85. When Kasahara Fuka-Eri vs. Kamikawajima Miki (4D Achievement)
"Boom——"
Lightning crackled in my ears.
The lights in the Buddhist hall went out as if they were overwhelmed.
Just as Tsuchiya and Ma Fei went out, Kasahara Fuka-Eri stood up with a gun and looked at Fujiwara Izaya from behind: "Come back with me to assist in the investigation!"
"Wait until I finish."
Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand with his back to her and stepped out of the Buddhist hall.
The rain was almost roaring down, and the sky was gloomy and dim. Even during the day, the line of sight was not clear. Everyone's eyes followed his back, like a thick silhouette on the gray background.
The water splashed and he stepped into the rain.
The silhouette suddenly turned into a blurry phantom, like looking at the mountains in the distance through a rain curtain.
Looking down at Tsuchiya Kazuma lying in the mud, Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said gently: "Don't go to bed too early at night, remember to wait for me to come back."
Is this a provocation?
This is definitely a provocation... Tsuchiya Kazuma's chest felt tight, and he spat out another mouthful of blood containing broken teeth.
"Haha~"
Kawashima Miji covered her mouth and smiled softly a few times.
This voice reached their ears through the rain curtain, as if they were a world away. Tsuchiya and Ma's minds were so excited that they immediately killed Fujiwara Izaya in a violent manner, regardless of the loss of exposing their demon body.
However, suddenly an alarm sounded.
From the main door, the side door, and other directions, ordinary police officers in police uniforms and Section 9 agents in black combat uniforms filed in.
"Don't move!"
"Hands up!"
"This place has been surrounded, please surrender immediately!"
Tsuchiya and Ma immediately closed their eyes and pretended to be dizzy.
When the police come, without him taking action, the Taito District Governor will take Fujiwara Izaya back to the police station and torture him before handing him over to him for processing.
Facing dozens of dark gun muzzles, Fujiwara Izaya stood alone in the rain, looking around expressionlessly. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at Kawashima Miji, with his back to the police and Section 9 detectives.
Member, he moved his lips silently a few times.
'How dare you watch the whole show!'
'I'm angry!'
'Go home, wash up and wait for me!'
This is what Kawashima Meiji understood.
There may be some misinterpretation in it, but with her understanding of the bad guy Fujiwara Izaya, what he is going to do will probably be even more heinous!
"snort!"
Kawashima Miji looked away coldly, leaving him with a profile full of arrogance.
Such lip language was also captured by Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
She frowned and said coldly: "Please come back with us and assist in the investigation."
"Miss Kasahara," Fujiwara Izaya winked at her and said as if he knew her well, "remember to keep it a secret for me."
Finally, he looked at Kitahara Takaki: "Wait for my good news tomorrow morning."
Say it.
Holding the knife, Fujiwara Izaya jumped out of the encirclement and disappeared in the rain in the blink of an eye.
What a nonsense... Kasahara Fukaeri had a headache and rubbed her brows. The mess left here had to be cleaned up after all. She took out her ID and looked at the many police officers and Section 9: "I am Chief Inspector Kasahara. I am here temporarily.
I'll take over. You go back to your respective departments and don't interfere."
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her.
The faces of the bald heads turned slightly pale, especially the few monsters hiding among them. Tsuchiya and Ma Yin were unwilling to do so, and even breathed much heavier.
Looking at the tall and cold female police officer, Kawashima Miji looked solemn and thought, no wonder that brat is so confident, it turns out that he has even hooked up with the top management of Section 9.
Pooh!
Scumbag!
One after another, the police and Section 9 detectives left, and the guests present also left.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri briefly said a few words, and even issued a wanted order for Fujiwara Izaya in order to clear up the relationship. Finally, she got into Kawashima Miki's car and left with her. The pure Buddhist temple was restored.
For a while, there was only the sound of raindrops.
Tsuchiya and Ma slowly stood up from the mud.
Ignoring the mud on his face and clothes, he swayed slightly and seemed a little lost.
On the first day he took office, he was treated like this. Not only did he lose the knife given by the organization, but he was also taken care of by Section 9. How can he survive in Tokyo from now on...
Thinking of the tragedy, the tip of his nose felt sore and he felt like crying.
So aggrieved.
It was obvious that he had just arrived in Tokyo.
Why did he have to suffer such hardship? Not only did he fail to implement any plan, but he also faced death threats... Wow, this city of Tokyo is too scary, and the people in Tokyo are too rude and barbaric. He really wants to go back to the countryside now.
"Boss..." Araki Erlang lamely climbed out of the Buddhist hall.
No!
Can't be so depressed!
As long as I kill that brat tonight, I can still make a comeback!
Tsuchiya Kazuma took a deep breath, forcibly cheered up, and said to Araki Jiro: "Get up, now come with me to find the ghost raised by your brother, we must win tonight!"
"We must win!" Jiro Araki shouted, dragging his half-lame leg.
Half an hour later.
Two monsters arrived at the Beihara family construction site in the rain.
Looking at the scene that was in full swing even though it was raining, I couldn't feel the slightest bit of resentment and demonic power.
