Five minutes had passed since seven o'clock in Tokyo time, when everyone's vigilance was raised high. Every block in Shibuya was bustling and orderly, and there was nothing unusual about it.
Could it be that they really scared away the mastermind behind the scenes
Lin Luoran pursed her lips tightly, always feeling that some key factors might have been overlooked by them. Where is it
Suddenly there was a riot in front of the department store on the other side, many plainclothes came out one after another, and some cultivators formed a circle around the place where the chaos occurred. However, after pushing a young man with yellow hair to the ground, he found that he was just It was a thief who made a fuss in front of the department store and was discovered by the owner. Both the Chinese people and the Japanese authorities were very disappointed.
This is really an ordinary thief, and there is no such thing as someone trying to create chaos and fish in troubled waters.
The night wind blows Lin Luoran's skirt flying, and the bright neon lights are reflected in her eyes. Lin Qingxue can feel the low air pressure coming from her body.
The communicator on Lin Qingxue's wrist suddenly remembered, she pressed a certain button, and a virtual image the size of a computer screen was projected in front of her eyes. This is a gadget derived from Huaxia's research on "Uli Technology". The encrypted 3D audio and video transmission cannot be intercepted. If it leaves the user's wrist without the uninstall password, it will explode within 3 seconds.
Lin Qingxue was obviously shocked by the content of the video, she chose to invite her companions to watch.
In this way, Lin Luoran could also see the content of the video and hear the sound. Before she had time to marvel at the advancement of technology, she frowned at the content of the video.
Under the orange street lights, two cars rushing on the mountain road suddenly screamed, and the sound of sudden braking pierced the tranquility of the mountain.
As soon as the screen turned, two extremely fast figures ran towards the vehicle that had the accident. Their figures were extremely fast, and their faces were blurred in the video. Lin Luoran already felt the familiarity, Lin Qingxue stilled the picture, and then zoomed in on the faces of the two people, Lin Luoran felt that the uneasiness she had always felt had finally been reflected.
— This is clearly Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian!
It was an ordinary Chinese parent who was dizzy with anger in this situation, and would inevitably scold the two disobedient teenagers, but in Lin Luoran's view, even if the two were to be severely beaten , but also to find talent.
This is a video clip of only tens of seconds. From the sudden scream in the driveway to the sudden braking, and then the two teenagers rushed towards the direction of the vehicle, the video stopped abruptly.
"Miss Lin, the video was shot at the No. 2 section of the Kawaguchiko Trailhead of Mt. Fuji at 19:00 Tokyo time. The video was received at 19:05 Tokyo time. There is a 99% chance that the logistics team who took the video has died."
If he was still alive, it would have been impossible for him to send back this important video after five minutes. This should be a message automatically sent by the communicator five minutes after the owner stopped his pulse.
As a special soldier, it's not that Lin Qingxue has never seen her comrades die by her side. Her eyes are still wet at this moment. The teammate on the 2nd section of the road is Hang Kun, a friend she has known for eight years.
Lin Luoran felt the sadness of the female soldier, 99% chance of death? This should be due to the caution of the soldiers, the special logistics soldier who recorded the video and sent it back, almost certainly died as Lin Qingxue said.
What happened before he died
Are Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian still alive
Time was running out, so Lin Luoran left only one sentence, "Give me his information", and Yujian headed towards Mount Fuji. All she could say was such pale words of consolation. Even if she compensated the special soldier's family afterwards, how could she get back a fresh life
Lin Luoran is not the Holy Mother, but when she thinks of an unknown soldier who passed the news of Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian back through his death, she can't act as indifferent as if she didn't know about it.
This soldier gave her brother a chance to survive. People are not grass and trees, and even the awkward Huang Weijian's status in the Lin family is not much lower than that of Luo Dong in the long time of getting along.
When flying over the top of the building, Li Xi'er wrapped Zhao Jian with a fairy rope and jumped up. Seeing Lin Luoran's serious expression, she secretly wondered if something serious had happened.
Wen Guanjing also Yujian followed, leaving Yuan Ye and Dad Lin in the crowd, not caring about shocking the world, calling Xiao Jin to dive down, the two sat on Xiao Jin's back in the crowded streets of Shibuya, and disappeared into the horizon.
Xiaojin's wings were ten meters long, which brought a huge impact to everyone present.
Lin Qingxue's communicator rang again, this cautious female soldier was hurt by the pain of losing her comrades, and with red eyes she gave the order to move towards Mount Fuji.
She is in charge of the logistics of this rescue mission. When she did not receive orders from her superiors, she took the initiative to order the logistics troops to enter the core position of the rescue area. After returning to China, she will be punished. But people are not machines after all. While the palms of the others were sweating, Lin Qingxue shot Lin Qingxue with a precise headshot.
That was the first non-human being she killed.
Lin Qingxue clenched the psionic pistol in her hand, she firmly believed that as long as she used it properly, ordinary soldiers could defeat this invisible, inhuman existence behind the scenes.
There was a firm look in the female soldier's eyes.
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"Don't go there!" Huang Weijian stopped Lin Luodong who was going to check the car, "You have to learn to use your spiritual sense, there is no living person in the car at all."
