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

Shiraishi Nagiko thought that the accountant's change of testimony was also a trick of Abe Nojaku.

"From what I've learned, it's Washington who's behind this," Abe Nosuke sneered. "It's well known that the prosecutors' offices in Japan and South Korea are the same as those in Washington. Several of the senior prosecutors there are Protestants, and their children are all in North America."

"Who made our Prime Minister, who has such lofty ambitions, declare upon taking office that he would station troops in Guam? I think this was a warning from Washington."

"Mr. Shiraishi, are you sick?" Seeing that Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't respond and returned to his initial confusion, Abe Nojaku finally asked his doubts: "Why have you lost so much weight these days?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head, forced a smile, said nothing, and tidied up the things on the table.

A pair of small hands as white as jade, so thin that the blue veins are visible.

The bitterness that flashed across his eyes made Abe Noja even more suspicious.

"Sister, are we going to pick up Yui today?" After Abenozuke left, Shiraishi Mei asked in a low voice.

Now she was very careful when speaking to her sister, even speaking in a lower voice.

At this time, my sister looked pale and haggard, as if she would faint if she spoke a little louder. She looked like a sickly person who would faint at any time.

"Yeah." Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered.

That's how she is these days, hardly any long sentences.

Mei Shiraishi sighed inwardly.

Arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Oda Yui had been waiting for them at the door for a long time. When she saw the car coming, she opened the door, got in and sat in the passenger seat.

Not a word.

The three of them just sat there in silence.

The car was dead silent.

It has been like this these days, no one speaks. The man is gone, as if taking away all the happiness and hope.

Return to the villa.

Oda Yui and Shiraishi Nagiko sat on the sofa one after another.

Oda Yui was swiping her phone every time, with a worried look on her face.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu kept changing TV channels with dull eyes.

On TV, Keiko Minamikawa was reporting the news that Mount Fuji was suddenly struck by lightning and a Japanese fighter plane crashed during training.

Before Minamikawa Keiko could finish her words, Shiraishi Nagimitsu pressed her fingers unconsciously and changed the channel, jumping through more than a dozen channels in just a few seconds.

"Sister, Yui, are you hungry? Let me fry some steak for you." Mei Shiraishi looked at the two people she cared about the most and said with a forced smile.

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat anymore..." Oda Yui shook her head.

"Me too..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't finish his words.

“You guys!!! Aa ...

A sharp scream was heard, and Mei Shiraishi suddenly started shouting madly.

The sudden scream successfully interrupted the sorrow of the mother and daughter.

"I've had enough of you, mother and daughter." Mei Shiraishi grabbed Nagimitsu Shiraishi and Yui Oda and pushed them to the dressing mirror.

Two pale and thin faces appeared in the mirror.

Listless and with dull eyes.

"Look at what you two have become?" Shiraishi Mei shouted loudly: "Although I really can't understand why the two of you would become like this just because of a man's disappearance."

"But life must go on, and food must be eaten. That man is not dead."

"If he comes back and sees you like this, will he be happy?"

"I don't care if you cry or stare blankly, but at least eat your meal normally, right?"

"If everyone starves to death, how can we wait for that man to come back?"

After speaking loudly in one breath, Mei Shiraishi finally let out the emotions that had been suppressed for these days.

Deathly silence.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly raised his arm.

Mei Shiraishi was so frightened that she quickly hugged her head: "Oh, sister, I was wrong, I won't do it again, don't hit my face!!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu gently lowered his arm, patted Shiraishi Mei's face, and forced a smile: "I want it medium rare."

Oda Yui also took Shiraishi Mei's arm: "Me too, auntie."

"Hey!!! Okay, okay, I'll go fry it right away and it'll be done soon." Mei Shiraishi wiped her eyes with moisture and quickly ran towards the refrigerator.

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Inside the University of Tokyo School of Medicine.

Feng Hualian was lying on the hospital bed, and there was finally some blush on her pale little face.

Her injuries have recovered well. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time, and her damaged organs are gradually recovering.

