Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 212: The Legend of Ghost (Part 3)
This feeling is very subtle, just like when a nurse gives you an injection in the hospital, the pain is so slight that it seems hard to notice, but over time it can even become addictive. In medicine, this is called benign sadism, and many people get some pleasure from similar pain, such as chili peppers, which are not taste sensations but pain sensations, but have countless loyal fans.
Sakurai Kogure felt that she was stung by Xiyue, a little bit painful and a little bit itchy. Before she could come to her senses, Xiyue had already slipped down from the desk with a coquettish smile, leaving her with a sexy back and saying, "I want to play games." Sakurai Kogure touched the place where she was bitten with her fingertips. There was no saliva imprint or anything like that. The only trace was a faint bloodstain that only left a little color on the fingertips.
She didn't know that this action was very important to Xiyue. If it was just this action in many previous times, Sakurai Kogure would probably die. But this time was different. There are always some people in the world who are very special to another person. Sakurai Kogure is such a person to Xiyue. Xiyue would never want Sakurai Kogure to die like this. She is one of the few people in the Paradise Hall that Xiyue feels very happy to get along with. If you only have such a cool cat to accompany you, even if she scratches you, you probably won't abandon her easily.
Sakurai Kogure took Masakabe Hideki's arm and walked into room B431. The four walls here were covered with iron plates. There were naturally no windows in such a deep basement. The heavy blower was the only thing that could make the air flow here. The low whirring sound sent the wind pressure into the room, but it was still stuffy and made people breathless.
There was nothing furnished in the hut. There were four people sitting on four chairs. Their arms were tied behind their backs and they had sacks on their heads. Everyone was shivering. Under the influence of some kind of potion, they were unable to make any sound.
Sakurai Kogure opened the first sackcloth bag and said, "Fujita Jutaro, this is the director of the financial firm that provided you with the mortgage, an old man from the triad. Please confirm."
"It's him." Masahiro Hideki said hoarsely.
Sakurai Kogure revealed the second one: "Yamaguchi Satoshi, he planned the fake investment project, and you are his investor. He conspired with your friend Akamatsu Hideyuki. Yamaguchi Satoshi initiated the project, Akamatsu Hideyuki persuaded investors to defraud money, and then Yamaguchi Satoshi donated money and absconded. Although it seems that Akamatsu Hideyuki is also a victim, we investigated their bank accounts and found that Yamaguchi Satoshi would transfer some money to Akamatsu Hideyuki as dividends. There is no doubt that the two of them are accomplices. Please confirm."
Masahiro Hideki nodded.
Sakurai Kogure continued to walk towards the third chair: "Akamatsu Hideyuki, your wife's good friend. He claimed to be a child of an aristocratic family, but he was actually an underground boxer and a gigolo. He has always been involved with your wife, but you didn't know it. I want to add that we forced the baby in your wife's belly to be born and did a DNA test. It is indeed Akamatsu Hideyuki's. We erased it for you. Confirm it."
This is indeed a young and handsome man. Those who can make a living as a gigolo are not simple people. I am afraid that he must have a silver tongue to deceive the woman next door. No country in the world understands pornography better than Japan. The top gigolos even earn more than the top women.
"As for your wife, I have nothing to say. She is right here, and I'm sure you won't make a mistake." Sakurai Kogure opened the last sack. Sakurai Kogure treated this rare beauty with some preferential treatment. She was the only one who was blindfolded and mouthed. If he hadn't done this, this guy would have pleaded with tears to Makinaka Eiki. Sakurai Kogure didn't like this kind of melodrama. She herself was born to escape from a prison that was even more difficult than a melodrama, and she couldn't bear to see the same story.
"Then please enjoy the moment when your wish comes true." Sakurai Kogure walked to Mazanaka Hideki and snapped his fingers. The man in black outside the door pushed a cart in, greeted Mazanaka Hideki and Sakurai Kogure, closed the door again and left.
