The countdown to travel, the tenth day.
Osaka City Office, the top floor conference room.
There was a long solid wood table in the conference room of more than 400 square meters, but next to the table that was enough to accommodate dozens of people, there were only six young people, five men and one woman.
Everyone was silent in formal clothes, but a young man in the last seat was cross-legged on a chair and closed his eyes to practice. He was wearing a delicate white Japanese hunting suit, with his lower body and a black hat on his head.
This outfit is a unified costume for traditional clergy and a warrior dress from the age of the Goddess family.
If this costume is nothing in the inner world, the gods' family seems a little out of place here.
A tall young man in the head of the seat sat down, his bulging muscles stretching out the black suit to make him look particularly tight.
He looked around and said slowly: "As soon as Shen Daiyun confirmed his death, there are only 10 days left before the journey. How should we explain to Uncle Jingcheng of Shen Dai?"
"There is nothing to explain. He is eager to make contributions and run to send a head," said a young man on the left. "Yunxiu, you are now in charge of the mysterious business department. You can explain to Uncle Jingcheng of Shen Dai how stupid his son is."
The strong Goddess Yunxiu frowned: "There are only seven chosen people left in the world, and now one of them is dead. I advise you to show a little sadness even if you pretend to behave."
The young man on the left shrugged: "Sorry, I can't do it, it's hard for me to treat such a stupid person as my companion."
Yunxiu Kamida waved her hand: "I won't mention this, let's discuss it first. What do you think is the identity of the murderer this time? Is it the chosen person hidden in our local time travelers, or is it done by Kyushu?"
The only woman sitting there said calmly: "It's not local, Takashima's identity must be fake."
"Why?" Yunxiu Kamiya looked at the woman named Kamiya Kongyu. The other party had long, straight black hair, and the ends of the hair were clearly angular like a blade.
Kamida Kongyu said: "Sinhua represents the Qing family, Ji Guanya represents the Lee family. The time when they bombed the shrine was too coincidental. The people in Hida Takayama were creating opportunities for them. Therefore, this should be the chosen one of the Lee family or the Qing family."
Kamiyo Yunxiu: "But why did he appear in a remote place like Shirakawago?"
Shen Dai Kongyu: "Maybe Li and Qing discovered the special feature of that little girl very early, that is, they came for this little girl."
"Can it be Qingchen?"
After closing his eyes and pondering for a while, Shen Dai Kongyu said: "Qingchen suffered humiliation and severe damage at the A02 base. After returning to the face world, he should recover from his injuries as soon as possible, contact various forces, and discuss how to rescue him. Now, he should not be able to come here to cause trouble, so I tend to be the boss of Baizhou who came here to avenge the members in person."
In the eyes of most people, Qingchen is not Bai Zhou's boss, and he cannot reach Joker's level of strength.
Sun-soo said, "Our strength on the other side was suppressed by Kunlun and Jiuzhou so much that we couldn't lift our heads. It just so happened that this boss of Bai Zhou came to the local area and must keep him here."
Shen Dai Yunwu, who was sitting on his left, said calmly: "Starting today, the six of us are divided into two groups and cannot be dispersed. He has been hunted for more than ten days and has been in a hurry. The remaining ten days are our best chance. Three people face him, and even if he has three heads and six arms, he has no chance of winning."
The strong Kamiyo Yunxiu nodded: "Well, that's what it was decided."
However, at this moment, the god Yoshiro, wearing hunting clothes, suddenly opened his eyes: "I will not participate in this arrest."
Kamiyo Yunxiu frowned: "Why?"
Shen Dai Yunluo said calmly: "I admire his courage to stand up to protect the little girl in the face of hundreds of people, which is better than everyone."
Kamida Yunxiu: "Have you forgotten your surname?"
Kamiyo Yunrao stood up and walked out of the conference room: "The direction you are following is wrong. I guess he is not in Hokkaido or Hida Takayama."
"Um?"
"If I were him, I would go back to Osaka City to kill you idiots. After all, 80% of the members of the mysterious business department went to chase him, and Osaka City was empty," Kamiyo Yunrao stood at the door and looked back at Kamiyo Yunshui: "You will hold a press conference tomorrow to calm the public opinion on the recording, right? If I were you, all sniper points within a radius of 2,600 meters must be arranged."
After saying that, Shen Dai Yunluo walked outside.
