Shigezakura, Tokyo, Sensoji Temple.
As one of the famous scenic spots in Tokyo, Sensoji Temple is crowded with people almost all year round, with a huge flow of people.
However, unless it is a special day (the first month, summer festival, Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc.), most of Sensoji Temple are foreign tourists. Of course, any scenic spot has many foreigners and few locals. Only locals who want to cheat foreigners will often visit the scenic spots.
However, today is different. The Nakamise Shopping Street, which used to be full of people, is now stagnant like frozen ice. Countless people surround the figures in the center and follow them slowly. On the contrary, there were no outsiders, and only the locals who got the exact news occupied the front row and watched strongly.
"Ah, it's really late!"
In the Fengleishen Gate where the plaque of "Jinlong Mountain" was hung, several high school students looked at the crowd in front of them who were almost impenetrable, and couldn't help sighing: "If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have rushed over for the last class. "
"That's Mr. Nishikata's class. You can't escape. He can run faster than you."
"Can you see the prince here?"
"I can't see it, I can only vaguely see a touch of blond hair."
Looking at the crowds in the distance, a female high school student couldn't help stomping her feet and biting her lips and said, "I didn't expect the prince of the Watcher to come to Tokyo... If I could have a chat with him, I would be willing to die."
Another curly-haired male high school student said, "I can't squeeze in."
"But the next time the prince comes again, I don't know when it will be..."
"Will the prince hold a fan meeting?"
"It's unlikely, he's not an entertainer, but if he releases a CD or other peripherals, I'll start with three copies."
"Look at Twitter! Someone took a video of the prince fighting in Takayama Hida!"
"So cool and strong! This enemy is too big, isn't he a mountain giant? But he was beaten into rubble by the prince, and the Wuhun people can't help at all!"
"Worthy of being the strongest in the Federation!"
"Isn't the strongest in the Federation that angel?"
"Are you blind? That uncle angel is old and ugly, and he was beaten to death by the Monkey King, but His Royal Highness saves the world and defeats monsters everywhere, no worse than the people of Asgard, not to mention that he is General Suda Hui's type has the feeling of Yamazaki Kento, the style of Nomura Shuhei, the taste of Mamiya Shotaro, and it's a bit like Yamada Takayuki with a little element of Maken Yusuke, how is it much better than that angel uncle!"
"Can those uncles and aunts die quickly and make way for them. I want to see the heroes of the Federation!"
But it is not a monster that these high school students can challenge.
They sighed, and stood unwillingly under the red lantern of 'Leimen', leaning on the statues of Fengshen and Thor, expecting a miracle.
At this time, a girl said, "I'm a little thirsty."
"I have a little bit too." Immediately someone echoed, turning his head to a short and slightly hunched boy and said: "Tangyou, go buy a drink."
"I want an energy drink."
"I want coffee with milk."
Several students immediately said the drink they wanted to drink, and the short boy opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "I can't take so much..."
"Huh?" The tall curly-haired boy snorted, "Tangyou, do you want to eat candy again today? Sorry, there is no art class today..."
Following a burst of self-evident tacit understanding, the students laughed one after another. The short boy didn't dare to speak anymore, and turned his head obediently, looking for a nearby vending machine.
I don’t know if it’s because too many people came to Sensoji Temple today, and the nearby drink vending machines were out of stock. The short boy couldn’t buy all the drinks, but he didn’t dare to take them back like this or prevaricate with other drinks, so he had to run away Buy from the vending machines a little further away.
It was not easy to buy all the drinks, but there were seven or eight bottles, and the short boy couldn't handle them at all.
But he is very experienced in this, opened the school bag and put the drink in it. Although the frozen drink will wet the book, but... it doesn't matter.
When he was going back, suddenly a few people came out from the other side of the path. Several men in suits were surrounding a blond man and walking towards the car parked by the side of the road.
"I'm so sorry, we really didn't expect such a stir..."
"It's okay, doesn't that just mean I'm popular?"
"That's right, sir, your righteous deeds will be loved by people all over the world. Fanying will never forget your contribution in Takayama Hida..."
"That's all thanks to the help of many warriors with martial souls..."
The short boy who had learned about the extraordinary world through multiple channels quickly recognized that those men in suits were the fighters of the Wuhun Troop who often appeared on TV, and the blond man was the representative of the watchmen who Fanying had communicated with in the past two days , a powerful transcendent known as a prince!
The other bodyguards also noticed the existence of the short boy, and they didn't expect that there would be someone on such a remote road. But the short boy didn't seem to be in any danger, so the bodyguards just stood in front of him until the blond man and others got into the car.
However, before the blond man got into the car, he suddenly turned his head to look at the short boy, with a smile on his lips, got in the car and left.
After being glanced at by the blond man, the short boy felt dizzy, and went back to Fenglei Shenmen with his schoolbag in his arms.
However, the classmate who ordered him to buy drinks was no longer there.
He took out his mobile phone and found that he was scolded by curly hair: "You are so slow to buy drinks, you are dead."
Seeing this line of writing, the short boy didn't have any mood swings, but he felt very tired when he came back with so many bottles of drinks on his back.
He rested against the pillar of the gate, and then went home with his schoolbag on his back.
At dinner, he had dinner with his mother who was waiting for his father who came back from overtime. During dinner, his father routinely asked him about his studies, and his mother also asked how he was doing at school. The little boy smiled and replied that everything was fine, saying that today I also went to Sensoji Temple with my classmates, and ended this daily dinner.
