Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

As the saying goes, life is short, and food and love cannot be let down, but on cruise ships, the food people can choose is limited.

Golden lobster, Hokkaido red-haired crab, bluefin tuna, Canadian elephant pull, at sea, seafood is always people’s first choice!

While ordering dishes, Fujiwara Morishita secretly observed Wang Xuebin and found that no matter what dishes he ordered, the expressions of the people opposite him were not at all turbulent.

Such people are either seen or are extremely proud. No matter which one they are, they make Fujiwara Morishita feel like making friends.

"Yan Jun, do you like drinking red wine or sake?"

Hearing Morishita's words, Wang Xuebin finally raised his head, raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said lightly:

"I won't drink!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin doing this, Morishita was offended without any sense of offense. Instead, he nodded in approval and praised:

"Excellent, a person who can restrain his desire to drink must be an amazing person!"

As he said that, he handed the menu in his hand to the waiter, looked up and ordered:

"Give us a pot of tea!"

Immediately, he turned his head to Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"The tea is likable, and with him, our dishes will be a little more delicious!"

Seeing Senshi talking nonsense there, Wang Xuebin chuckled and said nothing. Since the moment he saw Senshi, his purpose has been achieved.

The waiter left, and there was no other movement on the dining table except for the breathing of the two of them.

"Yan Jun..."

After a long silence, Morishita finally shouted. Seeing his hesitation, he obviously wanted to say something.

"...you...have special abilities! Right! Just now...you use special abilities in the casino!"

Morishi put one hand into his arms, and clenched his fists tightly with the other hand. He looked at Wang Xuebin with a nervous look, but he still plucked up the courage to say it out.

"Yes, I have!"

Wang Xuebin had no intention of justifying the falsehood, so he said it simply. This was a direct answer and was stunned. He couldn't wait for a long time.

In his opinion, a person with special abilities should not be hidden, for fear that others will know?

You know, he was mentally prepared for Wang Xuebin to attack, and the anus pattern token in his arms was tightly held in his hand, ready to protect himself at any time.

He didn't understand the other party's habits, but he wanted to recruit someone who had special abilities, so he had to muster up the courage to poke through this layer of window paper.

"This...this...uh..."

Looking at Wang Xuebin's disregarded expression, Morishita was speechless, and his whole stomach was stuck in his mouth and could not say anything.

"...Yan Jun is really honest!"

I didn't know what to say, Morishita was so I had to say something dryly, then thought of something and looked up and asked:

"By the way, where is Yan Jun's purpose for this trip?"

This cruise ship does not go directly to Japan from Hong Kong Island, but a global route departing from San Francisco, passing through many countries and regions, and finally arrives in Australia.

The whole journey lasted for 110 days, twenty-one national ports, no one knew when Wang Xuebin got on the ship, and of course, he didn't know where he was going.

"Kyoto, I want to go and enjoy the flowers!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Morishita immediately forgot the embarrassment he had just now and asked curiously:

"Appreciating flowers? Is it cherry blossom viewing? But the cherry blossom season is April, and it is autumn now, not a good time to appreciate flowers!"

"Sakura? Haha!"

Wang Xuebin lowered his head slightly, showed an inexplicable smile, raised his eyes and said softly:

"If there is no cherry blossom, you can enjoy the chrysanthemums. Autumn is the season for chrysanthemums to bloom, right?"

......

In a shrine in Kyoto Prefecture, the first-class Kyushu Fujiwara Shizuka, who was a witch costume, quietly knelt in the quiet room, closing her eyes to rest.

She is already a hundred years old. Although her face is still very young, her thinking and concepts have long been decayed.

A century-old career has not taught her what courage is, but has taught her to escape shameful but useful.

The last words of Miko Miko before her death were still echoing in her mind. For some reason, she had a very bad premonition in her heart, just as if Lin Yimei was traveling to the east to the Japanese country.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

"Sir, President!"

"Enter!"

The screen door was gently pushed open, and a woman in a white witch suit bowed her head and walked in with small steps.

"Sir, Kikukawa-kun can no longer contact you!"

