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    any time...The police department looked blue and purple, and the muzzle of the pistol was


    aimed at the psychologist with the same extremely ugly face.Li Ang hid himself strictly behind the psychologist, and said indifferently:


    "If the death of Fushen Pingyuan’s family is the first to be discovered,Two neighbors who often visit Yihime Shrine and are most likely members of the


    organization,So their priority is not to inform the police of Sakayama City--Although the strength of the Yihime Shrine organization is very large, it has


    already penetrated all walks of life in Kayama City, including the nursing


    home, but if the police are directly brought in, there is still a risk of


    exposure.After all, the day of the celebration is coming soon, so you can''t afford to


    miss it.The best practice is to conceal the news of the death of the Fushen Pingyuan


    family and let the professionals in the organization solve it.At least, you have to find Shion Goemon who is scheduled to be a witch.For this reason, a real police department and psychologist can be sent over


    for interrogation..."The police department took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Chuansang,


    maybe your reasoning is correct. There is indeed an organization that worships


    the goddess Yi Ji hidden in this city, and it is they who caused the tragedy


    of the Fushen Pingyuan family.However, this is indeed the interrogation room of the Police Investigation


    Headquarters of Kayama Prefecture...""If this is really an interrogation room, then at this moment, gunmen would


    have rushed in and tried to subdue me."Li Ang smiled and said, "Unless, this is a secret stronghold organized by


    Yihime Shrine.The squatting outside is not a well-trained professional police officer.But two or three weak believers,Just kill them and you can go away..."Before the words fell, the police department''s face instantly tightened, and


    his fingers pulled the trigger without hesitation.The bullet spun out of the barrel, ripped the air, crossed the narrow wooden


    table, pierced the forehead of the psychologist, and ran along Li Ang''s hair


    with blood.The gunshot sounded dull and suppressed in the soundproof room. Li Ang pushed


    aside the psychiatrist''s body abruptly, bowed slightly, and slammed into the


    wooden table, pushing the table towards the police department.Boom!The middle-aged police department''s waist was hit hard by the corner of the


    wooden table, his body fell back, his arms raised uncontrollably.Taking advantage of this gap, Li Ang propped his hands on the table, jumped


    onto the table with the chair tied with his feet, and slid horizontally with


    his back against the table like a hip-hop dancer.The palm of the hand lightly picked up the pen belonging to the psychologist


    on the table,When the body was about to fall to the edge of the table, he pushed the pen


    nib into the eye socket of the police department without hesitation, past the


    entire pen tube.The police department twitched all over his body suddenly, was instantly


    pulled away from all his strength, and collapsed to the ground.Li Ang, who also fell to the ground, kicked over the wooden table, the table


    top facing the door,Grabbing the pistol in one hand, the other hand touched the handcuff keys hung


    on the waist by the police department.All this happened between the sparks and fire,The next second, the door of the interrogation room was brutally knocked open,


    and three men in casual clothes with pistols rushed into the room.However, what awaited them was three gunshots.The three men fell to the ground when the eyebrows of the three men were shot,


    and Li Ang squatted up after unfastening his shackles and let out a sigh of


    relief.In his mind, Wan Li Fengdao and Xing Hechou watched all this in silence. They


    were completely unable to intervene in the previous reasoning.Only Liu Wuzao can follow Li Ang''s thoughts and explain to them the true


    meaning of Fushen Pingyuan''s poem in his mind.Xing Hechou watched as he took off the body armor and jacket from the deceased


    with great skill and put it on himself, hesitatingly said, "Brother Li, now


    you are going to...""Find Goemon Shion."Li Ang glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling, and


    said calmly: "This abnormal incident has occurred because of this, and it


    should end because of this."He stood up, walked out of the wooden table, picked up a few pistols scattered


    on the ground, and pushed open the door of the interrogation room.This is a large, spacious and dark warehouse. There are no lights on, only a


    few rays of light penetrate through the gaps in the ceiling of the warehouse.Outside the warehouse, there was the sound of ocean waves, noise and people,


    machinery running, and the sound of vehicles.Looking back, the so-called "interrogation room" is actually a small


    soundproof room built in a warehouse.There was nothing behind the single-sided glass in the interrogation room,You can even see the thread of the "surveillance camera", hanging from the


    ceiling inside the room to the outside, connected to a laptop placed on a


    small wooden table in the warehouse."Ah."Li Ang shook his head, walked along to the computer, opened the warehouse


    door, pressed the car key that was turned over from a gunman, followed the


    sound of the horn, and got into the car.It is now 3:25 in the afternoon.————At 4:17 in the afternoon, there are offices on the top floor of the Sanatorium


    in Sakayama City where the bodies are guarded.The florid dean looked pale as paper, sitting on the chair tremblingly,


    looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with extreme fear, and said


    with a vibrato, "You...what have you done... ""Me? I cleaned up some rubbish."Li Ang smiled and replaced the pistol magazine, took off the outermost coat


    stained with blood, and picked up the suit that the dean had placed on the


    hanger.While putting it on, he said: "It''s also good luck, the celebration is coming


    soon.Those big figures who believe in Yihime Shrine are here to enjoy the ‘special


    service’ of the maiden servants,Just one pot end. "The dean’s face was ashamed, he knew exactly what terrifying energy those big


    men had.It was also clear that the opponent who didn''t even care about killing would


    never let him go.Although it is clear, but when things come, they are afraid of death.His dental crown kept shaking, his wrinkled face almost twisted into a ball,


    two lines of clear tears poured out of his eyes, pious and humble to the


    extreme, "Please, please, I don''t want to die...""Who would think about it."Li Ang shook his head and handed a bullet to his forehead.The gunfire rang, shaking the glass,Li Ang slowly flicked off the blood on the collar of his


    suit~~ turned and left the office, went to the aisle, and


    pushed the wheelchair.The man in the wheelchair looked a bit like Fushen Plain. It was Fushen


    Xiurai, but he always had a carefree and simple smile on his face.This cousin of Fushen Plain has long since turned into a foolish and docile


    ** because of frontal lobe resection surgery.The candidates who failed to run for the shrine maiden of Yihime Shrine will


    also be subjected to this kind of operation, as goddesses, to receive the


    nobles who visit the shrine.Of course, now those nobles and their bodyguards are lying peacefully in the


    basement, dying miserably and walking uneasy.The goddess were all transferred to another room by Li Ang.Li Ang pushed Fushen Shurai, who was smiling docilely, out of the sanatorium


    that smelled of blood, and took out his cell phone to make a call."Hello, TV TOKYO? I have a big news about Yihime Shrine in Kayama City... I


    will post the list and information in the mailbox later."