As an urban area that is listed as a "24-hour sleepless street" like Shinjuku, there are famous department stores, fashion stores, restaurants, coffee shops, and folk facilities at the exit of Hachiko at Shibuya Station. It is popular with young people, making Shibuya a place where various trends in Japan and abroad take place.
At the Tokyu Saint Lorenta Hotel in Shibuya, Lin Luoran and the others had arrived for half an hour.
Overlooking from the 37th floor, it is the flow of people like ants on the streets of Shibuya. Lin Qingxue served warm coffee for everyone, and no one in the Lin family could get used to this bitter drink, so they all took a sip to save Lin Qingxue's face.
As a female officer of the special forces, Lin Qingxue could only serve as the leader of the logistics force in this operation, and the vanguards were all young monks. Lin Luoran didn't know the seriousness of the situation until she arrived.
There are also a few old acquaintances missing this time.
The monk Ye Xiaobei who was lucky enough to get the Foundation Establishment Pill last time, Mu Tiannan's sixth younger brother, and Fatty Cui's cousin Cui Hejian were all missing.
"You mean, you were sent to investigate the disappearance of a large number of young men and women in Shibuya?" Lin Luoran slid his fingers over the rim of the cup, the coffee was still steaming.
"The young people in Shibuya are missing, what's the matter with us in Huaxia?"
Anyone can hear Lin Luoran's displeasure. As a Lin Luoran who was turned into a "narrow nationalist" by a political teacher, he really doesn't like the so-called international aid. In particular, international aid to trap one's own troops is too nonsense.
Lin Qingxue saluted, "Miss Lin, I would like to report to you that the missing people include a Chinese tour group of 20 people who came to Shibuya for sightseeing, and nine foreign students."
Lin Luoran frowned, "Where are these monks, how many days have they been missing?"
"Three days ago, monk Cui Hejian made a long-distance call back to China and sent a distress message."
Three days ago, Cui Hejian made an international call? Isn't that the phone call that turned to Fatty Cui for help? Lin Luoran felt that the situation was worse than she imagined.
Why didn't Cui Hejian's distress call go to these logistics troops, why didn't he call Chen Yun—maybe it was because the situation was so bad that even if the special department sent reinforcements, it wouldn't help
Lin Luoran stood by the window, overlooking the passers-by on the street.
This place is indeed a paradise for young people, with all kinds of exotic clothes and dazzling highlights. Among the crowded crowd on the street, more than 80% are young people.
"Is the disappearance still going on?"
Lin Qingxue nodded, "Every evening at seven o'clock, no matter how closely we and the Japanese people monitor it, accidents will happen."
Wen Guanjing smiled, "Then we have to defend this place, the incident is so big, there should be practitioners from Japan involved, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Luoran raised his eyebrows happily: "The timing is really a coincidence, it seems that we have guests coming."
Lian Wen Guanjing and Li Xi'er both sensed the aura that was very different from that of the Chinese monks. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the logistics soldiers came to report that members of the shrine from the island country came to negotiate.
"Let them in."
Several men in traditional Japanese costumes entered in a file. The leader was a middle-aged man with sword-like eyes. His temples were slightly weathered and his face was serious. He seemed to be someone who had long held the right to speak.
He has long felt a powerful coercion covering the hotel, and he thought it was an old monster from Huaxia who had come to Shibuya. He restrained his subordinates along the way, and was cautious in his words and deeds. He even wondered if it could be Huaxia. The monk who has been exposed in recent years has been born. Unexpectedly, after entering the room, he realized that such a powerful aura emanated from a woman who looked to be in her early twenties, and the panic on Asada Saito's body turned into shock.
Almost at the same moment, he realized that this weak woman who seemed powerless was Lin Luoran, a rookie in the Chinese cultivation world.
"Senior!" Facing Lin Luoran, who was considered the mainstay of the Chinese cultivation world at such a young age, Asada Saito also had to put away his arrogance and lowered his raised chin.
"Senior..." Several Japanese saluted together.
Lin Luoran smiled and said to the people around him, "Where did this junior come from, why don't I know him?"
Asada Saito's resolute chin shook, "I am the seventeenth generation head of the Asada family, serving as the guard of the shrine."
The Asada family? Lin Luoran doesn't have a good impression of this surname, it always reminds her of the little green fox who hasn't come home yet, "Sakura Asada is you...?"
Asada Saito was a little uneasy, "It's the little girl, Sakurako went on a trip a few years ago and hasn't returned home yet, I wonder if Senior has something to tell her?"
