Soon, Hema and Baifeng Yuyin came to the end of this abandoned railway.
In front of the finish line, the sea and the seaside road.
A handsome modified four-wheeled car was parked on the side of the road, with the words "Earth House" written on the door in very rock and roll graffiti.
The old man, the store manager of Earth House, was holding a simple folk guitar and playing an unknown tune.
Hema stopped and looked at Baifeng Yuyin: "So, you have already decided, right? No matter what I say, it can't be changed."
Baifeng Yuyin showed him a refreshing and impeccable smile: "Yes, this way there will be no regrets. It's not my fault. Who calls Japan an island country? No matter how far you walk along the railway tracks, you can only reach the seaside."
"That's why I told you to take the plane." Despite this scene, Kazuma still joked.
Baifeng Yuyin laughed out loud, giving off a free and easy feeling.
Above her head, new entries gradually reappeared.
White Peak Tigress
What, it's not a handsome entry at all.
Thinking of it like this with Ma, especially when the tiger is pronounced as tora.
Bai Feng looked at Kazuma and said: "Although this place is not too far from Tokyo, it is very desolate. You may not have a car passing by if you wait for a day. Then you will never be able to stop me in time."
After speaking, she directly opened the door and got into the car.
She looked ahead, as if she didn't intend to look at Kazuma again.
The lines of her face suddenly became as hard as iron, like those tough guys in American action movies.
Hema knew that it was useless to say anything to Beichuan, so he looked at the old man in the Earth House and said, "Old man, is it too unfeeling to leave me here? I promise not to stop her, can you drive me back?"
The old man glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Some things should be decided by myself. This time, just like me, how about watching her tenderly? After all, this is the path she chose with her own will."
Just as he was about to talk to the horse, the old man got into the car and started the car directly.
"Hey!" He Ma slapped the car door, "How old are you, old man! I'm going to sue you for overage driving! I know two very good traffic policemen, you won't be able to get around!"
The old man kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out like a frightened bird.
Hema wanted to use his car-picking stunt, but Baifeng Yuyin suddenly opened the back door of the car and knocked him into the air unexpectedly.
When he straightened up and stood up, the car had already gone far away.
Although he has the entry of parkour like Jackie Chan, it is only valid on urban roads where other cars can be borrowed. Those who can chase cars on foot on such a road are not called Jackie Chan, but T1000.
He Ma stomped hard: "Fuck!"
But before the time of despair, this is a road after all, no matter how few cars there are, it is still a road, and it is a road by the sea, maybe there are young people driving along the sea to collect scenery
He Ma was about to stand on the railing on the side of the road to look at the direction of the car, when he suddenly found a box of six bottles of mineral water and a bag of pineapple buns beside the railing pier.
Apparently it was left by the old man in Earth House.
Looking at these "supplies" with a smile on his face, Hema suddenly felt that he was really hungry and needed to replenish some energy.
So he knelt down to pick up the water and the pineapple bun, tore open the package, ate the bag and drank water.
While eating, he thought, in fact, he doesn’t have to walk back to Tokyo, maybe he will meet a place where he can take a bus on the way, and he has a wallet with a monthly pass in it—what, the monthly pass for transportation in Tokyo must not be in this barren mountain I don't know if the few thousand yen in my wallet is enough to go to Tokyo by car.
He Ma ate three pineapple buns and drank a half bottle of water, feeling full of strength again.
He began to consider the feasibility of running back to Tokyo physically.
But it can be predicted that in order to stop Bai Feng, there must be a battle. First, the physical strength is exhausted. How can we fight
—Damn it, why isn’t my hacker Goku from Dragon Ball? With the physical ability to swim across the Pacific Ocean, it’s no problem to run back to Tokyo.
He Ma sighed, holding the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and shouted: "Somersault cloud!"
As a matter of course, nothing echoed him, and the echo from the distant mountains felt very silly.
