Chapter 82: Failed Man's One-Day Trip to Tokyo
"As expected...even cultured people would want to be gigolos?"

Ke Mingye looked up with emotion and stared at Fan Quan.

"As expected of you, you didn't listen to a word I said. It's like playing the lute to a cow."

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses and sighed with emotion.

He continued, "Don't talk about whether you want it or not. Even if you do, it's no big deal. Don't be too rigid. Unless you are so attractive that some rich woman will buy your virginity for you, you won't have any trouble being a gigolo."

Ke Mingye said seriously: "Is this true? How about we stop trying and find a rich woman in the gigolo bar to support us for a year, and then find a good place to die."

Fan Quan held his forehead and sighed, "Stop talking nonsense, are you sure you don't want to go with me?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"Of course, if we can establish a cooperative relationship with the anti-superhuman organization, it will undoubtedly be a good thing. Our interests are the same as theirs, and our goal is to eliminate superhumans."

Anti-dog paused: "Besides, there are different anti-superhuman organizations distributed all over the world. Through the 'Tengu Front', we can slowly get in touch with other anti-superhuman organizations. This is equivalent to having an intelligence source all over the world. When needed, we can also regard them as reinforcements."

"Hey, intellectual, stop making empty promises." Ke Mingye interrupted him. "Compared to these, are you sure they won't regard us as 'superhumans'? After all, in a sense, we are more or less superhumans, right?"

Anti-Dog took a sip of water and said calmly: "Believe me, they are happy to see a group of 'players' with the same goals join the organization. The player called 'No. 1 Cowherd' is an example."

He paused, "The most important thing is that if we join the Anti-Superhuman Organization, we can legitimately increase our kill count. If we follow them, even if we kill a superhuman, the authorities will blame the problem on the Anti-Superhuman Organization, and won't even associate it with the word 'player'. So we are safe if we blend in..."

Ke Mingye was silent for a moment.

His mind was repeatedly torn between protecting his chastity and his mission to exterminate superhumans, but in the end he chose chastity.

So he waved his hand and said, "Master, why don't you go by yourselves? I think the guy with the ID Orange Peel has fair skin and good looks, and is especially suitable to be a gigolo. Maybe he will become the top prostitute the next day."

Fanquan looked calm and whispered, "Let's not talk about the fact that there will be no such occasion. If there is a situation where we really need to disguise ourselves as gigolos, we can just sell orange peels. How about that?"

"That makes sense. Our teammates' chastity is not as important as our lives. Let's fight."

Ke Mingye met his gaze and reached a consensus.

Seeing that the other party finally agreed, Fanquan breathed a sigh of relief: "I have an appointment with Orange Peel and the others to meet at noon. They will be here in ten minutes, and then we will go to the train station together."

Ke Mingye shrugged: "Just treat it as a trip, but my doll can only exist for three hours, just to remind you."

"Three hours is enough." Fan Quan said bluntly, "In fact, I only asked you to be our bodyguard for a while. Leave the rest of the conversation to me."

Ke Mingye played with his phone and nodded, "I see. I'll just tie you up there with a spider web and let them chop you into pieces."

"It seems I have to reconsider whether to take you to Tokyo."

Half an hour later, in the old Jingmai district, at the abandoned train station.

Ke Mingye, Fanquan, Ju Zipi and Qingmeng held the loot card "Crazy Conductor" in their hands. Soon, accompanied by a rumbling sound of the engine, the old train roared out of the tunnel, raising a gust of hot wind that blew up the four people's hair and disrupted their style.

Then, the train slowly stopped in the tunnel and became silent after the exhaust pipe exhaled the last breath of foul air.

Seeing that the three people beside him did not move, Ke Mingye was the first to step onto the pedal. As soon as he stepped on it, a panel popped up at the entrance of carriage No. 7 of the train.

It says on top: [Please show the loot card of sequence NO.007 - 'Crazy Train Conductor'. You can only board the train after showing the card].

Then, a floating card slot popped up in the air, appearing and disappearing.

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows, picked up the card in his hand, and casually swiped it in the card slot. Then the panel blocking the entrance disappeared, and he boarded the carriage.

When the three people behind him saw this scene, they swiped their cards and boarded the carriage one after another.

"It's almost the same as swiping a card to take the high-speed rail, but I used my student ID before." said Orange Peel, who was the last to board the train.

