Great Swordsman Ke Xue

Following the map, Koji Shimizu drove out of the city of Osaka. Fortunately, the view of Tsutenkaku was really wide, and the place was high, halfway up the mountain, so Koji Shimizu had the opportunity to notice it.

August 20th, the end of August, has officially entered the end of midsummer.

In the past few days, it was a rare time to be together. Koji Shimizu drove slowly up the mountain.

Although it is said that it will be the best viewing period of the red leaves in ten days, it is not far away at this time.

Clusters of red leaves are all over the mountains. Although some leaves still have some yellow-green spots, they are almost completely invisible as a whole.

It has been nearly two hours since Koji Shimizu drove out of the city. Although he could vaguely see it from a distance, it was very difficult to see the mountain. In addition, Koji Shimizu was not familiar with the road conditions. He obviously took a long detour and had to check the map from time to time to make sure he was not wrong, so his speed was also very slow.

Therefore, at this time, the time has reached three o'clock in the afternoon.

The scorching noon has passed, and the occasional sunlight between the mottled red leaves will no longer make people feel hot, but will only make people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Especially when you are alone on this mountain road, with only one car, the car window is open, and you can hear the sound of wind and leaves, or the crisp and pleasant bird calls.

More than ten minutes later, Shimizu Koji arrived.

However, his brows, which were originally relaxed because of the scenery along the way, could not help but frown at this time.

Because just before his car, an obviously brand new luxury car also drove into the gate of that luxury villa in the mountains.

The other party seemed to come from another road.

There was no guard in front of the big iron gate above the slope, and Shimizu Koji's car did not show up directly. He parked the car on the side of the road and waited for a while before getting out alone.

When he got off the car, Koji Shimizu had changed his clothes. His clothes were still his own, but he not only covered his face with a mask, but also wore a hat this time.

As for the limitation of his Sharingan, Koji Shimizu actually thought of other ways, such as buying some newly launched beauty contact lenses on the market to try.

But the effect can only be said to be more obvious than it is. People in this world have different eye colors. What really makes people notice something is wrong is that his eyes suddenly turn red, and the small black magatama will also turn.

Beauty contact lenses are useless and very uncomfortable, so for the time being, Koji Shimizu can only use his usual three-piece set of murder and arson.

Hat, mask (scarf), sword.

Looking up, the villa is very big, but it is just a villa, naturally not as good as the palace like the Tie family manor. This place can only be a place for rich people to escape the heat in summer.

And now, it seems that the owner is just here.

Koji Shimizu had his own sword on his waist. Since the last incident, whenever he could carry a sword, he would usually carry it with him in case of emergency.

As he walked all the way to the big iron gate and got closer to the villa, Koji Shimizu suddenly froze.

He had been here before.

——

Three years ago today, the Ooka family was in its heyday, because Ooka Momiji's grandfather was the Prime Minister of Japan at that time.

Although it is generally believed that the Prime Minister of Japan is just a bluffing title, in fact, he is just a dog raised by major chaebols.

But for the Ooka family, they are different. Their family is a chaebol itself. Her grandfather is very powerful and courageous. He went into politics and won the "game" in the final election.

And because they are a consortium, they don't have to listen to the command of those consortiums after they come to power. Others can offer huge benefits to the former prime ministers, but in front of their Ooka family, they are ashamed to put forward their own conditions.

And it is precisely for this reason that Ooka Hongye's grandfather's career as prime minister was based on personal interests and a considerable degree of idealism from the beginning.

Simply put, Ooka Hongye's grandfather had two goals, one was to make the Ooka family continue to grow and develop, and the other was to make the lives of the Japanese people better.

So what to do, who will give up those interests, who will create those values?

The Japanese people have become poor ghosts, and there is no oil and water to squeeze. In the end, Ooka Masaharu set his sights on some big forces that are also consortiums.

Then, he was assassinated.

It's okay to keep the pot and not let everyone eat for the time being, but Ooka Masaharu's behavior is like wanting to smash other people's bowls.

There may be other reasons, but it is intolerable.

Three years ago, a sensational assassination case put a perfect end to Ooka Hongye's grandfather.

Of course, her grandfather did not die, because it was not him who was assassinated that day.

However, due to various factors, not long after the assassination, Ooka Hongye's grandfather resigned and stopped caring about government affairs.

On that day, the one who was assassinated, or the one who was misunderstood and affected, was Ooka Hongye.

This was a luxurious villa that was considered "ominous" by the Ooka family not long after it was built, and was abandoned like a worn-out shoe.

For three years, no one from the Ooka family has come here except Ooka Hongye, but someone still cleans and maintains it regularly.

In short, for the Ooka family, throwing away this villa that cost billions of yen to build and throwing it here is like throwing away an insignificant sesame seed.

If it hadn't been so sensational back then, it's hard to say whether anyone would still remember that they had a villa here.

In the villa, Ooka Hongye walked in front, carrying large and small handbags, as if she had really returned to her own home, strolling around, elegant and calm, quite relaxed.

The air inside the villa is very cold, and even a little bit permeable because it has been unoccupied for a long time, but this does not make Ooka Momiji, who is only wearing a long skirt and stockings, feel any extra. After all, this is her third year here. .

Iori Muga turned on the lights in the villa hall, which suddenly became brighter, while Ooka Momiji kept walking and just walked towards a corner of the villa hall.

There is nothing there, no, it cannot be said that there is nothing there. On the marble floor printed with purple diamond patterns, the entire hall is as smooth as ice. There is only a small black mark in that corner.

Ooka Momiji placed her handbag on the ground in the corner, with a hint of loss and reminiscence in her eyes. One item after another was taken out and placed neatly. Iori Wuga followed behind her and watched quietly.

"The gods have done things for a long time, and I have never heard of them. On the Dragon River, the maple is red, and the gurgling water is deep."

Ooka Hongye whispered silently, no one knew what she was thinking.

But, Iori Wuga knows that this is the third time.

Qingshui Koji stood at the door of the villa, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step forward and walked in.

And along the way, he looked around and compared.

When he got close to the villa, he could still vaguely feel the malice, but it was actually not as strong as the glimpse he had at Tongten Pavilion.

Something strange, no, very strange.

Qingmizu Koji frowned, the malice in his heart was insensitive, but there was a faint chill in his heart.

He became a little wary, but he probably wasn't the owner of the house and wouldn't welcome him.

"Dong dong——"

Out of courtesy, Koji Shimizu knocked on the door.

The knock on the door seemed quiet and distant, startling the birds in the forest nearby.

Of course, everyone in the villa was also shocked.