Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 186 Uesugi Eriyi (two in one, please subscribe!)

Tokyo, The Peninsula Hotel.

This is one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo and even in Japan. It is located in the Marunouchi business district, across the street from the Kyoto Imperial Garden, and only a few minutes away from the Ginza shopping mall. The presidential suite on the top floor is even more gorgeous.

Half of Caesar's body was immersed in the bathtub, and the water temperature was 39 degrees Celsius, which is the most suitable for the human body.The decoration style of his room is gorgeous Nordic style. The velvet carpet covers every corner of the room. Looking up, you can see the chandelier inlaid with crystals reflecting colorful light. There are all kinds of champagne and red wine in the wine cabinet. The lotus mist from Taiwan, the golden mango from Thailand and the famous lychee "hanging green" airlifted from southern China are in full bloom.

From the moment they stepped into the hotel, the waitresses in cheongsams with high slits and tight cheongsams waited early, and greeted them along the road. They bowed deeply to reveal their white chests. Waiting at the end of the line was the general manager of the hotel. He happily shook hands with the three Caesars one by one, as solemn as a leader's presence ceremony.He confessed that the chef would be on standby for the three of Caesar 24 hours a day, and that he could ask for breakfast or supper at any time, and the meal would be delivered to each person's bedroom within 10 minutes.

Ordinary people will of course feel that this is heaven when they come here, and they don't want to leave after they come here.But in fact, since Caesar submerged in the bathtub, he has been thinking about why the Japanese branch treats them so preferentially. They are obviously a group of perverts who like to abuse others, but the services they arrange are even the young master of the Gattuso family. Can't fault it.

Of course he wanted to show his confidence and elegance in front of Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why.It's just that such a perfect arrangement seems familiar, like a... a cage inlaid with gold wire?

Caesar shook his head slightly, he didn't want to think about it now.He picked up the wine glass and drank the clear wine, then took out his phone and opened the inbox... Still no reply from Nuonuo.

It has been a long time, and he has not been able to contact Nuonuo, and the girl who is clearly engaged has disappeared for no reason... like a bride who ran away from a wedding.

But he didn't believe that Nuonuo would run away, because she had already promised him.Everything about that eccentric girl is unpredictable, but she is the only one who has always followed through on what she promised with iron-like stubbornness.

Caesar inquired about her status in the Norma system as usual, and everything was normal, which meant that the girl was still fine.

……

"So, are you under surveillance?" There was a playful female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, there are more than 24 security guards in the corridor on the top floor of the hotel, patrolling [-] hours a day, and there are even more security guards at the hotel gate. They change shifts every two hours, and there is no interval between shifts. This obviously does not conform to the operating order of a regular hotel." Chu Zihang sat by the window and said into the phone, "And when I came up, I noticed that there are especially many surveillance cameras on this floor."

"Ah!" The girl exclaimed, "Then you've been watched all over the shower? They won't post the video online, will they? Will they threaten you with this?"

The corner of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched, "The bathroom is safe."

"What a pity!" The girl said in a rather regretful tone, "I was thinking that if you are photographed, can I ask them to buy a copy? It can threaten you, and you can look it up and appreciate it when you are bored. How great!"

Chu Zihang was at a loss for words.Sure enough, even if the relationship between the two went further, Xia Mi... was still the same Xia Mi.

"Then you and Brother Mingfei sleep in the same room?" Xia Mi asked.

"No, the Japanese branch is very thoughtful. Our suite has three bedrooms, and the styles are designed according to our own preferences." Chu Zihang said, "Caesar has a Nordic style, and my bedroom is full of log furniture. In Lu Mingfei’s room, as long as the TV is turned on, classic TV dramas such as "Tokyo Love Story" and new Japanese comics with Chinese subtitles are available. In addition, there is a large-screen computer with top-level configuration and super high speed internet. "

"Sounds great, with a house like this, I can never go out for the rest of my life!" Xia Mi shouted excitedly, "Aren't you satisfied with this?"

"It's not dissatisfaction, but it's too exaggerated. The Japanese branch is notoriously difficult to get along with. They have no reason to treat us so preferentially." Chu Zihang said, "But if we talk about preferential treatment, why use exaggerated police force and monitoring ?”

"You mean... this is a 'Hongmen Banquet'?" Xia Mi asked.

