Port Mafia cadres follow up online

"Kill them!"

In the dark warehouse, big men in black suits confronted groups in cloaks.

Sandwiched between the two sides, Tsujino Ruzuru rolled and crawled to the corner of the wall, and a metal bullet grazed her cheek and shot into the wall.

"Alas!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bullet with lingering smoke, and her body trembled instinctively when she faced the threat of death. The bullet should have directly collapsed her celestial cap, but then turned a corner and entered the wall.

The red-haired woman not far away glanced at her, took out a piece of paper from her arms, and mouthed to her: Bliss Teaching.

Tsujino Ruzuru couldn't help wiping away bitter tears. Being spotted by a mafia beauty is the beginning of love in comics, but in reality, she just wants to say——

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Why did Ruzuru Tsujino, a young girl from the bottom class, know Momiji Ozaki, a mafia cadre?

This starts with Tsujino staying in bed in the morning.

Tsujino Rutsuru, who stayed up late, stuffed the notebook into the bag in a panic, not noticing that the edge of the strap of the cloth bag was broken, and the frame was only a little bit off.

The wage earner, who was meditating not to be late, collided head-on with the mafia car with cadres. Everyone was fine. Tsujino Tsururu rolled on the ground and immediately got up. The shell notebook flew, and the paper floated into the arms of the little girl in the red kimono.

Tsujino Rutsuru, who had an accident on the way to work, was sweating coldly, and his mind was seized by the fact that he was late and his salary was deducted, so he quickly bowed to the car and apologized.

Koyo Ozaki let go of the hand that was wearing the goggle, glanced at her indifferently, and found that she was wearing an eye patch over her left eye, and her left leg was also limping.

There was a pause at the throat, Ozaki Koyo ordered the driver to continue driving.

"Huh, luckily it wasn't found."

When he was hit just now, he subconsciously used breathing techniques, and almost did a backflip on the spot before being caught.

"It's almost eight o'clock?! Time flies so fast?!"

Realizing that being late was a foregone conclusion, Tsujino Liuhe hugged his hair and screamed, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call the store manager: "The store manager is sorry! I—"

Store Manager: "Liuhe? What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Tsujino Rutsuru said in shame: "I'm sorry, I overslept and couldn't clock in for work on time today."

"..."

"Liu He," she heard the voice of the store manager on the other end of the phone, "today is Sunday, so I don't go to work."

"Eh--?!"

In a secluded corner of the cafe, Tsujino Rutsuru sat facing two plainclothes policemen.

The middle-aged man on the right, about forty, has a serious demeanor, frowning and looking at the picture on the paper; the young man on the left is more easy-going, with a positive look, trying to make Tsujino Rutsuru relax.

"Thank you, Ms. Tsujino, for cooperating with us in handling the case. May I ask if this is the setting of the novel "Dazheng Odd Records"?" He curiously flipped through a piece of paper and asked casually.

The words on the paper are all lumps and there is no structure, but fortunately, the handwriting is neat and neat, and the messy draft has become casual and natural.

Tsujino Rutsuru nodded guiltily: "It's sort of."

After obtaining her consent, the young policeman turned the notebook to the page that caught his attention.On it is a stick figure of a man wearing a lotus crown, with his name "Tong Mo" written next to it, and his occupation is "Teacher of Eternal Bliss Sect" and his blood ghost technique.

The middle-aged policeman turned on his computer and searched for "Dazheng Wenlu", and the young policeman turned his head to watch it together.

Tsujino Rutsuru looked out of the glass window boredly. A black car stopped at the intersection where she was hit before. A red-haired beauty in a kimono and short boots got out of the car. She seemed to be looking for someone. After waiting for a while, she called Make a phone call and drive away.

The young lady who is as red as maple fire, she can do it!

Rutsuru Tsujino, who has learned a lot of terms by surfing the Internet recently, silently praised him in his heart.

The most suitable search results popped up on the webpage, and I clicked on the website called Xingduguan Electronic Novel Network. The article was only seven short chapters, and the [-] words were quickly read.

The Wanshi Bliss Sect in the book appears to be a certain branch of Buddhism, but it is actually a cult that kills/eats/people.The words praising his appearance and the unity and enthusiasm of the Eternal Bliss Cult are gorgeous and beautiful, but the picture described is very bloody, which makes readers feel as if the snake letter is hissing in the ears, and the contrast is more prominent. The madness of believers.

The young policeman couldn't help praising: "You write very well! The writing is beautiful, and the plot is also very exciting." He recounted a few short paragraphs in the article as examples for praise.

Tsujino Rutsuru, who was sitting opposite him, smiled politely: "Thank you for the compliment, I'm still a long way off, I have to keep working hard."

The young policeman, who used his praise to get closer, quickly pretended to be casual and asked her: "May I ask, is the source of inspiration for this Wanshi Bliss Cult [Xitian Bliss Cult] that was very popular in Yokohama before?"

"what?"

What?What?

Tsujino Tsururu replied blankly: "Sorry, I'm not interested in real religion, let alone pay attention to their activities." Rather, she avoided religion.

"Why did you ask me this?" She was a little puzzled. She accepted the police's questioning because she was asked by the savior and Yosano Akiko, and once she emphasized with Yosano Akiko that she could terminate the conversation at any time if she felt uncomfortable.

But Yosano Akiko also hinted that she had a good talk with the two policemen, which would be beneficial to her.

Strange request.