Lin Luoran sneered secretly, going on a trip? Is it to Huaxia to covet Qingqiu's secret treasure! But in this way, there is no news about Asada Sakurako, so that stupid fox should not have encountered any accidents.
"Bermuda night in the past, I met Ling'ai once, and Miss Yingzi left a deep impression on me."
Lin Luoran's comments were ambiguous, and Asada Saito didn't dare to answer casually. The atmosphere was very awkward for a while, but it was Asada Saito who broke the embarrassment and asked how to deal with this incident. Lin Luoran only said that everyone should be responsible , Let Asada Saito a little disappointed.
The Japanese left quickly, and Lin Qingxue boldly asked: "Miss Lin, why don't you cooperate with them?"
The nature of a soldier is to obey orders and complete them at any cost. The order Lin Qingxue received at this time was to cooperate with Lin Luoran and others to rescue the fallen Chinese monks. In her opinion, cooperating with the local forces in Japan can make The combat effectiveness of both sides has reached a higher level, so why not do it
Lin Luoran didn't speak, Wen Guanjing made a hissing look at Lin Qingxue.
Everyone here, perhaps only he can understand some of Lin Luoran's thoughts. They only care about saving the people in China, and they are cooperating with Japanese monks. If they are on guard against each other, it will have the opposite effect.
In this world, some forces are destined not to trust each other due to historical reasons.
China and the island countries are such a situation.
Seeing that the scene was left cold because of her own reasons, Lin Luoran easily invited everyone to take a medicinal bath in the hotel, waiting for the "weird 7 o'clock" moment to arrive.
Seeing Lin Luoran's relaxed posture, it dilutes a lot of haze in everyone's hearts. One alchemy monk and two foundation-building monks are already an unprecedentedly strong lineup. Thinking about it this way, I feel that the way forward is unclear A little mist was blown away.
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"My lord, that woman just now is Lord Lin?"
Because of Lin Luoran's important position, the Japanese practice circle has long been known as "Jun".
Asada Saito nodded, "It's Mr. Lin... I suspect that she has broken through the alchemy realm of Huaxia's practice, she is really a talent that makes people jealous." Because he is not far from the hotel, he dare not speak casually, it is more than a talent that makes people jealous Well, China has such a cultivator who has repeatedly made breakthroughs in just a few years. If they have this strength in the Japanese practice world—she should be destroyed.
Asada Saito looked at the Santa Lorenta Hotel with deep regret in his eyes. It's a pity that she is a woman... What's more, she is a Chinese woman.
"My lord, Mr. Lin has no intention of cooperating, shall we?"
Asada Saito smiled, "Go back to the Taisha."
"Hi!"
The "Taisha" in Asada Saito's mouth is the "Hongu Asama Taisha" on the top of Mount Fuji. It is a place to worship the gods of Mount Fuji. It is above the eighth station of Mount Fuji, and there are nearly 400 people outside the hiking trails and meteorological observation stations. The land of 10,000 square meters belongs to the shrine, and land is scarce in Japan. From here, you can see the status of Hongu Sengen Taisha.
A few people were walking on the streets of Shibuya. The trendy young people dressed in strange clothes couldn't help avoiding such serious people.
The busy downtown will not stay for anyone, and the flow of people quickly returned to normal.
The young people are tireless, and they don't know that the time is approaching. Every evening at seven o'clock, some of them may become a page of the "Missing Persons File" file. Young people in Shibuya yearn for freedom and individuality, stand alone and be imitated by others. The details of life are just an extremely small existence that can be expressed on a piece of A4 paper.
If you know that after death, it is so simple, will you waste those wasted time
On the train to Shizuoka County, two slightly tired Huaxia teenagers chose a seat by the window.
This is an evening that has been elongated, and it is 49 minutes away from seven o'clock in Tokyo time. Lin Luodong rubbed his eyes and smiled relaxedly, "You are so good, you actually handed Xiaotuanzi to Wei Xue... When we go back, they are afraid that they will fight."
Huang Weijian didn't answer, he cast his eyes out of the window, the high-speed train cut the Japanese suburban landscape into pieces, and he saw the snow-white top of Mount Fuji in the distance.
They were still on the other side of the ocean seven or eight hours ago, and now they are already on the train to Shizuoka County. Under Huang Weijian's calm appearance, his expectations are no lower than Lin Luodong's.
In any case, this is an adventure trip for two teenagers.
However, sometimes because you are too young, you often misjudge the degree of danger-this is the true meaning of life that requires everyone to pay tuition many times.
Tick tock, it's getting closer to seven o'clock...