Kamida Yunxiu asked, "Where are you going? If you are alone, you will likely become his target."
Shen Dai Yunluo: "How can I catch him if I don't leave alone? Don't worry, I will kill him fairly. In addition, you should restrain your subordinates, at least not defile a nine-year-old girl. It's disgusting."
While talking, the young man in white hunting clothes walked away.
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Osaka Shinsaibashi.
This is perhaps the most prosperous place in Osaka, with tourists constantly flowing. The civilians who perform performance art are like fish in water here. Some perform magic, and some wear Spider-Man's clothes to take photos with tourists.
In this downtown city, a young man was sitting by the bridge. He was standing in front of him with a drawing board, and the pencil in his hand was graffitiing on the paper, making a rustling sound.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that the young man actually does not understand any sketching skills, and his techniques are not professional, and he does not look like a person who has learned to draw.
There is no way to express light and shadow on the painting, only simple and sharp lines outline the contours of the visitors' facial contours.
But strangely.
On average, more than a dozen tourists walked past every second, but he could remember someone's appearance at this moment. Even if the other party had already gone away, the boy could reproduce it with completely unprofessional techniques, which was not bad at all.
At this time, a couple walked by hand. When they saw the boy holding the drawing board, they smiled and asked, "Hello, how much does it cost to draw one for us?"
The boy looked up and smiled, "A 'portrait' is 10,000 yen, two people are counted as 15,000 for you, is it okay?"
The couple looked at each other and the price seemed a bit expensive, but they all came. The girl happily said, "Then you draw one for us."
"Thank you!" said the young man with a smile: "It's not like you don't have money."
He took out the blade and lightly cut the tip of the pen, then looked at the couple and lowered his head to paint.
The couple felt a little strange. The painter usually does not need to repeatedly observe the appearance of the object of copying, determine the proportion, determine the light and shadow, determine the outline, etc.
But the young painter just glanced at them and remembered them all?
The boy was curious and walked around to the front of the drawing board, but saw the boy outline the two of them just counting. With just a few magical strokes, the boy was sure that he and his girlfriend were indeed drawing.
This is a pixel-level sketch.
However, at this moment, seven or eight young men in black suits walked by quickly, wearing golden brooches on their chests, which was the symbol of the mysterious business unit.
When these people passed by, passers-by avoided them.
The boy suddenly stopped his brush and said to the girl and the boy: "Sorry, wait for me for a while, 27 seconds."
As he said that, he followed the mysterious business unit from behind with the pencil in his hand.
Boys, girls just looked at them in surprise.
The next moment, the boy jumped forward and pierced the tip of the pencil in his hand straight through the neck and carotid artery of a member of the mysterious business unit.
But the boy did not stop, his figures intertwined, and in just a few breaths, he killed all the members of the mysterious business unit, all lying in a pool of blood.
The speed of killing was so fast that even the tourists on Shinsai Bridge did not react.
When he slowly walked back to the painting board and sat down, the tourists around him started screaming.
The boy wiped the tip of the pen with a napkin, looked up and grinned at the couple, "Sorry, I'll draw it right away."
The couple noticed that the boy killed eight people, and the tip of the pencil he used as a weapon was still intact.
The two of them trembled, and they watched the boy draw, get up and kill people, come back to draw, flowing.
But what they remember most was the 27 seconds that the boy said, the time with zero and complete, and extremely confident.
The tourists screamed and fled behind them, but the two of them stood there and dared not move.
The boy sighed: "Sorry, I might have scared you. This painting is for free, and I will give you the drawing board."
As he said that, he got up and handed out the drawing board. The couple had already been painted on the white paper, almost exactly the same as himself.
The couple looked at the drawing board and were speechless. They couldn't imagine why they could come back so calmly after killing people. Who is this person?!
How can you be so calm?
Wait, they suddenly felt that the boy looked familiar... Isn't that a Takashima wanted by the mysterious business unit?!
The couple suddenly looked up, but found that the boy had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there, and everything here had nothing to do with him.
At the same time, the hacker who had disappeared for a day appeared again. This time, what she released was not a new recording, but all accounts kept browsing a sentence: "I'm back, are the dirty mysterious business units ready to bear the price?"
This sentence continued to spread, and even the murder case on Shinsaibashi was filmed and spread.
Chapter completed!