Back in the bedroom, he took out the eight bottles of drinks from his schoolbag and put them on the table, opened a bottle of energy drink and took a sip, then took out the cram school homework book that was a little wrinkled due to soaking, and started studying.
However, looking at the words in the homework book, for some reason, he felt a burst of exhaustion in his body, and sleepiness invaded his mind like a tide.
He couldn't help lying down on the table and closed his eyes.
In the haze, he seemed to be dreaming of the past.
When I was painting landscapes in art class, I don’t know who thought the color of the paintbrush was like candy, and others also echoed, “Really, it’s like it’s not a painting tool”.
He also laughed with everyone, and then he didn't know who it was, handed the paintbrush to him, and said, 'Hurry up, lick it'.
I don't know when, bullying him has become an interesting program in the class.
He didn't resist, and licked obediently.
As for the taste of that 'sugar', he will remember it all his life.
'Atmosphere' is like an invisible monster, he can only survive in the class by following the atmosphere. Maybe there are people who can defy the atmosphere and live well, but that person is not short, who can't fight, and who is not good at sports.
Rather than resisting, it is better to obey obediently so as not to be bullied worse.
Then he dreamed more... such as being teased to have boyfriend and girlfriend with the ugliest girl in class, such as being called 'Tang You', such as...
Unexpectedly, he didn't feel angry, and his heart was always calm, as if he was examining another person's life.
At this moment, a kind voice came out from the bottom of his heart, this voice was so natural, as if he was speaking by himself:
"Do you desire power?"
He: "So, what's the price?"
"It depends on what you want to do."
Him: "I want to do bad things."
"Why do you think you're going to do something bad?"
He: "Because there are so many of them."
"Yes, the side with more people is right, and the side with more people is just to plunder. It's a pity that you didn't stand on the side with more people.
Fortunately, the object of your allegiance will never stand on the side with more people.
I give you the courage to kill and the power to plunder, but the price is that you must not live up to this gift from me, and impose terror on the world.
At the same time, you need to chant my name when you perform the kill. You can blame me for all your crimes, and I won’t mind that I am the reason, motivation and instigator of your crimes, so you don’t have to worry about your actions affecting your loved ones, right
If you fail to do the above points, I will take back your strength and courage. "
Him: "Then what's your name?"
In the haze, he seemed to see a vague figure of a woman. After a while, the voice in his heart sounded again: "Just use the simplest and most intuitive name, Demon King. The Demon King who spreads terror, feeds on resentment, and makes all living beings fear.
On the day when the devil king comes, all rebels will die. "
But he didn't believe it: "Devil King, are you really so powerful?"
"A demon king who has no scruples, all creatures in the world are his food, all strong people are his prey, no one can match, no one can resist, his hatred will pollute everything. But, the devil came At the moment, the heart of the brave will follow you everywhere... "
The voice in his heart gradually turned into silence. He felt light leaking in from his eyelids, and found himself lying on the desk and fell asleep, and his homework was soaked in saliva.
He wiped his saliva, stood up suddenly, stood there for a few minutes, and then stepped heavily on the ground!
The loud noise attracted the mother's attention: "Yu, what's wrong with you?"
"fine."
After sending away the mother who was outside the door, he lowered his head and looked at his hands, feeling the surging power rushing through his blood, his heart seemed to be filled with light, and endless courage was inspiring his mind!
In the past, he was not without the idea of resistance, but his cowardly reason soon frightened the blood in his heart: teachers, their parents, his own parents...
He didn't have the confidence to meet the results of the resistance.
But now, he feels that he is full of courage and confidence, and it seems that no matter what happens, he can face it without fear!
He slowly sat on the bed, with countless plans popping up in his mind. The world in his eyes seems to have become rich and colorful, he has a lot of things to do, he can't live up to the entrustment of the devil...
'Give me the courage to share my strength with the demon king...'
A trace of doubt suddenly flickered in his mind, but it was quickly covered by other thoughts full of nightmares and blood.
'The second day of escape · daytime'
After sending Xiao Jiu to school in the morning, Ren Suo started the second day's strategy of "Upside Down World".
Ayane left early in the morning: "The little girl is going to work in Edo, and she won't be back until tonight. Please be careful, both benefactors."
After Ayane left, Xiaosuo, the maid, appeared on the screen and asked respectfully, "What are you doing today? Do you want to investigate first, or go to the surrounding area to rest first, or first, tune, teach, me?"
Only then did Ren Suo realize that the so-called "rest well" does not mean sleeping, even if it is sleeping, it should be more intense sleeping, but to engage in some recreational activities, such as wandering around and playing or something.
The reason for entertaining while fleeing is probably related to the "resentment" carried by Mr. Mu.
Those filthy resentments affect Mr. Mu's mood all the time, so whenever he encounters something bad, he will easily feel depressed, resulting in a sharp drop in the amount of purification of resentment.
If one is not good, it will even deflect Mr. Mu's camp. If his camp is always absolutely evil, it means that this save file has been discarded.
The purpose of the investigation is to complete task one: to find the murderer behind the scenes; and the entertainment rest is to complete task two, to purify the filthy resentment as soon as possible.
But what the hell is this 'first, tune, teach, me'
Am I playing a serious game!