"We are Public Security Section 6, a national department responsible for extraordinary events. Please stand still and don't move. We don't mean any harm."
The leader, a man in a suit with chestnut hair, pointed a pistol at Wang Quan with one hand and his ID with the other hand, with a serious expression.
Wang Quan glanced at the certificate in his hand.
The name above is Kenchi Ichiro.
But so what, Wang Quan couldn't understand what he said.
He picked his ears and said, "Can you speak Chinese? I don't understand, brother."
"Chinese?"
Opposite me, Kenchi Ichiro frowned.
This is troublesome. If it were an extraordinary person from that country, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to deal with it so easily.
Seeing that they were still pointing their guns at him, Wang Quan thought for a while and said something in Japanese with a serious expression:
"Ulu drags slowly, 真実がある."
After finishing speaking, Wang Quan wanted to give himself a thumbs up when he looked at the confused group of people in black suits!
You should get started with Japanese!
"Nani expands the category?"
Next to Ichiro Kenike, a green guy wrote "I'm very unhappy" with his face written all over his face, "Section Chief, is he playing tricks on us? He must be!"
"Search! Please let me teach him a lesson!"
Kenchi Ichiro looked serious and nodded, "Well, don't go too far."
"Don't worry, Section Chief!" Lu Mao flexed his wrist and grinned, "I will be careful not to kill him."
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
He didn't understand what the other party said, but he felt the malice.
In the end, we still have to fight.
He crossed his fingers.
The green hair's smile became more and more ferocious.
He made a few mudras and shouted something.
Then Wang Quan saw a transparent flaming monster suddenly appear behind him and slowly fall on him.
Then the green guy put on a pair of gloves with a fire-retardant coating, lit up flames on his hands, and rushed towards Wang Quan!
The next second, he flew back at ten times the speed and directly smashed a car!
Kenchi Ichiro turned around sharply and saw that the little green-haired limbs were twisted into strange shapes, and all the bones in his body were probably broken.
He has lost consciousness now.
The man opposite him now had a pack of cigarettes in his hand.
Seven Star cigarettes.
The man opposite lit one and took a sip, then frowned and said something.
"Hybrid type? What's the difference between it and absorbent paper?"
Wang Quan looked down upon it, but did not throw it away.
After all, his own bag and a half of soda was soaked in water and became damp and could not be smoked.
However, he prefers the domestic flue-cured tobacco type to the mixed type (good boy, don’t smoke).
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he put his hands in his pockets, looked at the group of black suits in front of him, and said with a smile: "Can I have someone who can communicate? By the way, if you continue to point guns at me, then I will kill you all.
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What responded to him was a volley of flames from the muzzle.
Wang Quan didn't move at all.
It neither blocked it with an air wall nor made its body invulnerable.
He just stood and was shot into a honeycomb, and then all the bullets were squeezed out of the wounds, and then the wounds healed.
"Humph, it seems that I don't intend to communicate properly."
Wang Quan held the cigarette between his fingers and blew out two streams of smoke from his nostrils.
Then he flicked the cigarette butt on his finger, and the whole person disappeared.
Two seconds later, the cigarette butt fell to the ground.
Except for Wang Quan, there is no one standing here anymore.
Wang Quan returned to where he was and stamped out his cigarette butts, still holding four or five wallets in his hand.
The total amount inside is about 200,000 yen.
"A bunch of poor people."
Wang Quan stuffed the banknotes and coins into his pocket, then threw his wallet to the ground.
"Then, Kana (bye)~"
He soared into the sky and flew towards Tokyo.
Then he saw a missile in the distance rushing towards him with a long tail flame.
Wang Quan glanced at it, grabbed the missile, and threw it back.
Following the explosion at the military base, Wang Quan broke through the sound barrier and disappeared above the clouds.
He was going to find a random gangster on the road, and then use the black and red mist to turn him into an idiot, while absorbing his Japanese skills.
Then, find a place to sleep and get ready.
