Just as Wei Ran and the woman named Jia were testing each other in the first-class cabin at an altitude of 10,000 meters, Nagasaki, which was far from reaching the highest temperature in history, was about to start another test.
Under the fiery red sunset, a blond girl was pulling her suitcase and looking at the navigation on her phone, wandering around a shrine.
This girl who nominally came to Tokyo to study from Wuklan was code-named Kangaroo in the Hella organization.
Originally, her only mission was to integrate into this country and start a new life here. At most, she could only provide help in emergencies to those companions who were destined to never see each other again.
But she didn't expect that just when she arrived in Tokyo, just rented a house, and was just about to start a new life with her half-baked Japanese, she would get an urgent task - to come to Nagasaki and make friends. Once again, she would
The mobile phone page switched from the navigation to the daily photos of a mixed-race girl and took a look at her appearance. The girl whose code name was Kangaroo switched back to the navigation software, gradually shortening the distance between the two parties.
Soon, she saw a girl carrying a suitcase like her at the corner of the long steps leading directly to the shrine not far away.
However, compared to the kangaroo's pretended anxiety, the girl sitting on the steps and dialing the phone over and over again was obviously about to collapse.
After looking around, Kangaroo deleted the photos on his phone first, then stopped a random old lady who was passing by, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hello, do you know English" in a deliberately mixed English?
?I need help, I'm lost."
Not surprisingly, the only thing that the old lady, who might have survived the nuclear explosion by chance, could do was to lift her stooped waist and wave her arms towards the kangaroo.
hand.
"Hello, you speak English... What's wrong with you? Do you need help?" After the old lady walked away, the kangaroo naturally approached Kano Mika, who was calling over and over again but no one answered the phone, and expressed concern.
She first asked her question in English with a slight accent, and then asked her again in Japanese that was even stranger than her actual situation. At the same time, she did not forget to hand a tissue to the girl whose face was full of panic and despair.
Chinatsu Kano.
In contrast, another girl codenamed Dandelion who was also sent for recruitment by the HeLa organization had it much easier. At this time, she was accompanying her new friend Rin Kitao, whom she met at the comic exhibition some time ago.
In a handicraft store located in the center of Osaka, people were chatting and laughing while selecting products.
In Paris, France, in Europe, North America, and even in Oceania, members of the apparently HeLa organization are also engaging in discussions on the Internet around the topic of "man-eating Wendigos."
Having an unbridled carnival.
But in Palau, where Wei Ran had already left, the Shota Izakaya was filled with the strong smell of blood, and the ringtone of the mobile phone rang over and over again.
On the small wooden stage stained with blood, Kano Mikika's father covered the kitchen knife stabbed into his abdomen with his hand, and picked up a photo stained red with blood with a trembling hand.
In this photo, nuclear recruitment pilot Kano Jiro and his uncle Kano Akira are holding each other's shoulders and standing next to a Nine-Nine Ship Bomber. On their faces, they all have arrogant and confident smiles, as if
They were confident that the battle in which they were betting on the fate of the country would not fail.
Letting the photo slip from his fingers, the middle-aged man, who was over fifty, glanced at the bar in the distance and the mobile phone he had left behind on the bar, and finally slowly closed his eyes.
After an extraordinarily long three hours, Kano Mikika, who was in Nagasaki but couldn't contact his family at all and had nowhere to go, finally met Ukoran, who was also an international student but could not speak Japanese and was lost.
Under the warm invitation, I grabbed my suitcase and decided to spend a night at the resort hotel rented by the latter.
In Osaka, Rin Kitao, who had already returned home, was playing online games with her new friends she met at the comic exhibition as usual, and communicated through voice chat about her plans to attend the comic exhibition in the next city in two days.
Of course, for Shota Izakaya, three hours is enough time for everyone in the house to bleed dry.
As for Wei Ran, he finally ended this extraordinarily long flight. He followed the woman named Jia Ya and was the first to leave the stationary cabin.
"Where is my eldest nephew?" Jia Ya asked Brother Yang who was waiting in the corridor to pick him up at the airport. She also threw a small travel bag to him.
"He ran away"
Brother Yang took Jia Ya's travel bag and threw it on his shoulder. He greeted Wei Ran politely first, and then explained as he walked out, "Before you got on the plane, he boarded the flight back home."
