness.

It is much clearer and more realistic than movies watched in 3DM cinemas.

The eyes in the pyramid slowly opened.

Move your eyes left and right.

He looked at Jin Meiting strangely.

Suddenly, I felt like my whole body was being spied on.

"Illuminati!" Jin Meiting said the three words that she had guessed in her mind.

An extremely mysterious organization.

Only recruit the world's top elites.

Just like the meaning of the pyramid gesture, these people are at the top of the food chain.

But for some reason, they have been recruiting big stars to join in recent years.

Jin Meiting never thought that one day the Illuminati would find her.

"Why do you like me?" Jin Meiting asked as she slowly sat down on the sofa opposite the figure.

The figure slowly retracted the gesture, and as the hands separated, the 3D eyes disappeared.

"The Illuminati saw the importance of media and celebrities thirty years ago, and gradually expanded from recruiting only political, business, academic, and scientific elites to the entertainment media."

"The Illuminati admires Miss Kim Mi-jung's abilities in the Japanese and Korean entertainment circles, so they sent me to Japan to sincerely invite Miss Kim to join the organization."

"Ms. Jin Meiting, this is your chance." The figure said in a deep voice.

"I am grateful to the Illuminati for taking a liking to me. It is my honor. But I would like to ask, what do I have to pay to invite me to join the Illuminati? And what can I get?" Jin Meiting said lightly.

There is no free lunch in this world.

Jin Meiting knows this truth deeply.

"There's no specific stipulation on what you'll have to pay, but the Illuminati will tell you when they need you to do something." The figure continued, "As for what you can gain, I'm sitting here, do you still have any doubts?"

"Miss Jin has so many bodyguards, and I can still sit here and invite you. This already proves something."

"Some of the Illuminati's resources are open to you. The most important point is that your opponents have not been invited yet."

"No regulations?" Jin Meiting frowned.

The less clearly priced a transaction is, the higher the risk.

"If I don't agree, what will you do?" Jin Meiting looked at the figure warily and asked, "Kill me?"

"No, my role in the Illuminati is a guide. I'll be in charge of contacting you regarding your membership, and you have the right to refuse." The figure said calmly, "As for whether or not to punish you, and how to punish you, that's up to the Brotherhood of Light after they've assessed your risk."

Jin Meiting hesitated slightly. While she was thinking, a voice came into her ears: "Promise it."

It’s the boss!!!

Jin Meiting was ecstatic, the boss is back!!

All the worries in my heart were swept away, and I was no longer afraid of the Illuminati.

"I agree." Jin Meiting nodded.

"A smart choice." The figure nodded and formed a pyramid with his hands. "Then please close your eyes, Miss Jin."

Jin Meiting closed her eyes.

That feeling of being spied on came back again.

Fang Zuo saw from the side that the eye in the pyramid was like a Shinto goddess, embedding a mark into Jin Meiting's soul.

"You can open your eyes now, Miss Jin Meiting, and welcome to join the Illuminati." A figure threw something over from a distance.

Jin Meiting reached out and took it.

An exquisite emblem.

I don't know if the pyramid was made of Ming alloy.

Hanging on the top of the pyramid was the eye that he had just seen.

At the bottom is printed a line of English: [On par with gods].

The reverse side of the emblem.

Printed with [Apprentice: Gold] No. 341
Below the number, it is printed as Freemasonry, not the Illuminati.

Jin Meiting frowned.

As if knowing what she was thinking, the figure said, "The Illuminati is divided into the Mystic Society and the Freemasons. Miss Jin, don't underestimate the Freemasons. Although the Freemasons' status is lower than that of the Mystic Society, it does not mean that the Freemasons' status is not high enough."

"Over the years, Freemasonry has produced fourteen American presidents and twenty-six leaders of other countries."

"Please keep this badge with you, Miss Jin. If you encounter anything that needs to be addressed by the Illuminati in the future, you can contact me through this badge."

"Okay." Jin Meiting put away the badge.

"Then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, the figure gradually disappeared.

Fang Zuo walked out from the side and sat on the sofa.

This person's escape technique is quite advanced.

It seems that this sharp-tongued woman is not simple!

Mei Shiraishi.

It turns out that his sister-in-law with J cup breasts has joined the Illuminati and is a guide of some kind.

