Chapter 186 Uesugi Eriyi (Two in One, Please Subscribe!)

Peninsula Hotel, Tokyo.

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

Half of Caesar's body was immersed in the bathtub. 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, with velvet carpets covering every corner of the room. When you look up, you can see the crystal-embedded chandelier reflecting colorful light. There are all kinds of champagne and red wine in the wine cabinet, and there is a fruit plate. It contains lotus mist from Taiwan, golden mangoes from Thailand, and "hanginglv" lychee, a famous variety flown from southern China.

From the moment they stepped into the hotel, waitresses wearing tight-fitting cheongsams with high slits were waiting for them. They greeted each other in the aisles. They bowed deeply to reveal the looming whiteness of their 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 solemnly as a leader's arrival ceremony. He told the chef that the chef would be on call for the three Caesars 24 hours a day. Whether they wanted breakfast or supper, they could ask at any time and the meals would be delivered to everyone's bedroom within ten minutes.

Ordinary people will of course think this is paradise when they come here, and they won’t want to leave once they come here. But in fact, ever since Caesar submerged in the water in the bathtub, he has been thinking about why the Japanese branch treated them so favorably. They are obviously a group of perverts who like to torture people, but the services they arranged were even worse for him, the young master of the Gattuso family. Can't be picky.

Of course he had to show confidence and elegance in front of Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, but he always felt that something was slightly wrong, but he couldn't explain why. I just feel that such a perfect arrangement seems familiar, like a... cage with gold wire?

Caesar shook his head slightly, he didn't want to think about this now. He held up the wine glass and drank the clear wine in one gulp, then took out his phone and opened his inbox... Still no reply from Nono.

It had been a long time since he had been able to contact Nuonuo. The girl who was apparently engaged disappeared for no reason... just like a bride who ran away from a wedding.

But he didn't believe that Nono would run away because she had promised him. Everything about that quirky girl is unpredictable, but she is the only one who has always been stubborn about what she promised.

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

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

"Yes, there are more than twenty security guards in the corridor on the top floor of the hotel, patrolling 24 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 is obviously not in line with the business 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 particularly many surveillance cameras on this floor."

"Ah!" the girl exclaimed, "Then you were watched all the time while taking a shower? They wouldn't post the video online, would they? Could they use this to threaten you?"

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

"What a pity!" The girl said in a very regretful tone, "I was also thinking that if you were photographed, you could buy a copy from them. It can not only threaten you, but you can also turn it out and enjoy it when you are bored. How great!"

Chu Zihang was speechless. Sure enough, even if the relationship between the two has progressed, Xia Mi... is still the same Xia Mi.

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

"No, the Japanese branch has made very thoughtful arrangements. Our suite has three bedrooms, and the styles are designed according to our respective preferences." Chu Zihang said, "Caesar is in Nordic style, and my bedroom is full of log furniture. In Lu Mingfei's room, as long as you turn on the TV, there will be classic TV series such as "Tokyo Love Story" and new Japanese comics with Chinese subtitles. In addition, there is a large-screen computer, top-notch configuration and ultra-high Internet speed. "

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

"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 saying anything. They didn't mention anything about the mission. However, the arrangements in the hotel were so grand. It seemed like they were trying to please us. It's like surveillance." Chu Zihang said, "I feel like the Japanese branch wants to trap us here."

"Trapped you?" Xia Mi whispered, "If I trap you... what benefits can they gain?"

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

"Then just stay calm. Anyway, you don't have to worry about food and clothing now... Damn it! The more I think about it, the angrier I get. You are not on a business trip. You are clearly going to have fun!"

"But……"

"Don't worry, the ancients said that when you come, you will be at ease... Ah, my TV series has started. I won't tell you anymore. Remember to go to bed on time and drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed." The girl sweetly confessed. ,"Good night."

"Good night." Chu Zihang also said softly.

The phone was hung up. It was raining outside the window, and the patter seemed to have no beginning and no end. But Chu Zihang did not stare at the rain curtain this time, but looked down at the words "17 minutes and 21 seconds", "13 minutes and 14 seconds", "38" on the screen of his mobile phone. Minutes and 38 seconds" call duration... The record shows today, yesterday and the day before yesterday... The same girl calls at random times every day, chatting all the time.

Maybe he was excitedly introducing what treasure TV series he had dug up today, maybe he was sighing and complaining that he had another day of class tomorrow and wanted to skip school... Even ordinary topics can be made interesting by girls, and Chu Zihang also Never get tired of girls nagging again.

So and so, day after day, never absent.

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At this moment in Lu Mingfei's bedroom.

On the 65-inch TV screen, "Tokyo Love Story" is playing the beginning of the story. An uneasy Kanji comes to Tokyo from Ehime Prefecture and is about to meet Rika for the first time at the airport, and the girl's sweet smile... the sound of the TV Turned up to the maximum, it echoes in every corner of the house. The joys, sorrows and joys of the characters in the play seem to penetrate through the screen into reality.

The computer screen is open, showing an interstellar interface. Jay Chou's songs are randomly playing in the music list, and cheerful or sad melodies are humming softly in the headphones. However, on the soft gaming chair in front of the table, there are only songs in maid outfits. Asahina Mikuru, a big pillow as tall as a person.