The cart was filled with tools that would scare people at first sight. In addition to common items such as pistols, daggers, hammers and axes, there were also electric saws that could cut trees, simple lawn mowers equipped with cutting teeth, hydraulic shears that could cut steel, masks soaked in chemical poisons, and so on. These should have been some kind of tools, but now they were neatly placed here. Some of the remaining blood stains on them had dried up for a long time and had not been treated, clearly telling their purpose.
This is a perfect one-stop service. On the board at the bottom of the cart are various quick-acting hemostatic drugs or medical surgical tools, as well as adrenaline, with instructions. Their existence is certainly not to save anyone, but to prolong the life of a specific person as much as possible after they have been hurt, so that the abuser can use more means to destroy them.
Death is often a relief from suffering for human beings. The ultimate pain is when both the spirit and the body are wiped out countless times before death. The first one to die among the four people would be the luckiest, because he would not have to endure more psychological torture than others before his death.
And the last one must be the most unlucky. The scenes of the first three people being harmed will make him suffer both physically and mentally and feel extremely terrified, just like in the most realistic movies. Masahiro Hideki's wife is the fourth person. Now, he has picked up the buzzing chainsaw, taken off his wife's blindfold, and walked towards Jutaro Fujita.
Sakurai Kogure left the room silently. The door was not soundproofed well. Before she had gone far, the wails of someone dying were heard from behind the door. The effects of the potions were slowly fading, and the screams of the victims would be the most pleasant accompaniment to Shinaka Eiki's venting of his anger.
"Enjoy it." Sakurai Kogure whispered. After everything is over, someone will send Makinaka Hideki away. Those killers who are ambushing in the mountains must have been waiting for a long time.
She had no intention of reminding Zhen Zhongyingshu. Even if she told him, it would be useless. Siyu's dream had been realized, and he had created far more value than he should have. He should pay for it. If it weren't for Xiyue, he might have lost his last hope in the ten minutes he sat down at the gambling table. Now these visions have been artificially extended to today. The dreamy days like the light cherry blossoms must come to an end.
The cell phone in his pocket rang. Sakurai Kogure looked down, took out the card and opened the only elevator in the basement that could only be opened by swiping a card. This elevator could lead to any floor of the Paradise Hall.
The elevator door stopped at the top floor, and Sakurai Kogure walked into the Japanese-style suite. She took off her shoes in the elevator and walked on the tatami without making any sound.
The floor of this top suite was covered with traditional tatami, the room was divided by simple white paper screens, and the windows were open, letting the moonlight in. There were some small tables next to the white wooden screens, and on the small tables was a white porcelain vase with a spring peach blossom that had not yet bloomed.
Xiyue knelt in front of the small table, and Sakurai Kogure walked up to kneel with her. At this time, the figure behind the small table slowly turned around, with long, shiny hair falling like a waterfall, wearing a white furisode kimono, gently waving a folding fan in her hand, and her charming face was as bright as a spring peach.
"What a wonderful night, wine, beauty, gold and decadence, I smell the scent of decadence."
This is a man's voice. Anyone who sees this scene for the first time will doubt whether they heard it wrongly. There shouldn't be men more beautiful than women in this world. That only exists in comics and novels. But the guy in front of him is really more beautiful than Sakurai Kogure and Xiyue under that makeup. There is no doubt that if the three of them appear in the lobby of Gokurakukan at the same time, the person the men invite to drink will become this man.
His flower name is Kazama Ruri. No one has ever seen him in Gokurakukan. Many people think that Gokurakukan is under the control of Sakurai Kogure and Shiozuki, but they are actually just part-time workers, and their boss behind the scenes is Kazama Ruri.
"The spy sent a message. Yesterday, all the cadres of the Eight Snake Families gathered at the shrine for a meeting. The content of the meeting was that the Eight Snake Families were going to launch a reckoning war against us fierce ghosts." Feng Jian Liuli opened his folding fan, and his bright eyes were hidden behind it. He said earth-shattering news, but he himself did not seem to be afraid of the upcoming war at all. He even had a long-awaited smile with curved eyes. "In addition, Kassel Academy also sent their ace combination to Tokyo to cooperate with the Eight Snake Families. With such large actions going on at the same time, I think they are going to take action against the Divine Burial House."
