Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 7: Crime scene, lovers commit suicide
"A male from Tokyo Women's University?" Fang Zuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head to look at Yingkong Kurumi who was driving.

She had taken off her coat and was now only wearing a white shirt.

The purple bra underneath was faintly visible through the white cleavage.

Although not as good as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, she is not much smaller.

"Is it a male teacher?" Fang asked while looking from the left.

"Not a teacher, but a service staff." Yingsong Kurumi drove with a serious expression, staring at the front.

She suddenly became acutely aware of a tingling sensation throughout her body.

As an Onmyoji, her sensitivity is several times stronger than that of a normal person.

He was the co-pilot.

His gaze was like a magnetic pole, and his touch like iron filings.

Being mobilized and focused by his gaze.

She could clearly feel her numbness moving along with Fang Zuo's gaze.

"What are you looking at?" Yingkong Kurumi shouted.

"Oh, I see." Fang Zuo's gaze shifted to the raised standard skirt.

The holster was strapped to his thigh.

The suspenders on the black stockings separate the plump thighs, making them look whiter.

A blush appeared on Yingkong Hutao's face.

The numbing sensation shifted.

"Let's get down to business."

Her voice trembled unnaturally.

Clamp your thighs together.

The car braked suddenly.

Can't drive now?

Fang curled his lips.

The little thing is really sensitive.

Even without using spiritual sense, his gaze was still filled with concentrated spiritual power.

Sakura Kurumi took a deep breath and started the car again.

This time, Fang Zuo looked forward.

Don't dare tease anymore.

A powerful Yuanying stage being hit by a car would be a joke even if he didn't die.

“Has the Black Bible been translated yet?”

"Just now, an Arabic expert said that the structure is somewhat archaic and deliberately obscure." Yingkong Kurumi's voice returned to its coldness. "They roughly flipped through it and said that the rest of it is biblical and easy to translate."

"The key points are in the first few pages, but they seem to be incomplete."

"In our last case, we found a secret room with a Bible inside."

“It’s exactly the same as this one.”

"Exactly the same?" Fang Zuo couldn't help but look at Yingkong Kurumi's plump, moist red lips.

"Look ahead!" Yingkong Kurumi swallowed and bit her lower lip with her teeth.

"I will wash my hands next time." Fang Zuo said honestly.

"Baga, who cares whether you wash your hands or not."

"Then I won't wash it."

"Dah!"

"You said there might be thirteen Bibles for the thirteen cases mentioned above."

"Damn, damn, damn! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it."

"What if there are thirteen more?"

"Fujino!!!"

The murder occurred at the International Department of Tokyo Women's University.

Not far from Chiyoda.

Most of the female students studying in the international department come from upper-class families.

The crime scene was the rooftop of the woman's apartment building.

Dim spotlights are placed around.

The same five-star magic array as the Oda family.

Two human figures were drawn on the array with chalk.

Large bloodstains

It seems that the two deceased have been transferred to forensic examination.

"What are the identities of the deceased?" Fang Zuo asked.

"One was a 20-year-old female student, and the other was a 42-year-old male security guard. They had sex before their deaths. Both were stabbed to death. No trace of a third person has been found so far."

"This should be the primary scene. There are fingerprints of both victims on a dagger, and the surveillance footage shows no one else coming in or out."

"The police initially determined it was a love suicide, but I used Yin-Yang divination and found that a third person had been here. I just can't confirm how they left the scene."

"Fortunately, the school was on holiday, so the impact of this incident did not escalate."

"Otherwise, if something like this happened at Tokyo Women's University, students wouldn't dare come to school."

"School is about to start, and the school requires us to solve the case as soon as possible and eliminate the impact."

Yingkong Hutao took out some crime photos and gave them to Fang Zuo.

Ever since she cracked the Bible, she felt a little blind, as if she needed him by her side all the time.

"Hmm." Fang Zuo held his chin and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Did you find anything?" Yingsora Kurumi looked at the man expectantly.

