two days later.
Somewhere in the mountains of Hokuriku.
The wolf god opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was asleep.
"It turned out to be you." He said to the river surface full of river lights in front of him, "You still like to engage in these ostentations as before."
The dream-eating tapir traveled down the river on a painted boat and came to Shantaro.
"I didn't expect you to hide in such an isolated mountain."
"It's not considered isolated from the world." Wolf God shook his head, "At least the postal system can still deliver packages here. Although it only happens once every half a month, it's enough for me."
"Are you really reading human novels?" The nightmare eater was shocked, "You have changed, Shantaro."
The white giant wolf who was still shaking his head suddenly froze: "Eh? You, where did you know that name?"
"Big Fox's current male pet told me directly."
The giant wolf laughed loudly: "Male pet? Do you really think so? You will suffer a lot if you underestimate him."
"It seems that you have a good impression of him?" The dream-eating tapir stared at the giant wolf without a smile in his eyes.
"It's okay, although he likes to interrupt others, is rude, and likes to give people random names, but in general, he is a good young man. So I just came here to laugh at me being called a Shantaro by humans. name?"
"Of course not. I'm here to tell you that I found a way to bring back the mystery." The nightmare-eating tapir looked at Shantaro seriously.
Shantaro frowned: "Have you found a way to make the Soviet Union decide to launch an attack?"
"What?" The nightmare eater frowned, "What Soviet Union?"
"Superpower, the other pole on the other side of the Iron Curtain, you don't even know about this, do you? Then how do you trigger a nuclear war to destroy human civilization and make the mystery revive?"
Dream-eating tapir: "What are you talking about?"
Shantaro: "What are you talking about? After all these years, you haven't understood human society at all?"
"Of course I understand. I have also given birth to offspring with many human women, but I don't know anything about the Soviet Union."
Shantaro: "Isn't it? The international society of human beings is very interesting, and if you observe carefully, you can find traces of the activities of some foreign monsters."
"Let's not talk about that." The nightmare-eating tapir shook his nose, "Do you want to come with me and burn the human world to ashes?"
"No." Shantaro refused decisively.
"Why?"
"Because in my opinion, the human world is bound to perish, we just have to wait. You see, I am in this mountain, trying not to consume demon power as much as possible, and I am very happy. When human beings perish, I will go back to receive Their world will be fine. But at that time, the earth is estimated to be devastated, and it will not be restored for thousands of years. However, after the mysterious resurgence, I have plenty of time, and I can slowly clean up everything from scratch."
The dream-eating tapir stared at Shantaro for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay. If that's the case, I have no choice but to do it myself."
"I wish you good luck." After saying that, Shantaro watched the boat of the nightmare-eating tapir set sail away gradually.
**
and the horse here.
Afterwards, Tongsheng Dojo and his party stayed in this mountain for more than a week.
Sony Music has been contracted for three weeks, and all the money has been paid, so I can't keep it for nothing.
Anyway, He Ma knew what was going on with the bacteria, so he wasn't afraid at all.
After all, biological weapons using bacteria as carriers are too weak. Back then, there were no antibiotics, and the only way to deal with bacteria was serum. The preparation, storage, and use of serum are very troublesome, so bacterial weapons are of little practical significance. .
However, during World War II, Americans took the lead in mass-producing penicillin, and the significance of bacterial weapons suddenly fell to the limit.
During the Korean War, the United States also used bacterial weapons against volunteers. At that time, China’s penicillin production capacity was very small. In theory, it should be effective. After the volunteers discovered bacterial warfare, they carried out anti-bacterial warfare activities. Such methods have curbed the effects of bacterial weapons.
So He Ma wasn't afraid at all. Anyway, he was not allergic to antibiotics, and this outdated bacterial weapon dug out of the soil probably didn't have any drug resistance.
So many people would die before, simply because there were not a lot of antibiotics prepared in this valley.
He Ma was actually very surprised. When he just graduated in his previous life, he rented a house in the fringe area of urban and rural areas for a period of time to save money, and he relied on the barefoot doctor in the village who did not know if he had a license. The doctor would treat you first no matter what disease Antibiotics.
According to He Ma's understanding, there may not be regular doctors in this kind of countryside, but antibiotics are enough.
Who knows what's going on in Japan.
No matter what, there is definitely no shortage of antibiotics in the hot spring street now, and He Ma has no worries, and continues to live with his apprentices and sister. Every morning after morning exercises, he goes to the mountain to soak in the hot springs, and comes back at night to play games and read books. He is very happy .
The people from Sony Music are not as leisurely as He Ma. They may be more worried about staying and getting sick, and then asking for leave will affect their work. After the blockade is over, they will leave first.
The other tourists who came to the hot spring street also left immediately after the blockade ended. No one wanted to stay in such an epidemic area where many people died.
The result is that August has not yet arrived, and the hot spring street, which was originally the peak tourist season, has become deserted.
However, the Ground Self-Defense Force and biological experts from Tokyo are still stationed near the hot spring street. They will go to the hot spring street to eat and consume, which should be able to make up for some losses of the locals.