"'Hongmen Banquet' is not accurate either. They just dropped us off at the hotel and left without explaining anything. They didn't say a word about the mission, but the hotel's arrangement was so grand, it seemed like a flattery, but also It's like surveillance." Chu Zihang said, "I feel that the Japanese branch is more like trying to trap us here."

"Trap you?" Xia Mi whispered, "If you are trapped...what benefits will they get?"

"I don't know." Chu Zihang said, "But it seems that they don't want us to leave. The Japanese branch has always been mysterious. They don't let us move freely in Japan. There must be something they don't want us to see."

"Then just stay at ease. Anyway, you have nothing to worry about now...Damn it! The more you think about it, the angrier you get. You are not on a business trip, you are clearly going to have fun!"

"But……"

"Don't be so, the ancients said that if you come, you will be safe... Ah, my TV series is on the air, so I won't tell you now, remember to go to bed on time, and drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed." The girl confessed sweetly ,"Good night."

"Good night." Chu Zihang also said softly.

The phone hangs up.It was raining outside the window, and the patter seemed endless, but this time Chu Zihang did not stare at the rain screen in a daze, but looked down at the words "17 minutes and 21 seconds", "13 minutes and 14 seconds", "38 minutes" on the screen of the phone. minutes and 38 seconds"...the records show that today, yesterday and the day before yesterday...the same girl called at random times every day, chatting with each other.

Maybe he was excitedly introducing what treasure TV series he found today, maybe he was sighing and complaining that he would have another day of class tomorrow, so he wanted to skip school... Even ordinary topics can be interestingly chatted by girls, Chu Zihang also Never get bored by girls nagging again.

So and so, day after day, never absent.

……

At this moment in Lu Mingfei's bedroom.

On the big 65-inch TV screen, "Tokyo Love Story" is playing the beginning of the story. Wanji came to Tokyo from Ehime Prefecture with anxiety, and was about to meet Li Xiang at the airport for the first time, and the sweet smile of the girl... the sound of the TV It is turned to the maximum and echoes in every corner of the house. The emotions of the characters in the play seem to seep into reality through the screen.

The computer screen was turned on, and it was the interstellar interface. Jay Chou’s songs were played randomly in the music list, or cheerful or sad melodies were humming softly in the earphones, but on the soft gaming chair in front of the table were only those in maid outfits. Mikuru Asahina, a big pillow as tall as a person.

The shower nozzle in the bathroom was slowly pouring water out, and there was no one in the huge bathroom.

Lu Mingfei disappeared from the room at some point, he disappeared in the bustling Tokyo, and in this endless rainy night.The small peninsula hotel can't trap a man who comes for love. Before meeting his girl, he at least wants to see the city where she lives, in the high-rise buildings, in the streets and alleys, in this The land where destiny is intertwined leaves traces that belong to him.

……

At the same time, in the mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo, the slender branches of the cherry trees were bent by the night wind, sending out petals like snow.In the swirling pink and white cherry snow, thousands of men in black with short knives in white sheaths at their waists bowed deeply three times in front of the stone steps, and then lined up in the aisle, watching the seven figures in kimonos walking in front of them Pass until you pass through the dilapidated torii.

Among the seven people, the men wore black patterned haori, while the women wore traditional black sleeves, and their feet were more solemn white socks and clogs.Their expressions were so solemn that they seemed to be attending a funeral, and their clogs stepped on the road covered with cherry blossoms, like a pink and white river.

The red paint on the torii has long since peeled off, and the scorched burn marks make the red and black wood-colored pillars look even more dilapidated. There are clusters of blood stains on the stone walls that cannot be washed away by years of rain. Spreading to the deep stone crevices, it is a history that has been deliberately preserved and remembered. It has always maintained its original appearance, and no one dares to erase it.

"The evening wind blows the mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds hangs low. It looks like the mountain and rain are about to come and the wind fills the building." Standing in front of them is an old man with silver-white hair, who bent down to invite three sticks of incense, The crowd like a black tide behind him bent down and bowed deeply. The cigarettes were scattered in the heavy rain, and no one dared to look up when the old man couldn't get up.

Because the old man is the current head of the Tachibana family and the current head of the Sheqiba family, Tachibana Masamune.

