People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Entered a mountain also filled with black fog

Fang Zuo was stunned.

This is actually a Shenzhou-style mountain gate.

There are three Chinese characters written on the archway at the entrance.

Miguji Temple.

Almost all temples on the island have developed some style of their own.

And here.

Looking inside from the mountain gate, the entire temple is completely in the style of Shenzhou temples.

There is no trace of an island country.

This group of ghosts just walked in.

What the hell is this place?

Fang Zuo had some doubts.

Chapter 146 Fang Zuo’s Acquaintance

Inside a villa in Tokyo.

Keiko Minamikawa was holding her chin in her hand, staring blankly.

Today is another family reunion day.

My parents returned to normal after the exorcism at Sensoji Temple.

They were completely oblivious to what had happened and had no idea they had nearly killed their precious daughter.

But Minamikawa Keiko couldn't forget.

Looking at my parents who were still smiling kindly at me.

Jingzi Minamikawa would often return to that nightmare night when her parents were chasing her with a knife.

My younger brother is still in middle school and knows nothing.

After experiencing this incident, Keiko Minamikawa suddenly felt a deep sense of loneliness.

There is no one to share and tell.

Only the Shiba Inu at home would growl at his parents from time to time, and then shrink into his arms.

Just like back to that night, there was no one to rely on.

Only this Shiba Inu saved his life, and then... that man came.

Minamikawa Keiko smiled bitterly, she didn't even know his real name.

It's definitely not Officer Fujinohara from the Exorcist Guard.

How could a person who could easily accomplish things that were unimaginable to him, and who even disdained the identity of the owner of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, be a mere police officer?

Especially after I investigated his background and waited for such a long time for him to start working.

I used my journalistic authority to find an excuse for an interview and went to the Exorcist Guard, but they said there was no such person.

So, just disappear into your own world?

It was like a dream.

No.

He was still there in the dream.

Even though the crazy, empty feeling that made me wet just thinking about him was slowly fading away.

But after so many nights, I still dream about him.

Sometimes the city is very small, so small that you can easily meet people you don’t want to meet.

Sometimes the city is so big that two people will never meet.

Just when Keiko Minamikawa was daydreaming.

A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

She was so frightened that she trembled all over and turned back quickly, even though she was in her familiar home.

"Don't be in a daze." Mom said, "What are you thinking about?"

Why is this daughter becoming more and more weird?

"I didn't think anything." Minamikawa Keiko shook her head.

"Weren't you invited to host the Tokyo University Forum today? Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'm about to leave." Minamikawa Keiko stood up.

"Remember to get to know more people on such a great occasion, especially men, since you are already so old."

"I understand..." Minamikawa Keiko sighed helplessly.

The man's figure appeared in my mind again.

I should have known not to return the suit to him, and I would have had an excuse to ask him out.

Keiko Minamikawa looked at his phone number on her phone, hesitated for a long time between the text message and call interfaces, and finally backed out.

You are such a coward, Keiko Minamikawa.

University of Tokyo, Japan.

The largest auditorium was packed.

Originally, the School of International Politics just invited some politicians and media figures to give speeches and hold a small forum.

But after learning that two beautiful women, Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Minamikawa Keiko, were coming.

Students from all departments crowded in, and some even skipped classes.

The University of Tokyo had no choice but to move to the largest auditorium.

Fang Zuo sat in the audience and watched the beautifully dressed Minamikawa Keiko finish her hosting and then walk aside.

Then came the free question session, and the school host took the microphone.

The first person to be asked a question was Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"I envy all of you here. Studying at the University of Tokyo is a life I've always dreamed of, but it's impossible to achieve."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu exudes unparalleled charm standing on the stage.

"This student asked me about my evaluation of the past few governments. That's a good question."

"I want to tell everyone that I like good words, I like sophisticated words, words that are learned."

"But the simplest word I can think of is stupid."

"I guess people probably thought 'incompetent' sounded better."

"I don't know which of these two words is more suitable for them. Maybe both are suitable."

