Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 249 Japan’s Hell?
Sakura Kurumi took the photo and held it in her hand.

The photo is also of a white woman.

Her facial features are also deep and three-dimensional, and she has long brown hair.

Rose-colored bra and panties.

A small pair of arcs.

This set of patterned underwear is made of purple hollow lace except for the key parts which are made of pure cotton.

Wearing purple suspender stockings of the same color.
Black garters are attached to the lace hollow waist.

She already has white skin, and against the backdrop of this large purple lace with flowers, her complexion looks even whiter.

It can be seen that this is because she has not paid attention to her skin condition for many years, has been exposed to the sun a lot, and has not taken good care of her skin color.

Otherwise it will be even more dazzlingly white.

After all, Europeans and Americans don’t care as much about having fair skin as Asians do.

Yingkong Kurumi's pretty eyebrows slightly frowned: "Is this the suspect? He doesn't look very old?"

A bit of a headache.

However, photos of men with a ferocious look are relatively easy to handle.

In all these years of handling cases, I am most afraid of this type of beautiful and seemingly harmless female criminal.

These women are often not as weak as they appear, they are usually cold-blooded, tricky and perverted.

You are so sweet and affectionate one second, and stab me in the back the next.

Yingkong Hutao also carefully read the information of Caitlin in front of her.

Caitlin Palacios.

A famous female policewoman in Interpol, she is strong, handles cases quickly and has achieved remarkable results.

From Italy, belongs to the Italian Armed Police Force.

He also holds a high police rank and is the youngest armed inspector in Italian history.

The woman in this photo was able to come to Japan unknowingly and was tracked to Japan by this young inspector. I think she is not a simple character.

"Yes, to be exact, 22 years old, excluding the age of sleeping. You know, European and American women are not like you Asian women. We look older much faster." Caitlin said: "Take me as an example. How old do you think Yingkong Walnut Hall is now?"

"I looked at your resume. You're 24 years old." Sakura Kurumi turned her eyes away from the photo and looked at Caitlin, saying frankly, "If I'm just judging by your appearance, I'd say you're over 30."

Caitlin never dreamed of this answer.

Haven’t we all heard that Japanese people are very polite?
This Yingkong Walnut Hall is really too talkative.

The little face instantly stiffened, turned ashen, and he uttered two "hehe"s with a forced smile.

"Do I really look that old? Maybe it's because I put on too much makeup today and dressed a little more maturely. Next time I won't wear such heavy makeup." Caitlin was extremely embarrassed and even her mood turned bad.

"What do you mean by the age excluding sleeping age?" Yingkong Kurumi keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Caitlin's previous sentence.

"She is not a simple human being and often hibernates for long periods of time," Caitlin said.

"Then what crime did she commit that made you chase her all the way to Japan? Was it murder? Or was it smuggling arms?" Sakura Kurumi put the photo into her leather jacket pocket without returning it to Caitlin sitting opposite her.

"Uh" Caitlin hesitated slightly as she watched Yingkong Kurumi's actions.

"I hope Inspector Caitlin can tell me frankly if you want my support." Sakura Kurumi said, "Although you are Interpol, you have no law enforcement authority in Japan. I hope you understand this."

"Even if you apply for law enforcement authority, according to the rules of police rank comparison, I am two levels higher than you. I am your superior. According to Japanese law, all your actions must be under my command and must be approved by me."

"Okay." Caitlin nodded. "Technically, she's a victim. She's the daughter of the First Divine of our Catholic Church. She was abducted and taken to Japan. We came here to find her."

"Victims?" Sakura Kurumi nodded. "If it's just a victim, then Miss Caitlin can just wait for our news. Of course, you can also go and find out on your own, but be mindful of your identity. You're just an ordinary person in Japan. Don't break Japanese laws. Otherwise, you'll be deported at best, or detained and prosecuted at worst."

"I understand, Sakura Walnut Hall Master," Caitlin said, "I will inform you if I need to go beyond that."

"Then get in the car. I'll take you to the hotel first. Tomorrow you can come to the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau to handle the formalities." Sakura Kurumi said as she got on the motorcycle.

