My aunt is a fox

"Those damned women!"

"That is an eight-foot mirror. The demon inside can control people's minds." Tongzhi explained seriously.

"Controlling people's minds?" Kimura Doji felt it for a while and didn't find anything unusual.

Soon, his face turned ugly. Could it be that after being stabbed, he did not feel humiliated, but instead wanted more? It was because of the mirror.

"I'm affected by the mirror!" Kimura Tongzhi was terrified and grabbed the railing with both hands: "Uncle, save me, I don't want to become a flannel ball!"

refuge.

"This is my father's study." Cheng Zihui pointed to a tightly closed door and said, "Only my father can open it. No one else is allowed to enter. He also cleans the room himself."

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Li Muzhi retracted his foot: "When I get back, I'll compensate you with a lock."

"Okay." Cheng Zihui opened her mouth and swallowed the words.

With three times the physical strength, although he cannot withstand a submachine gun, it is not difficult for him to kick open the door lock.

This is an independent room, which is neatly filled with various books and files.

There was a desk in the middle, with various newspapers and notebooks scattered on it. It was obvious that the person inside had not had time to clean up.

Li Muzhi walked to the desk and the first thing he saw was a photo album on it. It was a group photo.

The men are young and handsome, and the women are young and beautiful with bright smiles.

Moreover, Li Muzhi knew both of these people. The woman was Aunt Michiko, and the man was Uncle Tongzhi whom he met in prison.

But the Michiko in the photo and the Michiko he saw today were completely different people, except that they looked similar.

In the photo, Michiko has an innocent smile and a face full of happiness.

The Aunt Michiko I met today was dignified and steady, but she didn't have the spirit as in the photo.

If the Michiko in the photo were a person, then Michiko in real life would be like a perfect work of art.

"Is this a photo of your parents?" Li Muzhi picked up the photo and handed it to Cheng Zihui.

"Yes." Cheng Zihui glanced at it and answered quickly, but paused after answering, looked at the photo carefully again, and said uncertainly: "It should be my mother. I have never seen my mother smile like this."

"There are so many paper cuttings here." Chie Hisada held a notebook in her hand and started looking at it, and her expression began to look strange.

"What happened?" Li Muzhi reached out and took the notebook with a piece of text cut from the newspaper on it.

These are very common in the East. Even though it is the information age, many people in the East still like to cut newspapers and take notes.

The stickers are all in chronological order, making them easy to read.

The content is simple, the love story between a commoner and the crown prince.

The two met at a tennis match and the prince fell in love at first sight.

Naturally, this relationship was unanimously opposed by everyone, including Michiko herself.

In the end, the previous emperor who married his cousin absolutely supported his son, which put an end to this farce.

If everything ended here, it would be a fairy-tale love story.

Michiko's married life does not seem to be ideal.

As the first commoner queen, she was naturally criticized and ridiculed by her mother-in-law and the noble ladies in the palace.

During an event, she was strongly protested by royal family members for wearing short-sleeved gloves.

These gloves were given to her by her mother-in-law the day before.

Li Muzhi looked at the corner of his mouth twitching. Reality is often more bloody than novels. The conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in novels are never so straightforward.

These have all been reported to the outside world through newspapers, and there are many more that are unknown in the mainland.

Soon after her marriage, she suffered from depression, which eventually developed into aphasia. The lively and beautiful girl became like a mute.

Li Muzhi shook his head and wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the right words for a moment, so he could only shake his head.

Continuing to read on, this kind of life ended until three years ago when my mother-in-law slipped and fell down the stairs and died despite failed rescue efforts.

"This is really funny." Li Muzhi shook his head and closed the notebook. There was not much useful information behind it.

"We need to find records related to the three sacred artifacts, or at least figure out the principle of how the eight-foot mirror affects people's minds."

"Whether it's history or ancient books, we must find relevant records. If that uncle knows the secret of the eight-foot mirror, then the records must be in this study."

"Yes, sir!" Hisata Chie's face flushed red. She was the type of person who was both naive and playful.

Without even changing his pants, he started looking through the ancient books with Prince Eine, his son.

Seeing the two men searching with their heads down, Li Muzhi gave a look to Tsuchimikado Hyakki.

The two walked out of the study together.

"What do you think?" Li Muzhi glanced sideways at the room. The two women were still desperately searching through the files.

He didn't care that Li Muzhi and Tsuchimikado Hyakki were gone.

"Remember what I said about the weirdness at the dinner table?" Tsuchimikado Hyakki leaned against the wall casually with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all that the people were in danger.

"Passing Demon? Isn't this something you just made up? Both the name and the existence are so random." Li Muzhi pursed his lips and held his chin with one hand: "I have an idea, but why Tongzhi was locked up, this doesn't make sense. And what is the motive for the murder?"

"Everyone has motivations. If you just want to kill someone, everyone has had this thought." Tsuchimikado Hyakki said with a smile, "But whether you actually do it or not depends on whether the environment and conditions for implementation are met."

"Please think about it, if you are in a situation where you can easily kill the other person, what will the result be?"

"What will happen if the victim is unable to resist, has a weapon in his hand, and can commit a crime without being discovered, or there is no law to punish the murderer?"