Pretending to be a ghost.

"Boss, you're back!!!" Jin Meiting knelt on the ground with joy, hugging Fang Zuo's legs.

"Do you have any other ideas since I haven't been around these days?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No! I dare not." Jin Meiting's face turned pale.

Even though Fang Zuo disappeared for a while, it would be a lie to say that he had no thoughts at all.

At least I have thought of many ways out.

But I didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

"Are you afraid, or don't have it?" Fang Zuo smiled and grabbed Jin Meiting's hair, pulled it up, and brought her delicate little face close to his.

Jin Meiting's hair was pulled, but excitement flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes became increasingly moist, and her red lips parted slightly.

Fang Zuo grabbed her hair and pressed her tightly against the floor-to-ceiling glass. "You've lost some weight? Huh?"

She held on tightly to the floor-to-ceiling glass with both hands, but the smooth glass gave her no leverage, and her legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

I could only hold up the floor-to-ceiling glass with all my strength.

A strange electric current made her eyes widen and she wanted to grab something with her hands.

Momoki Kanona rides a skateboard, traveling through the city of Tokyo, where incense and fireworks blend together.

Today, she has already identified a renegade hiding in Tokyo.

After these apostates fled to Japan, they were protected by Japanese law.

These apostates, who are also in the incense system, cunningly hide in the world of incense fusion.

Located in Ueno Park, Taito Ward, Tokyo.

"Come out." Momoki Kanona, wearing a black T-shirt and white shorts, stood in front of Shinobazu Pond: "Or do you want me to catch you out?"

The voice just fell.

There was a ripple in Shinobazu Pond.

Then the sky became overcast and light rain began to fall.

Momoki Kanonai felt nervous.

Although she had captured two apostates wanted by Protestantism these days, they were nothing compared to this former ascetic of Protestantism.

Ascetic, a being similar to the Disciple Knight.

The light rain soaked Momoki Kanonna's clothes.

Her hair.

Water droplets blurred her vision.

She wiped her face with her small hands and stared nervously at the surface of Shinobazu Pond.

"You've finally found us. Can't the Archbishop just let us go?" A figure slowly emerged, standing on the water. "We simply escaped from the church and didn't do anything else."

Like a human, but not like a human.

He had an old human face, but dense and disgusting lumps of flesh on his head, normal limbs, and was wearing jeans and a white shirt.

Two thick whiskers hung down to his chest and hung at the corners of his mouth.

Momoki Kanonai and he looked at each other and were stunned.

"It's you?"

"It's not you!"

"It's you? Saint Momoki Xiangzhinai, why is it you, why not her?" The weird-looking old man with fleshy beard asked in surprise.

"It's not you, why are you like this? Grandpa Steve Kerr." Momoki Kanono said in surprise.

"This is what I really look like, Chanel." The weird-looking old man said, shaking the fleshy whiskers on his mouth.

"How is that possible?" Momoki Kanonna looked at the other person in disbelief and wiped her face that was wet with rain.

"How can it be impossible? This is indeed what I really look like." Steve Kerr said with a wry smile: "What you saw before was just my disguise. Not only me, but almost everyone you saw in that town was also their disguise."

"Their true appearance is even more disgusting than mine, and they are even more unfit to be seen by others than I am."

"How could you?" Momoki Kanonai shook her head. "No, I don't believe it. You betrayed the Protestant Church and fled here. How could I possibly believe the words of a traitor?"

"Really? What about him?" Steve Kerr said, "Look behind you and see who he is. You must know him."

Momoki Kanona turned sideways, and another strange old man appeared beside her.

His eyes bulged out, his face had two strange cheeks that were opening and closing, and he was wearing a Japanese samurai costume.

The hanging arms contained a pair of hands that were much larger than those of an average person, and the fingers had flesh membranes that only amphibians have.

"Chanel, is that you? Child, long time no see!" said the old man with long cheeks, "Do you remember me?"

"Who are you? Is that your voice, Grandpa Devon Burns?" Momoki Kanonai said in surprise and trembling slightly.

Compared to the previous one, Momoki Kanonai has more feelings for Devon Burns.

Whenever it rains, he appears and looks at the sky.

Then I sat under the window where Momoki Kanona often daydreamed, and told her some interesting stories in the rain.

