Ronan was surprised, but he still took Sakuragi Rin's phone and put it to his ear: "Hello?"
The matter of complaint has come to an end.
Could it be that the male guest that night was still nagging and refusing to let go
On the other side of the microphone, Abe Seimei's voice came: "Come to the Black Horse Club, I'll wait for you on the rooftop."
"That... boss." Ronan paused and glanced at Sakuragi Rin beside him: "Does it have to be now?"
Abe Seimei solemnly said in a tone that left no doubt: "Yes, now, come here right away."
"Is there anything important?"
Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
Ronan shrugged and returned the phone to Sakuragi Rin.
She bit her lower lip, looked at him and asked tentatively: "What's wrong?"
"Sorry." Facing her expectant eyes, Ronan squeezed out a wry smile: "Sakuragi, today... let's just stop here first."
"Okay." Sakuragi Rin didn't say much, but she couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes.
"The boss asked me to go back some other time."
"It's okay, you go ahead." Sakuragi Rin smiled and looked at his retreating back with a sad expression.
After saying goodbye, Ronan returned to Kabukicho.
There is no shortage of customers here during the day, and there is a constant flow of people.
Many shops are open on Ichiban Street.
Walking on the street, you can hear Iwasaki's song "Private", which was changed into a masterpiece of vaporwave.
glass bottle on table
Facing the fleeting view of the plane
The books to read are spread out
I was also napping on the balcony.
I don’t want to go back to that season
That's just my memory
Pushing open the door of the club, Ronan met the staff on duty.
They nodded to each other as a greeting.
Climbing up the stairs, he quickly reached the rooftop.
From a distance, I saw the gray hooded boss Kamo, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.
Unlike ordinary bosses who like to wear formal clothes, he seems to like this casual outfit.
"boss?"
Hearing the shout, Abe Seimei turned around.
There was no emotion in his eyes, and he seemed to ignore Ronan's embarrassment and looked straight over.
After several minutes, Abe Seimei shook his head and said:
"I originally wanted to observe you for a few more days, but I didn't have enough time."
observe
Ronan frowned upon hearing this.
No wonder he knew he was with Sakuragi Rin and called her number.
However, this is not considered observation, it is considered surveillance.
Could he really...
Abe Seimei did not continue speaking, but raised his hands to make secret hand seals and muttered something.
Not long after, a black light overflowed from his hand.
When he walked up to him, his hand was as fast as lightning and drew a circle around Ronan's cheek.
The clay mask that modified the appearance was removed like this.
Ronan was horrified when he saw that a mask was peeled off his face.
He kept touching his cheek, his heart pounding.
Seeing the other person holding out his phone, Ronan squinted his eyes.
After seeing the feedback from the front camera clearly, everyone was shocked.
I wipe it!
Isn’t this the living god Ronan who is reported every day
Am I Ronan
Abe Seimei clicked on the video recorded in his hand and stretched it out again.
In the picture, a charming and beautiful woman enters the courtyard by the lake carrying a satchel.
In the sky, a man wearing a kimono and blue hair flew.
The situation in the hospital was unclear. After a while, thunder fell from the sky.
After the first video played, it slid to the next video.
In the picture, Ronan entered the courtyard and was struck out of the protective shield by lightning, and there was no trace behind him.
"The situation was urgent and I didn't finish recording. Now, do you remember anything?"
Every time Ronan thought about it, his head felt like it was exploding and it was extremely painful.
His hippocampus was damaged but not completely destroyed.
There are still memory fragments emerging, but the picture is incomplete.
Abe Seimei pressed his fingerprints again, and several black pigeons suddenly flew out from his sleeves and flew towards the door.
Ronan subconsciously raised his hands to protect his face, remembering the thumping sound in his ears.
He took his hand away, but was surprised to find a transparent protective shield appearing on his body.
This is exactly the same as the protective cover in the video.
Such an obvious contrast made him quickly understand: "Am I really Ronan?"
Abe Seimei did not answer directly, but stared into his eyes with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth:
"To be honest, I admire you very much. You are the first person in thousands of years to dare to create a god like this."
Ronan covered his head and squatted down.
The memory fragments that appeared in my mind were like a mess.
Abe Seimei didn't care about this reaction, put his phone back in his pocket, pursed his lips and smiled:
"I admit that the car accident was fake. You were attacked by a god, which caused you to lose your memory and your lover died tragically at home."
"Want to take revenge?" He took a few steps forward and squatted down, his attitude was very sincere: "I can help you."
Ronan looked at him in disbelief, his throat throbbing, but he said nothing.
Abe Seimei reached into his arms and took out a black object: "In a few days, I will try to cut off the passage for the gods to come to the world. However, there are not enough manpower. It just so happens that you have a grudge against Jianyu Thunder God, I will I'll leave it to you to deal with him, okay?"
After speaking, he handed the black object into Ronan's hands.
Discover the dirty blood stick (one-time use)
Introduction: Use the filthy things in the world and forge them with the blood of gods.
Function: Can restrict the gods from obtaining the power of faith for 30 seconds
Hearing the sudden mechanical sound in his mind, Ronan was startled and backed away.
Abe Seimei's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The hawk-like gaze swept over and said sternly: "What's wrong?"
The corner of Ronan's mouth twitched slightly, staring at the transparent screen that suddenly appeared in front of him, then looking at him, shaking his head and smiling: "No... it's nothing."
"I know that for you, these things are unacceptable. But time is urgent now, and I can't give you time to adapt."
This kind of pace of being led throughout the conversation made Ronan feel a little uncomfortable: "It's not... I..."
Seeing him hesitating, Abe Seimei narrowed his eyes: "Is it because of those three women?"
"Ah... no... no." Ronan looked a little flustered: "How should I put it, it's just... I'm a little confused now, can you give me some time?"
"Okay, I'll give you an answer within today."
Abe Seimei stood up and reminded: "Every staff member in the club has my phone number."
"Okay, I remember."
After Kamo left, Ronan took the initiative to step forward and close the door to the rooftop.
He leaned against the mottled cement wall and took a deep breath.
When we were chatting just now, a translucent image suddenly appeared in my eyes, like a 3D projection, which was very strange.
The screen is simple, with only five options for the mall personal interface, guide, manual, archive, and file loading.
Ronan looked through them one by one, his expression constantly changing.
His finger stopped at the option to load files...