"This female student is very average looking."

"I didn't ask you to see this." Fang Zuo returned the photo to Yingkong Hutao: "Use your divination skills to see it. I haven't seen it before."

"The Yin-Yang magic of Sensō-ji Temple is not for performance." Yingkong Kurumi glared at Fang Zuo fiercely.

"Then I'll go back to bed."

"Master won't blame me for this once in a while, right?"

Yingkong Kurumi felt that she was becoming more and more without any bottom line.

She lifted her skirt over her left thigh.

A leather pen holder was pinned to the black silk suspenders.

The pen cap was tied tightly with red rope in circles.

After uncovering it, Yingkong Kurumi took out a brush.

There are words to read.

"Those who are about to fight will all line up in front."

Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

"They can even pronounce a few Taoist mantras incorrectly. No wonder the island nation can't learn them no matter how hard they try."

After Sakura Kurumi threw the brush, she bowed 90 degrees to it.

"Please, Xing Yi Bi Xian."

"There's a name?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

"Of course, this is the old pen fairy enshrined in Sensoji Temple, a senior."

The brush stood on the ground for no more than three seconds.

"Bang." He fell to the ground and didn't move.

"Senior may be in a bad mood today." Yingkong Kurumi smiled awkwardly.

"A demonic ghost that has survived until now by relying on incense offerings can be revered like this. No wonder it doesn't listen to you."

Fang Zuo walked forward and kicked the brush, which hit the wall and bounced back.

"Fujino, what are you doing?" Sakura Kurumi covered her mouth and said, "If you offend your senior, something bad will happen."

"I'll count to three and find the breath of the third party immediately, otherwise I don't mind swallowing you." Fang Zuo raised his finger, and a faint golden light swirled around his finger.

The brush suddenly stood up and quickly came to the platform fence.

The movement was so quick that it scared Yingsong Kurumi.

Follow the brush to the platform fence.

Yingkong Kurumi lay on the guardrail, bent over and looked down.

"Why is there nothing?"

The breeze on the platform blew up her skirt.

The round and plump buttocks stick to the panties, and the hip curve is upward.

Honey peaches feel good to the touch, and green peaches are chewy.

"Look to your right." Fang Zuo raised his chin: "It's a ladder."

Yingkong Kurumi turned her head and saw the hemp rope tied to the iron railing.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

She nodded, understanding what Fang Zuo meant.

The murderer used a ladder to descend from the fence to a certain level, and then cut the ladder off in some way.

"who are you?"

After Yingkong Kurumi made a call to ask the police to send someone, she looked at Fang Zuo who was in deep thought with mixed and excited feelings.

She said faintly, "Fujino-kun, I can't see you clearly."

"Me?" Fang Zuo smiled slightly and slapped Yingkong Huwalnut's buttocks hard at the most curved part.

Amazing stretch.

My hands are numb from the rebound.

Ignore the shocked woman covering her mouth.

"I'm leaving now. I'm exhausted after a long day." Fang Zuo waved his hand. "Remember to give me the taxi fare back at the police station."

When I walked out of Tokyo Women's University, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Fang Zuo hesitated for a second.

In my memory, the house that Fujino rented was dirty and dilapidated.

Let’s go to the home of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and her daughter.

Two arms are enough for now.

Ding dong.

Fang Zuo rang the doorbell.

Shiraishi Nagi's voice came from the camera security system: "Fujino-kun, the door is unlocked, come in."

Fang Zuo pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, and then pushed open the door.

There was no light on in the room.

On the sofa not far away, Oda Yui was sleeping soundly and snoring softly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing a kimono with nothing underneath and had her hair tied up in a bun.

Kneel and sit on the ground.

I couldn't wait to hug Fang Zuo's legs.

His face was pressed tightly against hers and he rubbed it non-stop.

self-mumbling.

"I have been waiting for you."

Even the sound is wet.

Big guys, please read and support me.



(End of this chapter)