After saying that, Brother Yang looked like Wei Ran again, "The second son asked me to tell you that Xia Shushi will fly back to China directly, but even if it is the fastest, it will be the day after tomorrow. He originally wanted to come to pick him up, but his radiator
There is a slight leak, so I went back to fix the radiator first."
"You are really a young man from a rich family," Wei Ran joked with a smile, "This is the first time I heard that you can still use a heater in the summer."
"The radiator in my grandnephew's house is connected to his brain stem. It's normal for water to leak."
After Jia Ya finished speaking, she winked at Brother Yang, who immediately took off the gun from his waist and handed it to him. Then he picked up Jia Ya's luggage bag and ran to the airport pick-up port at a faster pace.
"Can you use it?" Jia Ya asked, shaking the Glock pistol still fixed in the quick-draw holster.
"No" Wei Ran shook his head decisively. "Take it, the Philippines is not as peaceful as China."
Jia Ya said, having already forced the pistol and holster to Wei Ran, and then walked forward and said, "Originally, I should have introduced you to my boss, but you gave me the feeling that you are too dangerous, so
I took it upon myself not to let you meet."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Can I ask a question?" Wei Ran said as he walked behind the other party with great interest.
"ask"
"Who is your boss? Who do you work for?" "My boss?"
Jia Ya smiled and said, "My boss is just an ordinary layman who is obsessed with worshiping Buddha. As for me, I naturally work for my boss."
After saying that, Jia Ya stopped and said, "Okay, I will send you here. Keep going. Brother Yang will help you complete the customs later, and then take you to the ancient city of Vigan and your daughter.
Meeting friends."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran paused, stopped next to Jia Ya and asked, "Do you want me to hand over the gift I gave you?"
"Send it to this address." Jia Ya showed a gentle smile and took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Wei Ran, "I wish you a happy stay in Vigan."
"Thank you for your blessings, Miss Jia Ya. Goodbye." After Wei Ran said that, he took the business card and walked towards the airport alone.
"Goodbye, Mr. Wei Ran."
Behind her, Jia Ya said goodbye softly, and at the same time, she rubbed her somewhat uncomfortable wrist without any trace.
Under the leadership of Brother Yang, Wei Ran once again completed the immigration procedures like a fool, but then he was sent into a small helicopter by the former without even leaving the airport.
"Mr. Wei, this helicopter will take you directly to Vigan." Outside the cabin, Brother Yang opened the door and said, "When you arrive, a driver will take you to the hotel."
"Thank you for causing trouble!"
Wei Ran said, and handed the pistol that Jia Ya had just given him to Brother Yang outside the cabin, "But forget it, we are just tourists here for fun, so we don't need it at all."
"Well, see you later!" Brother Yang said, taking the pistol and helping Wei Ran close the hatch.
It wasn't until the helicopter hovered into the sky that Wei Ran took out the business card Jia Ya had just given him from his pocket.
On one side of this bright red business card, a large tree with lush leaves and petals is outlined in golden lines. On one side of the big tree, in addition to "Jiaya" written in gold and a mobile phone number, there is also a phone number in Manila.
But there is nothing else besides the address. On the other side of the business card, eight small words "The branches are flourishing and the fallen leaves return to their roots" are written in vigorous writing.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran put the big red business card into his wallet, then closed his eyes, relieving himself of the experience he had just experienced on the plane.
The fatigue of testing each other with Jia Ya.
After more than an hour of noisy flight, when he left the cabin dragging his small luggage and tired body, a small man with a very Southeast Asian appearance immediately spoke in Chinese with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent,
Led him to a high-end morning car.
"Wei Xiansen, we are about 20 minutes away from the hotel by car. The handbag on the seat next to you is a small gift for your girlfriend." The little man paused for a moment and continued to ask politely, "
Please fasten your seat belt, we are about to leave."
"Let's go, please." Wei Ran nodded with a smile, and then casually took out a black gift box from the paper bag beside him.
Although it has not been opened, the vague fragrance is obviously the same as the perfume Jia Ya wears. There is even a sticky note on the box with the Chinese characters " Sui Sui " written on it.
.
A joke was actually taken seriously... Wei Ran muttered secretly and put the gift box he just picked up back into his handbag.