"It's me, Chanel, child!" Devon Burns opened and closed his cheeks strangely, then suddenly opened his mouth. His long, thin tongue flicked in the air, soaked in some rainwater, and then retracted into his mouth. "I'm glad you recognize my voice, Chanel. I hope you haven't forgotten the stories I told you when you were little."

"Grandpa Devin, it's really you. How did you become like this?" Momoki Kanonai stared in amazement at the old man whom she had known since childhood, who had now turned into a monster.

Even his actions are so strange.

"Steve is right," Devon Burns smacked his lips, seeming satisfied with the rain. "This is who we really are. What you see in the town is just our disguise."

"It's not just us, the whole town is full of people like us, people who live like monsters."

"What? The whole town?" Momoki Kanonai said doubtfully. The town in her memory suddenly felt unreal.

"Yes, we are all monsters created by Protestantism, and this whole town is full of them! We have no parents, no relatives, all we have are names, codes, and someone's genes." Steve Kerr said sarcastically, his whiskers curling around his head and scratching his neck.

"We live like zombies, waiting for various experiments and tasks, not knowing whether we will die today or tomorrow."

"But one thing we understand is that if we die today, new monsters will come in tomorrow."

"Are you all manufactured?" Momoki Kanonai suddenly began to believe it.

A small town that seems a little confusing to her now, full of people who look normal but have eccentric personalities.

Then people often disappeared inexplicably, and then some strangers appeared.

"Haven't you noticed?" Devin Burns's tongue occasionally darted out from his densely packed mouth of sharp teeth. "This entire town is full of lonely people with no family. The only people around them are the Disciple Knights and the Ascetics. After you came out and encountered the world, didn't you think about how strange this town is?"

"Just like... just like..." Momoki Kanona hesitated, the uncle's words echoing in her ears: "Religious concentration camp?"

Devon Burns was stunned and laughed out loud: "Chanel, I didn't expect you to say such a thing. If the Pope heard it, he would definitely send you back to school."

"Take me back to the furnace? What do you mean?" asked Momoki Kanonai.

"You just said it yourself, this town is like a religious concentration camp, and the whole town is full of monsters like us, all manufactured monsters." Devon Burns' eyes flickered. "Have you ever thought about yourself? Chanel, are you a normal person?"

'banging'

Are you a normal person?
This sentence was repeated over and over again.

Momoki Kanonai's head felt as if it were hit by a heavy hammer, and she felt dizzy.

There was a busy tone.

"No, I'm not. I'm not." Momoki Kanono said hurriedly, "I have parents."

"Really? How many times have you seen your parents?" Steve Kerr scoffed. "Can you find your parents now? Do you know where they are? Look around you. Can you find a family like yours in the world? Can you find parents like you?"

Momoki Kanonai took two steps back in confusion.

Yes.

Are there parents like this?
Since I was a child, I have always been envious of other children who have their parents by their side.

But I never thought about whether these were my parents.

Who would doubt their parents?
"Chanel, accept the reality. You are just like us." Devon Burns sighed and said, "You are also a monster that was created."

"I'm not a monster. I wasn't created." Momoki Kanonai waved her hands repeatedly and shook her head, unable to accept this fact: "Even though my parents are different from other parents, I look normal."

Momoki Kanonai tried her best to convince herself.

"Yes, your body is normal, but what about your soul? Is your soul normal?" Steve Kerr laughed sharply. "Don't you feel it yourself? Inexplicable dreams, inexplicable injuries, inexplicable things that don't belong to you. I don't believe you haven't noticed."

"We were created to kill, and you were created only for your body, Saint Momoki Kanonai."

"Oh, no, even the title of Saint doesn't belong to you. In a way, even though we are monsters, we still belong to ourselves."

"And you? You don't even belong to yourself. You're just a container."

"A vessel destined to be soulless is no different from a bowl, a bucket, or a cup. Your existence is solely to house the soul of a true Protestant saint."

"Momoki Kanono, you are worse than a monster. You were born to be a discarded existence. Your fate has been determined since birth. Wait for your soul to be gradually devoured, leaving only this body to become someone else's."

Momoki Kanonna was stunned on the spot.

These words were like a bomb, shattering everything she had.

She was mumbling something to herself, but no one knew what she was saying.

The pupils of a pair of beautiful eyes were dilated and could not find the focus.