Sakurai Kogure's eyes jumped: "Is the news true?"
"The information sent by the king cannot be wrong."
The demon group uses Japanese shogi to refer to social status and class. Ruri Kazama is the second-in-command, the Dragon King, and above him is a King General. Xiyue and Sakurai Kogure are both Ryoma, and they directly obey Ruri Kazama, the Dragon King.
Fengjian Liuli put the three photos on the small table. In just two days, these three promotional photos spread all over Japan. The domineering nobleman, the twilight beauty, the eternally burning pupil master, I wonder what kind of expressions the aces of Kassel would have if they were lucky enough to know that their beautiful photos were valued so much by the Japanese.
Xiyue saw the most familiar person in the three photos at a glance, and couldn't help but chuckle for a moment.
"Do you also think they are interesting?" Fengjian Liuli smiled faintly, her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. It was hard to believe that this was the look in a man's eyes.
"I haven't seen them, but the wonderfulness of these three photos... It's hard not to laugh." Xiyue said frankly. In the Chicago Opera House incident, she only saw Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, both of whom left a deep impression on her. As for Caesar Gattuso, who is also known as the trump card of Kassel, Xiyue could only take a few more glances. As a result, no matter what style these three people have, they make her laugh. As a person involved, she knows very well how much artistic processing is involved, so she couldn't help laughing.
"I think these people are very interesting! I like them very much!" Fengjian Liuli gently stroked the faces in the photos with her white fingers, and her smile bloomed like a flower. "Japan has been suppressed for too long. Everyone seems to be fixed in their proper position, whether it's us or the Eight Snake Families. It's rare for Kassel Academy to reach out to Japan. They are known as the trump cards and may change the current situation."
"Yes, Kassel Academy actually sent the heir of the Gattuso family to Japan. This lineup is really exciting." Sakurai Kogure said. The Demon Clan escaped from the Snake Eight Families, so their intelligence network is naturally not worse than theirs. Gattuso's name will also be well-known in Japan.
"No, I'm not talking about Caesar Gattuso, but Lu Mingfei!" The man stared at the fiery enchantress's face, as if a twenty-year-old drunkard was intoxicated by the sweetness of fine wine. "She is clearly a cat-like girl, but she uses such a gorgeous appearance to disguise herself. I really want to tear off her mask with my own hands!"
Sakurai Kogure and Xiyue looked at each other silently. Both of them knew what was going on and looked helpless.
Kazama Ruri is not an unknown person in the outside world. This nickname is well known to all girls in Japan. He is known as the number one gigolo, the throne, and the supreme.
In the ranking list of the Gigolos Association, Kazama Ruri has been number one for six consecutive years. No one knows where he works, and his whereabouts are erratic. With his makeup skills, he can hide in the crowd at any time. As the second in command of the Ghost Clan, the time he spends sitting in the Paradise Pavilion is probably not as much as the time he spends traveling around Japan and opening his heart to beautiful girls.
Of course, such a person would immediately fall in love with the only beautiful girl in the three photos. Sakurai Kogure and Xiyue once thought that Kazama Ruri was a loner, and only laughed and joked with girls he met by chance. But this guy is a man who is more beautiful than a woman, with a poetic and picturesque heart. Anyone who sees his current expression will not think he is that kind of person.
If Caesar had the good fortune to know about such a person, he would have slapped his thigh and said, "Isn't this a playboy?" The Japanese just like to do some tricks, and they still brag about being the best gigolo!
But Fengjian Liuli really just appreciates the beauty of girls and is happy to enjoy the feeling of being with them, which is completely different from being with men. It is the bluebird, the flying fish, the thrush, the love poems, and the girls who are as soft as the gurgling water are what he pursues.
Feng Jianli stood up and raised the scarlet scabbard from the knife rack: "I'm going to Tokyo to try to meet these people. I'll leave the housekeeping to you."
"Understood!" Sakurai Kogure and Xiyue lowered their heads at the same time. When they raised their eyes again, Fengjian Ruri had already jumped out of the window and merged into the pure white moonlight.