Of course, there is also the day to spend.
If you really change your body after 24 hours, you must inform the little girl in advance of some precautions.
Save yourself the next time you change it and find that you have been launched into outer space.
Isn't that nonsense?
............
In the open space by Tokyo Bay, Kenchi Ichiro moved for a moment, then took out his satellite phone and dialed the internal emergency contact.
"The intelligence is wrong. The opponent is not a human being, nor a ghost or a monster, but a strange, suspected... intelligent being! Public Security Section 6... except me and Feng Jianye, were all wiped out.
"A conservative estimate is that it's an S-level weird thing!"
Putting down the phone and sitting next to the car, looking at the dead people on the ground, Kenchi Ichiro couldn't help but light up a cigarette.
"A weird and intelligent person...killed the entire Public Security Section 6 in one encounter...are you from that country in the west..."
There are no intelligent weirdos in this world; weirdos are all "natural phenomena" that act according to certain logic.
This is the consensus of the whole world.
Forget it, I don’t think about it anymore, let’s go back and let the adults above have a headache.
Kenchi Ichiro's only problem now is how to rebuild the Sixth Public Security Course.
Almost all the auxiliary personnel of Public Security Section 6 have been wiped out.
Feng Jianye's bones were broken all over his body, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover.
Now it seems that the only solution is to recall the "spirit control envoys" scattered across the country.
Gee, that’s really troublesome.
............
Mochizuki Rin felt like she was dreaming.
Her school career has never been so comfortable.
Harumoto Ayako and the others did not come to class today, but took sick leave on the pretext of being sick.
No one bullies me in school anymore.
The attitude of the group of classmates who had always ignored me also changed.
In the past they ignored themselves, but now they are afraid of themselves.
Although I don't know why, when I looked over, their eyes were evasive and they didn't dare to look at me.
Although it is still cold violence, this feeling is at least much better than before.
The shoe cabinet is also free of all kinds of mischievous bugs and glue.
The teacher's attitude also improved, and he even greeted me.
Even the principal asked me how my day was, and whether I wanted to be a disciplinary committee member or run for student president.
Mochizuki Rin rejected them all.
However, the principal said that in order to integrate into the group, he still planned to make himself a class representative for a subject.
It looks like a Chinese class?
But the foreign teacher hasn't come yet, and I have to wait until that gentleman (teacher) comes before I can officially become the class representative.
But in order to be able to connect with the other party, I have to start learning Chinese.
Everything is getting better.
Except... the devil.
Yes, she can still see those ghosts asking "Can you see me?"
She could only pretend not to see anything as usual.
It would be great if we could exchange bodies.
That way you will have the ability to fight against evil spirits.
When she got home, she deliberately ignored the various evil spirits that appeared at home again, prepared a notebook and started writing notes.
Although I know the possibility is very small, if I can continue to exchange bodies...
Be sure to tell that "Mr. Crazy Man" what he cannot do!
Time passes little by little.
Finally, it was midnight again.
Lying on the bed, Mochizuki Rin opened her eyes, waved her hand, and black and red mist accompanied by bloody ink filled the entire apartment.
Obviously, Mochizuki Rin's body has been swapped with Wang Quan's again.
The evil spirits and ghosts in the room were swept away, and Wang Quan stood up and stretched.
As a result, he found that he was actually well-dressed?
Tsk, this little bitch caused my uncle to die in Tokyo Bay, and in the end he was not even willing to give any benefits?
So he untied his clothes, pushed his bra to his collarbone, rubbed his trembling body, and sat down at the desk to see if JK had left any message.
Sure enough, there was a neatly laid out notebook there.
While rubbing his body with his left hand, he opened the book with his right hand.
After "surprise training" from the gangsters, Wang Quan can now understand Japanese.
The first sentence after opening the book is:
【Prohibition No. 1! Don’t rub your body!】
Wang Quan smiled slightly and kneaded the dough more vigorously.