Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 92 Roots

What awakened Itachi was an extremely sticky touch, as if the whole person was soaked in mucus.

He frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

The gloomy sky is as dignified as a mountain.

Together with the patter of rain, it crashed into the field of vision.

The sound of clattering sounded non-stop.

Electric snakes swam away, tearing apart the accumulated rain clouds.

The world is bright.

Then there was a rumbling explosion.

Itachi sat up from the eaves of the brown wooden roof, the rain-wet hair stuck to the cold-lighted forehead, hanging down in front of his eyes, incompletely cutting the dark town in the rain.

Still empty.

Row upon row of buildings stand in the wind and rain.

The scattered dwarf trees on the long street are covered with withered yellow leaves.

There is no other sound except the sound of wind and rain.

Itachi exhaled, stood up, and looked at the city in the rain.

The cold touch brought by the slanting wind and drizzle densely extended on his face.

"It's raining again."

Itachi said softly.

After looking at the dark sky for the last time, he flew down to the ground.

The stagnant water rippled and shattered the reflected sky.

Walk out about half a mile.

Outside the heavy rain.

There was a powerful flapping of wings.

Itachi looked up.

The crows were coming with their soggy feathers, their paws wrapped in yellowed brown paper.

When the shoulders fell.

A somewhat hoarse voice.Then it rang in my ears.

"My lord, send a message! My lord, send me a message!"

"Please check, Master Uchiha! Please check, Master Uchiha!"

"Well, I see." The ferret took off the kraft paper from the crow's paw, and then nodded the crow's head. "Go find a place to hide from the rain."

Gentle voice.

The crow rubbed against the weasel's cheek, then flapped its wings and left.

Itachi watched from afar, then got into the newsstand that blocked the street.

Feel free to shake off the rainwater sticking to the face of the hair.

Itachi slowly unfolded the kraft paper.

Wipe away the attached rainwater.

The character of justice is exposed in front of the eyes.

Itachi scanned carefully.

At the same time, thoughts are running in my mind.

After a long while, he folded the kraft paper and put it in his trouser pocket.

Push open the glass door where the water droplets spread.

Itachi walked away quickly.

The content of the letter is constantly intertwined in my mind.

The words of the lord opened a brand new curtain.

The Ghost Killing Squad has been passed down from the Warring States Period to the present, and there is naturally an inseparable relationship between being able to stand up to the wind and rain for thousands of years and the government.

The Ghost Killing Squad has been so active for thousands of years, it is impossible to properly handle the funeral by relying solely on hidden organizations. After every round of ghost disasters, there will be rumors everywhere, and naturally there will be many people who go to the police station to file a report.

But there has never been any splash for hundreds of years.

After that, it was natural that the government was behind the ghost killing team's ass. Otherwise, creatures like ghosts would have been exposed to the public's attention long ago.

In every era, the Ghost Killing Squad will spend huge sums of money to cultivate their cronies in the political circles.

Over time, from the cabinet down to the police station, there are shadows of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

In short, full penetration.

The Ubuyashiki clan are not fools. They are naturally intelligent and they will naturally infiltrate into the political circles while accumulating huge wealth.

And developed so far.

The politicians trained in the Taisho era were even more remarkable.

The second largest party in the House of Representatives is the leader of the Democratic Party, Ueno Takeso.

The trivial matter of finding missing persons will naturally come to his head.

Kill a chicken with a bull's knife.

It's time for a change of Prime Minister.

The struggle between political parties in the Congress can be said to be intensified, with intrigues and intrigues, and open and hidden arrows emerge in endlessly.

The party that is hostile to the Democratic Party is the Progressive Party.

It is the current ruling party and the largest party in the House of Representatives.

In the past, it has always been firmly on the side of the Democratic Party.

But recently there have been complaints from the public.

The status of the Progressive Party has also gone from bad to worse.

On the other hand, the status of the Democratic Party in the hearts of the people is steadily rising.

The transition is approaching.

The Progressive Party is naturally insecure.

Although the two major parties are vying for the position of prime minister, there is already a turbulent undercurrent, but fortunately, they are only staying at the level of verbal criticism.

It can be as recent as January.

This kind of verbal offensive has evolved into a 'murder'!
So far, three senior members of the Democratic Party have 'died'.

Although there is no direct evidence that this incident was done by the Progressive Party, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Progressive Party is impatient.

As for their method of murder, it is even more mysterious.

Among the three high-level officials who 'died', Shigeru Saito, who fell first, was the most prominent.

He 'died' without reason during a speech in Tokyo.

No.

It should be best described as coma without waking up.

At that time, Saito Shigeru was publishing a party manifesto for the Democratic Party.