He Ma curled his lips, and thought of another idea: Yuzao said that if he suddenly entered the world of mystery, he would sing the "Travel Song", and then she would come.
So he hummed the melody of "The Pass".
Hummed three times, nothing happened.
Kazuma sighed, and was about to go to Tokyo first, when he suddenly saw two people pushing a motorcycle and walking along the railway.
When the two saw Kazuma stopped, they seemed to be afraid of Kazuma.
Takashi Hanabou took a step forward and shouted: "Kiryu-san! Don't be angry! We didn't follow you two! We went into a motorcycle chute halfway, and it took a lot of time to fish it out! The intimate photos of the two of you, We didn't get it! If you don't believe me, I can check the film for you!"
He Ma: "Can your motorcycle still be used?"
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other.
Then Daisuke Wakamiya, who was pushing the cart, stepped on the motorcycle, stepped on the pedals a few times, and the fire started.
"It seems to work!" he shouted to Kazuma.
He Ma: "Then let me ask you a question, if I want to snatch your motorcycle, what will you two do?"
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other.
He and the horse pose in a fencing pose with an umbrella.
Wakamiya got off the motorcycle.
"Please!" Hanaba Takashi said loudly.
"Okay, you guys push the cart over here." He Ma said, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
It took Takashi Hanabha and Daisuke Wakamiya five minutes to push the car onto the road.
He Ma got on the motorcycle and was about to start the ignition, Takashi Hanabou pressed his shoulder: "I want an exclusive interview!"
"Okay, when the matter is over, I will tell you a story that is so wonderful that no one will think it is true." He Ma replied.
"Deal!" Hanaba Takashi let go of the hand on Hema's shoulder, and directly changed into a handshake posture.
He Ma held his hand: "Deal!"
Takashi Hanabha shook Hema's hand vigorously, and then stood back after letting go: "Should I wish you prosperity in martial arts?"
Hema just smiled, started the car again, was about to refuel, suddenly remembered something, and threw the remaining mineral water and bread to the reporter and his photographer.
Then Kiryu and Ma Ding started, and drove away on the motorcycle.
Takashi Hanabha watched him and the horse disappear into the distance before looking down at the mineral water and bread.
"Do you think we can get this motorcycle back?" he asked Daisuke Wakamiya.
"I think... Maybe I can get some parts back? Don't be so pessimistic. The Harley that Kiryu rode before, isn't it back well?"
"That's a Harley, we're just an ordinary Suzuki motorcycle." Hanaba Takashi said as he shared a pineapple bun with Daisuke Wakamiya, and began to eat it himself.
Daisuke Wakamiya asked while eating the bag: "What should I do now? Go back to Tokyo? You are relaxed. I have a bunch of photography equipment with me, which is very heavy."
"Don't complain, I also carry a pencil and a notepad. How do you say that, a pencil is a typewriter in the hands of a frontline reporter. Do you understand a typewriter?" Takashi Hanabou said.
"How can I have such a partner as you?"
"Come on, if you don't worry about me, a writer, breaking your precious lens with careless hands, we can take turns carrying the camera bag, and you can choose by yourself." After saying that, Takashi Hanabou took the water and bread, and started walking towards Tokyo. "When you see a car, remember to stop it with your thumb. Maybe you can meet a kind uncle or something who will give us a ride."
Daisuke Wakamiya adjusted the strap of the camera bag, and said angrily: "If there is a car, I will stretch it."
**
When Baifeng Yuyin returned to Baifengfeng, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Baifengfeng's headquarters seemed to be the same as when she left. Everyone was still busy preparing for the funeral.
"Miss is back!" Ruozhong, who was the first to discover Baifeng Yuyin, cried out in surprise.
Baifeng Yuyin glanced at him, and suddenly said: "You are Quan Shiro, I remember you are the only male in your family, you have been expelled, get out."
"Eh?" Ruozhong was shocked, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Sakata Shinsaku who came out of the door.
