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The police officer's face turned blue and purple, and the muzzle of the pistol was aimed at the psychiatrist who also had an extremely ugly face.

Li Ang hid himself tightly behind the psychiatrist and said indifferently: If you are the first to discover the death of the Pingyuan family of the God of Fortune,

They are two neighbors who often visit Iki Shrine and are most likely members of the organization.

So their priority is not to report to the Ugeyama City Police——

Although the power of the Yiki Shrine organization is very large and has already penetrated all walks of life in Wakayama City, including nursing homes, there is still a risk of exposure if the police are directly brought in.

After all, the day of the celebration is coming soon, and there is no room for failure.

The best thing to do is to conceal the news of the death of the Fukugami Plains family and let professionals within the organization resolve it.

At least we have to find Shion Emon, who is destined to be the shrine maiden.

For this reason, a real police force and a psychiatrist can be sent over for interrogation...

The police department took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: Kawa-san, maybe your reasoning is correct. There is indeed an organization that worships the goddess Iki hidden in this city, and it was they who led to the tragedy of the Fukugami Pingyuan family.

However, this is indeed the interrogation room of the Geshan County Police Headquarters...

If this was really an interrogation room, then at this moment, police officers with guns would have rushed in and tried to subdue me.

Li Ang smiled and said: Unless this is a secret stronghold organized by Yiji Shrine,

Those squatting outside are not well-trained professional police officers.

But two or three weak believers,

As long as you kill them, you can walk away...

Before he finished speaking, the police officer's face tensed up instantly, and his finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet flew out of the gun barrel, ripped open the air, crossed the narrow wooden table, penetrated the psychiatrist's forehead, and passed along Li Ang's hair with blood.

The sound of gunshots seemed dull and suppressed in the soundproof room. Li Ang pushed the psychiatrist's body away suddenly, bowed slightly, hit the wooden table with his whole body, and pushed the table towards the police station.

Boom!

The middle-aged police officer's waist was hit hard by the wooden table corner, and he fell backwards, his arms rising uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Ang put his hands on the table, jumped onto the table with the chair tied to his feet, pressed his back against the table like a hip-hop dancer, and slid sideways.

With a light palm, he picked up the pen that belonged to the psychiatrist on the table.

When his body was about to fall off the edge of the table, he pushed the tip of the pen into the police department's eye socket without hesitation, covering the entire barrel of the pen.

The whole body of the police officer suddenly twitched, and all his strength was suddenly drained away, and he fell limply to the ground.

Li Ang, who also fell to the ground, kicked over the wooden table. The tabletop faced the door.

He grabbed the pistol with one hand and reached for the police handcuff key hanging on his waist with the other hand.

All this happened in the blink of an eye,

The next second, the door to the interrogation room was violently opened, and three men in plain clothes armed with pistols rushed into the room.

However, all that awaited them was three gunshots.

The three men fell to the ground with bullets in their eyebrows. Li Ang, who had taken off his shackles, squatted down and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In his mind, Wanli Fengdao and Xing Hechou watched all this happening in silence. They could not speak at all during the previous reasoning session.

Only Liu Wushao could keep up with Li Ang's thoughts and explain to them the true meaning of the poem on the God of Fortune Plains in his mind.

Xing Hechou watched as he skillfully took off the body armor and jacket from the deceased, put them on himself, and said hesitantly: Brother Li, now you want to...

Find Shion Emon.

Li Ang glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling and said calmly: This abnormal incident started 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, with no lights on and only a few rays of light seeping through the gaps in the ceiling of the warehouse.

There were faint sounds of waves, noisy people, machinery running, and vehicles driving outside the warehouse.

Looking back, I saw that the so-called interrogation room was actually a small soundproof room built in a warehouse.

There is nothing behind the single-pane glass in the interrogation room.

You can even see the wires of the surveillance camera extending 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 away from the computer, opened the warehouse door, pressed the car key that he found from a gunman, followed the sound of the horn, and got into the car.

It's now, 3:25 p.m.

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At 4:17 in the afternoon, there were offices on the top floor of the Sanatorium in Geshan City guarding corpses.

The gray-haired dean, whose face was as pale as paper, sat on the chair tremblingly, looking at the middle-aged and elderly man in front of him with extreme fear, and said with a vibrato, You...what have you done...

Me? I just cleaned up some trash.

Li Ang smiled and finished changing the pistol magazine, took off the outermost blood-stained coat, picked up the suit placed on the hanger by the dean,

While putting it on for himself, he said, It's also good luck. The celebration is coming soon.

The big names who believe in Iki Shrine enjoy the 'special services' of the shrine maidens here.

Just right in one pot.

The dean's face was ashen. He knew very well how terrifying those big figures were.

He also knew very well that the other party, who didn't even care about killing people, would never let him go.

Although it is clear, when things come to a close, I am still afraid of death.

His tooth crown kept trembling, and his wrinkled face was almost twisted into a ball. Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes. He was pious and humble to the extreme, Please, please, I don't want to die...

Who would think so?

Li Ang shook his head and put a bullet into his head.

Gunshots rang out, shaking the glass,

Li Ang slowly flicked off the blood stains on the collar of his suit, turned around and left the office, came to the aisle, and pushed the wheelchair.

The man sitting in the wheelchair is somewhat similar to Fukugami Hideyori, but he always has a carefree and innocent smile on his face.

This cousin from Fushen Plain has long since been transformed into a stupid and docile cripple due to frontal lobotomy surgery——

Some of the unsuccessful candidates to be elected as mikos of Iki Shrine will undergo this kind of surgery, and as goddesses, they will receive the nobles who visit the shrine.

Of course, now those nobles and their bodyguards are all lying peacefully in the basement, dying miserably and not leaving peacefully.

The goddesses were all moved to another room by Li Ang.

Li Ang pushed Hideyori, the docile and smiling God of Fortune, out of the nursing home that smelled strongly of blood. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Hey, TV Tokyo? I have a big news here about Yiki Shrine in Utayama City...I will send the list and information to the email later.