On the morning of July 24, he and Ma had finished their morning exercises as usual, and they were about to take Mikako and the others to the mountain hot springs together, but they were stopped at the main entrance of the hotel.
It was the CIA operative who came to him last time: "Kiryu Kazuma, do you have time now?"
Kazuma turned his head and glanced at Mikako who was carrying a pack of water toys.
Mikako: "Ah, I suddenly want to drink milk, go buy a box first, do you want Kazuma?"
"Bring me a box too."
"Understood!" Mikako saluted the horse, turned around and ran back.
Rinan Licai just came out with a folded recliner, and when he saw Mikako, he asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? Aren't you going up the mountain?"
Mikako picked up Nichinan Licai and dragged her back.
Kazuma looked at the American, recalled the other person's name, and said, "Mr. Smith? Haven't seen you for more than a week? Come and sit inside?"
"No, no need." Smith waved his hand, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, Mr. Kiryu. The mission of the CIA here is over."
He Ma: "That's it. But why did you come to say goodbye to me? I'm just a college student who is enjoying and wasting my time here."
Smith didn't answer, stared at Kazuma for a long time, and then sighed heavily: "I don't think you would open your mouth if I asked you."
"That depends on what you ask." He Ma spread his arms, "Generally speaking, as long as I don't ask my apprentice's private information such as measurements, I will be willing to cooperate."
Smith stared at Kazuma, and slowly reached into the windbreaker, looking as if he was about to draw a gun.
He Ma was also prepared to deal with it, tensing his nerves and waiting for Smith to attack.
As a result, Smith took out a green ticket—that is, U.S. dollars.
He held the lower edge of the dollar bill and showed it to Kazuma like a referee showing a red card on the field.
Kazuma looked at him suspiciously.
Smith was speechless, took out his wallet and put the dollars back.
He Ma: "What are you doing? Why can't I understand? Is there anything on that dollar bill?"
Smith: "Never mind. Looks like you really don't know."
Kazuma: "Know what? The All-Seeing Eye and the Freemasons? And the Templars?"
Smith stopped as if under petrification magic, and looked at Kazuma.
He Ma also frowned: "Uh, no way? I'm talking nonsense.
"Besides, the all-seeing eye on the dollar has long been a popular urban legend.
"Freemasons founded the United States, the Templars found King Solomon's treasure and smuggled him to the United States, it's all a cliché, like the Roswell incident and Area 51."
Smith grinned at Kazuma: "Yes, there are also crop circles in the UK and Nazca paintings in Peru. They are all popular urban legends now."
He Ma: "Don't forget the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda."
"Yes, there is also the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda." Smith paused, staring into Kazuma's eyes, and said without warning, "But, what if these are actually true?"
He Ma laughed loudly: "Then I must go to the Wild Hammer Snake first."
The Japanese are well known for their enthusiasm for the mallet snake.
As long as there is information about the sighting of a wild mallet snake, a large number of enthusiasts will come here after hearing the news, looking for it all over the mountain.
Smith also smiled: "That's right. Hammer snake, haha, wild hammer snake."
He put the dollar bill just now into his wallet, and then stuffed the wallet into the inner pocket of the windbreaker.
"Then, farewell, Mr. Kiryu."
He Ma frowned: "You came here just to chat with me?"
"This is no nonsense." Smith looked at Kazuma and thought for a while, "You have been targeted by the organization that printed itself on the dollar."
He Ma: "Why is the Federal Reserve targeting me?"
Smith spread his hands: "I don't know, maybe you can ask them yourself. I originally hoped that you could tell me some information about this mysterious behind-the-scenes organization."
He Ma: "Then I don't understand. Are you investigating an organization that prints your own logo on the dollar? Are you not an American? That organization should be your boss, right?"
"Because of curiosity." Smith shrugged, "I thought the world I lived in was already secret enough, but I didn't expect there to be even more secretive existences. As an intelligence officer, it's normal to be curious, right?"
He Ma nodded: "Understandable."
"Actually, I'm also very curious about you, Mr. Kiryu. I always feel that Miss Akanishi's illness is not as simple as playing crazy at night and getting caught in the rain."
Kazuma: "I am very sorry about Ms. Akanishi. I will visit her often in the future, and I will do my best to help her parents."
He Ma was just talking about the scene, he didn't want to visit the murderer's parents.
Of course, these are mainly mentioned here to play a fool with Smith.
Smith stared at Kazuma with a half-smile, then shook his head: "Farewell."
He turned and walked towards the hotel door.
Kazuma has been watching Smith's back thoughtfully.
**
Outside the hotel, Smith gestured to Lee, who was leaning against the car door to smoke outside the hotel, and the two got into the car together.
Once in the car, Smith stared at the satellite phone installed in the car.
Now that there is no mobile phone, the car satellite phone is the most advanced mobile communication device.
Smith's car had been modified, and the entire roof was converted into a one-piece antenna.
The satellite phone didn't ring.
Smith had thought that after reminding Kiryu to pay attention to those who use the all-seeing eye as a sign, he would get a warning or something.
He hopes to use this to establish contact with this organization hidden behind the scenes again.