The reason for writing Tongmo and Wanshi Bliss is because many of the plots in "Dazheng Weiwenlu" are things that she has personally experienced. She slightly adapted those unimaginable pasts and wrote them into fantasy stories.

But these can’t be said, so she just shook her head and said vaguely: “I have encountered bad things when I was studying in the United States, and I usually don’t like to contact religious people.”

"Really? I thought you knew," the middle-aged policeman looked straight at him with sword-like eyes, as if he wanted to see her heart clearly, "The Xitian Bliss Sect is a new religious group, which has become very popular among young girls recently. "

"The name and posters of this sect are very similar to the description in Ms. Tsujino's novel, and the leader of the Xitian Bliss Sect is also called Tong Mo."

"What?!" Hearing that there was a cult/religion/religion/leader named Tong Mo in reality, Tsujino Ruzuru almost had a cardiac arrest, and a burning pain came from the left eye that no longer existed under the blindfold.

At this time, there was a majestic aura coming from her, like a battle-tested swordsman, with murderous eyes, and the aura around this table suddenly became serious.

She hurriedly asked, "What does he look like?"

Cold sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead, the young policeman couldn't speak, the middle-aged policeman was better, he had handled many bloody cases for many years, and Tsujino Rutsuru's fighting spirit was not aimed at them, he swallowed a few times and replied.

"A young man with black hair and black eyes, of medium height."

The ear-piercing sound of the car beeping outside the window brought her back to her sanity and dispelled the phantom pain.

The tense posture suddenly relaxed, and the momentum leaked out like a swordsman when he pushed out the white blade disappeared. Tsujino Ruzuru turned back into a harmless ordinary girl and smiled at them.

"Feel sorry."

Tsujino Ruzuru knew that she had overreacted, but the answer to this question was too important, to the extent that she would risk her life for the rest of her life.

The two policemen looked at each other: she really knew something!

"Please help us." The middle-aged policeman didn't know what to think, changed his tone, and signaled his disciples to call out the photos that should have been kept secret from her.

The content of the photo is shocking. The woman's body was randomly thrown in a dark alley corner, with a big hole in the heart, and the blood-soaked clothes couldn't see the original appearance.

At the base of the wall in the corner of the alley, an ice lotus bloomed quietly, Tsujino Rutsutsu's eyebrows jumped twice, and the image of the colorful man in his memory salivating blood and the woman falling to the ground at his feet overlapped with the photo.

"Is this a copycat crime against my novel?"

Tsujino Tsuru's throat was dry.

The middle-aged policeman shook his head and denied her statement: "The suspect was identified as a serial murderer a year ago, escaped when he was sent to the court, and then escaped into Yokohama."

Tsujino Ruzuru said strangely: "It's summer now. Even if the temperature drops at night, ordinary ice will melt if left outside for a while. This ice lotus flower has clear edges and shows no signs of collapsing at all. Is it a crime committed by a supernatural person?"

"Yes, the suspect Yamato Hideaki has a high IQ, but he has no supernatural powers."

"According to the investigation of the trace inspection department, there are two crime scenes, one master and one slave. We suspect that Yamato Hideaki is the leader of the emerging group [Xitian Bliss Sect], and the person with freezing ability is his subordinate, or Said one of the believers."

When it comes to human life, Tsujino Rutsuru discards the part that cannot be said and will not be believed, and seriously explains Tong Mo's character and style of doing things to them.

When the young policeman asked if she could take a photo, she nodded generously, and then left her contact information, and the three parted ways.

Entering the car with instant bread, the young policeman couldn't wait to ask his master: "Senior, didn't you say that the author who wrote Tongmo may be an accomplice of Yamato Hideaki, there is no need to waste time playing house, please go directly to the police station. Is it enough? Also, Ms. Tsujino was obviously not right just now, why didn't you grasp this point and continue to ask?"

The middle-aged policeman took a cigarette in his mouth and praised him first: "You have good eyesight, you know when to shut up." He had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it just now, and took notes calmly.

The young policeman laughed.

"But it's still a little too tender."

"The look in her eyes when she heard the word 'Tong Mo'," said the middle-aged policeman, remembering that it was in the car, and took down the cigarette. "It's exactly the same as our eyes when we look at Yamato Hideaki."

Cold, disgusted, wishing he would die.

As for that aura, the middle-aged policeman scratched his head: "When I was young, I studied in a dojo named Purgatory, and Ms. Tsujino's aura is very similar to that of the dojo master." Possibly, the master of Purgatory Dojo is a national swordsman, and Ms. Tsujino is only so young, and she is so thin.

"Anyway, those who have that kind of momentum will not be bad guys."

"...Senior, your statement is so superstitious."

When Tsujino Ruzuru woke up again, gunshots filled her ears, and she found herself tragically in the middle of an exchange of fire, trying to huddle herself to avoid disaster.

Relying on the strong nerves and physical fitness that Taizheng had trained, Tsujino Ruzuru squatted down and moved to the back of the container with duck steps to reduce the risk of being shot/hit.

Before he could catch his breath, the phone that hadn't been taken away vibrated violently, and text messages popped up one after another.

[Look around for containers with yellow marks in the lower right corner. ]

[Follow the direction of the arrow. ]

[There is a small door at the end of the walk, open it, and Kunikida will meet you. ]

[Bring your hardcover notebook. ]

The avatar of the sender is a pattern of crossed scalpels and syringes.