Agent Smith is in the comms van, reporting to "The Gentlemen of Langley".
After he gave a concise report on the current situation, he added a sentence routinely: "A detailed written report will be submitted later."
The voice fell, and there was silence on the other end of the radio wave. There was only rustling static noise in Smith's earphones.
Smith waited for a while, and finally couldn't bear to ask. The response from the other side came: "Agent Smith, ignore Kiryu and Ma."
"What? Why? He obviously knows a lot of inside information. If you leave him alone, the inside information may be revealed..."
"Don't worry, even if he writes a letter to all Japanese news organizations to disclose it as soon as he gets home, it won't cause any disturbance." The voice on the other side of the radio said in an unquestionable tone, "To put it bluntly, we don't care."
Smith was silent for a few seconds, still unwilling: "I thought curbing Japan's globalization was our primary goal."
"It does, but it's just something of this magnitude, we don't care."
"If Kiryu and Ma reveal these things to the joint **..."
"Agent Smith, let me say this one last time, we don't care."
Smith bit his lip: "Okay, I understand. From now on, I will no longer pay attention to Kiryu and Ma, and I will no longer monitor him."
In fact, he said this with some personal emotions and the intention of demonstrating, but the other side responded: "That's good. Your manpower has more important tasks. An SR71 Blackbird has entered the process of taking off. Several It will drop a VIP over you in an hour, and you have to make sure that the VIP can successfully complete his mission."
Smith frowned: "Blackbird? The technique of airdropping people with that thing has been completed?"
"It's not done yet, but we don't care."
Smith frowned even tighter: "You don't care about this, that's not right, who are you? The gentlemen of Langley are usually chatty, I want Donald, the senior task manager, to talk!"
"Approved, after we finish the call, it will be transferred to Donald." The voice on the other side of the radio wave still sounded calm, as if the owner of the voice had no emotions at all, "As for who we are, you don't need to know. You just Need to know the whole CIA works for us."
"Are you the President of the United States? The National Security Council of the President? I ask you to verify your identity and apply for the identity verification process E1."
"Approve, start the authentication process."
Then the other side switched to electronically synthesized voices, and a long series of numbers was reported.
Smith took out the electronic authenticator that he carried with him. In terms of complexity, this thing is about the same as the little genius phone watch that was popular among parents in his life, but in 1981, this was a real high-tech electronic device.
Smith entered the numbers he heard into it, and the result came out soon. No matter who he is communicating with now, he must be able to command his "upline".
"The verification is over. I... damn it, why do you have to make such a fussy, full of mystic atmosphere? Are you really the secret society that those conspiracy theorists say?"
"All you need to know is that our logo is on the dollar bill. Do you have any questions, Agent Smith?"
Smith sighed: "No more."
"Then, at your request, the call will be transferred to Senior Mission Director Donald."
"No, there's no need. Donald will definitely talk a lot, and I have to arrange for that VIP. Let me explain first that there is no flat and hard ground for landing within a dozen kilometers. There are some mountains in the mountains. It's flat land, but it's all paddy fields, and it's terribly soft."
"Don't worry, carry out your mission. Langley over."
After speaking there, the communication was cut off directly.
Smith was speechless, then took out a green one-hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, looked at Franklin's head on it and said to himself: "The logo is printed on the dollar bill? Could it be the Federal Reserve Board?"
He shook his head, and was about to put the dollar bill back into his pocket, when suddenly his eyes swept over a triangular mark.
He stopped, looked at the banknote carefully again, and found the symbol he had just accidentally scanned.
The symbol was there, but Smith had never noticed it before.
The all-seeing eye, the symbol of Freemasonry.
The Freemasonry itself is not as mysterious as the conspiracy theories say. It is a public organization. When American politicians raise campaign funds, they often go to the Freemasons to give speeches and raise donations.
Most of the time Freemasonry doesn't look very different from charities or political lobbying organizations.