"OK." Caitlin put on her helmet, stretched out her long legs, and sat behind Yingkong Kurumi.

This lady from Yingkong Walnut Hall smells quite nice.

Caitlin was sitting behind Yingkong Kurumi and thinking, when suddenly there was a loud bang and a huge force pushed towards her.

I almost fell down and quickly grabbed the heavy machine.

Yingkong Hutao not only smells good, but also drives very fast.

The hotel Caitlin stayed in was not far from Tokyo Bay.

After arriving quickly, the two said goodbye to each other.

Sakura Kurumi watched Caitlin enter the hotel.

At this time, another Kawasaki motorcycle drove to Sakura Kurumi's side.

The driver was also wearing a tight black leather motorcycle jacket.

She took off her helmet, her little face swayed gracefully, and her long hair, which was messed up by the helmet, was thrown back and to the side.

Heroic and heroic.

Maple Butterfly Love.

"I told you to rest at home for a few more days, why did you follow me again?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled and picked up his helmet and touched Feng Dielian's helmet.

"It's boring to stay here. The longer I stay here, the more uncomfortable I feel. I might as well go to work." Feng Dielian pouted: "Why, don't you want to see me?"

"How could that be? You are my first deputy now, Deputy Feng Dielian. How would I handle the case without you?"

"Tsk, I'll take your place sooner or later." Feng Dielian said disdainfully: "Is the woman who just came in the Italian Interpol?"

"Yeah." Yingkong Kurumi took out the photo and gave it to Feng Dielian, repeating what Caitlin had just said.

"There's something wrong." Feng Dielian looked at the photo and said, "She's lying."

"Oh?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "Then tell me."

"The most obvious lie is that this missing woman is definitely not the daughter of the novice of their Catholic Church. They definitely don't know her." Feng Dielian pointed at the photo and said:

"If, as she said, this so-called Daughter of the First God is a Catholic, why would she use such an unrealistic photo? Such an exaggerated photo makes it seem like they're not familiar at all, and there are only a few photos to choose from."

"That's right." Yingkong Kurumi nodded. "But this missing woman should have some significant connection with the major Jewish religions."

"Because I learned from other channels that the Russian Orthodox Church is also trying to find out about this so-called Daughter of the First God."

"What she said should be half truth and half lie. Most of the missing women are very important to these religions."

"I really don't understand why everyone is rushing to Japan. It seems like Japan has suddenly become another battleground for the whole world to fight over."

"Then what should we do?" Feng Dielian asked, "Help her find it?"

"No big deal, just leave it alone. We're the Exorcist Guard, not the Recruiting Guard." Sakura Kurumi snorted, tossed her long black hair, and put her helmet back on. "We have a lot of things to do in the Security Department. Who's free to help her find someone? Let's go, my adjutant, Hashimoto Yuna, is waiting for us at the ramen shop. You're allowed to wear leather jackets from now on."

After saying that, Yingkong Huwalnut stepped on the accelerator and the engine made a roaring sound.

Get away instantly.

"With your permission, I can wear whatever I like." Feng Dielian made a face, put on her helmet, stepped on the accelerator and caught up, and soon she was on par with Yingkong Kurumi.

In the whistling wind.

Feng Dielian shouted loudly: "Why did that annoying woman come to see us again? Didn't you treat me to dinner? Why did you call her?"

"Let's just have a meal to celebrate the successful completion of our mission and your discharge from the hospital." Yingkong Kurumi also responded loudly.

"Eating ramen to celebrate my discharge from the hospital, Yingkong Kurumi, you are too stingy." Feng Dielian looked at Fengsu with disdain and shouted loudly: "You are the director of the hall."

"Eat it if you want or not." Yingkong Hutao stepped on the accelerator, and the Kawasaki motorcycle under her seat roared, quickly pulled away, and accelerated away.

"I'm going to eat three bowls and bankrupt you!!!" Feng Dielian was not willing to be outdone, so she stepped on the accelerator and followed closely.

Two famous Japanese police beauties.

Two Kawasaki motorcycles roared.

In late autumn.

In the neon lights of Tokyo's night streets.

Chasing the soul recklessly.

