The police department's face turned blue and purple, and the muzzle of the pistol was aimed at the psychiatrist whose face was also extremely ugly.

Li Ang hid himself tightly behind the psychiatrist, and said indifferently: "If you are the first to discover the death of the Fushen Plains family,

It's a neighborhood that often visits the shrine of Ihime.、It's very likely that they're members of the organization.

Then their priority is not to report to the police in Wakayama City-

Although the strength of the Ihime Shrine organization is very large, it has long penetrated all walks of life in Ukayama City, including the sanatorium, but there is still a risk of exposure if the police are directly pulled in.

After all, the day of the celebration is approaching, and there is no room for error.

The best course of action is to conceal the news of the death of the Fukujin Plains family and let the professionals within the organization solve it.

At the very least, you'll have to find Emon Shion, who is scheduled to be a shrine maiden.

For this purpose, a real police department and a psychiatrist can be sent to interrogate you..."

The police department took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Chuansang, maybe your reasoning is correct, there is indeed an organization that worships the Heavenly Maiden Yiji hidden in this city, and it was they who caused the tragedy of the Fujin Plains family.

However, this is indeed the interrogation room of the Watayama Prefectural Police Investigation Headquarters..."

"If this was an interrogation room, then at this moment, there would have been armed police officers rushing in and trying to subdue me."

Li Ang smiled: "Unless, this is a certain secret stronghold organized by the Iji Shrine,

The one who squatted outside was not a trained professional police officer,

but two or three weak chicken believers,

Just kill them, and you'll be gone..."

Before the words fell, the police department's face tensed instantly, and his fingers pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet swirled out of the chamber, tore through the air, across the narrow wooden table, and pierced the psychiatrist's forehead, carrying blood along Leon's hair.

The sound of gunfire was dull and oppressive in the soundproof room, and Leon jerked away the psychiatrist's body, bent down slightly, and slammed the whole person into the wooden table, pushing the table towards the police department.

Boom!

The middle-aged police department's waist was hit hard by the corner of the wooden table, and his body fell backwards, and his arms were raised uncontrollably.

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

The palm of his hand lightly 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 did not hesitate to push the tip of the pen into the eye socket of the police department, and did not pass the entire barrel.

The police department suddenly convulsed up and down, and was instantly drained of all strength, and collapsed to the ground.

Li Ang, who also fell to the ground, kicked over the wooden table, and the table top was facing the door.

With one hand, he snatched the pistol and reached for the handcuff key hanging from his waist with the other.

It's all happening between the lightning and the fire,

In the next second, the door of the interrogation room was violently slammed open, and three men in vicious civilian clothes with pistols rushed into the house.

However, all that awaited them was three bang-bang gunshots.

The three men fell to the ground with a bullet in their eyebrows, and Li Ang, who had untied his shackles, squatted up and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In his mind, Wan Li Fengdao and Xing Hechou watched all this happen in silence, and they couldn't interject at all in the previous reasoning link.

Only Liu Wuxian could keep up with Li Ang's train of thought and explain to them the true meaning of the poem in the Plain of Fortune in his mind.

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

"Find Emon Shion."

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 also be ended. ”

He stood up, stepped out of the wooden table, picked up a few pistols scattered on the floor, and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

It was a large, large and dark warehouse, with no lights on, only a few rays of light seeping through the cracks in the ceiling of the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, there are faint sounds of waves, noisy people, mechanical running, and vehicle driving.

Looking back, the so-called "interrogation room" is actually a small soundproof room built in a warehouse.

Behind the single-sided glass in the interrogation room, there was nothing,

You can even see the threads of the "security cameras" hanging from the ceiling inside the room to the outside, connecting to a laptop on a small wooden table in the warehouse.

"Huh."

Leon shook his head, walked through the computer, opened the warehouse door, pressed the car keys that had been pulled out of a gunman, followed the horn, and got into the car.

It's 3:25 p.m.

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At 4:17 p.m., the Ukayama City Sanatorium was full of offices on the top floor guarding the corpses.

The dean with flowery hair turned as white as paper, sat on the chair tremblingly, looked at the middle-aged and elderly man in front of him with extreme fear, and said in a trembling voice, "You... What have you done..."

"Me? Just cleaned up some garbage. ”

Li Ang smiled and changed the pistol magazine, took off the bloodstained coat on the outermost, and picked up the suit that the dean had placed on the hanger.

While putting it on himself, he said, "It's also lucky, the celebration is coming,

The big people who believe in Ihime Shrine enjoy the 'special services' of the shrine maiden attendants here.

Exactly one pot end. ”

The dean's face was like ashes, and he knew very well what terrifying energy those big people had.

It is also clear that the other party, who doesn't even care about killing, will never let himself go.

Although it is clear, but when it comes, I am afraid of death after all.

The crown of his teeth continued to tremble, his wrinkled face was almost twisted, two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, and he was humble to the extreme, "Please, please, I don't want to die..."

"Who would want to."

Leon shook his head and handed him a bullet to the door of the head,

Gunshots rang out, shaking the glass,

Leon slowly flicked the blood off the collar of his suit, turned and left the office, went to the hallway, and pushed the wheelchair.

The man in the wheelchair is a little similar to Fukujin Plain, it is Fukujin Xiulai, but he always has a carefree and simple smile on his face.

This cousin of the Blessed God Plains has long since become a stupid and docile waste person because of the frontal lobectomy operation-

Some of the candidates who failed in the election for the shrine maidens of Ihime Shrine will undergo this surgery and receive the nobles who visit the shrine as a goddess.

Of course, now those nobles and their bodyguards are lying in the basement in peace, dying miserably, and walking away peacefully.

The Celestial Maiden was all moved to another room by Leon.

Li Ang pushed the meek and smiling Fushen Xiulai, walked out of the sanatorium that exuded a strong smell of blood, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Hey, TV Tokyo? I've got a big piece of news about Iki Shrine in Utayama City... I'll send the list and information to the mailbox later. ”