The principal also had such considerations. He hummed but did not agree with Ichiro Sakai's words.
The dark red phone ring not far away was already ringing. The harsh ding-ding-ding sound made the two of them confused.
Sakai Ichiro's face paled slightly. He knew the general's habits and didn't like to answer the phone in the middle of the night. Who is so brave and dares to call the principal at this time? This is because he doesn't want to live anymore.
The principal's frown made Ichiro Sakai take a step back. Only when he heard the footsteps walking towards the direction of the phone did he finally heave a sigh of relief and look up in the direction of the phone.
I couldn't hear what was said, but Ichiro Sakai felt that the situation had changed. The principal's face was undergoing drastic changes, from the slight smile at the beginning to the pale face now.
The moment he hung up the phone, his extremely cold face made Ichiro Sakai shiver from the cold.
The rising and falling of his chest made Ichiro Sakai dare not say a word, but he slowly lowered his head and waited for the coming anger.
"Notify the Military Police Headquarters and the Kyoto Police Station that I will find him back even if I dig three feet under the ground." The sound that shook the ceiling made Ichiro Sakai dare not ask any more questions. He could only lower his head and turn around in a hurry.
leave.
But he was very confused as to what happened to make the General so angry.
He hurriedly closed the door, and faintly heard the general's roar in the room: "Bagaya road, you won't let go of the toilet either."
Toilet, could it be that Zhou Weiguo blew up the toilet? He was not so wicked, right?
Ichiro Sakai asked Ono to notify the military police commander and the Kyoto Police Department, and he asked the driver to take him to school regardless of his fatigue.
Before he got to school, there was a stench, just like the feeling of someone smearing feces on his face, which made him feel nauseous and even made him want to vomit.
The piercing sound of firefighting erupted with each other. His car could no longer enter the school, but the closer he got to the school, the thicker the smell enveloped him.
Finally unable to hold it back, he vomited for a while and grabbed a firefighter who was running towards the school and asked, "What happened?"
Seeing that it was a colonel, the soldier stopped and saluted respectfully, "Your Excellency, Colonel, there was an explosion in the toilet of the Military Academy."
"Baga." After letting the soldiers leave, Sakai Ichiro clenched his fists and cursed, looking at the sky illuminated by the fire caused by the explosion and uttering words for a long time; "I will never let you go."
At dawn, Zhou Weiguo put on a set of clothes, put on a fake beard, deliberately made his backpack smell bad, and deliberately took out a set of beggar's clothes that he picked up from the ground not long ago.
After putting it on, he made his thighs and other things dirty until they looked ugly, then he crawled out and fell to the ground, pretending to be a beggar and moving forward step by step.
In this outfit, Zhou Weiguo estimated that no one would take a second look at him if he met patrolling police or something else.
"I heard that the toilet at the Military Academy exploded yesterday. It seemed that the methane exploded, causing a violent explosion." A passerby stopped to chat, which made Zhou Weiguo slow down and listen.
He looked back slightly and saw that the person speaking was a decently dressed man, while the other person was wearing a traditional kimono.
But the fat man in kimono looked unbelieving; "You also believe this? If there is really a methane explosion, all the people from the Kyoto Police Department and Military Police Headquarters can enter the city to enforce martial law. I heard that a brigade of troops from outside the city has come in."
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"You mean, this explosion was not an accident, but someone did it deliberately." The man in the suit said with a look of surprise on his face.
"Who knows, anyway, we are just watching the fun, just don't get involved."
You are so stingy, I blew up a toilet, and you actually used the military police and the police, but also the field troops outside the city. You are trying to cast a dragnet to kill me.
Zhou Weiguo felt very angry.
The shouts in the distance brought Zhou Weiguo back to his senses. Several policemen, accompanied by military policemen carrying rifles, came over and were holding the portraits and asking questions.
Seeing this, Zhou Weiguo quickly crawled forward slowly under his head.
As he was about to approach those people, he boldly stretched out his broken bowl and raised his head. His scruffy beard and dirty hair made him no longer a spirited young man, but a poor man who had been ruined by this society.
"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten for three days." The hoarse voice and the helpless eyes made people feel pitiful, and at the same time, the stench emitted made people feel disgusting.
The policemen didn't even look at Zhou Weiguo. They turned around and walked towards the two people who had just spoken.
I can be considered an expert in the field of disguise. I am by your side, but you cannot detect my existence. Zhou Weiguo thought to himself for a while and slowly crawled forward to ask for money.
After climbing for more than two hours, the money in this broken bowl actually increased. Zhou Weiguo finally figured out one thing. Why are there so many people in the future who want money? Oh, this is how he can make a fortune.
It cost a lot of money, but the constant rubbing of his legs on the ground really made Zhou Weiguo feel that it was not a problem to continue like this.
But the problem is, Kyoto is currently under martial law. What kind of identity can I use to show up without attracting the other party's attention?
Puff puff... The sound of dragging from the ground made Zhou Weiguo look sideways, and several policemen and military policemen opened the manhole cover of the sewer.
Immediately afterwards, a military policeman wrapped a hemp rope around his waist and jumped down with the help of several policemen.
This is going to take a lot of digging. It seems that I can't pretend for a few more days. Maybe tomorrow this group of people will even interrogate beggars.
This is not a problem. We need to find a proper solution quickly.
Zhou Weiguo thought as he crawled forward to think of something. After all, pretending to be a beggar was not a long-term solution.
Why don't you go hide somewhere on Yamada Island for a few days?
Forget it, that guy might be under surveillance at the moment. Besides, he has already helped me a lot, so there is no need to drag him in.
Zhou Weiguo felt that this was inappropriate and shook his head and changed his mind.
Go to the slums? Pull them down. The Kyoto military police and even field troops are involved. Maybe door-to-door inspections are being carried out there. It has not been stable in the past.
I went to see the people from the Fuxing Society. When Tian Jing left, I told them the contact location and asked them to help.
Forget it, this could easily expose them.
After thinking of five or six ways in a row, Zhou Weiguo finally rejected them all.
The more he thought about how he had no recourse, Zhou Weiguo's teeth itched in anger and he thought to himself: "If you don't give me a way to survive, then everyone will stop living and wait until I blow you up tonight, or something like that."