Before he finished speaking, the entire train was like a wild beast trapped under ice, every muscle tissue and even every cell in its body was thawing slowly and orderly.

The floor of carriage No. 7 trembled slightly, and the four people quickly found a support point. A moment later, the train shot out with the roar of the engine and escaped into the track.

The dim tunnel wall lights illuminated the faces of the four people.

They sat on the right side of carriage No. 7, quietly looking at the scene outside the window.

Each wall lamp could only illuminate a small section of the track, and it was pitch dark between the two lamps. The train ran through the tunnel in alternating black and white, and everyone's faces also became bright and dark.

They sat in the carriage in a daze, as if they had forgotten time and the complicated world.

"This thing is amazing." Ke Mingye said, "Can it really take us to Tokyo?" "This is a system setting, it should be possible." Orange Peel was also in a daze.

Qing Meng tilted his head and said, "I'm beginning to wonder what the card effects of other copies are. Are they as awesome as 'Crazy Train Conductor'?"

As he was speaking, a conductor with ghostly eyes came over, and the sound of "tapping" footsteps could be heard in the carriage.

"I go!"

Perhaps it was because he had PTSD from the last time he played a dungeon, Ke Mingye jumped up from his seat reflexively and lowered his right hand towards it, just short of smearing a ball of spider silk on its face.

However, thinking that it was impossible for monsters to appear at this time, he slowly put down his right hand.

The conductor stopped in the middle of the carriage, hunched over, rubbing his palms, and asked them in a quiet voice: "Excuse me, what is your destination?"

"Japan?" Ke Mingye asked tentatively.

The conductor continued, "Where in Japan? The train can only stop at an abandoned local train station."

"We'll stop at whichever abandoned train station is closer to Kabukicho in Tokyo," said Fan Quan.

"Well, the train will arrive at its destination in about thirty seconds and stop at an abandoned train station in Shiba Park, Tokyo, Japan. Please be prepared."

After the conductor finished speaking, he turned and walked into the shadows, slowly disappearing.

In the silent carriage, the only sounds were the rumbling sound of the engine and the dim wall lights that alternated between light and dark.

"Thirty seconds, you can start counting down." Qing Meng glanced at his phone.

"No, we're already there."

As Ke Mingye said this, a dazzling beam of light shone in from the front of the tunnel. The train was like a dark arrow, passing through the strong light and arriving in a brand new world.

As the train stopped on the track, the four people quickly got off the train and stepped onto the platform.

In the dark and cramped train station, a sign was posted on the pillar of the old platform with the words "Tokyo Shibakoen Station Observation Window No. 7" written on it.

"If you don't understand, just ask. Who of you knows Japanese? How will we communicate when we go out?" Ke Mingye asked.

"I understand. I also have some Japanese yen on me."

Fan Quan said as he walked towards the stairs leaving the platform with a book in his arm.

"You are indeed a cultured person." Orange Peel rested his arms behind his head.

Fanquan shook his head: "No, I didn't learn Japanese in my previous life. As far as I can remember, this body's father took me to live in Japan when I was a child, so my Japanese is pretty good."

Ke Mingye still remembered that Fanquan mentioned that his father was an illegal businessman who smuggled guns, so he smacked his lips and said, "It's really not easy for the original owner of your body to live this long."

Soon, they left the abandoned train station through a secret passage, crossed the fence, and walked into the street beside the warning sign.

The damp smell came over the face, and the fine raindrops hit the tip of the nose, bringing the smell of the sky.

There was a drizzle in the city. Tokyo was brightly lit in the rain. Pedestrians in raincoats passed by the streets and had no time to pay attention to the four suspicious figures.

Ke Mingye looked up. Under the gray sky, the neon glow like the sea rendered the towering buildings, and electronic signs could be seen everywhere in the bustling city.

In the rain, the iron tower known as the "Tokyo Sky Tree" stands in the center of Shiba Park. The red and white tower body shines with a blazing white light, and the sharp spire points directly to the dark blue sky, like a giant holding a torch, standing tall in the center of the world.

"Let's go. Our destination is Kabukicho, which is not here. We have to take a train to get there." Fanquan said.

"Okay, I'm the bodyguard, you have the final say."

As he spoke, Ke Mingye picked up his phone and took a picture of the Tokyo Tower in the distance. The first thought that came to his mind was whether he should take a picture and send it to the family group on WeChat to share.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

"Am I a fool?"

He muttered something, put away his phone, and slowly followed the three people.

　Asking for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)