Li Muzhi tried to put himself in the situation described by the Tugumen Baigui. In this case, the other party was also a cruel person, and perhaps he would not be able to resist taking action, but he quickly shook his head:

"No, the assumption that if you kill someone you will be punished and there is a risk of being discovered is not valid."

"That's something we need to consider afterwards." Tuyu Baigui continued: "The so-called passing demon is such a guy, who will make a kind person want to kill him."

"A riddler like him will have no friends." Li Muzhi pursed his lips, turned around and wanted to enter the room.

"Wait." Tsuchimikado Hyakki suddenly called Li Muzhi, put his hand into his pants and fumbled for a while.

He took out a round capsule from it and handed it to Li Muzhi: "This is the principle made by the instant god. It stores demonic power and allows you to use it in the solution. However, due to the existence of the barrier, it cannot be replenished after use."

"Wait, why is there such a thing?" Li Muzhi's mouth twitched: "Didn't the Tohno family set up this barrier to ensure the absolute safety of the royal family?"

He took the capsule while complaining. He did not delve into the behavior of leaving a backdoor. Rather, he thought that leaving a backdoor was normal.

Li Muzhi carefully picked up the capsule with two fingers and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure the surface was dry.

It's still a bit uncomfortable to take things out of your pants.

"Don't worry." Tsuchimikado Hyakki seemed to see through his thoughts, his eyes smiled into a pair of crescent moons, and one hand covered his abdomen:

"My body can be disassembled and there are many places to hide things."

"..." Li Muzhi glanced at her abdomen, retracted his gaze, and decided not to explore this issue.

Looking at the capsule in his palm and talking to Tsuchimikado Hyakki, he could feel the demonic power stored in it.

But it was not enough, so he could only rush out of the palace alone. But it was enough, because as long as he got out, he could ask Tsuchimikado Setsuna for help.

The purpose of Setsuna making this storage capsule is the same, all he needs to do is to ask for help.

"Oh." Li Muzhi sighed lightly and walked into the study again. He saw Cheng Zihui still desperately looking for information.

The sadness on her face was much less than when she asked him for help. It was something called hope.

"It looks like it will take a long time to search here." Li Muzhi looked at the rows of bookshelves.

"It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time." Cheng Zihui looked happy: "I knew that Mom was being controlled. As long as we find a way to crack the eight-foot mirror, she will be able to recover."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Li Muzhi and asked with some trepidation: "Li, as long as we find her, Mom will recover, right?"

Li Muzhi was stunned for a moment, and saw the hidden uneasiness in her eyes. At least in her heart, she was not as confident as she seemed on the surface.

"Of course." Li Muzhi smiled and stretched out his hand, patting her shoulder: "My stepmother is Tsuchimikado Setsuna, the chief priest of Qingming Shrine and the most powerful Yin-Yang master of the contemporary era. These demons are nothing but clowns."

"Thank you." Cheng Zihui nodded, her eyes lit up, and she looked like the little sun again.

Li Muzhi also walked to the bookshelf and carefully checked the dust on the books, which could show what books the owner of the room had read recently.

"So the emperor also reads novels?" Li Muzhi reached out and pulled out a book, glanced at it, and put it back.

The four of them didn't stay here for long, as they heard the sound of an iron gate being opened from outside in the distance.

Michiko walked in front, followed by more than a dozen maids holding submachine guns and various weapons.

The middle-aged uncle Tongzhi was also held by a maid. Apparently, they used Tongzhi's eye recognition to open the door.

Chie Hisada was startled and hid behind Li Muzhi.

Cheng Zihui's expression also changed drastically, but she continued to flip through the book quickly, not wanting to miss any time.

Michiko walked in front, still dignified and polite. No one would associate her with the bad woman who tied her daughter's friend to the bed in lace underwear.

"I'm sorry, Hui, can you ask your friends not to resist? I don't mean to hurt you."

"You are not my mother." Cheng Zihui turned and glared at her: "Come out of our mother's body."

Li Muzhi stretched out his hand, put it on her shoulder, and gave her a reassuring look.

He turned to look at Michiko, sneered, and yelled at her: "You bold monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

"?" Michiko and her men obviously didn't understand what Li Muzhi was up to, and all of them had question marks on their faces.

Li Muzhi pointed at the Tugumen Baigui and said, "This is the current chief disciple of Qingming Shrine. We have received the order from the Lord of the Shrine to come and subdue you, the evildoer who escaped from the eight-foot mirror!"

After he finished speaking, he put the capsule into his mouth without leaving any trace.

Chapter 482: Senior sister, please respect yourself!

As the capsule entered his mouth, demonic power burst out from it and entered his limbs and bones. He immediately felt his body being filled up.

Li Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Tsuchimikado Setsuna did not inject anything strange into the capsule.

The maids raised their guns and pointed them at him.

In their opinion, guys like Li Muzhi who perform shaman rituals are even more dangerous.

"Evil beast!" Li Muzhi ignored everyone, put his hands together, and a circle of talismans made of white flames instantly appeared around him.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the so-called talismans are drawn crookedly, like a child's doodles.