Araki Jiro was stunned.
Tsuchiya and Ma panicked.
After a long silence, Tsuchiya Kazuma asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you taking the wrong path?"
"...No." Araki Jiro shook his head.
"Then what's going on here?"
"Probably...it's gone."
"Don't you have people here to watch?"
"some."
"What about the people watching?"
After the deathly silence, Araki Jiro sighed: "Eight powerful spider demons were wiped out in a flash. What can I do..."
"ah?"
"I finally understand why my eldest brother didn't even keep his ashes."
"What...what should I do tonight?"
"Uh, how about," Jiro Araki asked tentatively, "should we move?"
"Asshole!" Tsuchiya Kazuma slapped him on the back of the head and scolded: "He's just a brat, why should he be so panicked?"
It's you who panicked, okay... Araki Jiro murmured in his heart, not daring to look strange.
Tsuchiya and Mari pondered for a while and asked, "How much power can the group still use now?"
"The top is sixteen, the middle is forty-eight, and the bottom is two hundred and two."
Jiro Araki answered accurately.
During the time when his eldest brother passed away, he was particularly concerned about the affairs of the group, reading various documents almost every day. What he was looking forward to was that one day he could take over everything left by his eldest brother, so as to achieve a double harvest of monsters and love.
sweet dream.
But he had never thought that the eldest brother's position was now snatched away by Kazuma Tsuchiya who landed in the air, and the sister-in-law left behind by the eldest brother was also taken away by Fujiwara Izaya...Araki Jiro suddenly felt that the demon life had no meaning at all, it might as well be
Damn it.
Tsuchiya and Ma pondered for a moment.
I feel that it is not safe to concentrate all the power of the Black Spider Group, plus the strength of my own mid-level demon general. I must ask for help from the organization, even if the demon king will not be able to mobilize it for a while, it would be good to have two high-level demon generals.
Otherwise, he is really a little scared.
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It rained heavily, and the cars driving on the street all turned on their headlights, causing water to splash from their tires.
In the yellow Ferrari sports car, a music program from the FM radio station was playing, and the song was Janacek's Sinfonietta. Kawashima Miji held the steering wheel with her little hands and hummed along in tune.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri leaned deeply on the passenger's hand, closed her eyes and listened.
The beautiful sound of wind instruments playing in unison came to her mind, but she didn't hear it. Now she was thinking more about Fujiwara Izaya. Today he can escape, but what about tomorrow? No matter how long he escapes, he will always be there.
There will be a day when he has to face it, unless he no longer intends to act as a human being.
From the day he entered Tokyo, countless people were speculating on his identity.
His life experience is mysterious, and his performance in Tokyo this year is amazing, which is enough to show that he has an extraordinary origin, but no one knows how he grew up.
To be more precise, some people have speculated in that direction, but there is no evidence to prove it.
This kind of thing is very annoying.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri watched him jump around for more than a year, and it made him happy and free for more than a year.
Logically speaking, he is a monster and is not guilty. As long as he does not break the law, he will not be arrested. But as a priest, don't expect to be fooled. Just ask the shrine to be confiscated by Onnyangliao.
As she thought about it, Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt a little confused.
In the past year or so, Fujiwara Izaya's character was actually nobler and more perfect than any clergy she knew, and there was not a single flaw in him (not including greed for money).
Even if he is a monster, he is more like a priest than anyone else... It is useless to think about these things. The rules established thousands of years ago cannot be shaken by Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
As one of the vested interests of the current system, she has no reason to oppose the rules.
There was some traffic on the road, and the yellow Ferrari was sandwiched between two trucks, crawling forward slowly.
In the Toyota Corolla in the driveway next to them, a middle-aged couple was arguing loudly. Kasahara Fuka-Eri leaned back in her chair deep in thought, and Kawashima Miuki listened to the radio.
The sky is still overcast, and the heavy rain has washed away the whole world. The huge billboards on the roadside have been washed away from the dust, and the lights are shining brightly.
"Hey," Kawashima Miki suddenly asked, "How did you and Fujiwara Izaya meet?"
"I'm not familiar with him!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied coldly.
"Oh, I understand."
The smile on Kawashima Miji's face can be understood in various ways.
After a while, she asked again: "Are you a senior member of the Nine Courses?"
"Yeah." Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded lightly.
"You are so young, but you can climb to the top," Kawashima Miji said with her white fingertips tapping the steering wheel in time with the music, "The conditions at home must be very good, right? Either rich or noble."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned slightly, not wanting to discuss this topic.
Kawashima Meiji tilted her head and looked at her, "Unlike me, my family was so poor that I was forced to work before I even finished high school."
She was wearing a black skirt and a light brown spring jacket. Her mouth was closed in a straight line. It would not be an exaggeration to call her a beautiful woman like herself. But the problem was that the expression on her face was extremely lacking.
He didn't even show a smile. His eyes were like those of a good monitor, completely cold.
After watching for a while, Kawashima Miji said with a smile: "I really envy you, a child from a rich family, who can receive the best education, and can work as he pleases without having to look at other people's faces and not be afraid of giving others looks... But I am miserable.