In those countries in old Europe, the Freemasons would hold receptions in high-end private clubs every once in a while, and some issues that everyone cared about would be discussed at the meeting, but that was all.
At least that's all, as far as Smith knew in the past.
But at this moment, looking at the all-seeing eyes that naturally existed on the dollar bills but had been ignored by him all the time, recalling the communication just now, Smith shuddered—it was obviously a midsummer night.
Smith put away the dollar bills and took a deep breath.
—I still have to pick up the VIP.
Damn, skydiving from an SR71 Blackbird flying in the stratosphere at three times the speed of sound is a blessing to those technocrats at Skunk Works.
Don't let the VIP fall into meat sauce, and it will take time to recover him from the field spoon by spoon.
Smith muttered, and opened the door of the comm van.
According to regulations, when Smith reported to the higher authorities, no one could stand within five meters of the communication vehicle.
Smith's partner and deputy, Li Zheng, was smoking bored five meters away.
"Hey, let's go, there's work to do. Washington has sent us a special courier." Smith waved to Li and greeted him.
"Washington sent it? Do you know how many hours it takes Washington to fly here? Even if we depart from the West Coast, it's enough time for us to have a drink and sleep well."
"Guests come by SR71, airborne." Smith said succinctly.
Lee whistled: "Make America Great."
This was Ronald Reagan's campaign slogan. Later, a young man with blond hair who knew everything learned it and continued to use it after changing it.
"Come on," Smith said.
He originally wanted to talk about the mysterious new boss, but after hesitating for a while, he decided it would be better not to talk about it. There are already enough conspiracy theorists in this world, and their number should not be increased.
**
Early the next morning, Hema opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to check his shorts.
Fortunately, there is no need to replace it.
He sat up, patted his face, and pulled himself together.
—I’m going to ask Akanishi-san today if there has been any camera theft.
He stood up, quickly rolled up the quilt and pushed it aside.
Later, when the hotel staff come to clean, they will put away the bedding, which is the case these days.
After a brief wash in the bathroom with the horse, he opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard voice training in the next room.
It is Kazumasa Kobayashi who is cooperating with Kazuma this time—that is, Kazumasa Oda's counterpart in different time and space.
Hema raised his eyebrows, and went directly to Xiaolin's room door and knocked.
"Please come in."
Hearing the response from inside, He Mala opened the door and entered the room, and saw Xiao Linhe holding the guitar, sitting on the window sill, humming while watching the scenery outside the window.
"It's actually you." Kobayashi Kazuma saw that it was Kazuma, and hurriedly stood up, "I thought it was Mr. Da Zhang or Mr. Oikawa. I'll make you some tea..."
What's the matter with Ma Xin, you won't make tea when you come to Dazhang or Dayanchuan, right
Kobayashi and Zheng entered the tea room, but immediately poked their heads out apologetically and asked, "There's only instant coffee, is this okay?"
He Ma: "As long as it's not black tea, it's fine."
"Okay, no black tea." Kobayashi and Zheng retreated into the tea room, "I don't like black tea, do you think it's too dry?"
"No, it's just that when I drink black tea, I feel sleepy."
"What a strange physique."
While talking, Xiaolin and Hezheng came out with two cups of instant coffee, handed one to Hema, and sat back on the window sill with one cup in his arms.
"It's really embarrassing, Mr. Kiryu, who obviously came to collect folk songs, but ended up encountering a new type of bacteria. I don't know how long we will be quarantined."
He Ma Shunkou said: "Generally fourteen days."
"Is that so? As expected of a student of Dongda University, I know a lot."
No, this is the experience brought by the previous life.
Kobayashi and Zheng put a few sips of coffee on the window sill, picked up the guitar again and started playing.
This time he played the chords that the arranger Da Zhang had just written for "Sudden Love Story".
I have to say that although Hema doesn't know who this teacher Da Zhang corresponds to in his previous life, he is good at it.
Kobayashi and Zheng began to sing.
