Become a prophet in the Tiga world

In the following days, everyone returned to their usual lives.

The seven members of the Victory Team are busy handling supernatural cases of all sizes. Luoyang continues to visit and study, trying to adapt to the headquarters environment.

Work is still busy, but everyone is more passionate and motivated than before.

During this period, Luoyang performed another operation at the medical center.

The operation was successful. He regained some feeling in his legs and met Shinjo's sister Mayumi.

To be honest, it’s very beautiful.

More importantly, there is some kind of buff bonus that everyone knows.

However, Luoyang was not in the mood to appreciate it.

Although new drugs can help him stand up again, they cannot guarantee a return to perfect condition.

In other words, Luoyang is likely to be insulated from strenuous exercise in the future, especially those that require waist strength.

For example, sit-ups, such as... push-ups.

……

The blue sea surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the white clouds in the sky. The clear picture of the sea and sky makes people feel relaxed and happy, but it cannot soothe Luoyang's lonely mood at this time.

A tall man in his mid-twenties with a cold temperament walked up to Luoyang.

"Mr. Luo, the car is ready and we can set off."

The visitor's name is Ling Feng. He is a personal bodyguard assigned to Luoyang from China. He is taciturn and has a cold expression on his face. He just came to the base to report a few days ago.

According to data, Ling Feng is an extremely outstanding military talent.

He is proficient in multiple languages, proficient in various modern firearms and cold weapon combat, and has completed many difficult and dangerous missions. He is a master tactician who is not inferior to Munakata.

To sum it up in one word, it’s the super soldier king.

If you still don’t understand, then add another one, Urban Return.

Is that enough?

"Thank you, let's go."

"Mr. Luo, I want to remind you again that your status is not suitable for going out. It is safer to stay at the base."

"It doesn't matter. I have already applied to the captain and Director Sawai, and they have agreed. Moreover, the place we want to go is not far, it is in the urban area closest to the foundation."

Perhaps because he knew that Luoyang was in a bad mood recently, or perhaps because he was worried about restricting his freedom, Director Sawai approved Luoyang's request to go out for a walk after some consideration.

Of course, the premise is that someone must follow you and the scope of activities is defined.

Ling Feng nodded and stopped talking.

The Far East Headquarters Base is located in the sea. In addition to flying in and out, there is also an undersea tunnel that leads directly to the outside world.

Luoyang took a special bus from the base, passed through a long tunnel, and left the place where he had lived for more than a month.

……

Tokyo streets.

A young man in his twenties was walking on the street in a wheelchair, followed by a man who looked like a bodyguard.

The young man's handsome appearance attracted the attention of many girls on the street, but soon expressions of regret appeared on their faces.

What's the use of being handsome? It's a pity that he is disabled.

People are coming and going on the streets, and pedestrians are flowing in an endless stream. The appearance of monsters does not seem to make the city depressed, but instead has a bustling bustle that rebounds after being suppressed.

A group of young people ran past Luoyang holding signs with red paint spray-painted with crooked fonts.

The end is coming, enjoy yourself now.

This group of people, both male and female, were dressed in exaggerated and weird ways. They had a sense of non-mainstream déjà vu in rural areas in their previous lives. They were obviously a group of rebellious adolescent kids.

A fat man was sitting on the roadside. There were a bunch of wooden sculptures of Tiga on the stall in front of him. They were in various poses, and some even had a halo behind their heads.

It is said that if you buy one and worship it at home day and night, you can turn bad luck into good luck and keep away monsters.

There are also a group of adults and adults gathered in a circle to listen to people preaching about the Mayan religion. The Mayan people predicted that the end of the world is coming. Only by joining the Mayan religion can we avoid the fate of destruction.

Not far out of Luoyang, I saw three or four waves of inexplicable sects.

The Mayan Religion, Holy Light Religion, Truth Religion, Eternal Religion, etc. have all kinds of propaganda, but they are basically negative thoughts such as the end of the earth and the destruction of mankind, which makes him think that Gatanje will wake up tomorrow.

Feeling.

"No one cares about this situation?" Luoyang frowned.

"There are too many to manage."

Ling Feng glanced around and followed Luoyang closely.

"The impact caused by the monsters was too great. Many people had relatives and friends killed in monster attacks. Fear spread, and chaos naturally occurred.

However, although these people may seem crazy, they actually do no harm. The truly dangerous ones have long been secretly controlled."

Luoyang nodded, and it was true. If there was really danger, the headquarters would not allow him to come out.

"Isn't it the same in China?"

"Of course not, the domestic environment is relatively stable." Ling Feng said with pride on his face.

Not only is it more stable than Sakura Country, it can be said to be the country least affected by monsters in the world.

Of course, there may also be a reason why there are the fewest monsters.

In addition to Chinese people, there are also many people from Western countries who have lived in Sakura Country for a long time.

Various ideas converge and collide here, while promoting economic, cultural and technological development, it also makes it difficult for Sakura Country to be as united as domestically.

The world is changing, the original rules are being broken, and mankind is about to enter the next era.

Today is just the pain of a transitional period. Looking at everything today from the future may not be worth mentioning, but the people living in it are facing unimaginable pressure and confusion.

Fear spreads and chaos breeds. TPC can only achieve limited control and cannot completely eliminate it.

"Let's go, find a place to have a drink." Luoyang said somewhat annoyed.

Following Zongfang's guidance, they found an inconspicuous small bar on the corner of the street. As the two of them walked in, the noise and restlessness behind them seemed to be cut off.

The bar environment is clean and tidy, there are not many people, and in the slightly dim atmosphere, there are no headache-inducing screams and roars, only soft music flowing slowly, calming people's boredom after a day's work.

No wonder Munakata, who never drinks, would choose this place to spend his leisure time. It is indeed a good place.

Find a seat in Luoyang, order a glass of wine, close your eyes and savor it, music lingering in your ears, and enjoy this rare peaceful time.

After a while, Luoyang noticed movement around him. He opened his eyes and saw Ling Feng standing in front of him, stopping a young man in his twenties.

The young man wore glasses and was polite and looked at Luoyang with excitement.

He glanced at Ling Feng, saw the other person nodded slightly, and then said to the young man: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

The young man's face was drunk, and his words were somewhat incoherent: "Mr. Luoyang, is it really you? I didn't expect to meet you here. I looked at you for a long time before I was sure. My name is Ikuta, Katsuma Ikuta,

I’m your fan.”

Katsuma Ikuta?

This name sounds familiar.

Luoyang's heart moved, and he said calmly: "Hello, Mr. Ikuta, please sit down. I'm glad you like my work."

Ikuta sat across from Luoyang, completely ignoring Ling Feng beside him, and said to himself: "I am an architectural draftsman, but my dream is actually to become a great cartoonist. You have always been my idol, and all of you

I have studied the works carefully.

It's a pity that I'm too stupid. I may not even be able to reach one ten thousandth of your level after working hard for so long. It's really embarrassing."

Ikuta lowered his head in frustration. Luoyang looked at the pile of paper in his hand and asked: "Is this your work? Can you let me take a look?"

Ikuta hesitated, scratched his head, and handed it over with some embarrassment.

"Just drawing randomly to make you laugh."

Under the nervous and expectant gaze of the other party, Luoyang slowly turned over the paper, but his mind had already sunk into the spiritual space.