Author: Even if the melon is not bowed

Sunday, early morning.

Tropical Paradise.

After winning the National High School Karate Competition, Ran Maori wanted to have a good talk with Shiba Miyao and resolve the misunderstanding between the two as soon as possible.

But last night, Suzuki Yuanko organized a celebration party. This morning, she made an appointment with Shinichi Kudo to come to the tropical park to play...

In desperation, she could only put the matter of Miyano Shiho aside for the time being.

After all, Shibo Miyao Miyao has her contact information, but she does not have Shibo Miyao Miyao. Even if she wants to resolve the misunderstanding first, she has no way to contact Shibo Miyao.

As for directly asking Mu Yuan for contact information for Miyao Shibo...

Ran Maori felt that doing so would probably only deepen the misunderstanding between the two.

To misunderstand such a thing, it is necessary for two people to face each other to explain clearly.

…

"Shinichi! Here, hurry up!"

"I know... By the way, the tickets here are really not cheap."

"Don't say these disappointing words, look, the squirrel dolls in the tropical paradise!"

"Okay, if you like it, I'll buy one for you...5,5,000 yen!? Uh, Xiaolan, how do you think of this little guy?"

…

…

Just as Ran Mori and Shinichi Kudo were having a happy date, the Porsche 356A with the license plate "Shinjuku 54 〇 43-68" also came outside the gate of the tropical paradise.

After parking the car, Vodka looked at the gin sitting in the passenger seat and said in confusion: "Brother?"

Gin stared at the roller coaster with a scream from a distance, frowned and said, "Vodka, do you have a...a feeling?"

"Brother! You feel it too!"

"Hmm?" Gin's pupils shrank and she said in a deep voice: "When did you..."

"Brother! I felt it when I first got on the highway."

"Just just got on the highway?" Ginji shook her head, "I felt it since I met Mu Yuan last night."

"What!?" Vodka looked at Gin with a shocked look on his face, and said after a long time: "Brother is worthy of being a big brother, and he can hold it for so long! But... to be honest, I am reading forensic books recently, which says that if a person holds his urine for too long..."

"……Shut up!!!"

With the angri roar of Gin, Vodka closed his mouth with aggrieved look on his face.

Gin turned around, and the ominous premonition in her heart did not weaken at all.

That feeling still exists, that...it's like someone keeps monitoring his every move.

But this is simply impossible. He has checked countless times, and there is no suspicious equipment in his residence, in his car, or even on his vodka.

As for whether the other party has some kind of surveillance method that he doesn't understand...

Gin doesn't think it's possible at all.

The technology mastered by the organization is already the most advanced in the world, and even compared with FB1 on the other side of the ocean, it is not weak at all.

In this world, there is no monitoring method that organizations do not understand.

Thinking of this, Gin gradually calmed down.

But just in case, he confirmed again:

"How are Chianti and Cohen?"

"Brother! They have just heard news that they have already mixed up with the tourists and found a suitable sniper location."

"Well..." Gin pondered for a moment again, and finally pushed open the door: "Then, let's act as planned."

"Hehe, yes! Big brother!"

…

…

“Gin and vodka have arrived, and Chianti and Cohen are in the playground.”

In the surveillance room of the tropical paradise, Mu Yuan sat next to Anshitu, surrounded by a Japanese policeman.

When Amuro Toru nodded after hearing this, he pressed his headset and said, "Search for a man and a woman immediately. They are dressed in black and are carrying suspicious backpacks similar to musical instrument bags. Don't get close to them rashly when you find out, just report their location immediately."

Soon, a message came from the headset. Amuro Toru immediately said to Mu Yuan: "The location of Chianti and Cohen has been confirmed, and it is near the Ferris wheel."

Mu Yuan nodded without saying a word. His eyes under his sunglasses seemed to be staring at the top, with a few surveillance scenes that were pitifully few.

Seeing this, Toru Amuro looked over, as if he wanted to try to find out why Mu Yuan was able to discover Gin's whereabouts. But no matter how much he observed, he could not find any useful clues from the low-resolution surveillance images of this era.

Suddenly, Mu Yuan turned his head, frowned and asked, "Mr. Jiang Gu, what year will be next?"

"Hmm?" Tori Amuro was stunned for a moment, but he still replied subconsciously: "Of course it's Heisei Nine Year."

There is no problem with this answer, but Mu Yuan's brows frowned even deeper.

He even took off his sunglasses, took out his cell phone, opened the calendar page, and kept turning it backwards.

Tomo Amuro, who was standing beside him, also frowned. He couldn't understand what Mu Yuan did, or what he wanted to confirm?

Soon, the calendar on the phone was turned to the last page of Heisei Eighth. Mu Yuan paused his finger slightly and opened the next page with great caution.

"Heisei...nine years?" Mu Yuan said softly.

"Of course it's Heisei Ninth Year, what do you... want to say?" Toru Amuro looked at Mu Yuan, feeling a little anxious.

Seeing that Gin was about to fall into their "encirclement", Mu Yuan actually asked at this time what year it was next?

Are you too nervous?

still……

"Hu—" Just as Amuto couldn't help but want to ask again, Mu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief extremely rarely and smiled: "It's nothing, Mr. Jiangu, I just want to relieve your tension."

"You..." Toru Amuro frowned again, intuition telling him that Mu Yuan was lying, but reason advised him that this was not the time to worry about such things.

In the end, Toru Amuro gave up further inquiries, and Mu Yuan's face calmed down again.

But just as Mu Yuan wanted to put away his phone and the screen went out, the "Heisei Nine Years" displayed on it suddenly flashed and turned into...

——Heesei eight years!!!

…

…

"Brother, the goal has arrived."

In the tropical paradise, vodka put down his cell phone and said in the sound of an ink.

"Well..." Gin nodded, looked at the roller coaster not far away, and said in a cold voice: "Then let me see, Mr. Chairman, have you prepared some unexpected surprises for us!"

"Hehe..." Hearing this, Vodka's face also showed a cruel smile, but soon, he shivered all over and couldn't help saying, "Uh, brother, that, before that, can I go to the bathroom first?"

"..." The murderous aura was filled with murderous aura, and Gin was silent for a while before saying, "Go and go back."

"Yes! Big Brother!"

…

The toilets in the amusement park are always very crowded. Even with strong vodka, there is no good way to choose to wait.

But for some reason, Vodka vaguely felt that the person who came to the toilet lined up in front of him just now... the back seemed familiar?

"Hiss... not good!" He couldn't help but tremble, interrupting the vodka's thinking, making the honest man unable to help complain: "Is there something wrong with the water sold at the gas station? Otherwise, why would I do so quickly..."

"Hey, uncle, do you go to the bathroom? There are still many people waiting behind you..."

"Huh?" Vodka turned around and stared murderously, and the young man who was complaining behind immediately lowered his head and took a few steps back.

Vodka turned his head with disdain, and kept reminding himself that the transaction had not been completed yet, so he should not be too messy.

"Hey, boy, get out of the way, I'll go first!" Vodka glanced at the time, pulled the tourists in front of him away, and forced them into the toilet.

...

A burst of complaints soon came from the toilet, but it was just complaining, and no one dared to really conflict with the strong vodka.

However, just as Vodka just closed the wooden door of the compartment, a hand suddenly stretched out from above the compartment next to it.

…

…

"Brother! I'm back!"

"Why is it so slow?" Looking at the vodka that was waving toward him, Gin looked at the time and frowned.

Vodka trembled all over under the murderous aura of gin, but he still said with his neck straight: "There is nothing to do about this, brother, you know, the toilet in the amusement park..."
To be continued...