Hema never imagined that one day he would be able to listen to Kobayashi Kazumasa's concert at such a close distance, and it was still 1-on-1.
Just a song, applauding gently with the horse.
Kobayashi and Zheng showed a modest smile: "I can't sing well. I changed the chords of Mr. Da Zhang a little..."
"Good change!" He Ma gave a thumbs up, "Just sing like you, I said."
After all, this is the real master who created "Sudden Love"—the same time and space counterpart, and the changes he made, of course Hema has no brains to support.
Xiaolin Hezheng: "This...won't you discuss it with Teacher Da Zhang first?"
"This is a song I wrote, and I have the final say." After talking with Ma, he realized that it was a bit cheeky to say that in front of the real original author
Kobayashi Kazumasa: "It's really... thanks to Mr. Kiryu's love. As a singer who has just debuted for a few years, I am really terrified to be appreciated by Mr. Kiryu who is the peak of his debut..."
"Don't say that, when I listen to your song, I feel that this sudden love belongs to you."
Next, Kazuma said a few more words of courtesy to Xiaolin, and after finishing his coffee, he was about to get up and say goodbye.
Kobayashi Hezheng suddenly asked: "Do you have any clues about the song on the B side?"
He Ma: "Ah, there is an eye."
In fact, he already has an idea—or he has already figured out which song to copy.
There is already this song "Sudden Love" as the title song. Regardless of the quality of the song or the style of the song, this song has the strength to become a national hit.
So He Ma plans to put a song on the B side that is more out of date.
For example, get a song from 2000 or even 2010.
Things like "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon" and "LEMON" are all within Hema's consideration.
Although he had already thought about what to copy, Hema had been telling Oikawa Houyi that he had no inspiration.
This is actually just pretending, he wants to behave more like a creator.
Obviously Kobayashi and Zheng believed in the nonsense about Hema.
Now that He Ma has a clue, Kobayashi and Kazheng seem very happy: "Great, it seems that the old Chinese saying that after a disaster, there must be good fortune is very reasonable."
He Ma also smiled and echoed: "That's it, but if you write a new song, you will have to suffer a catastrophe. I can thank you for not being sensitive."
"That's true. If that's the case, Mr. Kiryu, you might be able to make up for it."
"Then I should become a Buddha." He Ma waved his hands, "I still want to spend a little longer in this world of mortals."
As soon as the words fell, He Ma heard someone shouting in the corridor: "He Ma! Where are you?"
Just by hearing that loud voice, one knew it must be Mikako.
"I'll go first." He Ma stood up, "Thank you for the coffee."
"Looking forward to the new song." Kobayashi Kazumasa also stood up and sent Kazuma to the door.
As soon as Kazuma opened the door, he saw Mikako running in the corridor.
"Ah, Kazuma, you are here! Scared me, I thought you were missing." Mikako stopped and let out a long sigh of relief, "Let's go, let's go to morning exercises. Let me see if cholera has weakened your fists and feet! "
"Nonsense, you definitely want to take this opportunity to get back some ground."
"Hey, it's a fine tradition of our Japanese to see through and not tell the truth. Let's go."
Mikako grabbed Kazuma's hand and dragged him to the stairs.
Hema turned his head and waved to Kobayashi and Zheng.
Kobayashi nodded and closed the door.
Going down to the second floor, He Ma ran into Chi Xifeng head-on at the corner of the stairs.
He Mayi grabbed Mikako in front of her and told her to stop, and then said to Chi Xifeng: "Miss Chi Xi, is it convenient now?"
"Uh," Chi Xifeng glanced at Mikako and found that the latter didn't care at all, so he nodded, "I don't have anything to do, what, I found out the clues? But the god master is dead..."
Chi Xifeng always believed that it was the god lord Masao Ota who killed Watanabe and Oda.
Looking at her now, she doesn't intend to hold the dead person accountable.
He Ma shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that. I want to ask a question, did you lose your camera last year?"
Then something unexpected happened.
