Zongman: Kaijumon invades, I transform into Seven

The main hall of Inari Shrine is spacious and bright. Sato Shinobu led Sato Miwako to a statue, and the two knelt on a futon.

Sato Shinobu clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed quietly, while Sato Miwako followed suit, but moved here and there from time to time, as if she was uncomfortable everywhere.

It was like Monkey King who was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain by Tathagata.

After praying, Sato Shinobu took Sato Miwako out of the main hall and strolled leisurely in Inari Shrine.

The scenery in Inari Shrine is quite good. Even if you don’t go in to pray, it’s also very good as an ordinary tourist attraction.

There is a whole row of cherry trees on the right side of the two of them. The cherry blossoms slowly fall and spread on the ground, and some petals fall on the heads and shoulders of tourists.

“It’s so beautiful, I should have brought a camera with me.”Sato Miwako exclaimed, her clogs stepped on the petals. She stretched out her slender little hand, and a petal slowly fell into her palm.

Sato Miwako seemed to be able to smell the fragrance from the petals.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, I couldn’t help but want to take pictures

“without���Why are you so picky when you can use a cell phone as a camera?”

Shinobu Sato took out her cell phone from her kimono lining and walked to a tree. A white belt was tied around the tree to prevent people from approaching. She stood by the tree and made a”V” sign. Shinobu Sato took the photo. Miwako Sato grabbed her mother’s cell phone and admired the photo she had just taken.

In the photo, she stood under the tree, looking graceful and elegant. A petal fell on her head at some point, giving her a cute feeling.

“The photo is pretty good.”

Sato Miwako looked at her own photo on her phone, opened Line and sent it to herself.

Then she enlarged the picture and admired it with relish.

On the road in the background of the photo, a bright red figure attracted Sato Miwako’s attention.

The man had red hair. In this country, red hair is quite rare. In addition to the red hair, the man was wearing a blood-red suit and a pair of black leather shoes. He looked like a successful person.

The man was standing under a cherry tree, looking up at something. His long hair covered half of his face. Miwako Sato couldn’t see his face clearly, but judging from his upright figure, he was definitely no more than fifty years old.

Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes and carefully examined every pixel on the phone. Her police intuition made her very keenly aware that something was wrong with this conspicuous bag.

Her face changed and she looked up to search for the figure of the person in the photo.

There were not many tourists on this road, and they were scattered here and there. If there was anyone who was particularly conspicuous, they would be able to see him at a glance, but Miwako Sato didn’t see the person in the photo.

It was as if the person in the photo had never appeared at all.

“What’s wrong? Miwako?”Sato Shinobu looked at Miwako Sato who suddenly became strange and asked curiously

“It’s nothing, Mom. I was in a hurry to go out and forgot to bring my cell phone. Please call the police immediately!”

“Huh?”Sato Shinobu was dumbfounded, not understanding what was wrong with her daughter.

“There is blood on this person’s trouser legs!”

Miwako Sato didn’t have time to explain, she returned the phone to her mother and started chasing after him.

“Blood?” Shinobu Sato looked down at the photo on her phone. Her phone had good pixels but it was not as good as a camera.

With her husband being a policeman, Shinobu Sato looked at the photo for a long time and finally found something strange.

The person in the red suit in the photo had a particularly dark color on the right leg of the trousers, and there were red bloodstains in the gaps of the black leather shoes.

Although these did not mean anything, Shinobu Sato chose to believe Miwako Sato.

Call the police.

But the Metropolitan Police Department was now in a difficult situation.

Miwako Sato took a step to search in the crowd, but the clothes on her body restricted her speed.

She could only move forward in very small steps.

“Damn it, that’s why I hate wearing this kind of thing.”

Sato Miwako wanted to tear open the hem of her kimono, but if she wore anything under it, she would be exposed.

She calculated based on the amount of blood on the man in the photo, he must have killed someone, or was very close to a corpse.

Either way, it meant that a murder had occurred in the shrine.

It sounded like a figment of her imagination, but Sato Miwako believed in her experience.