In the last second, he was talking impassionedly about the bright future, but in the next second, his pupils were dilated and he fell to the ground as if his soul had been pulled away.

When sending for inspection.

No trauma.

Vital signs are healthy and intact.

But consciousness is gone.

And Shigeru Saito has been lying on the hospital bed for a full month.

He is still alive.

But never opened his eyes again.

It is not an exaggeration to understand it as death.

Since Saito Shigeru, two high-level officials have been innocently unconscious.

Same party at the same time.

It can be understood as an accident that one person is half dead, but what about three people?
How can such a strange thing not make people suspicious.

Such a weird situation made Yashiki Yoya suspect that the current ruling party is in collusion with ghosts.

Not to mention [-]%.

Nine out of ten possibilities are still there.

After experiencing these tragedies, the members of the Democratic Party were in panic all day long, and many of them had even given up competing for the position of prime minister, but Ueno Qiangxun did not succumb to the despotic power.

In the face of heavy pressure, he is still in danger.

within the next three days.

He will usher in the most critical speech in his political career in the most prosperous Ginza in Tokyo.

This will determine the future of their entire party.

It is a node to create another glories.

It is also a node that is enough to destroy everything at the moment.

As long as the Progressive Party makes Ueno Qiang follow in the footsteps of the three congressmen in this speech, it will be completely over for the Democratic Party.

The purpose of the letter from Yoya Ubuyashiki.

Probably for this reason.

He commissioned Itachi to go to Ginza, Tokyo to protect Ueno Qianghiro, and at the same time find out possible ghosts.

As for the matter of Haruna Sakura, Yuya Ubuyashiki has already entrusted some important politicians to do it.

Itachi naturally did his part.

If it can be preserved for the Democratic Party and help it successfully sit on the position of prime minister, then Itachi can be considered to have a complete grasp of all the information about this country.

This also coincides with his original purpose of joining the Ghost Killing Squad.

Infiltrate the upper floors and look for Konoha.

What cut off his thoughts was a piercing hissing sound.

Itachi came back to his senses.

On the railroad tracks blocking the way.

The tram came with sparks.

Looking at the pattering rain.

He stepped onto the tram and found himself among the numb-looking men and women.

It was extremely hot inside the car.

The smell permeated in it was the smell of mud and sweat, mixed together in an indescribably strange way.

Itachi slowed down his breathing.

The destination of this trip is the railway station in the north of the city.

After half an hour.

The tram stopped with the sound of its whistle and screeching brakes.

The crowd surged up.

Across the heavy figure.

Outside the window glass covered with water droplets, there is a bronze train steaming.

It gallops in the swaying drizzle, piercing the rain curtain like a sharp sword.

Itachi walked away quickly.

Throwing a big bill at the sentry box on the platform, "Buy me a train ticket to Tokyo."

"Tokyo?"

Inside the sentry box was a fairly young woman, poking her head out and frowning to look at him.

"Do you have any ID?"

Itachi was silent.

The woman's face was sullen, and she was just about to send the child away, but the latter's dark pupils burst into bursts of blood.

"Tokyo.Tokyo" the woman said in a daze with distracted eyes.

Then unconsciously handed a wrinkled train ticket to Itachi's hand.

"Thank you." Itachi walked towards the train.

When the figure completely dissipated on the platform, the woman slowly woke up.

"Is it just that a child came over?"

She looked bewildered.

After the basic security check and ticket check.

Itachi boarded the train bound for Tokyo.

The ticket he bought was the highest class.

After becoming a pillar.

Itachi has been freed from the shackles of money.

The Ghost Killing Squad provides generous subsidies to the swordsmen, especially Zhu.

The interior of the carriage was very quiet, almost all the passengers had already taken their seats, there were few conversations, some were very weak, and they dared not make any noise.

Those who can afford a first-class ticket will naturally have a good family background, and their quality of education will probably correspond to it.

Itachi took his seat.

Near the windows.

As for the seat beside him, there was no one there.

I don't know if it didn't come or sold.

The moment the train is about to start.

A well-dressed woman with exquisite make-up was late, dragging her luggage.

She looked in a hurry.

Came across the lane.

Finally sat down next to Itachi.

Itachi glanced at her.

With slender eyes, a tall nose, and a sharp-edged face, there is a kind of strength and sharpness in the beauty.

She patted the raindrops on her shoulder, then straightened her long chestnut-colored hair, and looked around again.

The slender eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the words of "preoccupied" were perfectly interpreted on her body.

Itachi tilted his head.

Pressing his immature face on the windshield windowpane with raindrops, with the roar of the siren, a huge force pushed him on the armchair, and the barren scenery outside the window quickly receded.

town.

Sang Tian.

Then there are mountains and rivers.

