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To date, he has successfully targeted three people.
The elegant Ida Rika before him was his carefully chosen fourth target.
After all, how can a qualified "male protagonist of a doujinshi" only have one female protagonist?
The more the better, of course.
"Ida would never have imagined that while he was working himself to the bone for the company, his colleagues were at home, 'treating' his beautiful wife on his behalf..."
As Nanjo Hayato thought lewdly, he adjusted the angle of the tripod.
He was completely unaware that behind him, in his shadow on the floor, a figure completely enveloped in thick black shadow appeared silently, as if rising from the water.
The shadows receded like the tide, revealing Qingze's figure.
He raised his hand, and above his palm, a blue six-pointed star magic circle instantly appeared, spinning silently.
Nanjo Hayato had just finished setting up his tripod and was satisfied, ready to turn around and begin his "serious business."
However, his vision suddenly blurred, as if the whole world had been forcibly switched.
The familiar living room was no longer before me, but a chillingly pure white wall.
Before his brain could even process this incredible change, a stronger physiological reaction overwhelmed him.
He can't breathe!
Nanjo Hayato opened his mouth wide in terror, trying with all his might to inhale, but not a single wisp of oxygen could enter his lungs.
A terrifying feeling of suffocation instantly gripped his throat.
He looked around in a panic and found that all directions—up, down, left, right, front, and back—were filled with that despairing pure white.
On that pure white floor, there lay the stiff corpses of two cockroaches and two rats.
Next to him were the tripod and phone he had just been using, and then his briefcase and shoes from the entryway also inexplicably appeared there.
"Where...where am I?! What on earth happened?!"
Extreme confusion and fear overwhelmed Nanjo Hayato.
But even more intense than the confusion was the suffocating pain that felt like it was tearing my lungs apart.
"Help! Someone please save me!!"
He screamed for help frantically, but in this absolutely enclosed, pure white space, his voice received no response, only deathly silence.
Nanjo Jun attempted to dash off in one direction.
But with a muffled thud, it felt like he had crashed into an indestructible wall.
He refused to believe in evil spirits, and in this cramped and hopeless space, he frantically rushed and swatted in all directions like a headless fly.
However, everything is in vain.
Before long, all his strength seemed to be drained away, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The brain began to blur due to extreme oxygen deprivation, and even the excruciating pain of suffocation seemed distant at this moment.
His last thought was:
"What exactly is going on?!"
Chapter 48 The Fox Can't Escape
Dongye Apartment, Room 302.
Big Yellow wandered around the kitchen in a daze, sniffing the floor. It couldn't understand how the "dog king" that was just in front of it could have disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, it caught a familiar scent and excitedly rushed out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, the shadow cast by the living room sofa arched upwards unnaturally, quickly forming a human-shaped silhouette.
The next second, the shadow shattered like a popped bubble, rapidly shrinking downwards and merging into the magic circle that flashed across the ground.
With a thought, Qingze instantly removed the fox mask, black T-shirt, trousers, and non-slip shoe covers he was wearing and neatly stored in his storage space. The whole process was as smooth as a "one-click outfit change" in a game.
"Wang!"
Big Yellow wagged its tail and pounced forward, affectionately rubbing its fluffy head against Qingze's legs, making cheerful whimpering sounds.
Qingze smiled and rubbed its head, while raising his left hand and mentally locking onto storage space number 2.
With a muffled thud, Nanjo Hayabusa's body was released and slammed heavily onto the floor.
His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets, and his face was frozen in an expression of extreme pain and contortion; his death was gruesome.
The scarlet label on his head instantly merged, turning into a beam of red light that swiftly entered Qingze's brow.
A familiar warmth swept through my body once again, from top to bottom, as if every cell was joyfully drawing strength from it.
He took a deep, satisfied breath and saw Big Yellow curiously approach the corpse to sniff it. He gently nudged it aside with his foot, then stepped forward and put Nanjo Hayabusa's corpse back into Space 2.
He went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and began preparing breakfast.
……
Arriving at Changteng High School, Qingze parked his scooter and headed towards the teaching building with his briefcase.
When he encountered girls from Class 1A of the first year of high school on the road, they would stop and bow to greet him.
Qingze smiled and nodded in response.