Running wildly one after the other.

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Inside the Tokyo Women's University dormitory.

Momoki Kanonai squatted, not daring to sit down at all.

He closed his eyes and gasped heavily.

suddenly
The little head tilted back and clenched its teeth tightly.

My legs went weak and I sat down accidentally.

Then she stared at him with her beautiful eyes in disbelief.

He tried to grab something with his hands, but his mind went blank and he fell backwards.

Fortunately, Fang Zuo stood up and grabbed her.

After a long time.

Momoki Kanonai lay in Fang Zuo's arms.

A big hand was stroking her back.

The petite body has extremely smooth skin.

Exudes a light body fragrance.

"I'm going to be away for a while." Fang Zuo said.

"You're leaving me again." Taomu Kanonai's body trembled, and she held Fang Zuo's neck with both hands in grievance: "You are not allowed to leave, we just met."

His eyes blinked and mist filled his eyes.

Ever since I accepted the fact that I was a manufactured container.

All my thoughts were transferred to this man.

But they had not been together for long before they had to separate again.

"Something important." Fang Zuo's big hand moved down and grabbed Momoki Kanonna's small buttocks.

The pulling of the skin stimulates other nerves that have not yet stopped.

Momoki Kanonna, who hadn't recovered yet, gasped and grabbed the man's arm tightly with her small hands.

Fang Zuo took out a red rope and placed it in Momoki Kanonai's little hand.

"What is this?" asked Momoki Kanonai.

"I'll tie you up and not let you leave." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"I'm not leaving." Momoki Kanonai drew circles on the man's skin with her fingers.

"As for what I said about becoming the archbishop, don't force yourself. Just let it happen naturally." Fang Zuo continued, "One thing to note: you absolutely cannot leave Japan until you have seen me for the last time. Got it?"

"What last meeting?" Momoki Kanonai pouted, very well-behaved, and didn't ask why: "Well, I know."

"I've seen the soul in your body." Fang Zuo recounted the general process: "Do you have any impression of this other 'you'?"

"Never seen it before." Momoki Kanonai shook her head.

"Wait for me for a while." Fang Zuo said, "I'll solve this matter completely when I get back."

"I'll wait forever." Momoki Kanonai hugged Fang Zuo's arm and whispered.

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Three women came out of the ramen shop.

Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna continued to bicker all the way.

"Okay, okay, my head is about to explode from all that noise." Sakura Kurumi rolled her eyes.

The calories these two women just ate must have been consumed.

"Hmph." Feng Dielian curled her lips and turned her head away.

"I'm going back now. We'll meet again soon." Hashimoto Yuna stopped and said. "What do you mean?" Sakura Kurumi heard the hidden meaning in her words and looked at Hashimoto Yuna and asked.

"A Maritime Self-Defense Force informant has discovered the Onibu's lair, a hidden location in Shikoku. This information has been reported to the Maritime Self-Defense Force Chief of Staff, His Excellency Sakai Yoshi." Hashimoto Yuna said seriously, "They're probably discussing it with several members of the cabinet right now. I think they might summon you soon to ask for your opinion."

"You found out about the escaped demon tribe so quickly?" Yingkong Kurumi was a little surprised. "This matter shouldn't be my responsibility. The Self-Defense Forces should take action. Why call me?"

"You really underestimate your influence." Hashimoto Yuna laughed and said, "They will definitely ask for your opinion. Just wait and see. That's why I said we'll see each other again soon."

"Then we are really unlucky." Feng Dielian laughed.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to take the position of 'Deputy Director'. You're not high enough rank." Hashimoto Yuna taunted, "You seem quite self-indulgent."

"Oh, really?" Feng Dielian said angrily, "Then I don't have to just stand there like a wooden stake like some people do."

"Here we go again. Take your time arguing. I'm leaving first." Sakura Kurumi took off the red rope that was tied in her hair when she was eating ramen, and shook her little head to make her hair smooth.

It spreads out over the shoulders like a waterfall.

She no longer paid attention to the two people who were still bickering, straightened her slender waist, spanned her beautiful legs, mounted her Kawasaki and rode away.

Saw Sakura Kurumi leave.

