Devil Seeds

"Grandpa Miyazaki won't tell you stories today."

"I'm here to read a list. This is a very long, very long, very long list. Maybe there are people you are familiar with among these names. Then try to find them and find opportunities to joke with them! Talk about some little secrets that only you know, tell some... small stories that you or both of you have forgotten for a long time."

"The result may be desperate, but believe me, remember this list, remember the names of these people. If even you forget them, then their existence will become meaningless."

Grandpa Miyazaki didn't say anything else, he just started to read the name, none of the so-called revealing the truth and conspiracy theories.

Because these are easy to be guided.

The more grandstanding the propaganda method is, the easier it is to be led in the opposite direction.

Only those things that are the most simple and unquestionable can be truly 'hard evidence'.

"Kajo Yamakawa, Tomoko Kamimoe, Hana Emiya, Yuya Kashiwagi, Higashi Kamijo, Asuka Aoyama..."

Grandpa Miyazaki recited one name after another clearly.

Even this simple recitation reveals extraordinary emotions.

It's like... In front of people's eyes, faces that used to be fresh are now quietly going away, taking off their hats, smiling slightly, and saying their final farewell.

Old people, young people, children, women....

The message from the radio station was quickly intercepted.

A large number of magnetic bombs were launched over Dongbao City. Those signals that were weak and relying on electromagnetic transmission would be strongly interfered with.

On the ground in Dongbao City, an ordinary small RV was filled with all kinds of equipment used to strengthen the signal.

And Grandpa Miyazaki was also crowded in these devices, reciting the names that made him cry.

Wearing thick spectacle frames, the old man at this moment has already blurred his tears.

He seems to be a person with a very low tear point, and he will cry easily. Even the years have not given him the strength that an old man should have.

A name, a face that I never knew.

At this moment, there is an inexplicable grief, which is tied in my heart.

Carrying a large number of guards, individual aircraft began to patrol in mid-air.

More scouting hummingbird robots began to shuttle between buildings in groups.

Shopping malls, bars, dance halls, theaters, various entertainment venues... and some private companies and hotel rooms are all covered with eyeliner.

Those everyday household appliances that people don't guard against have quietly turned on their hidden functions, started to receive messages, and listen to everything.

The seemingly disordered and simple movement of the RV was still quickly locked.

In a dense network, it belongs to a rare "blank" area, which is already worthy of attention.

Kurokawa was wearing a black JK dress, turned over on the roof of the car with a long knife in his hand.

The RV has robots to keep driving fast.

And she was standing on the roof of the car with a knife, letting the wind blow through her hair, majestic.

When the screen was focused on Kurokawa's face, some people's expressions changed.

"Found it! She is Kurokawa Ayase, the niece of... that. Her father is Kurokawa Muhua, who committed suicide ten years ago. She was brought up by her mother!" Someone quickly found Kurokawa Ayase's information.

Everyone who thought of that person subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

No... He is fine!

"Quickly solve the trouble, capture people alive, and dig out their roots." Someone quickly issued an order.

A large number of robots first swarmed towards the RV.

Heichuan was holding a black sheathed long knife, standing on the roof of the car at this time, but his feet were as stable as roots.

The long knife was unsheathed, a black light flashed, and a large number of robots exploded one after another.

Kurokawa stood in the explosion, the wind was blowing the corners of her skirt, but she remained calm.

More robots swarmed up.

Kurokawa jumped in mid-air nimbly, and every knife would never miss.

The knife light flying in the sky smashed the robots that surrounded them one after another.

"She is using a ghost weapon, and it should be a ghost weapon with straight cutting and sharp attributes. There shouldn't be too many such weapons... Find out who leaked such a ghost weapon to a...'student'!"

"Also, she should have learned the ghost-eating technique to have such a physical fitness. Check to see if she has joined any firm, and if so... Take control of everyone in the whole firm first." In the police station, a police officer was giving orders.

A small police officer reported: "Report! Kurokawa Ayase joined Heiyan Office and quit after half a month. Do you want to control it?"

The policeman said: "Didn't you hear my order? You bastard! Hurry up and do something!"

A police department at the side reminded in a low voice: "Muto police! The current firm is managed by the firm alliance. Should we notify Boss Lu in advance before arresting him?"

"No need! Boss Lu is currently in a meeting at the Sky Tree... he doesn't have time to manage these trivial matters." The policeman said directly.

When the people below heard this sentence, they immediately had many associations.

After all, Boss Lu was in charge of the Ueno matter.

Now that Ueno has become a new A-level, in order to cover up this matter, the government has spent a lot of effort.

Boss Lu's former glory may be gone forever.

Small RVs are still speeding through the streets.

And a large number of aircraft have begun to aim and shoot on the street.

Holding the knife, Heichuan kept jumping and chopping down the aircraft and robots, but after all, he couldn't do it alone.

boom! boom! boom!

Continuously, lasers shot through the outer layer of the caravan, and then shot into the interior of the car.

Grandpa Miyazaki remained motionless, continuing to read those names.

Under the laser's strafing, he didn't have any fear.

But when he read those names, he couldn't help crying and shivered slightly.

At this time, the people who were standing in front of the radio station and listening to this final "confession" consciously picked up paper and pens, and recorded these names in the simplest way.

And in front of all these names.

They all added another name by coincidence...Grandpa Miyazaki!

No one thought it was a lie.

Because when it is so real that the emotions are so strong and substantial, through the simple and old radio station, one name after another is passed on.

No one will ever question the authenticity of this.

Emotions can be conveyed through language and sound. First of all, this is at the cost of burning the soul.

Boom!

Another aircraft was stepped on the back by Kurokawa, directly inserted the long knife, destroyed the electronic core, and then crashed on the road.

A small missile flew over Kurokawa's head and exploded towards the small RV.

Obviously, the government could no longer bear the exposure of Grandpa Miyazaki's name and chose to blow him up directly.

Rather than saving it for later interrogation.

Heichuan tried his best to fly over, and cut off the missile with the knife in his hand.

But the two robots took human form and rushed towards her, entangled her.

In the dazzling flames, the small RV was thrown high by the explosion.

Kurokawa's eyes widened and his pupils contracted.

Continue in the afternoon!

good afternoon!