I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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The man emphasized excitedly.

"I didn't cheat on you."

He smiled bitterly amidst the wind and swirling waters.

"Uncle, listen to me, I haven't made up my mind yet."

The man fell silent.

"Because Auntie made a mistake, Uncle's hard work was severely diminished, so is it understandable that Uncle is drinking alone?"

The woman was dissatisfied.

"That's no excuse for cheating."

Feng Zejian frowned slightly, his tone low.

"Can you please let me finish what I have to say?"

At that moment, the aura emanating from Feng Zejian was so powerful that even ghosts and monsters couldn't help but tremble in fear.

The woman was so frightened that she fell silent.

Feng Zejian calmed himself down; he didn't know why he always felt inexplicably irritable here.

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please keep quiet so I can continue."

"Auntie, you may not know this, but in some bars and izakayas, there are young and beautiful women who promote drinks. Their primary target is men who come alone to drink."

"They use the guise of getting close to women to lure them into ordering drinks. Think about it: when someone comes to drink alone, they're usually drinking alone in silence. If a considerate woman comes along and agrees with everything they say, and the woman is already emboldened by the alcohol, won't she just do whatever the woman says?"

"All they wanted from the beginning was a cut of the alcohol sales. There was no way they could have seduced Uncle, so there was no question of infidelity. Besides, I noticed earlier that Uncle is a man of few words and not good at arguing, but he kept insisting that he hadn't cheated. Doesn't that say something?"

"As for the nuptial wine you mentioned, does your uncle know about it? Even if he does, was he really conscious of what he did in that situation? And why did your uncle go out alone to drink alone? Why didn't he drink in front of you?"

"Your uncle knows very well that he's in a bad mood right now. The losses are irreversible, and he doesn't want to lose something more important. He doesn't want to bring his negative emotions to you. That important thing is you."

The woman fell silent, and tears welled in the man's pale eyes.

The woman loosened her grip on the man's neck.

"Auntie, now I'm asking you, how did you find Uncle?"

“He left home without saying a word. I was afraid something might have happened to him. I know he likes to drink when he gets angry, but he never drinks in front of me. I had pretended not to see him before, but this time it was a big deal. I was worried, so I searched everywhere and asked people one by one until I finally found him.”

The man lowered his hand at that moment.

Feng Zejian clapped his hands together.

"That settles it, doesn't it? You both put up with each other, so it all boils down to a misunderstanding."

The woman covered her face and began to sob.

"Waaah... How did I become like this? I wasn't like this before, why? Why...?"

The man stood up, his movements somewhat stiff, and walked to the woman's side.

He patted the woman on the back to comfort her.

Feng Zejian looked up and saw the wedding photo on the wall.

The man was tall and handsome, with a kind and honest appearance, and the woman was also very beautiful.

They must have been a very happy couple.

It's normal to have conflicts in life; as long as you communicate calmly, everything will be fine.

However, it is precisely the lack of communication that leads to the escalation of conflicts.

But the two of them can't be entirely blamed; they were both victims of the black aura emanating from that house.

At that moment, Feng Zejian felt that the oppressive and irritable atmosphere in the room had disappeared.

Although the couple, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, still look like ghosts, they no longer seem so scary.

The two bowed to Feng Zejian in thanks.

"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, we might never have realized our mistakes."

Feng Zejian quickly waved his hand.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

"Um, are you available now?"

The woman laughed:

"Even if it's inconvenient now, we should still make it convenient. If you have any questions, just ask."

Feng Zejian pondered what he should ask, and after a while, he had an idea.

"You should know what happened in Guanye District, right?"

"Yes, I heard that many people died, including a friend of mine who was a believer there."

Feng Zejian keenly sensed that this might be a piece of information.

"So do you know where her family is?"

"She had a son, and the day after her accident, her son also hanged himself. 85 South Street was their house."

Feng Zejian nodded.

"Is there anything else besides that? Before the incident happened there, were there any strange things?"

Both of them were racking their brains, even though they probably had no brains left to think.