Hashimoto Yuna and Feng Dielian glared at each other, snorted, and left.

Looking at the two slim figures riding away on two uniquely decorated Kawasaki motorcycles, Hashimoto Yuna stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi with an envious look in her eyes.

After Hashimoto Yuna returned to the Yokohama base.

Walk into the warship dormitory.

Light the black citron.

A large cloud of black fog suddenly filled the room.

In the dark fog.

A pair of narrow red eyes opened.

"Is there anything you need from me? Hashimoto Yuna"

A dull and solemn voice echoed in the room.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Sutoku, I have a very urgent matter to report to you," Hashimoto Yuna said with her head bowed. "The Maritime Self-Defense Force has discovered our base in Shikoku. The Chief of Staff has reported it to the government and the Reiwa Council, and they are now planning to take action against us."

"What?" The red eyes flashed violently. "How did you find us?"

"It seems like they've cast some tracking spell on Taira Masakado's soul." Hashimoto Yuna said with her head down, her face expressionless.

"What? How is that possible? I've investigated and found nothing unusual." Emperor Sutoku said angrily, "Then why are you still here? Quick, do everything you can to find out their next move."

"If they're going to encircle us, we must grasp the method and timing of their attack. Hashimoto Yuna, no matter what method you use, you must complete this mission."

"Hi!" Hashimoto Yuuna bowed her head respectfully and said, "I will definitely live up to my mission."

There was a hidden sneer on the little face.

Fang Zuo never met Nagano Rei until he left Tokyo Women's University.

The dormitory was empty.

This little guy seems to have a kung fu talent.

All my heart is on it.

Fang Zuo sat on the Shinkansen, his body constantly absorbing the incense and crushing the power of the believers.

At the same time, he tried his best to absorb the thin spiritual energy to restore his soul.

Race against the clock.

Fortunately, after the women practiced dual cultivation and absorbed the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy in their bodies was not low.

Until we got off the bus and arrived in Shimane Prefecture in Kansai, Japan.

As clear as a mountain.

On the mountain road, rows of ancient, bright red Japanese torii gates stand.

Thick black fog covered the entire mountain.

Several ghosts slowly passed through the torii gate and entered a black fog.

Fang Zuo walked in.

A huge stone covered by black fog appeared in front of him.

There are four Chinese characters engraved on the stone.

[Clouds emerge from the underworld].

"What kind of jerk is that? How dare you call yourself Huangquan?" Fang Zuo sneered.

After finding the destination, Fang Zuo turned around and left, and went to the top of Rushan Mountain, where he set up a concealment magic circle.

Concentrate on breathing in and out, circulate the Qi in the body, and try to recover as best as possible.

Then he turned around and walked in, resisting the urge to smash the stone.

Shift of perspective.

Sure enough, I was not wrong. This was not a mountain scene at all, but a fragment of a certain world.

Fang Zuo was in the black fog. Looking up, he saw the sky like the midnight night sky. There was no sun or moon, let alone stars. There were only countless tiny sparks swirling everywhere.

This ghost fire was white, green, purple and red, moving up, down, left and right. Wherever it went, the black fog dispersed, and wherever it left, the black fog gathered again.

In this small world, they flicker and dim, making the area within hundreds of miles as dim as dusk.

The cold winds from all directions brought all kinds of shrill and wailing sounds.

He looked further ahead and saw a hill-like archway standing in the distance in front of him, with a huge city behind it.

It is very close to the grand and majestic atmosphere.

This scale has never been seen in modern society.

Fang Zuo frowned tightly. Such a city was definitely not something that could be built in the so-called ancient Warring States period Japan.

Building this thing.

Although Japan has many beautiful buildings, they lack a sense of grandeur and shock.

This ancient city made Fang Zuo feel insignificant.

The city walls on both sides were made of black bricks, stretching for thousands of miles to the left and right until they disappeared into the black fog. No matter how far you looked, you could not see the end.

After Fang Zuo walked in, he looked up and saw three huge seal characters in the middle of the archway: "The Ancient Kingdom of Izumo."

There was doubt in his heart.

This city's architectural style is completely different from those in the Japanese divine kingdom.

