In the Yoshiwara area, two kilometers away from Sensoji Temple, colorful neon lights flash proudly.
This was once Japan's No. 1 flower street, and since the Edo period, it has been a gathering place for publicly permitted brothels... Since the "Customer Business Act" was revised in 1966, it has become a "special area" like Shinjuku Kabukicho.
In principle, the existing site will be retained without expanding it.
During the day, Yoshihara is quiet.
At night, the hustle and bustle here is far beyond imagination.
Department stores several floors high, dazzling international cuisines, crowded drugstores; bars and izakayas one after another, young people smoking in groups, bottles discarded casually on the street, and paintings in the underground passages
With weird graffiti...
Among the hustle and bustle of worldly desires, custom shops are the busiest and most popular.
Under the decorative lights in three colors of red, yellow and pink, the vehicles coming and going to pick up and drop off guests give the place a glamorous atmosphere and at the same time cast a coquettish air on the streets at night.
The bubble bath service in the Yoshiwara area is known as the best in the country.
The [Empress] high-end bubble bath is known as the best in Yoshiwara.
This first place not only means that [Empress]'s service level and quality of custom girls far exceed those of its peers, but also because the owner of this store is a ruthless and voluptuous beauty, Kawasaki Miji, who is respectfully called "Empress".
She has a very strong black and white background, and those who offend her are almost without exception thrown into Tokyo Bay.
But recently, this charming lady seems to have encountered some troubles.
"Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of your sister-in-law for you..." Jiro Araki muttered silently in his heart, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. When he heard the person inside shouting "come in", he adjusted the collar of his burgundy suit slightly.
, push the door and enter.
This is a luxuriously decorated office. The floors are all covered with soft Persian carpets. The reception sofa is large, and there are several pleasing potted plants by the window. On one side of the desk is a cabinet for files, and on the other side are cabinets for files.
It's a wine cabinet. Inside the wine cabinet are several porcelain plates that look like precious antiques.
As soon as Araki Erlang entered the door, his eyes were attracted to the woman standing in front of the window.
She was holding half a glass of whiskey in her hand and was wearing a red skirt. The close-fitting material wrapped her slender figure irritably. Looking from behind, her waist was surprisingly thin, as if it was because of something.
For some reason, it seemed that the waist had forgotten to grow for a while during the growth process.
And the legs exposed under the skirt.
The skin of the calf is smooth and smooth, and the curves are as tight as those of a carnivore, making it appear toned and free, full of wild charm.
Araki Jiro took a deep breath, his heart burning.
His eldest brother, named Dairo Araki, was a spider demon. He died inexplicably a few days ago. In Erlang's heart, his eldest brother was really kind to him. He should die even if he died, and he was so considerate to leave a legacy for his younger brother.
He has a beautiful sister-in-law, and a black spider group with hundreds of younger brothers...
Jiro Araki could not repay this kindness.
"What do you want from me, sister-in-law?"
He walked forward and thought silently in his mind: When the Bon Festival comes, I will say thank you to my eldest brother twice more and promise to take good care of my sister-in-law.
Kawasaki Miji turned around, her skirt swaying slightly as her body moved, and light streamed down from the ceiling, adding a hazy beauty to the outline of her body.
What appeared in front of Jiro Araki's eyes was a noble woman with cold and elegant facial features and skin as delicate as snow.
Her small, bare feet stepped on the carpet, her ten toes were as round and translucent as pearls, and her toenails shimmered.
It was difficult for Araki Jiro's eyes not to be attracted by these feet.
If possible, it was like he was being stepped on by these perfect feet.
"snort!"
Kawasaki Meiji's face turned cold, she raised her hand and flicked her fingertips forward.
The next second, two jets of dark venom splashed out from her delicate fingertips, piercing Araki Jiro's eyes like two ice picks, instantly burning his eyes and causing unbearable pain.
What's even worse is that the two venoms seem to be alive, constantly biting the surface of his eyeballs.
"sorry!"
"Sister-in-law, I was wrong, please go around me -"
Araki Jiro immediately fell to his knees on the ground and begged very spinelessly.
This is normal.
Whether it's an ordinary spider or a monster spider, the female is generally more powerful than the male.
"One more look and I will send you to reunite with your brother!" Kawasaki Meiji snorted coldly.
The words without any regard for human feelings came out from those thin and ruthless red lips, and the air in the entire office instantly became bitingly cold.
She raised her hand again and waved from the air.
Two streams of venom flowed out from Jiro Araki's fingers and flew back to her palm. Under the bright light, two small black spiders in liquid form could be clearly seen.
Araki Jiro trembled.
The pain in his eyes gradually dissipated and the light returned to his eyes. At this time, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction and simply knelt on his knees with an awe-inspiring and respectful expression.
"That little priest named Fujiwara Izaya," Kawasaki Miki raised the wine glass and said while looking at the chandelier on the ceiling through the wine glass, "I asked you to check for so many days, did you find any useful information?
"
"...Well," Jiro Araki shook his head cautiously, "My eldest brother died in his hands. I am not as powerful as my eldest brother. How dare I investigate him..."
"Bang!"
Kawasaki Miji made a backhand smash.
The thick glass hit Jiro Araki's head and broke into pieces immediately.
To be honest, if it weren't for the overall situation, she would drag this stupid spider, who is as useless as her brother, to Tokyo Bay for reclamation right now.
"You can use those resentful spirits your brother raised."
A slightly indifferent voice sounded again. Araki Jiro raised his head, wiped the drink on his face with his sleeve, and said with a serious and loyal look: "That will be easy, sister-in-law, please rest assured!"
Kawasaki Miji was too lazy to look at him, turned around and walked to the wine cabinet. While pouring wine from a new cup, she ordered: "Try out that boy's strength within three days, or you can cut off two fingers to apologize."
Araki Jiro's heart trembled and he was about to cry: "Why two?"
"The look in his eyes is wretched, and the work he does is incompetent."
"Give me a chance, sister-in-law..."
"Get out!" Kawasaki Miji showed an impatient expression.
Araki Jiro didn't dare to say anything and quickly got up and exited the office.
With only herself left in the office, Kawasaki Miji's body relaxed very naturally. She sank into the soft sofa and completely blended in with the surrounding air.
He sipped the whiskey in small sips, with an expression as if he was savoring a gorgeous article.
She didn't drink before, but since she accepted the organization's arrangement and came to Tokyo, and after she and Araki Dairo came to the big city of Tokyo to work secretly in the name of husband and wife, she fell in love with drunken people because of the pressure.
A feeling of drunkenness.
Dairo Araki is responsible for the shady things in the group.
And she is responsible for the public affairs and needs to deal with various complex social relationships.
Compared with murder and arson, dealing with people is obviously much more difficult. Kawasaki Meiji has spent many tired nights relying on wine over the years.
“Asakusa Shrine…”
Nails painted with light-colored nail polish gently tapped the marble tabletop.
"Fujiwara Izaya..."
"Did you kill that stupid spider, or were you just there by chance and it was actually killed by the miko from the Tokyo Grand Shrine..."
"Well, whatever is good, just die if you die... What my sister is more interested in is your piece of land at Asakusa Shrine. It is big enough and the surroundings are prosperous enough. If you can get it..."
After murmuring for a while, as if thinking of some great good thing, Kawashima Miji looked at the neon-lit night view of Asakusa not far away, and smiled slightly, a perfect smile, her lips suddenly opened, and the corners of her mouth gathered with a unique charm.