However, his expectations were dashed.
Either those people were not as powerful as Smith imagined, unaware of Smith's small act of treachery.
Or they just don't care about it.
After that contact that night, they never contacted Smith again.
It made Smith feel left out.
In the past, he always thought that he was one of the best agents of the Far East Bureau, and sooner or later he would occupy a high position in the CIA, and maybe he could become the director of the CIA and sit in front of the president as an aide.
But now, Smith, who was experienced and accomplished, was summoned to pick up a strong man who jumped off the blackbird, and then threw it aside.
They didn't even include Smith in the hunt for KGB agents a week earlier.
In those few days, the entire Far East Bureau was like a stabbed hornet's nest. Everyone was busy, but Smith was thrown in this ravine to supervise the Japanese to deal with the bacteria slowly.
Smith sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked impatiently.
Li, who was sitting in the co-pilot, opened the car window to let the air circulate, and at the same time looked at Smith puzzled: "What's wrong with you? You look like a child who is struggling."
"A little bit unhappy."
Li shrugged and asked again: "What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we leave here and return to Tokyo? Although I personally would like to spend a few more days in this beautiful place, after all, we are holding taxpayers' money." What about wages?"
Smith exhaled heavily and flicked the ash.
Just at this time He Ma led several girls out of the hotel and went up the mountain.
Li muttered: "Look at that guy, I really hope he can take it."
Smith also looked at Kiryu and his party, following their figures until they disappeared on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.
He put the cigarette out in the ashtray of the car, took one last look at the satellite phone, and then started the car, circled the parking lot, and headed down the long hill.
**
Welfare Science and Technology Headquarters, President Aikawa Fulong's office.
This room is not so much like the office of the president of a cutting-edge technology product company, but more like a collection room for a magic stick.
On the floor of the office is a full bearskin rug, and on the walls are various shields and masks full of South American jungle flavors.
The incense burner bought from India was placed in the corner, and wisps of green smoke came out of the incense burner.
Ai Chuan Farong sat behind the big desk, and the wall behind him was decorated with lion heads whose authenticity was unknown.
He looked at the visitor in front of him and threw the business card he just got on the table.
"Mr. Shigehiro Genji, may I ask how you passed my guard?"
"Just let them daydream a little bit."
Ai Chuan Falong's expression changed all of a sudden, from the condescending expression just now, to an approachable business smile: "So... are you a monster? Or a fairy?"
"It seems that this is not the first time you have seen something inhuman." Shigehiro Genji grinned, "That would be much easier. I thought I needed to show my ability."
"Of course it would be better if you can show it. But I also know that the mysterious decline is happening now. You should use your power carefully, so you don't have to force it. You just need to tell me..." Aichuan Faron took out a book by Shigeru Mizuki from the drawer Monster Illustrated Book, "Which one of these are you?"
Shigehiro Genji stared at the name of the author Mizuki Shigeru on the cover of the illustrated book for a few seconds, and then said: "I am a dream-eating tapir, a monster that dominates dreams."
Aichuan Falong was overjoyed: "Great! We happen to be advancing psychological experiments related to dreams! By the way, how much do you know about modern human psychology?"
Shigehiro Genji smiled slightly: "I didn't know much at first. But because of some coincidences, I learned a lot of relevant knowledge through my descendants."
"Oh? Then this son, please be sure to let him join the agency."
Yuanji Shigehong shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. She will spend the rest of her life in a vegetative state in a hospital bed."
Hechuan Falong asked solemnly: "What happened?"
"Kiryu and Ma, you should know, right?"
Hechuan Farong's expression froze, and then he became ferocious: "Of course I know, he ruined my good deed, and then provoked me."
The corner of Shige Hong Genji's mouth rose: "Then we have a common enemy."
In fact, Shigehiro Genji—the Nightmare Eater—didn't care whether to "revenge" Kazuma, after all, he knew that things would turn out like this when he left Akanishi.
He said this just to reach a cooperative relationship with Hechuan Falong more smoothly.
Ai Chuan Faron stood up and reached out to him: "In this case, let us work together."
Shigehiro Motoji also stood up and held Aikawa Faroon's hand.
After shaking hands, Shigehiro Genji was about to let go, but found that Aichuan Fulong didn't intend to let go.
"Mr. Shigehiro Genji," Aikawa Fulong said with a smile, "reviving the mystery is also one of my goals. You don't have to go around like this. How can you big monsters avenge a child?"
Shigehiro Genji also smiled: "Sorry, I underestimated you, Mr. Aikawa. It seems that you have a cooperative relationship with more than one big monster. Can you let us meet? After all, it is not easy to meet old friends in the current situation. "
Aichuan Falong shook his head and said: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed, you are the first Japanese monster I have ever seen."
After saying that, he finally let go of Shige Hong Yuanji's hand.
After withdrawing his right hand, he used his left hand to adjust the ring that was crooked during the handshake.
The ring's disc bearing the all-seeing eye symbol was turned face-up.
Shigehiro Genji glanced at the sign and frowned.
"Let's talk about the details of the cooperation." Aichuan Faron said.