After hearing the person coming, Fujiwara Shizuka felt a little more bad premonition.

"What about the others? What about the other forces we have deployed in Hong Kong Island now?"

“All...no contact is no longer available…”

Hearing this, Shizuka Fujiwara's heart burst into tears, and Miko Nishiro looked at her with a smile on her face, her hands and feet trembling.

"Then...what's the child of Morishita...has he...sacrificed too?"

The woman shook her head and said:

"No, no, no, Young Master Morishita is fine. He has boarded the return ship and will be back in the next two days!"

"Are you back..."

Fujiwara Shizuka murmured in her mouth, but the depression in her heart still did not relieve her. She gently closed her eyes, let out a long breath of turbid air, and slowly ordered:

"Chyoko, now you immediately instruct others to prevent them. I suspect that the man named Wang Guanlan is coming soon. Let them pay attention to it. This time the trouble is probably no less than when Lin Yimei attacked!"

"Hi!"

Hearing the president's order, Chiyoko respectfully lowered her head and said that she was three more fearful about Wang Guanlan than the president.

Only the one who is responsible for contacting Hong Kong Island forces knows best what horrifying things that Wang Guanlan has done!

......

"Dying with one knife, cutting the throat, the cause of death is simple and clear!"

Looking at this simple and neat wound, Manager Hou couldn't help but feel goose bumps on his body. Without the tempering of thousands of eight hundred people, he would definitely not be able to cut this knife!

"This...is Guanlan done it?"

Listening to Manager Hou's trembling voice, Ma Sir came over and nodded.

"The surveillance camera was taken, it was very clear. Guanlan seemed to be demonstrating. He had a horizontal knife and forty-six cases, a total of 327 people, all of whom were killed with one knife, and there was no room for resistance!"

"How could it be...he...how is this possible! This..."

Looking at the horrified Director Hou, Ma Sir shook his head gently, without saying anything, and he didn't know what to say.

He didn't think that Wang Xuebin was such a person when he killed innocent people, but if he said that he was wronged, it would be unreasonable. He had both personal evidence and physical evidence, and Wang Xuebin didn't look like a person who would be bewitched by evil spirits.

Three hundred and twenty-six people, from corporate executives to low mules in the club, men, women, young and old, without a single living mouth under the knife!

Even their police station had several Ah Sir who were usually obedient to his own affairs, which made him unable to speak a few words for Wang Xuebin!

This incident is said to have alarmed the Queen of England. It is no longer a simple murder case. It has long been classified as a terrorist attack. The situation is extremely serious.

"Ma Sir! Supervisor Hou!"

At this moment, a report came from outside the door. Ma Sir and Chief Hou both turned around and saw the very familiar figure.

"Hmm? Lin Sir! Are you discharged from the hospital?"

"Report to Ma Sir, it's okay!"

At this time, Lin Sir's face was no longer as cynical as before, and his frivolity disappeared. He looked solemn and his eyes were firm, and he was full of dew.

"Why are you here? Why don't you stay at home for two more days?"

Seeing the visitor, Ma Sir stood up straight and asked as if nothing had happened, but his poor acting skills really couldn't deceive anyone.

"I've heard about Bin...Ben Bin,"

Hearing Lin Sir's words, Ma Sir was silent. He looked at the hesitant Manager Hou beside him, then looked at Lin Sir with a cold expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked:

"What do you mean..."

After hearing this, Lin Sir took out a few photos from his arms, walked up and handed them to Sir Ma and Supervisor Hou, and explained in a deep voice:

"I have already visited the scene. In this case, the identities of these deceased people are probably not simple!"

Looking at the four-fold chrysanthemum patterns in the photo, Ma Sir and Manager Hou's expressions became serious.

"Jiuju first-class!"

"Yes, I suspect that the people killed by Brother Bin are all from Jiuju's first-class forces. I found Jiuju's first-class logo at every crime scene. I think this is definitely not a coincidence!"

"Are all three hundred people..."

There may not be many more than 300 people, but they live in all walks of life and have completely penetrated all aspects of Hong Kong Island.