Lin Luodong stopped in his tracks. The two were about the same age, but Huang Weijian could be regarded as a junior in terms of cultivation. He was flustered for a moment, forgetting that besides eyes, monks also have spiritual sense to use.
If you can't touch the car, it's safest to use your divine sense.
Lin Luodong "saw" the two cars whose heads collided with each other, and there was indeed no living person inside. To be more precise, only the two drivers in the driver's seat had peaceful smiles on their faces, but they were bleeding from seven holes. There is a hint of weirdness in it.
In the car, except for the two drivers who had stopped their heartbeat and died in a strange manner, whether it was the Japanese student who was a little inexplicably arrogant before, or the smiling female student Huang Juan, they all disappeared out of thin air.
"It won't take more than thirty seconds from the moment we heard the screams to the sudden braking of the vehicle, right?" Lin Luodong was a bit like Lin Luoran when he was thinking, his brows were always furrowed unconsciously.
Huang Weijian nodded. The two living people who died under their noses and the students who disappeared without a trace must have something to do with the mission of the Huaxia monks. What exactly is it
The clues are right in front of you, and even compatriots who have met once got stuck in it.
Lin Luodong's eyes were firm, he, like himself, could not sit idly by. Huang Weijian's wrist moved slightly, and he was writing vigorously. The cursive lines fell from the end of the pen. The young man said slowly: "I want to ride the wind to go home..."
His voice and gestures touched some kind of force between heaven and earth, a wind suddenly blew up in the quiet night, and the fallen leaves and flowers on the ground were blown up. Huang Weijian grabbed Lin Luodong's arm, and the two were caught by this seemingly insignificant force. The breeze blew into the air.
Lin Luodong was a little surprised, and couldn't hide his astonishment, "When did you learn to borrow the wind?"
Although he knew that the "Confucianism" learned by his friend was a different way of practice, monks below the foundation stage could not fly by the wind, which had become Lin Luodong's directional thinking. Gone with the wind... This is a bit of a joke, Huang Weijian usually hides it too well, right
Huang Weijian didn't pay attention to him, and when he changed his gestures, he and Lin Luodong's flight speed suddenly accelerated, and they went straight to the top of Mount Fuji under the guidance of the bald pen.
If Lin Luodong's realm was higher, it would be easy to see that it wasn't Huang Weijian's way of practicing against the sky, the young man flew by the wind, but more relying on the guidance of this magical bald pen to make the weight of the two of them be blown by the breeze. Hold it up and take advantage of the momentum to fly.
After they disappeared, a special soldier hiding behind the hillside in camouflage uniform showed his figure.
"Hey, two such young domestic monks were sent this time?"
With the help of the small but functional communicator on his wrist, the soldier could clearly hear the conversation of the two teenagers.
Because the matter involved the disappearance of persons this time, he was about to pass the video to his superiors, but his body suddenly became stiff.
No one knew what the soldier saw. The smile on his face became bigger and bigger, and then his eyes, ears, mouth and nose began to bleed, and within a few seconds, he died of exhaustion.
His name was Hang Kun, and he was the deputy captain of the Chinese special forces codenamed "Guangming" with a bright future. He died at the age of 28. He was single and unmarried.
The night was thick, and there seemed to be a flash of a gorgeous skirt. The birds on the tree were stunned. When they blinked and looked again, the shadows of the trees were dancing. There was no special abnormality on the hillside where the special forces died.
Are you dazzled? The small brain capacity of a sparrow is not enough for it to think deeply. It is summer, and the berries all over Mount Fuji make it more interesting.
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Huang Weijian controlled the wind, barely landed outside a quaint Japanese courtyard.
He was holding the bald pen in his hand, and he didn't know what he felt. It was hot and hot, and he almost fell out of his hand. Only the bat demon a few years ago caused Bald Pen to have a similar state, and Huang Weijian couldn't help feeling like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Why don't you go in?" Lin Luodong looked at the slightly low Japanese-style courtyard, wondering why his friend was in a daze.
Huang Weijian had deep helplessness in his bangs eyes, the transitional protection was referring to Lin Luodong, right? Do you have to suffer to learn to be cautious? He is nothing like Lin's sister.
The two teenagers carefully looked around, and finally managed to find something similar to a street sign.
I can't understand Japanese, and the English translation can't express the meaning accurately. It was Lin Luodong who figured out the handheld computer, and Baidu got the meaning of the road sign.
"Hongu Asama Taisha?"
Huang Weijian was taken aback, "Check what is here."
Lin Luodong slid his fingers nimbly on the screen, and the almighty Du Niang quickly told him the truth: "It is a place to worship the mountain god of Mount Fuji, the goddess of 'Wood Flowers Blooming Ye Ji Ming', the name is really a mouthful."
Huang Weijian's face smelled like someone owed him millions, and he snorted coldly, "No wonder!"
No wonder why? Just as Lin Luodong was about to ask, a girl's cry came from the originally quiet courtyard, hey, it sounded familiar—isn't that the voice of the female student Huang Juan? !
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