Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 582 Demon Sword Murasame
  Pu Si Qinglan was sitting on the big bed in the hotel. A silk bathrobe was draped casually on her body. Although it was loose, it could not hide her figure.

She received a text message from the man named Fujiwara whom she met at the museum at noon today. The content is that the other party has several collections from the Romanov dynasty and would like to ask for help in identifying them.

Although the main target tonight is Kaitou Kidd, since someone is rushing to die, she has nothing to refuse.

Deciding it was a job worth taking, she decided to make the call.

The moment she pressed the dial button, she kept moving, wiping the cloth in her hand along the outline of the pistol. Her movements were smooth and natural, as if the gun was her partner, not a cold metal. When the call came through, she carefully placed a part of the gun on a pillow nearby, making sure it didn't make any unnecessary noise during the conversation.

"Is it Mr. Fujiwara? I just saw the text message you sent. When can we meet?" There was no ups and downs in her voice, but her tone was unusually gentle, as if she was chatting with an old friend. Not that a potential life or death deal is about to be discussed.

There was silence on the other side for about fifteen seconds. During this period, there was no trace of impatience on Qinglan's face. She waited quietly, tapping her fingers on the table unconsciously. It was a professional habit, and she always maintained a certain sense of rhythm.

"Hmm... I'm here... If Miss Qinglan wants to meet, let's meet tonight... How about we meet at the high-end hotel opposite Osaka Castle tonight? The room number is 8008." The other party's voice finally came out of the phone came from.

Pu Siqinglan nodded slightly. Although the other party could not see it, this was her habitual action, indicating that she had heard and understood the other party's words.

At the same time, Fujiwara Hoshikai supported Momiji's body, one of his arms was wrapped around her waist, and the other hand held the mobile phone. Hongye's legs were weak because of the passionate kiss just now, and she snuggled into his arms.

She grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly. The breath from before was still lingering between her slightly parted lips, and her mind was blank. The words in her ears were like the wind in the distance. She knew there was a sound, but couldn't distinguish the content.

Fujiwara's breathing was a little rapid, and his heartbeat was still beating fast after the intimacy just now, but his tone was unusually calm, "I bought these things from other sellers at a high price not long ago. I hope Miss Qinglan can help me." I estimate the price, and of course the favor fee for you, Miss, will certainly be indispensable."

Pu Siqinglan gently put down the parts in her hands, not paying attention to the gasping sound on the other end of the phone. There was still a hint of gentleness in her tone, "Well, is the number 8008? Okay, what time is it approximately?"

"How about around seven o'clock in the evening? I want Miss Qinglan to help me identify some cultural relics from the Romanov dynasty, including the ring of Nicholas II's youngest daughter Mary and the dagger used by the demon monk Rasputin. "Fujiwara said with a hint of pride. He believed that these precious cultural relics would be enough to attract the attention of any connoisseur.

"Yeah, I'll rush over." Qinglan's reply was simple and clear. After she hung up the phone, she picked up the cloth on the table and continued her wiping work. Every movement of the beads looked so professional, and her eyes revealed her anticipation for the upcoming night.

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara walked to Hongye, hugged her gently, and said in a vague voice, "How about I take you back first? I'll be very busy later if I have something to do."

"Uh-huh."

There was a faint blush on Hongye's face, and her eyes gradually became clearer, but she still looked at Fujiwara vaguely, her eyes full of dependence and confusion, as if she was looking for some kind of fulcrum.

After calling Hongye's housekeeper, Fujiwara helped Hongye to a rest area next to the nearby square. After comforting Hongye, he leaned over slightly, kissed Hongye's forehead, and said goodbye, "That's it. , I'll leave first, the car that picks you up will be here in about ten minutes." After saying that, he turned around and left here.

Twenty minutes later, Fujihara arrived at an abandoned construction site in the Yao District of Osaka. He took out the knife he just obtained from the storage space and slashed it into the air a few times. If he hadn't suddenly remembered the kendo talent he had acquired before, he would have almost forgotten it. He is still a kendo master who has become a monk on the way.

It is said that the famous Japanese sword "Muramasa" will automatically turn into the demon sword "Murasame" after killing a thousand people. After killing people, the rain will naturally wash away the blood on the sword. I remember that there is such a rumor among the dragon clan.

If it really reaches that point, this knife will no longer be a simple killing tool, but will become a demon carrying countless resentful souls and curses.

Fujiwara carefully put the knife back into the storage space and took out his cell phone. Dialed Pu Siqinglan's number. He knew that his next plan was full of risks, but he had to do it in order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

When the call was connected, Pu Si Qinglan had already walked downstairs to the hotel. She looked up at the upstairs window, calculating the best path of attack. The vibration of her phone interrupted her thoughts. She pressed the answer button and put the phone close to her ear.

"The location has changed. Let's meet at the abandoned construction site in Yao District." Fujiwara's voice came through the phone, sounding a little nervous.

Pu Siqinglan frowned slightly, she didn't like this kind of temporary change of plans. She calmly replied: "Why the change of location?"

She could hear a hint of uneasiness in the other person's voice, which gave her an ominous premonition. Fujiwara was silent for a moment, then explained: "I'm worried that our meeting will attract unnecessary attention. It's more private there."

Pu Siqinglan did not answer immediately. Her fingers unconsciously touched the firearm on her chest. This was her habitual action and brought her a sense of security when facing potential threats. Her voice was calm and strong: "Okay, I will go."

After hanging up the phone, Pu Siqinglan had a sneer on her face. This so-called meeting place fits her plan to eliminate Fujiwara Hoshikai. She turned back to her car, started the engine, and drove towards the abandoned construction site.

Her thoughts along the way were spent planning the upcoming confrontation. She has been fully prepared, every bullet has been carefully checked, and the firearm has been carefully adjusted to ensure that there will be no mistakes at the critical moment.

When she arrived at the construction site, Fujiwara Hoshiumi was already waiting there. The moonlight shone on his body, adding a sense of mystery to this lonely figure. The air between them seemed to have solidified, and both of them understood that the next confrontation would be a life-or-death contest.

Pu Siqinglan stepped out of the car. Her movements were elegant and calm, and the gun in her hand was like an extension of her. Fujiwara Xinghai held the hilt of his knife tightly, feeling both expectant and nervous. They looked at each other, the tension before the showdown filling the air.

"Mr. Fujiwara, we can start the identification." Pu Si Qinglan's voice was like frost in the cold winter, and her charming smile revealed murderous intent.

"Well, let's get started."

(End of this chapter)