"Didn't you hear what Miss said?" Sakata Shinsaku showed his vicious face when he was collecting debts, "You have been expelled, and now you are an ordinary citizen, get out of our land!"
"But… "
"Throw him out!" Sakata Shinsaku ordered, and immediately a crowd surrounded him, throwing Zenshiro out of the gate of Baifeng Summit.
Bai Feng Yuyin didn't even look at the people who were thrown out, and walked straight to the house, ordering as he walked: "Everyone who is the only child in the family, drive away. If the brothers are both in the meeting, drive away the younger brother, as a way of doing this." analogy."
"Understood!" Sakata Shinsaku didn't ask why, because there was no need to ask.
After tomorrow, Baifeng may not exist anymore.
Entering the back room, the cadres of Baifengfeng had already knelt in two rows on the left and right according to their ranking.
Baifeng Yuyin walked straight to the top seat, and then turned around magnificently: "Tomorrow is a total battle, either they will die, or we will die. I heard that the Fushou Gang despises us. Let them see our roots tomorrow!"
All the cadres bowed together: "Ha!"
At this time, Baifeng Yuyin stood in front of everyone, his figure was as solemn and solemn as an ancient Roman marble statue.
The sliding door behind her opened, and several cadres' female relatives came out with a movable hanger. On the hanger was a gorgeous black kimono. The pattern of the kimono was white mountains and mountains.
Sakata Shinsaku's wife Yukiko held a long knife, knelt down beside Baifeng Yuyin, and raised the knife above her head respectfully.
Bai Feng picked up the knife and said softly, "Xuezi, I don't know how to wear a kimono."
"Relax." Xuezi said softly, "I'm here."
At this time, Guan Juner, the current Ruotou assistant among the cadres, raised his head and asked, "President, the lawyer named Shibao Tianjiu came again yesterday, and he is waiting in the annex."
"Let him go! Let's take revenge, not rely on their tricks and tricks." Baifeng Yuyin ordered awe-inspiringly.
"Ha!" Guan Juner responded loudly, and resumed his kneeling posture.
**
Baifeng, the secret room.
Mr. Baifeng listened to the informant, and laughed: "Good! Very good! I didn't expect that my granddaughter is more suitable to be the president than I thought. After passing this test, it is possible to become the president of the Kanto Union in the future. Yes. The first female chief executive, hahahaha!"
"But what if she can't hold it?" Another person in the secret room asked.
"Isn't it just you, Qiu Dongwan? With us playing feints, if the real boxing will not be able to solve the Fushou Gang, then you should stop messing around." President Bai Feng paused, and then raised his glass to Qiu Dongwan, " cheers!"
Qiu Dongwan raised his glass too: "Cheers!"
Between the toasts, the blood-red wine entered the mouths of the two of them.
"However, even if we kill the Fushou Gang, there is no guarantee that your granddaughter will survive. The Fushou Gang is very strong, not ordinary." Qiu Dongwan said as he put down his cup.
President Bai Feng suddenly sighed: "Alas, actually, I am also very heartbroken by this loss. But it doesn't matter if my son and granddaughter die if I can get rid of the Fushou Gang. As long as I don't die, Bai Feng will still be here."
After he finished speaking, he laughed out loud, looking like a smug rat king.
Qiu Dongwan smiled politely, then stood up and said goodbye: "Then I'll go back and prepare to attack the Fushou Gang."
"Okay, say hello to Mr. Aichuan for me."
Qiu Dongwan didn't answer, and left in a huff.
**
Because I didn't know the way, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home with the horse.
He stopped his motorcycle, which was almost out of gas, at the entrance of the dojo, and strode into the dojo from the yard.
Jinguji Tamamo was sitting in the dojo, looking at Kazuma. On the small table in front of her, there was a sip of refreshment and cold tea.