Yes, I have to entertain people with laughter every day.”
"You are very rich now." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said in an emotionless voice.
"What's the use of money..." Kawashima Miji shook her head, "How can you be respected as a female police officer when you are the owner of a custom shop? Life, tsk tsk..."
Having said this, she smiled dumbly and rubbed her eyes sadly for a while.
A moment of silence.
The music stopped and the car was quiet.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt that she should talk about something. After turning her eyes a few times, she pointed at the car stereo: "The sound quality is very good."
Kawashima Meiji nodded: "Do you know who the composer of the piece of music just now is?"
"Yanáček." Kasahara Fuka-Eri answered accurately.
"Yanáček." Kawashima Miji repeated it, as if she had memorized the important agreement in her heart.
The Ferrari drove into Yoshiwara, its headlights illuminated the green trees on the roadside, and the familiar scenery came into view. Kawashima Miji drove the car into the parking lot, parked the car, and turned off the engine.
The two of them sat motionless in the car and waited.
Everything in the car stopped, the sound of the air conditioner disappeared, disappeared faintly, the lights disappeared, and only the scent of rose water that had penetrated the dashboard and seats in the car for many years wafted slightly on the tip of the nose.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought for a long time and came up with something.
"Life is not fair."
"Whose words?"
"John.\nF.\nKennedy."
"Who's here?"
"The thirty-fifth President of the United States."
"Oh, the one who was assassinated in the convertible."
"Not going home?"
"Waiting for that little brat."
"How did he know you were here?"
"That bitch has a very sharp nose."
"oh……"
After another brief silence, Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly asked: "Do you really want to clean it for him?"
"..." Kawashima Meiji was stunned for a moment, then laughed, her plump body trembling, "That's right, do you want to see it?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought about this topic very seriously.
A second before Fujiwara Izaya appeared, she shook her head: "Don't look."
The next second, Izaya Fujiwara, who was soaked all over, knocked on the window on the side of the cab.
Kawashima Meiji rolled down the car window, Qiao smiled and opened her mouth: "Little brother, what do you want to see my sister for?"
"I'm not looking for you!" Fujiwara Izaya pushed her face away and looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri in the passenger seat: "Miss Kasahara, can you come up and sit down?"
"Uh-huh!"
Kawashima Miji bit him directly on the wrist.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the car door from the inside with his other hand, pulled her out, and held her around his waist like a drum.
"No hitting!" Kawashima Miji warned.
"I'll fight you when I get home!" Fujiwara Izaya said very vindictively.
"Put me down!"
"Don't let go!"
"Do you believe I cried for you?"
"Cry."
"I'm crying, I'm crying!"
After a while of commotion, Fujiwara Izaya put Kawashima Miki down and straightened her collar carefully.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at it silently for a while, then nodded gently: "Okay."
The three of them left the parking lot and took the elevator to the ninth floor.
As soon as he entered the door, Kawashima Miki kicked Fujiwara Izaya on the butt and scolded: "Go and take a shower quickly, don't make my house dirty."
Fujiwara Izaya turned back and stared at her: "Madam, you are so courageous!"
Kawashima Miji now looks like a standard widow, wearing a black poplin mourning dress, a black belt, and a small bag in her hand. Her hair is elegantly and sadly tied back on her head, and her snow-white slender neck is exposed from the collar.
"Not as big as you!"
Kawashima Miji looked very unhappy.
She raised her hand to look at her watch and said impatiently: "It's almost noon, hurry up and take a shower, and then say what you want to say quickly, then get out!"
Fujiwara Izaya said dryly and walked to the swimming pool according to the position in his memory.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri watched the two of them interact, then bent down to take off her high heels and take off her coat. Under the leadership of Kawashima Miki, her stocking-wrapped feet stepped on the soft carpet and entered the rest area.
This is the ninth floor of the Empress. The rest area is large and spacious. From the balcony, you can clearly see the Skytree.
There is not much furniture, but the style is good. You can tell at a glance that it is expensive. The crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling and the seat lamps on the table are all in Italian style.
"Nice room." Fuka-Eri Kasahara praised.
"Can it be used as a photo studio?"
"It feels like that."
"Everything designed by a designer is in this style..." Miji Kawashima shrugged lightly and laughed at herself, "It's a pity that it only looks like it on the outside and doesn't have any flavor of life inside."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri read the text and said: "It's enough to create the breath of life."
"The problem is that there is no life." Kawashima Miji imitated her expressionless expression and said.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri fell silent, with a cold expression on her face that said, "My friendship with you is not enough to talk about this."
"You're not good at talking, and you're going to suffer a lot in the future..." Kawashima Miji laughed happily a few times, untied her belt, took off her mourning clothes, and walked to the kitchen wearing only her underwear.
"What to drink?" she asked.
"Ice water is fine." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied.
"Water will do," Kawashima Miji took a cup and poured water from the kettle. She didn't forget to joke: "You are already ice-cold, so what else do you drink... Ah, shit!"
The cup banged on the table.
There was a faint feeling of being beaten in her buttocks. Kawashima Miji blushed and rushed to the swimming pool angrily.