It is not the various earthen cities and stone dams of the ancient Warring States Period in Japan, but the typical square ancient city of China.

A stone avenue leads out of the ancient city, and red flowers on both sides of the avenue are faintly visible in the black fog.

A team composed of countless different human souls was arranged in a long snake, extending from the city gate into the black fog. The end of the team could not be seen in the distance. They were waiting in an orderly manner to enter the ancient country of Izumo.

This kind of scene
Although Fang Zuo had never seen it before, he was very familiar with it, as it was engraved in the blood of every Chinese.

Rather like.
Entering the gates of hell?

Aren’t the bright red flowers on both sides of this stone avenue the red spider lilies that are all over the shady roads?

Fang Zuo was very surprised. He never expected that the magnificent scene of the underworld that he had been searching for for a long time would actually be seen in Japan.

After achieving enlightenment.

Fang Zuo's soul once left his body, wanting to see the underworld recorded in ancient books.

Broaden your horizons.

According to Taoist scriptures, after a person dies, they must first report to the local City God.

Then you enter the Yin Road, and after a somewhat long journey led by the ghosts, you finally reach the Ghost Gate.

Then wait to enter the underworld, be judged by the judge, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation.

If there are some human souls with deep resentment and unfulfilled wishes, and they are unwilling to enter the City God Temple and walk the ghost path to reincarnate, they will also be captured by the City God's ghost officials and the Ox-Headed Horses of the Underworld.

But Fang Zuo followed many dead souls and visited many city gods across the country. The incense was still there, but he had never seen any ghost officials, let alone the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons or the City God.

It's as if these things don't exist at all.

And these human souls disappeared at the entrance of the Yin Road.

Fang Zuo wanted to follow in, but was blocked by an invisible wall. He could not enter the dark road, let alone see what the scenery was like at the other end of the dark road.

Because of this, Fang Zuo was puzzled and wondered if there was something wrong with the records in the Taoist classics.

To clear up doubts.

Fang Zuo also went to Pingdu Mountain in Fengdu County, CQ City.

This is another entrance to the alternation of yin and yang recorded in Taoist scriptures.

The ghost town on Shanyin Road in Pingdu is connected to the underworld Fengdu Mountain.

But when they arrived at the ghost city of Pingdu Mountain, they found that the huge city was sealed by two yellow amnesty talismans.

His soul could hardly get close, let alone tear off the yellow talisman and go in to see what the underworld looked like.

The scene in that city is similar to this one.

Fang Zuo was very surprised at that time, but he just thought that there were some changes in the underworld, or there was something wrong with the Taoist scriptures, and he had not thought of other related things.

Now think about it, I failed to pass the tribulation, and the two who came before me have also returned.

The heaven is empty, what about the underworld?
Is it also empty?

If this is really the case.

So what about here?
Why does Kansai, Japan, have a ghost town-like scenery like the Sanin Road in Heipi?

Fang Zuo followed these human souls with doubts as they approached the gate of this huge city.

[Izumo Ancient Country] Under the city gate with four seal characters.

Dozens of people dressed in suits, ties, sunglasses and bodyguards maintained order.

Guiding these human souls into the ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo followed the human soul in calmly.

It was very smooth, with no obstructions or inspections.

I guess nothing unexpected has happened in these years, otherwise I wouldn't be so relaxed.

After entering the checkpoint, Fang Zuo felt even more absurd.

Although the buildings in the ancient city are all ancient Chinese buildings.

But it is filled with various Japanese elements derived from the Tang Dynasty in China.

There are more modern things.

Various neon signs, modern street lights, and household and commercial appliances.

It's almost the same as a small town in Japan at night.

There are just more confused souls walking towards the depths of the city.

Fang Zuo couldn't help but take out his cell phone.

There is actually a signal.

What the fuck is this.

Fang Zuo's feeling of absurdity became even stronger.

It was supposed to create an atmosphere of being in the underworld, but what is this cell phone signal and all these modern facilities?
Where did the electricity come from?

Unlike the Kingdom of God where everything is made of incense and burning, here are real things.

What the hell is this place.

(End of this chapter)