Chapter 130 Your time is here

"I need an explanation!"

Shinichi Fujimoto held the latest newspaper in his hand and slapped it in front of the police chief fiercely.

He is very frightened now. Just this morning, when he was still carefully compiling new textbooks at home, he suddenly received bad news from Shiyu Murakami.

Was he killed by a stone that appeared out of thin air on the podium?

"Are you security staff all eating shit? What an important speech this is, a speech that can change history!"

The more Shinichi Fujimoto talks, the more angry he becomes, the more he is mainly fear.

He didn't think about the consequences of doing this kind of thing.

But it still makes sense to ask for this old Chinese saying in the face of wealth and honor. If you don’t do this, how can you achieve your current position and how can you have the opportunity to be loyal to the King of Heaven?

So as he became bigger and bigger, he was like a frightened bird when there was a slight movement. This time, when he heard that Shiyu Murakami was killed by a stone falling from the sky, he rushed to the police station without stopping.

However, the director did not focus on the killer.

After all, the aftermath of investigation showed that the stone was actually smashed on the twenty-story floor behind him.

A stone as big as a washbasin fell at an altitude of nearly 100 meters, and then it hit Shiyu Murakami's head with accuracy?

You know, looking down at a height of 100 meters, a person is like a little ant. How can he hit it in this case?

This kind of thing is as ridiculous as a bomber driver saying that he can accurately throw a bomb into a pit.

There are too many luck elements, so the director feels that perhaps there is really a god in this world.

It is precisely because he has studied Chinese history that he firmly believes in the theory of ghosts and gods.

He didn't seem very enthusiastic about Shinichi Fujimoto's arrival this time.

"Can you afford this kind of mistake?"

"Mr. Fujimoto, we will step up the investigation and strive to quickly catch the murderer so that you can feel at ease as soon as possible."

What should be said still needs to be said. Although Shinichi Fujimoto and others are just small characters, there are people above who support them behind their backs. This time Shiyu Murakami's death has caused dissatisfaction among some radicals above.

How could he, a small director, bear such a responsibility?

I'm afraid that this life's career has ended here.

However, this is still possible to protect Shinichi Fujimoto.

If Shinichi Fujimoto was dead, then he would have ended in this life.

But for such ghosts and gods, how can we protect Shinichi Fujimoto's safety?

Seeing the director's perfunctory attitude, Shinichi Fujimoto was very angry. After all, the killer would definitely not let him go.

But the director felt that all this was very likely to be retribution. The whole thing was like a very normal accident. Even the best pilot in their island country could not throw so accurately.

But under the pressure from above, he reluctantly sent someone to protect Shinichi Fujimoto.

In a blink of an eye, it was night.

Shinichi Fujimoto's small villa is brightly lit, and the outside is full of police officers drawn from there.

It is impossible that even a fly cannot fly in, but at least the mouse should not enter and exit easily.

This strict guard appearance actually aroused Ye Bei's competitive spirit.

"It's good to have a tight guard, so it's challenging."

Lieing on the roof of the villa next door, Ye Bei looked at the groups of police officers surrounding Shinichi Fujimoto from afar, and licked his lips excitedly.

If you want to break through, you can't stop him even if you have twice as many people.

But this is a loss of fun. Moreover, under layers of protection, God unconsciously killed the target of protection without knowing it, which was simply slapping them in the face.

Only in this way can there be no idea of ​​plagiarizing the treasures of Chinese historical treasures in the future.

Whenever someone wants to come up with such an idea, they will first think of the lesson taught to them by their seniors with their lives. Even if they are strictly guarded, they will still die because their time has come!

This is how it is to kill people.

"Fujimoto, take a break early."

Ryoko walked into the study and placed a cup of tea on Fujimoto Shinichi's table. She watched him clutching his hair tightly there, and couldn't help but comfort him.

She has always maintained an objection to Shinichi Fujimoto's behavior of tampering with history. However, she naturally couldn't say anything more when she married her husband.

I had to go to the temple to burn incense every day and pray for the forgiveness of the dead.

Although she knew that those dead souls would not let Shinichi Fujimoto go, she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Shiyu Murakami was first asked for his life by the dead, and then it was probably his turn.

"You go to bed first, I'll go to bed later."

With red eyes, Shinichi Fujita perfunctorily treated Ryoko.

Everyone thinks it is retribution and a saying of ghosts and gods, but he doesn't believe it.

Where did the ghost come from in this world?

Since childhood, he has a different story than ordinary people, which is that he has a strong premonition of danger.

I remember when I was a child, I suddenly felt that there was an earthquake, so he hurriedly pulled his sleeping parents and ran to an empty place overnight.

Then the whole village died while sleeping, but his family survived.

This incident also caused a lot of sensation at that time.

However, time has passed and this incident has long been forgotten by people, but this talent is still there.

This time, he felt the strong crisis again, as if needles were pricking him, and his whole back to his scalp was numb. How could he sleep peacefully?

The transfer of so many police officers did not increase his sense of security at all. Instead, the sense of crisis became stronger and stronger, as if a sword was already hanging over his head.

"Gudonggudong."

Drinking the tea in the cup, then feeling a sensation of urine, Shinichi Fujimoto got up and walked towards the toilet.

Passing by the bedroom and looking at Ryoko who was sleeping quietly on the bed, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I am adding fame to the island nation, which is a glorious move. Why do you just don't understand me so much?"

As he said that, he remembered Shiyu Murakami again. That person was just for money and rights, but he was different. He was for the revival of the island country and for His Majesty the Emperor.

But at least, Shiyu Murakami will support him, but Ryoko will not.

"Because you misrepresented the facts."

A hand reached out quietly, and suddenly covered Shinichi Fujimoto's mouth, and then a low voice came into his ears.

His eyes suddenly widened, and just as he was about to struggle, a chill came to his throat, and then a warm liquid flowed down his chest.

"Ho ho..."

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but because his throat was cut, he could only make a few sounds of air, and then blood rushed into his mouth and flowed down.

He tilted his head and went to see his king.

Throwing the body on the ground like a broken sack.

Then, looking at the still flowing blood, Ye Bei suddenly felt a wasteful feeling, so he walked over, dipped in blood, and started scribing on the wall of the living room.

"Those who violate my power in China will be punished even if they are far away!"
Chapter completed!