"I'll talk about the details when I come back." Hema dropped this sentence, turned to call Amao, "Amao, give me the key to Harley! Is the gas full?"
"Yes, full!" Amao's voice came from the corridor, "I'll take the key right away."
He Ma strode towards the knife rack, and took off his soaked coat, leaving only a white shirt on his body.
He first picked up Bizen Osafune's authentic script, untied the belt of the knife room, carefully took out the knife from inside, and carried it on his back.
Then he walked towards Murasame, and also untied the belt of the knife room to take out the knife.
Chiyoko entered the dojo just at this time, saw Kazuma's posture, and was shocked: "Brother, why are you going? Where is Sasuri?"
"I'm going to bring her back."
Chiyoko looked at the knife in Kazuma's hand: "You... If you want to kill her, I will believe you!"
"Well, I really want to kill a guy named Baifeng Yuyin." Hema glanced at his sister and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
Chiyoko: "What the hell? Why can't I understand what you're saying?"
At this time, Amao came in with the motorcycle key and handed it to Hema.
"Master, I think Ms. Beichuan is a good person," Ah Mao said softly, "so I leave everything to you."
"En." He Ma nodded, handed all the things he brought back to Amao, and took the keys of the motorcycle.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and took back the belt containing the bento box, and took out the red scarf from the plastic wrapping that he hadn't had time to tear off.
He unwrapped the plastic wrapper and took out the scarf.
To be honest, this scarf feels cheap everywhere, the fabric is very thin, and the needle holes are large, which makes people suspect that it has no thermal effect at all.
As expected of a gift chosen by a rock girl.
Hema threw away the plastic packaging and solemnly wrapped the scarf around his neck.
He glanced at Amao and asked, "How?"
Amao gave a thumbs up: "Very Kamen Rider."
Hema laughed, took Harley's key, and strode towards the yard.
Behind him, Jinguji Tamamo suddenly began to slap the table, beating the rhythm like a taiko drum.
This reminded He Ma, reminding him that he should read two poems. But after thinking for a long time, He Ma Leng couldn't think of what to say.
It's not that there are no poems to read, it's just that I can't think of suitable ones at once.
Forget it, he thought, now the burning flame in my chest is enough to ensure my invincibility.
Rather, what is going on now belongs to my poems, and I don't need to rely on the strength of others.
Stepping on drums with the horse, we walked into the suddenly heavy rain, walked into the night, and stepped on Harley.
"By the way, the Suzuki motorcycle at the door, Ah Mao, fill up the gas for me, repair it, and then return it to the flower house Takashi."
After speaking, without waiting for his apprentice to respond, he kicked the accelerator and drove Harley out of the yard.
The moment he left the yard, he saw the direction he was going. A handsome four-wheel drive vehicle was parked in the middle of the road with all four headlights on.
Because of the backlight, Hema couldn't see the driver clearly, but he knew the car.
Unexpectedly, the first person to stop him was the old man from Earth House.
Although it was far away, Kazuma could already hear the roar of the four-wheel drive engine.
And he twisted off the accelerator, put it in gear, and let Harley fight back.
The four-wheel drive seemed to be irritated, roaring and rushing towards the horse.
He Ma didn't mean to change direction at all, Harley's accelerator was twisted to death, and the headlights on the front of the car also emitted light that was not inferior to the four headlights of a four-wheel drive vehicle.
Two knights riding steel beasts launched a classical knight duel in this modern Tokyo city.
At the moment when it was about to collide, the front wheel of the four-wheel drive vehicle slammed off, and the car rushed into the open space formed by the demolition.
Amidst the screeching sound of brakes, the four-wheel-drive vehicle drifted half a circle in the open space, and then returned to the road, but the direction of the front of the vehicle was changed.
And Harley's figure had disappeared into the rain, only the knight's red scarf burning like a flame could be seen.
The old rider on the four-wheel drive put down the handbrake, looked at the flames in the distance, and said softly, "What a... amazing young man."