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

Then he gently wiped away her tears with the back of his hand: "Chunzi, where are your glasses? Don't you want to wear them anymore? Have you cured your myopia?"

"Report to the deputy captain, I'm wearing contact lenses for myopia." Sannomiya Tsubaki choked with sobs, her nose twitching, her red lips parted and she took a deep breath, trying to suppress her churning heart.

"Chunzi, you're calling me deputy team leader..." The officer next to him said with a smile, "You're calling me the wrong person!"

"Yeah, now they should be called Director..." Another policewoman wiped her wet eyes excitedly, "We are now transferred to the Security Bureau with the Director, and are no longer in the Security Corps."

"Oh, yes... I'm sorry... Deputy Captain... Oh no... Director!!" Upon hearing this, Sannomiya Tsubaki hurriedly saluted again, wiped her tears, and said with a smile, "That's great! I'm so happy for everyone!"

"Your personality is still the same as before." Yingkong Kurumi smiled sweetly as she looked at her flustered look.

Yes.

Exactly the same as before.

Yingkong Kurumi couldn't help but recall many things from the past.

At that time...I was still a small deputy team leader, and I had to look at people's faces everywhere...

At that time....my master was still alive, and I would send him messages whenever I had anything to say...

At that time... Sensoji Temple was still her only home... Omori Masa always greeted her with a smile...

At that time...I hadn't met the man I loved yet...

Not a lot of time had passed, yet it seemed like many years had passed.

These memories are like yellowed photos with a corner cut off.

Deja vu.

"Tsubaki, you've become prettier and more confident..." Sakura Kurumi patted Sannomiya Tsubaki's face. "I didn't understand why you resigned before, and I didn't understand why you didn't contact us."

"But now seeing you like this, with a new life, I feel relieved and happy for you..."

"What you are doing now?"

"Reporting to the team... Director..." Sannomiya Tsubaki wiped the tears from her face with her hand and said with a smile: "I opened a bakery..."

"Oh? What's it called?" Yingkong Kurumi was not surprised: "When I saw so many baking books on your desk, I knew that this was what you really liked."

"It's called Fang...Fang Fang's bakery..." Sannomiya Tsubaki's face turned red.

"This name...hmm...next time I'll go to your shop and try the bread you make." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

"Ah... no... no... it's just that my shop is too small and there's no place to sit..." Sannomiya Tsubaki said hurriedly.

Yingsora Kurumi nodded indifferently and patted her shoulder.

She thought Sannomiya Tsubaki still wanted to live a life without being disturbed, so she didn't ask any further questions.

"Call me if you have anything to say. My phone number hasn't changed... I respect your desire to have your own life, but you can't always shoulder everything alone." Sakura Kurumi patted Sannomiya Tsubaki's face again:

"We used to be colleagues. Even though you left, we're still friends, okay?"

"Hi! Hall Manager." Sannomiya Tsubaki nodded repeatedly.

"Let's get busy first." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

Sannomiya Tsubaki wiped her tears and watched Sakura Kurumi walk away.

She hesitantly walked over to a policewoman and asked, "By the way, where's Fujino-kun? Why didn't I see him today?"

"Fujino? Who? Oh~~~him!! I haven't seen him for a long, long time..." The policewoman frowned: "If you hadn't mentioned him, I would have forgotten about him."

"Ah? When did it disappear?" Sannomiya Tsubaki said in surprise.

"I don't know. He seemed to have disappeared at the same time as you..." the policewoman replied, "I don't know if he resigned or had another assignment. He looked so lazy, maybe he was fired by the director."

Missing? Does Fang Zuojun have another mission?

Sannomiya Tsubaki looked at Sakura Kurumi who was questioning the police officer in the distance.

How could he be fired... Did they break up?

She bit her lower lip and thought for a long time.

But her longing for the other party made her grit her teeth and muster up the courage to walk over.

"Director, um...where is your boyfriend? Are you married?" asked Sannomiya Tsubaki.

"Huh?" Sakura Kurumi looked at Sannomiya Tsubaki strangely.

"That Fujino..."

"Oh... not yet..." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile, "He went on a business trip to America..."

"Is that so... How is your relationship?"

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"No...nothing, I'm just happy for you guys." Sangong Tsubaki bit her lower lip, feeling relieved. "Director, I'll be going back now. You should take good care of yourself and don't work overtime so often."

"Got it, you too. Remember to call me if you have anything." Yingkong Kurumi came forward and hugged Sannomiya Tsubaki: "Keep going, be happy, okay?"

"Hey! I will, Director!" Sannomiya Tsubaki nodded heavily, hugged Yingkong Kurumi with her backhand, turned around and left.

