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“”Pa! Pa!!”

He slapped himself twice.

Calm down!

Calm down…

Long Yuanxiang felt ashamed of his inexplicable fear.

A few words could scare him into this state.

There was no need to solve the troubles of the old man and others.

Just run away like a stray dog.

Having said that.

But Long Yuanxiang didn’t want to look at the notebook anymore.

With a gloomy face, he put away the notebook, the admission notice, and a few large bills.

“them”……

How dare they do it… just a bunch of old guys who are huddled together for warmth. They don’t even want to let go of a few old bones.

He suddenly felt that maybe he wasn’t a scumbag.

He wasn’t qualified enough. The one who was really qualified to be a scumbag was……

“them……”

After repeating this word involuntarily, Ryuen Sho finally calmed down.

So, they are?

The real target of the Fujiwara family?

Good.

With a gloomy face, he sent a message on a special plane.

By the way, he connected the surveillance camera on his chest button directly to Fujiwara.

He was not a reckless person.

He knew that”they” must be a���Weaving.

A powerful organization.

If a person goes to face such a black-hearted organization, the outcome will not be very good.

On the other side.

Fujiwara Motogo, the elder brother of Fujiwara Tadashi.

He is also the father of the three Fujiwara Chika sisters.

At this moment, he looked at the special plane presented by the secretary with some surprise.

Fujiwara Tadashi is a provincial minister after all, so it is natural that he will not contact Ryuen Sho directly.

If Fujiwara Motogo was not interested, Ryuen Sho’s call would at most be made to a senior official of an organization under his command.

After all.

What Fujiwara cares about is never Ryuen Sho, but Ayanokouji.

However.

After taking the special plane and taking a look at it, his face changed.

The words such as human experiments, dozens of lives, and behind-the-scenes organizations made Fujiwara Motogo frown.

This little brat is really good at causing trouble.

This matter is very troublesome at first glance.

Because those who dare to do such things are either top dignitaries, foreign institutions, or multinational organizations.

Moreover, since he dared to do this, he must have taken care of everything.

Want to take someone else’s cake?

He couldn’t help rubbing his brows with a headache.

Forget it.

Let the younger brother of the provincial minister of his family worry about this matter.

At the same time,

Fujiwara Tadashi, who was in talks with Toshio Moroboshi, was having a headache because of the slickness of the man opposite him.

Toshio Moroboshi, deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

He is the real second-in-command of the Metropolitan Police Department system.

The Japanese government belongs to the system of separation of military and political affairs.

Therefore, for Japanese politicians, the Metropolitan Police Department system is a violent agency that must be held in the palm of their hands.

But who doesn’t know the confrontation between Ayanokouji and Fujiwara?

So the Metropolitan Police Department has never expressed a clear attitude towards the two.

It just had a few experiences of flirting with Fujiwara, who has a strong foundation.

But now…

I personally poured a cup of tea for Toshio Moroboshi, and observed the second-in-command of the Metropolitan Police Department who was smiling from beginning to end without making a sound.

In the past, it was vaguely apparent that the Metropolitan Police Department was more inclined towards Fujiwara.

Now, it seems to be calm and composed, as if it is watching a fight between two tigers from a mountain.

Has he already joined Ayanokouji?

No.

Probably not.

He was just about to say a few words to ease the atmosphere.

But their private phones rang at the same time.

Their faces changed. They glanced at each other.

Fujiwara Tadafusa received a tricky news, that the long-haired kid seemed to be in trouble.

Moroboshi Toshio, however, heard good news, that traces of the murderer who blew up the suspension bridge on the water in Hatsukaichi were found.

Where is he?

“A visible cult?”*2

……

……

The rain stopped.

Long Yuanxiang wrapped himself tightly.

Under the coat, a weapon similar to a crowbar could be vaguely seen.

Looking at the sky, which was still gloomy and dark, it was just like Long Yuanxiang’s mood at the moment.

Bored and heavy.

A group of old things that cause trouble to others…

He didn’t think that he could make the old man and others stop on their way by himself. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

You can understand it by looking at the notebook.

The old man and others are probably trapped. (bice)

But it is impossible for him to sit at home and wait for news.

He took a taxi back to the visual teaching station.

Outside the car window.

The pedestrians were busy and hurried, so Long Yuanxiang reached out to hold the crowbar.

His palms were sweaty.

Obviously not as calm as he showed.

In his mind.

The old man…

No.

The horror of the monster grinding his teeth in his ears was vaguely echoing.

He could never let go of the reason.

The weirdness in it was not a simple human experiment.

I’m afraid it’s something more sinister and more terrifying…

But it’s impossible to ask Long Yuanxiang to explain it specifically.

He was also confused.

We’ve arrived. He slowly lingered in the car, but his eyes were fixed on the station.

The door is open.[]

The passers-by didn’t seem to be unusual.

Even the lights seemed to be on inside the cult.

It wasn’t as dark and gloomy as Ryuen Sho had initially thought.

He tightened his grip on the door handle as if he was relieved, and just as he was about to open the door, his expression suddenly froze.

No! Don’t come! Go! Child! Listen to me!

Go quickly!!

“Click……”

He tightly grasped the handle, and even his breathing was a little difficult.

Who!?

The old man?

It should be…

The voice was indeed the old man. Did he hear something?

He tentatively asked the driver in the car, but he didn’t notice anything unusual.

Hearing something?

It must be an auditory hallucination…

He opened the door and got out of the car.

The difference was also smelled by the sensitive Long Yuanxiang.

Cold.

Very cold.

This season should belong to the transition between summer and autumn, and it won’t be too hot.

But it’s not cold to this extent.

Especially, Long Yuanxiang was wrapped in a coat…

The cold air seemed to be blown out from the door of the cult.

Different from ordinary cold wind.

The cold air was more piercing.

There was something inexplicable.

Grandson!

My grandson!

Grandma is here to find you!

Come to grandma!

Come and merge with grandma!

Haha…

I want to see that child go to school!

I want to adopt that child as my adopted son!

Let me go back!

Let me go back!!

It’s not too late!

Child, turn back now!!

In his ears.

The crazy whispers were like a poison that corrodes the bones.

With every step closer to the visible door, the madness in his ears deepened.

His pace slowed down.

Long Yuanxiang put it in his arms and held the crowbar tighter.

Ghost thing…

Actually, it really exists…

This world is so strange.

So strange that it’s scary.

So strange that it’s chilling.

But…

turn back? At the corners of his mouth, a hint of rebelliousness gradually rose.

At the wings of his nose, the hot breath seemed to arrive as promised.

His heart, the pounding blood began to churn.

Such a magnificent and strange realm.

How could he turn back?

……