The underworld, the white path, the scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, each of these 300 people win over a force, which seems inconspicuous, but once they are united, it will definitely cause social turmoil.

Seeing this, Ma Sir and others understood why Wang Xuebin was trying to kill. It was just because they encountered such a force, all their conventional methods were like a breeze blowing on their faces and could not touch the root.

It was also at this time that they truly realized what huge force Wang Xuebin was about to face.

Such a huge force can be deployed on just one Hong Kong island, what if it is in Japan?

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but lifted up.

"Ma Sir, this time the case involves Japanese friends, so I want to apply to go to Japan and conduct a joint investigation with them!"

"What? No, I don't allow it!"

Hearing Lin Sir's quiet voice, Ma Sir refused loudly without thinking.

"Guanlan and Ajiu have gone. They have all their abilities. Even if they can't avenge, they can at least get out of nothing!

What about you? What do you have?"

"I have a deep feud!"

Lin Sir also growled, his eyes turned red, and he stared at Ma Sir tightly.

"Ma Sir, every night I can dream of Weizai coming to me and asking me why he was the one who died, not me!

I also ask myself every day, why is it him who died not me?"

Lin Sir yelled while pulling open his collar, his red cheeks full of confusion and anger that he had nowhere to vent.

"Ma Sir! Weizai is dead, my best brother is dead, how many times we say that we want to live and die together is dead! I can't even find a revenge person!"

Lin Sir's words faintly cried, and the anger on his face turned into unspeakable grievances.

"Boss, we are policemen!

I know we shouldn't act on our own!

But I am also human!

I have feelings too!

Let me just watch Weizai, do nothing, I can't do it!"

As he said that, he patted the police officer's certificate and handcuffs in his arms on the instrument table, lowered his head and said firmly:

"I must go to Japan. If you don't agree, I will report to quit myself!"

Looking at Lin Sir's behavior, Ma Sir's complicated emotions were hard to express. He wanted to scold Lin Sir, but he didn't know what to scold. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

What is the difference between Lin Sir's behavior and theirs at the beginning?

"You...ah~"

Ma Sir sighed, shook his head helplessly, picked up the ID on the table, slapped it on Lin Sir's chest, and said in a low voice:

"If you resign, don't mention it again... I'll give you a holiday. If you use the excuse of taking a vacation, don't contact the official. As for the rest, it's up to you..."

That's all Ma Sir can do...

......

"This is the quiet room where Senior Brother Yimei practiced back then!"

A quiet room that is not big, a wooden table, a cloud bed, and two chairs, nothing is left.

"Why did Uncle Master remember to bring me here?"

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly and looked at the room carefully. It was very simple, but there was a faint charm hidden in it.

"hehe!"

A long-bearded Taoist wearing a somewhat faded Taoist robe waved the patina in his hand, chuckled and said calmly:

"More than nine years ago, Yimei came here, and that's what he and you are now have the same expression!"

As he said that, he shook his head and smiled again.

"Your father is a spiritual person since he was a child. Whether it is classics or practicing Taoism, he is worse than me, but your father has one thing that is not as good as mine, that is his mentality!"

He waved another whisk, walked into the room, gently touched the table, and sighed:

"Your father has a very big heart and there are many things to pretend. In his early years, his master also persuaded him because of this incident, but he never changed!

Success depends on one's heart, failure depends on one's heart. The senior brother spent his whole life and was dragged down by his heart!"

Then the Taoist priest turned his head, looked at Uncle Jiu, and said meaningfully:

"You and your father are like carved from the same mold. You haven't learned much of his talent, but you have inherited all his bad habits!

Your father is begging for death because he saw through Daotu in a disheartened state and decided to die!

What about you? Why are you begging for death?

The death aura lingered between the eyebrows, and the sad faces were as if they were rushing to go to the funeral!

What? Are you still tired of living at a young age?”

Hearing the words of Uncle Master, Uncle Jiu wanted to say something, so he opened his mouth, but just sighed, and was silent for a long time before he opened his face bitterly and said slowly.

"Uncle Master, I have no choice! My parents died, relatives died, friends died and younger generations were in prison, all because of me... I... I really don't know what to do..."