After Chi Xifeng heard the word "camera lost", a haze immediately appeared on his face.
"I don't want to talk about this unless you tell me what it has to do with Watanabe's death!"
Talk to the horse.
He couldn't tell Chi Xifeng that "maybe a half-demon was seen by Watanabe and took a photo".
"If you don't tell me that the camera incident has anything to do with Watanabe's death, then please show your police handbook. As a law-abiding citizen, I am obliged to assist the criminal police in investigating the case, but..."
"You entrusted me to investigate the truth of the incident." He Ma countered, "You concealed information from me, so how can I investigate the truth?"
Chi Xifeng stared at Kazuma: "But this is not a difficult matter to investigate. Please go and find out about the camera. I don't want to recall this matter anymore, not at all."
After saying that, Chi Xifeng walked past He Ma angrily and went upstairs.
Mikako looked at Chi Xifeng who left angrily, and muttered: "What is she dragging, she is not as good-looking as I am, and her breasts are not as big as mine, so the school she was admitted to is a little better than mine. , I'm better than her."
Kazuma ignored Mikako's muttering, he frowned looking at Chi Xifeng's back—what's going on? Is there any secret
"Well, Mikako." Kazuma interrupted Mikako's thoughts, "Mr. Huashan doesn't have diarrhea now, does he?"
"Good morning, Hema, I started to have diarrhea after eating super spicy ice cream. It's already seven days ago. You haven't paid attention to Mr. Huashan in the past seven days?"
And the horse scratched his head.
Mikako continued to complain: "He is your apprentice after all, and he paid the tuition."
"Well, it's my fault. Anyway, he's alright, right? Come on, let's go find him."
"Hey, how about morning exercise?"
"Don't worry, I will practice with you until you beg for mercy. But I have to go to Mr. Huashan first."
While talking with the horse, he dragged Mikako back to the third floor and went straight to Huashan Jun's room along the corridor.
**
As soon as Hua Shanzhao opened the door, he was surprised: "Eh? What's going on? Master, it's unusual for you to come to me so early."
Mikako snapped and said, "He's going to ask you about the Institute of Fantasy Creatures at Meiji University."
"Fantasy Creatures Research Society, come in, Master." Hua Shanjun stepped aside and said respectfully.
Stepping into the door with the horse, he sniffed first.
Huashan: "Don't worry, Master Kiryu, my stomach has recovered for several days. And I usually pay great attention to personal hygiene, and there is absolutely no peculiar smell in the room."
On the contrary, Hema was a little embarrassed: "Uh, okay. The main reason is that I was a little impressed when I heard your movements outside the toilet in the first two days. Let's talk about the Fantasy Creature Research Association. Are they famous?"
Huashan took out the cushion and asked the horse to sit down, and replied: "They are not well-known at first, after all, they are just a strange research society. There are many strange research societies in Meiji University, such as those who study supernatural beings, and those who study ruins— By the way, Ruinken seems to be going to a small island full of ruins this summer vacation."
Hema: "Yes..."
In fact, he probably guessed what kind of island it was. In his previous life, there was a small Japanese island that was popular on social media for a while due to the scene of ruins.
Huashan continued: "That's it. But last year, the Fantasy Creature Research Association became the focus of the students of Meiji University, because two of them died in one summer vacation, and one was in a vegetable state."
Um? Two dead? Did they all die during summer vacation
He Ma: "Are you sure two of them died?"
"yes."
"One is Watanabe-kun, and who is the other?" Kazuma asked immediately.
Huashan: "It seems to be Ozawa. Watanabe-kun died in the dormitory for club activities. You should know this master. As for Ozawa, it is this Ozawa who really caused the commotion.
"Watanabe-kun's camera disappeared when we were sleeping together. At that time, the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association suspected that Ozawa had stolen it, because Ozawa's family was not very good, and it was very difficult for him to go to college. He usually had to shoot a lot. a job to make ends meet.”
He Ma frowned, because working many jobs always reminded him of A Mao.