After greeting everyone one by one and leaving the crowd.

step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

He paused.

Breathing heavily.

Tears flowed down again unsatisfactorily.

It dripped down her fair face.

Now I have learned to be confident and cheerful.

He would be very happy if he knew.

I'd really like to know how he's doing.

But....

Listen to others say...

How can it compare to... He himself said...

No one noticed why the little figure left in disappointment.

Yingkong Kurumi listened to the report and looked at the corpse on the ground.

The same.

Another instant kill.

In this old community, the buildings are very close to each other.

In the silence of the night.

Everyone can hear any sound of fighting.

"Officer, we've checked all the nearby cameras," a police officer reported. "No suspicious individuals were detected."

Sakura Kurumi nodded to show that she understood.

Expected.

The murderer has a strong way of hiding.

We had looked for cameras at several previous crime scenes, but couldn't find any traces.

When did such a powerful person appear in Tokyo?

Suddenly, Yingkong Kurumi raised her head and looked into the distance.

Two slim figures walked over from the entrance of the alley.

"Why are you two together? Where are you going?" Sakura Kurumi looked at Kaedeka Ren and Hashimoto Yuna who were slowly approaching with a smile.

The two of them love to bicker so much, the sun rises from the west.

"Drink coffee."

"shopping."

Kaedeka Ren and Hashimoto Yuna each gave an answer.

Sakura Kurumi hasn't spoken yet.

The two looked at each other awkwardly:

"After drinking coffee, I went shopping."

"I bought some things and went for coffee."

Yingkong Kurumi looked strange: "Can't you just make sure your statements are correct before you start talking?"

"We drank coffee, then went shopping, and then drank coffee again." Feng Hualian said quickly.

"Yes, that's right." Hashimoto Yuna nodded: "I happened to have a day off today, and you weren't there when I came to see you, so I took her with me."

"I'm too lazy to ask you whether it's true or not." Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes and waved her hand.

"What's wrong? Is the case very difficult?" Feng Hualian stepped forward and quickly changed the subject.

"Well... the murderer was very powerful. All of them... no... all of the demons were killed in one strike." Yingkong Kurumi said with a serious face: "And no camera could capture him..."

Even that guy.

A large number of Shinto priests were killed, and even the descending gods were not spared.

But it still can't escape various high-speed cameras.

"Does he have a grudge against demons?" Hashimoto Yuna frowned and asked, "Or is it to collect demon cores..."

"Not only did they kill demon pills, they even killed demon souls..." Yingkong Hutao shook her head. "Not only that, they didn't care about the opponent's realm, size, good or evil, as long as they were demons, they would not let them go..."

"Several of them were registered with the Spiritual Dissent Association, legal citizens of the Tokyo metropolitan area, and had made considerable contributions. But they're all dead..."

"So we can completely rule out motives like vendetta and revenge..." Feng Hualian also felt that the situation was serious.

What criminals fear most is the absence of such motivation.

It shows that there is always someone else to be killed.

The two of them haven't said a few words yet.

"Director! Deputy Director!" A police officer trotted over, stood at attention, and saluted. "We just received news of another murder case. This time in downtown Shinjuku, the victim is a famous cartoonist."

"According to the information, he is also a legally registered Demon Spider Man. He was also killed by the murderer with a single strike, just like in the other murders."

"Afterwards, a violent explosion occurred not far away. Witnesses reported that a massive bolt of lightning fell from the sky, creating a bottomless pit in the street."

"Are there any casualties?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

"There should be. Two cars driving on the street at the time also fell in... The pit was too deep, and my colleagues didn't have time to get down. We don't know what's going on inside..."

"Tell them not to go down, seal off the scene, and report to the media that the street's subgrade was eroded by groundwater, causing the street to collapse." Yingkong Kurumi waved her hand. "Let's go and take a look. It's a rare opportunity for this murderer to finally meet his match. The environment has been destroyed..."

"I'm going too." Hashimoto Yuuna followed behind.

Yingkong Kurumi glanced at the silent Fenghualian.

Why aren't these two guys bickering today?

Inside Tokyo Airport.

Fang Zuo was still closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

"Sir, your flight has landed and you can board..." A female airport staff member came over and quietly reminded Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes, nodded, and stood up.

"This way, sir..." The female staff member bowed flatteringly and led the way.

She deliberately stretched her buttocks to make her trousers tight and swayed her waist.

Fang Zuo boarded the plane and was led into an exclusive private cabin by the flight attendant.

Knowing that this gentleman came from the Black Card VIP room, his smile instantly became more cordial.