The woman spoke first: "Yes, it really happened. During that time, I was dealing with a problem with my savings. I consulted a lawyer to prepare for a lawsuit to get my money back. It was late at night, probably the middle of the night. When I came back, I saw a group of people wearing dark clothes with some kind of pattern on them carrying a sedan chair. If I remember correctly, the direction should be that house."

Feng Zejian nodded.

Then he asked a strange question.

Did those people see you?

The woman froze for a moment.

"They didn't turn their heads, but it seemed like they paused for a moment."

Feng Zejian processed the information he had just received, and after a short while, the man seemed to remember something and said something.

"I think I saw a similar scene. The time was about the same, but it wasn't a sedan chair, it was a coffin, and the direction wasn't that house, the direction... the direction..."

Chapter 81 Come with me to see it then

Feng Zejian took out a topographical map and spread it on the table.

"Uncle, this is a map of the leaf-viewing area. I think you should know it better than I do. Think carefully about where you were at the time, where you saw them, and which direction they were heading."

The man looked at the map, pointed out his current location, then pointed out the locations of the others, and drew a rough direction with his finger.

The line passed through many places, and when it passed the school, Feng Zejian's expression became subtle.

Feng Zejian asked, "Auntie, I heard that after that incident, people died suddenly one after another. Have any strange things happened at the school?"

"No, after that incident, the first people to be evacuated were the school staff, and the children had all been on long holidays before the incident."

"Are these normal winter and summer vacations, and holidays?"

The woman shook her head stiffly, making a creaking sound.

"No, it's just a sudden holiday, it has nothing to do with us, so we don't know much about it."

Feng Zejian nodded.

The school was promptly highlighted in red.

If the person inside the sedan chair and the person inside the coffin are the same person.

So that house might not be the final destination; the school is highly suspicious.

This information is very useful, but I can't just go about it rashly.

Moreover, since both husband and wife saw those people, could it be that their sudden, unnatural deaths were not accidental but inevitable?

It was all just a way to kill and silence witnesses in a special way.

Feng Zejian stood up and bowed to the two of them.

"Thank you, Uncle and Aunt. Your information is very important to me. Thank you for sharing this with me. I also wish you both a happy and fulfilling life together."

The man also took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"We should be the ones saying thank you. If you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

Feng Zejian did not refuse, as he might actually need the couple's help in the future.

"We'll take you there."

Feng Zejian declined, saying, "No need. My identity is special, so let's keep our distance."

The couple didn't say anything. They knew that Feng Zejian was a living person, very different from them, the dead.

Feng Zejian left, but he didn't continue. Instead, he returned to the newspaper, took out a talisman, and went back to the real world.

The map was left at the newsstand.

The old man at the newsstand looked at the marked map, recalled the events of the day, and murmured:

"Perhaps, this child really can create miracles."

Kazema returned to school and handed over the new clues he had found to Kumagai Kana.

Kana Kumagai processed the clues she had obtained, her expression subtle as she looked at Kazesawa. "You brat..."

"Please save the compliments for later. Don't go to school. There are still many things that haven't been figured out. I can't be active in the Guanye area too often."

"Besides, I have a lot on my own to do, so you have to understand me."

Kumagai Kana snorted coldly.

"Hmph, then taking a day off without asking for leave is also disrespectful to my profession."

"How could that be? I love you to the core, how could I disrespect you?"

"Don't try to change the subject. Except for holidays, if you don't ask me for leave or come to school during the school term, you're finished, you know?"

Feng Zejian gave an OK sign.

"Okay, my Kana."

Having gained an advantage, Kazema left Kumagai Kana's office immediately.

Back in the club room, there were only two people there: Chika Fuchigami and Yuka Ikeda.

As usual, Yuka Ikeda glanced at Kazesawa before continuing to read.

Chika Fuchigami moved closer.

"I heard that your film debut is about to be released, Feng Jun."

Yuka Ikeda perked up her ears and started eating melon.

"You got the information from your mother through gossip, didn't you?"

"Hehe, I'll definitely come and support you then."

Feng Zejian smiled.

"Then you'll regret it when you see it."