He urged, "And then?"
"After Watanabe died, there were rumors that Ozawa had a grudge and killed Watanabe. Before school started, the bullying started.
"It is said that Ozawa's rented apartment and his hometown in the country have received many anonymous letters, the kind of anonymous letters collaged with words cut from newspapers, saying that he is the murderer."
He Ma: "Is it actually bullying again?"
Hema's younger sister, Chiyoko, was bullied at school. Chiyoko said that she got out of it by relying on kendo, so the dojo is very important to her.
Huashan changed from his usual heartless dog-licking behavior, with a serious expression on his face: "Yeah, it's bullying again. I didn't expect bullying to appear after I went to college. I don't know if I will become a social person." encountered such a thing.”
I'm afraid - still will.
However, under the Japanese social system, there are probably not many people who will bully him after becoming a social person.
Huashan sighed: "Anyway, the bullying started, and I don't know who did it, maybe it was a lynching executed by the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association like the Murder on the Orient Express. Then I heard that before the start of school One day, Ozawa-san jumped off the roof of the apartment building Watanabe-kun was renting."
Kazuma: "Watanabe-kun's apartment?"
"Yeah, it's an old Tuandi Building."
The name Danchi Building is somewhat similar to "Khrushchev Building", which refers to a series of real estate projects developed by the "Japan Housing Corporation", referred to as Danchi.
The design of the Danchi Building did refer to the Khrushchev Building in the Soviet Union, and also combined with the Japanese longhouse culture - there were a large number of longhouses in Japan before the war. This is a public residence similar to a mansion, mainly for the ground floor people live.
The Tuandi Building mainly housed a large number of middle-class families brought about by post-war development.
Japan before the war did not have such a large number of middle classes, so the transition from longhouses to danjilou can be regarded as a reflection of the progress of Japanese society.
Huashan paused, as if recalling the details: "It seems... Watanabe-kun is not too rich, but his parents are both locals in Tokyo, and they are ordinary members of large companies. With their salary, Watanabe can go to Meiji University , that's all.
"So Watanabe didn't rent a rental apartment near Kandagawa like I did, but rented a suite in the Danji building—of course I rented an apartment in Kandagawa to experience life...
"I heard that the stolen camera is quite expensive. Watanabe-kun worked the entire summer vacation of his last year of high school to buy it."
He Ma: "Really?"
"It should be true, but I also heard that after Watanabe lost the camera, it was Watanabe who stopped everyone from questioning Ozawa, and even personally said 'not Ozawa', but this kindness made Ozawa feel better after Watanabe died. Ze's situation is even more severe.
"After all, the bully decided that Ozawa was the murderer, 'It's unforgivable to repay grievances with kindness', that's probably how it is."
Huashan stopped and sighed.
He Ma tapped the tatami with his fingers: "There is another Ozawa-kun. I investigated before, and no one told me that there is such a person. The god probably doesn't know Ozawa, and everyone in the Institute of Fantasy Biology at Meiji University is unwilling." Mention... Then it's you, you have diarrhea!"
Hua Shan was taken aback: "Eh? So, is it my fault?"
He Ma: "Okay, not to blame. Remember to be careful when eating in the future, and don't eat everything."
"But, when you see spicy ice cream, it's natural that you want to try it?" Huashan argued, "Don't you guys want to try it?"
Mikako: "I really want to try it, but when I think of your miserable appearance, forget it."
Kazuma: "You're not even as modest as Mikako!"
Mikako shouted, "What do you mean!"
Huashan nodded solemnly: "Master's education is correct."
"Hey! What do you two mean!"
Kazuma: "Don't worry, by the way, Mikako, don't you still want to do morning exercises with me? Let's go..."
As soon as the words fell, Kazuma heard the sound of an engine in the air.
It's the sound of a helicopter engine.
He walked quickly to the window and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine, just in time to see a Chinook helicopter with the logo of the US Marine Corps flying through the air.
What the hell? What are Americans doing