During this period, the lieutenant of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, Hashimoto Yuna, also came to see her. After the two quarreled for a few words, Hashimoto Yuna left with a sneer.

However, the precious fruits he brought were obviously carefully selected, and this naval commander was not a bad person.

Feng Hualian said in her heart.

After this experience, the three women who had experienced life and death together had an inexplicable feeling pulling them together.

They all have their own thoughts, different goals, and carry different things, but they are closer to each other.

Fenghua Lian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi who was standing blankly at the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Everything seems the same, but she has changed a lot.

This was Fenghualian’s first feeling.

From the time she woke up until now, she has never seen this official smile.

I've never seen her with twin ponytails.

She always has a high ponytail and a cold face.

And I lost a lot of weight.

Her already slim back became even slimmer.

It can be seen from the two buttocks that were originally so full that they were almost bursting that they are now a little thinner than before.

Every time she came to see him, she would stare blankly out the window, not saying much. Occasionally she would take out her cell phone to look at it, then put it back.

"You..." Feng Hualian said hesitantly, "Tingzheng, are you... okay?"

"Me?" Yingkong Kurumi turned around, shook her head, and said solemnly: "It's okay."

"I heard from my colleagues that you haven't slept for three consecutive days." Feng Hualian said, "You still think you're fine?"

"It's really okay. Don't I do this often?" Yingsong Kurumi forced a smile and turned around, still looking out the window, not knowing what she was looking at.

Feng Hualian's uneasiness grew.

A speculation gradually became clearer.

Did something happen to that man?

Feng Hualian wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask. The worry in her heart made her unable to control herself.

Suppress the violent beating of your heart.

Feng Hualian finally spoke out.

"Hall...hall main." Feng Hualian hesitated and said tentatively, "Don't stay here with me all the time. Go on a date with your boyfriend. I heard from my colleagues that the latest movie is very good."

"Oh." Yingkong Kurumi responded without any expression.

This made Feng Hualian a little confused. What happened?

"Tingzheng, how did you and your boyfriend meet? Tell me about it."

"Next time..." Yingsora Kurumi said lightly, still without turning around.

But Feng Hualian keenly noticed that the hall master, who was always optimistic, cheerful and decisive, shrugged slightly.

Was she crying because she mentioned that man?

Feng Hualian didn't dare to ask further. She felt as if she had sunk into ice water and her whole body was cold.

I hope.....he is okay.

Sakura Kurumi looked out the window.

Take a deep breath.

He secretly wiped the tear marks from his face.

As the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau, she easily used her authority to find the telecommunications company and received a message after returning.

This mobile phone number has been unable to connect to the signal for a long time, let alone GPS.

This made Yingkong Kurumi even more certain that something had happened to Fang Zuo.

Thinking of this, tears started to flow again.

Yingsora Kurumi, you are still too weak, useless thing, you only know how to cry and can't help him at all.

Yingkong Kurumi slapped herself hard.

'Snapped. '

The slapping sound woke up the nervous Fenghua Lian, and she looked at Yingkong Kurumi's back in surprise.

No words were spoken, and no one asked why.

Some things need to be understood, not asked.

Fortunately, she can understand.

If she could, she would also like to slap herself.

furiously.

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Night has fallen

Jin Meiting was wearing a red satin pajamas with a red thong sandwiched between her buttocks.

Clamp your legs.

She picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and drank a few mouthfuls in big gulps.

She didn't care as the red liquid slipped into her red lace bra.

After taking away the bottle, she gasped heavily with red lips.

A little tipsy.

I never knew that I would be so scared without that man.

Even though these bodyguards are still there, and they still go back and forth to these places every day.

However, every day I feel like my life is counting down.

It turns out that both her ambition and her body desperately need that man.

knock knock knock.

The door rings.

Jin Meiting knew who was coming.

Now only a few people can come to this floor without notifying the hotel.

I opened the door and it was indeed her.

A beautiful woman in a black nightgown stands at the door

Kana Morisawa.

Her cheeks are slightly sunken, which gives her face without makeup a kind of morbid beauty.