Chapter 109, Fork in the Road

late at night.

The rain was heavy, like a river from heaven releasing its floodwaters.

As the night deepened, the situation became more and more out of control, and people couldn't help but wonder whether a flood would occur.

The clock tower in Tokyo Square was swaying. The hour hand had basically stopped at '3', and the minute hand was slowly moving at a speed of one line per second.

The rain is getting heavier.

The raindrops collided with each other in mid-air, some scattered, some gathered together, becoming larger and larger. When they finally hit the ground, there was a loud "bang bang bang" sound, like falling objects from a high altitude.

Somewhat scary.

The minute hand continues to move...

bang bang bang...

The crackling sound of the rain seemed to have no break.

Finally, the minute hand passed '12' and the hour hand officially stopped at the number '3'.

At this moment, the heavy rain suddenly became something like a flat surface, like the snow on the roof sliding down and falling to the ground with a plop, splashing everywhere.

Then the rain began to subside within a few seconds, with only a trickle of water mist floating in the air.

Two minutes later, the dark clouds dispersed, and an exceptionally bright crescent moon hung overhead, looking exceptionally close.

The sky is full of stars.

The sparrow hiding in the branches looked up in confusion, and then began to peck at its feathers half-knowingly.

"It's no use apologizing. Once you're on the battlefield, when you get a chance to apologize, it will be your last words! Go out and find someone now! They're short of help! Run! Run like a horse!"

Under a high-rise building, a woman with beautiful eyebrows pointed outside the door.

Several men in black suits were jogging past the elevator door. They were all in a hurry and wearing black windbreakers.

Vehicles kept rushing out of the exit of the underground garage. They were just like rhinos charging on the rampage, crushing the puddles on the road so that they could not close, dragging the roar of the engines away, and not paying any attention to the traffic warning of "slow down when it rains".

Even so, after reaching the fork in the road, these people dispersed in an extremely neat and orderly manner, spreading to every street in Tokyo.

The Japanese are very organized, even to the point of being rigid.

The area each of their vehicles is responsible for has been determined before they set out. All they have to do is reach the designated area within the specified time and complete the mission objectives.

Such teams are still setting out continuously, and their scale is huge, like a legion in the dark that is quietly spreading a large net, invisibly covering the city.

Everyone works together in a division of labor, as precisely as an automated machine.

……

At this moment, at a street intersection in Tokyo.

There is a 32-story star hotel here.

But due to weather reasons, the hotel is closed at the moment and it is pitch dark inside.

In the absolute darkness, a red light lit up. It was the indicator light of an elevator.

The elevator door opened, and the shadow walked into the pitch-black darkness. Except for the slight sound of the sea breeze in the air, there was only deathly silence.

Footsteps sounded.

That is the sound of wooden clogs.

The figure slowly walked out of the elevator, the wind on the rooftop blew up his red kimono and lifted up his long hair that was not tied up behind his head.

He walked in the wind, step by step towards the edge of the rooftop. The lights of the shops on the street suddenly lit up, and the scenery below became clear.

The figure came to the edge of the rooftop, slowly put the red umbrella in his hand aside, and then sat down.

Behind me are the dark rooftop tiles.

In front of me was an empty sky a hundred meters high.

A black shadow was sitting on the railing of the rooftop, his face illuminated by the yellow and white lights from below. His curves were straight, just like the beautiful Greek boys carved out of white marble in the Parthenon. From a certain side he looked feminine and charming, but from another angle he looked like a child, a lost, helpless child who was lost alone.

He supported his arms on both sides, looked up at the moon, and the wooden clogs on his feet swayed in the air a hundred meters high. He looked like a boy who came to see the stars.

No rush at all.

The streets gradually began to become lively.

Several black Hummers stopped on the side of the road, and more than a dozen men in suits and windbreakers rushed out from the back seats, all of them with strong build.

They stood neatly on the roadside, but did not take the next step.

Only one of the men silently took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Somewhere further away.

Below the red and green indicator lights, a girl in a red and white witch costume was standing there, holding a child-sized rag doll in her arms, with a long red sword tied around her waist.

Dark red hair is very rare in Neon, it is slightly damp, and a few strands in front of the forehead stick to the side of the face.

The girl looked at the crossroads anxiously, tears streaming down her face.

Those eyes were empty and unfocused, yet there was obvious emotion revealed in them.

It's a contradictory combination.

Not long after, a speeding black Land Rover came rushing over, its wide tires making a harsh noise as they rubbed against the ground.

On the rooftop.

The young man in red finally lowered his head, and his sleepy eyes quietly watched the man who got off the black Land Rover. He watched him anxiously run to the girl and squat down, carefully escorting the girl into the car, and then the vehicle drove away.

The Land Rover restarted and went further and further...

"Is this the person you found to replace me, brother?"

It was as if ghosts were whispering in the air.

The shadow's eyes continued to follow the car until it could no longer be seen, and he was still looking in that direction.

After a long time,

The shadow finally withdrew his gaze.

He looked up, the moonlight sprinkled on that handsome face. His originally childish eyes now had a hint of madness and charm. He suddenly smiled, and at that moment it seemed as if the moon had dimmed a little, as if its color had been taken away by him.

He looked up and spoke to the air.

"I want to kill someone again, Zhuojun."

...

...

“Why is it so rich?”

Early in the morning, Zhuo saw a table full of delicious food, but they were all Japanese dishes. However, since they were prepared by Ling, they were naturally as delicious as always.

"Is there anything you don't like to eat?"

Zero responded with an objection.

There is actually no answer.

"A lot, such as onions, ginger, sterilized raw eggs, natto..."

"I know you only like the taste of the ingredients, not the ingredients themselves."

"That's it."

Although Zhuo is a picky eater, he is definitely easy to feed. Basic carbohydrates can satisfy him.

Final Thoughts

I'm very easy to take care of.

"So... why is it so rich so early in the morning?"

"..." Ling held the small bowl, picked up a small piece of rice with chopsticks and put it into his mouth: "...Because I don't know what gift to give you."

Calm tone.

"Oh, I understand."

Hearing this, Ling looked up at him, took out a pillow from behind him, and pushed it towards him silently.

A light blue pillow without any pattern.

Ok.

but……

…Would a normal person consider a pillow as a gift?
Oh, I'm not normal either, that's okay.

　Thanks to brother Luo-Leiyun for the monthly ticket.

　　----

　　I've been coughing a lot lately, and my daily routine is a mess.

　　Alas, they are all excuses.

　　Then code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)