Everything they said matched.

From small to large.

This strange dream of mine.

I often dream about messy things.

After waking up, various bruises and wounds often appear on the body for no reason.

There are often a lot of messy things in the room that don’t belong to you.

They didn't fool themselves.

I am just a shell, an existence that no one needs and was born only to be discarded.

Just a container.

Looking at Momoki Kanonna who looked like a wooden chicken.

Steve Kerr's eyes suddenly showed a sinister look.

Wave your hand.

A pair of fleshy whiskers grew wildly, trapping Taomu Xiangzhinai like a pair of tentacles.

She only came to her senses for a moment, struggled a bit, and then gave up resisting.

There's nothing to resist.

What else is there to resist?

Taomuxiang was completely hopeless.

What's the point of living?

A container that is worse than a monster would be better off dying early.

Momoki Kanonna smiled.

I heard that before a person dies, all the important memories run through his mind like a revolving lantern.

But at the moment.

The only scene worth remembering is probably the uncle.

but.

He hasn't appeared in his dreams for a long time.

Momoki Kanonai slowly closed her eyes.

Just end it quickly.

all.

"Steve!!!" Devin Burns frowned, his long, thin tongue entwining the whiskers to stop the other party: "She is a pitiful person just like us. Let her go."

"Devin, what are you talking about?" Steve Kerr said angrily, "Don't forget, she's just a shell. There's a terrifying existence inside her."

"We are lucky to have met her now, but if we let her go now, the next time she comes back it will be the real Saint. Then we will be the ones to die!!"

When Devon Burns heard this, his expression became complicated and he twitched his head.

The long, slender tongue slowly retracted.

"Alas." He sighed deeply.

He looked at Momoki Kanonai with some reluctance.

What a nice girl.

The simplest and most innocent kid in that damn town.

sorry.

Steve Kerr smiled coldly, and another fleshy whisker came out and wrapped around Momoki Kanono's slender neck.

At this time.

Two huge fists flew over.

'boom! ’

'boom! ’

Two loud bangs.

There were two puddles of mud on the ground.

As a result, this small world began to slowly collapse.

Momoki Kanonai heard the sound and slowly opened her eyes.

A familiar face stood in front of her with a frown on his face. "What are you daydreaming about?"

“Uncle!!”

Momoki Kanona's eyes were suddenly covered with mist.

The drizzle in the sky is still falling.

Pearls mixed with rain water flowed down.

Too aggrieved.

"Why did you come now?"

"Where have you been these days?"

"Do you know that people miss you very much?"

Momoki Kanonai ran over and bumped into Fang Zuo's arms.

"You are so evil!!"

The little fist kept hitting Fang Zuo's chest.

"You know what? I'm a monster, woooooo!!!"

"My parents are fake, no one wants me anymore!!"

As I cried, the world began to break apart.

Shift of perspective.

Fang Zuo and she appeared in her dormitory room.

Momoki Kanonai hugged Fang Zuo and cried happily.

Howling loudly
There was a lot of snot, tears and saliva.

He kept wiping it on Fang Zuo's shirt.

Fang Zuo couldn't bear it any longer, so he held up her two plump buttocks which were much smaller than Yingkong Huwalnut's with one hand.

He pinched it with his five fingers and sank deeply into it.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to the bathroom like a baby.

Then he picked up a white towel with his other hand and handed it to her.

Momoki Kanonai took it while howling.

He smeared it all over his little face.

Continuously twitching and sobbing.

Tell me everything that just happened.

"These past few days, I was feeling lucky that I had found my purpose in life, but it turns out everything was in vain."

"I'm so sad, I don't want to live anymore, but when I see you coming, I don't want to die anymore."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"But it's useless even if you come. You are just the uncle in my dream."

Momoki Kanonai denied herself as she spoke.

I was stunned when I saw the white towel.

"Why did you give me this? This one is for wiping feet."

"Oooooh, it's over. I'm going to get athlete's foot on my face."

Momoki Kanonai suddenly stopped crying.

A pair of beautiful eyes opened wide, looking around at the surrounding environment, and then stared at Fang Zuo blankly.

He pointed out with trembling fingers.

"You and I. This is my bedroom."

"Uncle, how could you come out of the dream and into my dormitory?"

(End of this chapter)