He watched all this quietly, gradually getting tired.

The train to Tokyo is expected to take twelve hours, which means Itachi will stay here for a full twelve hours without moving except to solve hygiene problems.

Think of all the things that happened these days.

Itachi couldn't help worrying about it.

What are the secrets surrounding this 'traversal'?
Who is in charge of all this?

He rubbed his frowning forehead.

Stop thinking about it.

The answers to all questions are waiting for him to explore by himself, just like finding the Orochimaru hidden behind all the ghosts.

someday.

Itachi will definitely disintegrate all these with his own hands, and crush all conspiracies with supreme power.

The roar of the siren rang in my ears.

Looking at the thin rain curtain outside the window, he slowly closed his eyes.

Tokyo.

Nagata Town, Chiyoda Ward.

Prime Minister's Residence.

A four-story building standing in a drowsy world.

It is the center of executive power in this country.

Majestic and majestic.

Men in black can be seen pacing back and forth outside the mansion, their sharp gazes scrutinizing anyone who tries to approach this place.

Go through the courtyard full of green plants.

The prime minister's residence is brightly lit at the moment.

Except for the vigilant guards.

Is a busy government official.

One by one in suits and leather shoes was running back and forth with a stack of documents, their mouths kept crackling.

It's time for a change of Prime Minister.

Politicians affiliated with the current prime minister are busy.

In order to stabilize their position, they must fight at this critical moment.

of course.

What they have done is just icing on the cake. The real turnaround depends on the leader of their political party, that is, Prime Minister Ichiro Nakai.

At the moment he is on the top floor of the Prime Minister's residence.

It is also the most heavily guarded place.

Inside the office where the national flag is hung with previous fathers.

Nakai Ichiro sat on the mahogany armchair, leaned forward, folded his hands, and propped his elbows on the table.

"Can I trouble you to take off your mask and talk?" He stared at a visitor in front of him who was wearing an imitation animal mask, a white overalls, and black tights, whose gender was unknown.

"Sorry, the rules of the organization are like this, you can't take off the mask in front of others when you put on the mask."

The voice is thick and masculine.

"It's okay, it's okay." Nakai Ichiro suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.

"May I ask why Mr. Kimura didn't come in person?" He added.

The voice is humble.

Not at all what a prime minister should be like.

"Mr. Kimura is busy with important matters. I may not be able to contact you for a while. During this period, I will be in charge of communicating with you." The man said slowly.

Nakai Ichiro smiled slightly.

But the heart is burning with anger.

He is a dignified prime minister, the person with the highest status in a country, when will he suffer this kind of grievance, and be reduced to butt with an unknown junior.

But he dared not speak out.

Mr. Murata is not a mortal, Nakai Ichiro still can't forget his god-like power.

If he insisted on killing him, even if he hid in a fortress with ten thousand floors, he would not escape death.

"Has Mr. Kimura already understood about being the leader of the Democratic Party?" Ichiro Nakai was worthy of a top politician, even though his heart was full of anger, but his face was still full of smiles, and there was no trace of complaint.

"Ah."

"Someone will clean up this trouble for you," the man said.

"Then I would like to trouble you to thank Mr. Kimura for me." Nakai Ichiro said.

After getting the man's answer, the stone hanging in her heart also fell randomly.

The Weimin Party is the biggest threat to his ruling. Now that he has the support of Kimura, it is not a problem to wipe out the Weimin Party.

before this.

The successive unconsciousness of the three top officials of the Democratic Party was all thanks to the hands of Mr. Murata.

He didn't know what method Murata used.

But he doesn't care.

As long as it allows him to eliminate political enemies and stabilize the rule of his own party.

"Just do what you have to do." The man said lightly.

"Definitely!" Nakai Ichiro nodded quickly.

"Remind you one last time," the man stood up, "Don't meddle in things you shouldn't be involved in, otherwise you will know the consequences."

Say it.

Turn away.

Nakai Ichiro followed him with his eyes.

The moment the door was closed.

He showed his fierce face, gnashed his teeth, and clenched his palms on the table into fists.

"Damn!"

A sharp and embarrassing voice escaped from between his teeth.

Even an unknown person dared to disdain him so much, but Nakai Ichiro could only let it go.

Sitting high in the position of prime minister, he is actually nothing more than a puppet.

He has long been reduced to a tool of that terrifying existence named Kimura.

Kimura appeared out of thin air four months ago.

A lingering haze shrouded Nakai Ichiro's head.

　The title is wrong and cannot be changed.

　　I can tell you that another ninja is Shimura Danzo, who controlled the government and established the root.

　　And then there's the Uchiha.

　　Just these few characters.

　　It is expected to open the eye of reincarnation later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)