Further forward is the main hall of the shrine. Compared with the torii gate, the classical building does not have any sense of dilapidation, and it seems that it has been carefully renovated every year.Every inch of the vermilion stone wall is engraved with the atmosphere of history, and the years have peeled off traces of weathering on the wall.

Nearly a hundred black cars surrounded the mountain pass of the shrine, and thugs in black suits stood guard around them, with submachine guns or katanas pinned to their waists. The knives were deadly weapons, and the guns were filled with genuine ammunition. .Their sinister eyes swept in all directions, staring at every dark place except the shrine.

Now is the internal meeting time of the Snake Eight Family. Except for family members, no one is allowed to approach this shrine, and everyone who comes will die.

After the first seven people enter the main hall, the personal followers can slowly catch up, and after that are the subordinates of various families.Pieces of black umbrellas were placed in the courtyard in front of the main hall, like huge dark clouds covering the ground.The crowd was as dense as a flock of black crows, but there was no incident of pushing or jostling, and they were even extremely silent.They followed their patriarchs in an orderly manner, not like gangster families who ruled violently, but more like well-trained troops.

The outer wall of the main hall is a rough stone wall, but the inner wall is full of colorful ukiyo-e, which is extremely gorgeous and shocking.Ghosts, gods and demons seem to be enlivened in the painting, with black fire burning on their bodies, crimson light shining in their eyes, stepping on the clouds and flames high above, as if gazing at the world from the painting.

The heads of the family stepped on the dark tatami mats and sat down familiarly according to their respective positions. There were shochu and exquisite snacks on the table in front of them, but no one moved. White-haired old man.Hundreds of men and women in black bowed their heads and knelt behind their patriarch. They were very clear about their position in this huge family, because everyone had one of the eight surnames in front of their names, and no one could kneel wrong. .

There are eight small tables in front of the big curtain of the main hall, on which eight different long knives are enshrined, and the handles of the knives are engraved with eight different family crests in gold.There are sixteen-petalled chrysanthemums from the Tachibana family, gentian from the Yuan family, bamboo and sparrow from the Uesugi family, red ghosts from the Inuyama family, spiders from the Fuma family, horse heads from the Ryoma family, phoenix from the Sakurai family, and phoenix from the Miyamoto family. Yaksha.The patriarchs of the eight surnames will all attend this family meeting, and only the patriarch of the Yuan family has not yet been present.

The scene was extremely solemn and quiet, and the sound of breathing was suppressed as much as possible. This is the shrine passed down from generation to generation by the Snake Eight Family. The souls of the ancestors sleep here, standing in the underworld and staring at the world.No one would make an inappropriate noise on such a solemn occasion... except for a girl... to be precise, the head of the Uesugi family.

If there are outsiders present, they will be surprised to find that the owners in the front row are all middle-aged or old people with black and white hair, but the Uesugi family is actually a young girl...it is too young, unlike those old people who have gone through vicissitudes. out of place.

The girl's face was covered by a black veil, and she was actually wearing a black patterned haori that only men would wear, but the loose clothes could not cover her slim figure.The slender shoulders of the kimono droop naturally, and the girl's plump and graceful lines are vaguely outlined, which is the beautiful figure that only young girls have.

She has a pair of bright eyes, like a bright crimson treasure, and wine red hair is spread behind her waist. If the black haori is replaced by a red and white Taoist uniform, the girl looks like an ancient shrine maiden in Japan.The girl has a beautiful figure, which makes people yearn for what kind of beauty is hidden under her mysterious black veil.

At this time, only Patriarch Uesugi's gaze did not stay on Masamune Tachibana, the head of the family, who was staring at the table.

"In fact, everyone can become light by their own strength!"

The sound of familiar lines echoed in the lobby of the main hall. It was the classic line of "Ultraman Tiga". It was played from the inside and outside of the tablet under the table of the head of the Uesugi family, and the volume was turned on at the maximum.

At first, she still sat behind her desk in a well-behaved manner, just like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to speak in class.But she was the first batch to enter the venue, and she just sat down behind the elders. The meeting of the family shrine required too much preparation, and it took a long time to hold it. She was a little bored waiting.

It seems that in her opinion, it is better to take the opportunity to watch an episode of TV that she has been thinking about instead of waiting in vain. As for whether the ancestors under the underworld will be so angry that they will come back to life... This is not in her scope of consideration.

(End of this chapter)