Tokyo, love before they become female ghosts

Shibuya Matsutō, Fukie, brought a glass of mango juice and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The loose, dark purple nightgown revealed large expanses of snow-white skin as she crossed her legs, while her right leg, which was resting on her left, was bouncing back and forth intermittently.

After taking a sip of mango juice, a thoughtful look appeared in Fujiang's eyes.

Ding-dong! As the doorbell rang, Fujang called the smart home assistant to open the door to the first-floor apartment for the visitor.

"Lord Fujiang!"

The woman who led the way was a capable woman in a black suit, followed by other female staff members.

Fu Jiang remained unmoved by their greetings, sitting expressionlessly on the sofa.

The capable woman immediately took her laptop and walked to the edge of the Fu River, then knelt down in front of the coffee table and turned on the laptop.

As the computer connected to the 100-inch LCD screen in front of him, photos of Fu Jiang's severely damaged home appeared on the television.

The page turner was respectfully handed to Fu Jiang, who expressionlessly flipped through the pages of her home.

The inscriptions on the ground and walls were already badly broken. Because they were deeply embedded in the walls, the walls were also damaged in large areas due to the inscriptions.

It was obvious that his estate had been completely destroyed and was now a dangerous building.

"We have contacted relevant personnel from the Human Defense Department and the Exorcism Association to investigate. The preliminary assessment is that the incident that occurred at your manor is an S-level paranormal contamination incident."

"S-rank?"

Upon hearing Fujang's question, Chishima, with her ponytail and sharp attire, immediately lowered her head respectfully.

"Yes, the current world defense force and the exorcism association have jointly determined that it is at this level. At present, we cannot determine why the other party appeared in your home."

Fu Jiang remained silent, simply looking through the contents of her home.

How's the lab going?

"Due to damage to the main structure of the building, a large area of ​​the underground research room collapsed, and rescue efforts are underway."

"Your body data and Mr. Hase's data have been automatically destroyed, and there is no risk of exposure."

Fu Jiang raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

"How does the current world's defense forces determine the nature of this paranormal contamination incident, and what is its code name?"

"The code name is Darkness. According to the surrounding surveillance video, your house was completely swallowed by darkness around 11 p.m., during which time you were unable to make any contact with the outside world."

"Heh, of course we can't contact them. If I hadn't left behind so many seeds, they would have been killed."

Amidst the cold laughter, a hint of fear surfaced on Qiandao's face.

Lady Fue... has been killed?

Seeing the horrified look on Chishima's face, Fukie waved her hand, indicating that they could leave their room.

After Chishima and the others left, Fukie fell into deep thought.

Takuya Hase's backup plan?

No, it couldn't be his backup plan. If he had such a plan, he would have already acted up when I was modifying him, not after we separated.

However, it's not impossible, since as a time traveler, he must know how difficult he is to kill.

For safety reasons, they might only unleash their deadly move after ensuring their own safety.

Thinking of this, a smile of interest appeared on Fu Jiang's lips.

This is getting more and more interesting, Takuya Hase. The secrets surrounding you are piquing my interest more and more.

Thinking of this, Fukie immediately had an intracranial conversation with Hase Takuya.

Inside Morita Shrine, Takuya Hase is making breakfast for the two women.

"What are you doing?"

Fukie's voice suddenly appeared in his mind, causing Hase Takuya's body to tense up abruptly. After a moment, he composed himself and spoke calmly.

"Make breakfast."

"Oh?"

Fu Jiang, sitting on the sofa, took a sip of mango juice. Although she had established a brain connection with Takuya Hasegawa, she didn't know if it was because of his transmigrator status that she couldn't sense his emotions and true thoughts.

"How many people?"

"It's all by myself."

Do you think I'd believe that?

"Do you think I would say that?"

"Oh..."

With a cold laugh, Fu Jiang spoke again.

"I was killed last night, and it was a very painful death."

"ha?"

Hearing Hase Takuya's voice, which was both surprised and happy, Fukie immediately concluded that the supernatural pollution incident she had encountered yesterday had nothing to do with him.

However, the uncontrollable sneer made her clench her teeth involuntarily.

"Would you be happy if I died?"

"Will you die?"

"Am I not dead?"

"So what's talking to me now?"

"..."

Fukie's expression on the sofa turned terrifying, and a deep, murderous voice appeared in Hase Takuya's mind.

"Don't think you can't be dealt with just because I'm not around."

"..."

Takuya Hase, who was frying an egg, paused for a moment, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

In response, Fu Jiang's mocking voice rang out again.

"You figured it out? Your cells came from me, so guess what kind of control I have over them?"

Takuya Hase took a deep breath, glanced at his panel, and after a moment of thought, spoke in a deep voice.

I bet you can't do it.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange spiritual energy began to emanate from Takuya Hasegawa's body, and Fukie's cold laughter entered his mind.

"Provoke me? Then so be it..."

Feeling the frantic writhing of his own cells, Takuya Hase cursed the system in his mind.

Damn it, system! Didn't you say I could be exempt from the side effects of Fu Jiang's flesh and blood?! Why is my body still being controlled now?!

[Host - Takuya Hase - Absolute Immunity]

Looking at the words "absolute immunity" after his name and feeling the fluctuations in his cells, Takuya Hase felt that his system was a complete joke.

"Um?"

However, upon hearing Fukie's question, Hase Takuya was stunned.

Because he discovered that Fu Jiang could indeed communicate with the cells in his body that she had contaminated, but that was all she could do.

Rather than saying that Fukie was trying to teach herself a lesson by controlling her own cells, it would be more accurate to say that she was wasting her mental energy to give Hase Takuya's cells a deep massage...

I must say, this kind of cellular-level massage is quite comfortable...

Fukie clearly noticed the situation within Hase Takuya's body and spoke in a sharp voice.

"This is interesting... Takuya Hase, I'm getting more and more..."

Before he could finish speaking, the intracranial communication was interrupted.

On the sofa in Fujiang's home, Fujiang, who had been deliberately fierce in tone but with an interesting look on her face, looked bewildered as the intracranial communication was interrupted.

Did your own cells betray you?

At Morita Shrine, Mako, wearing only a vest and underwear, stood solemnly next to Takuya Hase, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"Dirty stuff?"

Frowning as he spoke, Hase Takuya blinked blankly.

"What did you do?"

"Cut it off."

"Um..."

Is it difficult?

"It's relatively easy."

During the conversation, Jia Yezi appeared at the kitchen door at some point. Seeing that Mako was disheveled, Jia Yezi walked into the kitchen with a livid face, grabbed her wrist, dragged her back to the living room, and slammed the kitchen door shut.