After changing into indoor shoes in the shoe locker area, he walked up the stairs to the sixth floor and arrived at the principal's office.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying, "Chizuru, I'm coming in."
Before he could finish speaking, the office door had already been opened.
Inside the spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows in front offer a view of towering skyscrapers and a clear blue sky in the distance, resembling a landscape painting of a modern city.
However, even more captivating than the view outside the window is the stunning scenery on the yoga mat in front of the desk.
Chizuru Tsukishima is striking a difficult "arch bridge" pose.
With her head lightly touching the ground and her slender yet powerful waist arched high, this movement perfectly showcased her amazing physical flexibility.
But what's even more arousing is that the black yoga pants clinging to the skin are stretched to the extreme because of this pose, clearly outlining every curve of the lower body.
Yoga pants are more alluring than not wearing any, creating a tantalizing and suggestive atmosphere.
Qingze's gaze instantly turned fervent.
Chizuru Tsukishima clearly sensed his almost tangible gaze, and let out a lazy, charming nasal sound, saying, "Good morning~"
"I made you a bento box, come and eat it while it's hot."
Qingze suppressed the heat in his heart and took out the prepared lunchbox from his briefcase.
Chizuru Tsukishima stopped maintaining that sexy pose, engaged her core muscles, and slowly returned to her original position like a gentle wave, standing firmly.
She stepped forward, took the still slightly warm lunchbox, and smiled sweetly, saying, "Thank you so much!"
Do you need me to massage your feet today?
"We don't need to today~"
Chizuru Tsukishima smiled and refused, a sly glint in her eyes.
An occasional reward is a reward, but every day is just routine.
If she wants to ignite someone's passion, she can't let him be too satisfied, but she also can't let him get no pleasure at all.
She was confident that she had grasped the right balance in this matter.
She opened the lunchbox, inside were golden-brown, tempting fish belly and bright green stir-fried vegetables, and next to it was a soft, sweet millet porridge with golden pumpkin chunks.
The porridge has a natural sweetness, and the fish belly meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an irresistible aroma.
Chizuru Tsukishima's taste buds and stomach thoroughly enjoyed it, but deep down, she didn't want Aozawa to become too engrossed in these household chores.
In her view, an ambitious man should not waste his energy on trivial matters such as cooking.
However, she did not reveal her thoughts, and with a charming smile still on her face, she said, "Last night, Zashiya in Toyoshima Ward became famous."
A murder occurred in 3-chome, and it is said to be related to a fox.
Five people died, one of whom was a famous and talented swordsman in Japan.
"Really? I was thinking about how to create targeted homework for my students yesterday, and I didn't have time to go online, so I didn't know about this."
Since gaining extraordinary powers, Qingze has long since changed his habit of spending time scrolling through short videos.
He has too many things to do and is also distracted by managing students, leaving him no time to pay attention to the news.
Chizuru Tsukishima said with concern, "Don't overwork yourself. You should rest when you need to."
"It's okay, I'm very strong."
Qingze patted his muscular chest, then sat down next to her, asking curiously, "Tell me, what's the reaction to this online right now?"
"They split into several factions."
Chizuru Tsukishima scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blowing on it as she said, "One faction believes that the genius swordsman was up to no good. After all, it's suspicious that five people would appear in a place like that late at night."
She paused, then continued, "Another school of thought believes that the fox is a killer. His killings have nothing to do with punishing criminals; he simply wants to test his skills in modern society and satisfy his bloodlust."
In addition, opposition members seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on the current prime minister, arguing that he had failed in both the economy and law enforcement and should resign.
"Isn't that just right?"
Qingze chimed in, "I've heard that the current prime minister doesn't seem to really want to be prime minister."
"How can it be."
Chizuru Tsukishima chuckled and shook her head. "If he really didn't want the job, he should have resigned long ago."
That's the Prime Minister, you know.
Although it can't compare to the power of the US president, in Japan, the prime minister's words still carry a lot of weight.
A single sentence can mobilize tens of thousands of people for military exercises; a single sentence can make all civil servants in the country operate around his policies, influencing every aspect of the national economy and people's livelihoods...
How could anyone not like such supreme power?
At this point, she smiled slightly and said, "The pressure is now all on the Superintendent General of Police."