The shower head in the bathroom was slowly discharging water, and there was no one in the huge bathroom.

Lu Mingfei disappeared from the room at some point. He disappeared into the bustling Tokyo and into this endless rainy night. The small Peninsula Hotel cannot 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 fate is intertwined leaves his mark.

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At the same time, in the mountains outside Tokyo, the slender branches of 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 wore short swords with white sheaths on their waists. They bowed deeply three times in front of the stone steps, and then lined up in the aisles, watching seven figures wearing kimonos walking in front of them. Pass until you pass through the dilapidated torii gate.

Among the seven people, the men wore black patterned haori, while the women wore traditional black futuri sleeves, with more solemn white socks and clogs at their feet. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were attending a funeral, and their clogs walked across the road covered with cherry blossoms, like flowing through a pink-white river.

The red paint on the torii has almost peeled off a long time ago, and the charred burn marks make the red and black wooden pillars look even more dilapidated. The stone wall is soaked with clusters of blood stains that cannot be washed away by years of rain. From the outer wall Spreading into the deep stone crevices, it is history that has been deliberately preserved and remembered. It has always maintained its original appearance, and no one dares to erase it.

"The evening breeze blows on the mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds hangs low. It looks like the storm is about to come and the wind fills the building." Standing in front is an old man with silver hair among the seven people. He bent down and offered three sticks of incense. The crowd behind him, like a black sea, bent down and bowed deeply. The cigarettes were dispersed in the heavy rain. No one dared to raise his head unless the old man got up.

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

Further ahead 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 to have 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 blocked the entrance to the shrine, and thugs in black suits stood around. They had submachine guns or tachi in their waists. The knives are sharp killing weapons, and the guns are filled with genuine ammunition. . Their sinister eyes glanced in all directions, eyeing every dark place except the shrine.

It is now the time for the internal meeting of the Snake Qihachi family. Except for family members, no one is allowed to come near this shrine. Anyone who comes will die.

After the first seven people entered the main hall, their personal followers could slowly follow them, and then came the Wuyangyang subordinates from each family. Pieces of black umbrellas were placed in the courtyard in front of the main hall, covering the ground like huge dark clouds. The crowd was as dense as a flock of black crows, but there was no pushing or fighting, and they were even extremely silent. They followed their respective family heads in an orderly manner, not like a violent mafia family, but more like a well-trained army.

The outer wall of the main hall is a rough stone wall, but the inner wall is covered with circles of colorful ukiyo-e paintings, which are extremely gorgeous and shocking. The ghosts, gods and monsters seem to be ignited in the painting. Their bodies are burning with black fire, and their eyes are shining with crimson light. They are standing high on the floating clouds and flames, as if they are gazing at the world from the painting.

The heads of the household stepped on the dark tatami and sat down in their respective positions with familiarity. There were soju and exquisite snacks on the table in front of them, but no one made any move. Their eyes were uniformly looking at the silver man on the main seat. White-haired old man. Hundreds of men and women in black knelt down behind their head of the family with their heads bowed. They knew their position in this huge family very well, because everyone's name was preceded by one of the eight surnames, and no one could kneel by mistake. .

There are eight small tables placed in front of the main hall. On the tables are enshrined eight different long knives, with eight different family crests tattooed in gold on the handles. There are the Tachibana family's sixteen-petal chrysanthemum, the Minamoto family's gentian, the Uesugi family's bamboo and sparrow, as well as the Inuyama family's red ghost, the Fuma family's spider, the Ryoma family's horse head, the Sakurai family's phoenix and the Miyamoto family's Yaksha. All the heads of the eight surnamed families will attend this family meeting, except the head of the Yuan family who has not yet arrived.

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

If there are outsiders present, they will be surprised to find that the house 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... She is simply too young, compared with those old people who have gone through many vicissitudes of life. Out of place.

A black gauze covered the girl's face. She was actually wearing a men's upper-body black patterned haori, but the loose clothes could not cover her slim figure. The slender shoulders of the kimono droop naturally, and the girl's full and graceful lines are vaguely outlined. It is a beautiful figure that only young girls have.

She has a pair of smart eyes, like translucent crimson treasures, and her burgundy hair is spread on the back of her waist. If the black haori is replaced by a red and white Taoist uniform, the girl will look like an ancient Japanese shrine maiden. The girl has a beautiful figure, making people yearn for what kind of beauty is hidden under her mysterious black veil.

At this time, only the head of the Uesugi family did not look at Masamune Nagatachibana, the head of the family. She was staring at the table.

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

Familiar lines echoed in the main hall of the main hall. They were classic lines from "Ultraman Tega". They were played from the tablet under the Uesugi family's head table at the maximum volume.

At first, she sat neatly behind her desk, just like a primary school student in class waiting for the teacher to lecture her. But she was one of the first to enter, and she just sat down behind the heads of the family. The meeting at the family shrine required too much preparation, and it had not been held for a long time. She was a little bored waiting.

It seems that in her opinion, the boring wait is better than taking the opportunity to watch an episode of TV that she has been thinking about. As for whether the ancestors who were in the underworld will be so angry that they come back to life... this is not within her scope of consideration.