"As a government of a developed country, it allowed all the money to flow into real estate, thus creating the biggest bubble."

"They've also lost their first-mover advantage in industries like semiconductors, and now they're gradually losing ground in the automotive sector."

"Corporate capital has taken away most of the resources for economic and social development, but has not distributed them to workers. As a result, young people's wages have stagnated for 30 years."

"And Japan's consumption and livelihood have stagnated for 30 years."

"Also, why should we be dogs for others?"

"Dogs need their owners to throw bones and feed them dog food, but we provide our own."

"Yes, we are weak, we are garrisoned, and we have signed a lot of joint guarantee agreements, but."

"Do we have to spend so much military money to be a dog that provides its own dog food, and follow America to provoke its neighbors, in order to gain so-called national pride?"

"Don't our comics, our technology, our cars, our appliances, give us a sense of pride?"

"Shouldn't it give us a sense of pride to make the lives of Japanese people better?"

“If you can, why not keep putting your money into these.”

When it came to the final part, students in the audience asked questions one after another.

From international politics to skin care, many women even mentioned breast augmentation.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu handled them all with ease.

There are more and more people in the hall.

Fang Zuo looked back and saw that even the aisles were crowded with students who were stained.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure flash past the door.

"Is it him? Why is he here?" Fang Zuo stood up in surprise, gave his seat to a student, and walked out of the auditorium.

Walked in the direction where the man disappeared.

Minamikawa Keiko, who was standing at the edge of the stage with nothing to do and preparing to leave, suddenly spotted the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

Seeing Fang Zuo about to leave the auditorium, he hurried out of the side door and chased after him.

Looking at the familiar figure in the distance, it was indeed him. How did he get here?

Keiko Minamikawa was so excited that she shouted "Hey" and chased after him.

But the man in front turned right and entered the auditorium exit aisle.

Nanchuan Jingzi hurriedly jogged and shouted again, "Hey, wait for me."

The man didn't look back. Minamikawa Jingzi, carrying her small bag, ran after him desperately in her high heels.

When I reached the stairs, I accidentally twisted my foot and fell to the ground with a "ah".

The twisted ankle and hip caused her to fall to the ground, causing Minamikawa Keiko so much pain that she almost cried out.

Holding her feet, pursing her lips, she struggled to stand up and continue chasing.

But then a sharp pain came and he sat down again.

Minamikawa Keiko dropped the small bag in her hand in despair.

I finally met her, but I missed her. I felt so wronged as if something was blocking my heart.

The severe pain in her feet and buttocks made her hold her ankles with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you calling me?" a voice came.

Minamikawa Jingzi looked up in disbelief. The man came back and stood there in a nonchalant manner with his eyebrows raised.

Minamikawa Keiko's tears instantly retreated, and she gave the man a bright smile, nodding her head desperately.

For a moment, she was like a schoolgirl who had just fallen in love, smiling foolishly as she watched the man walking towards her.

Fang Zuo frowned and slowly approached: "You guy, why is it that every time I see you, nothing good happens."

"But seeing you is always a good thing for me." The sudden burst of joy made Minamikawa Keiko forget all the pain.

Watching the man slowly approaching, Minamikawa Keiko suddenly remembered the feeling of the fabric being pulled when she was wearing yoga clothes.

Her little face suddenly turned red.

"Does that mean I owe you something?" Fang Zuo approached Minamikawa Jingzi.

A light scent of perfume permeates the nose.

Fang Zuo squatted down, grabbed Minamikawa Jingzi's feet wrapped in black stockings, and took off the twisted high heel.

Although this woman's feet were not as soft and boneless as Hebei Cai's, they were not as slender as those that could be held in one hand.

A normal urban woman's size.

But the instep is straight and slender, and when it is held in the hand, the stockings are smooth and the skin is soft.

The toes are shyly curled up slightly.

The graceful curves are soft and delicate, and when the black stockings are spread open, the redness of the arch of the foot can be vaguely seen.