The whole world did not expect that a shooting occurred this morning that shocked the whole world.
This morning, in Nagano Prefecture, north of Tokyo, a group of local senior officials from the 11th Ward drove around in convertibles after giving speeches.
They waved their hands and greeted the voters on both sides of the street who supported them.
At this moment, a gunman who was passing by came out and fired two shots at the convertible. One shot blew off the skull of a senior official, which opened his mind; the second shot blew away the skull of another senior official.
My chest is penetrated and my heart is full of joy.
At this time, even TV Tokyo, which has always been adhering to the principle of "continuing to broadcast cartoons as long as the world does not end", began to report on this incident.
I just watched the bodyguards and doctors of these high-ranking officials on the TV, desperately trying to save a man whose skull was blown off, and another man whose whole chest was penetrated by a shotgun...
The world famous painting - "Despair".
"According to our reporter, the gunman is a man named Takuya Matsushita. He has been arrested and awaits his immediate execution. However, the motive of the gunman needs to wait for further investigation..."
On the TV, reporters were reporting the news with excitement.
It seems that for reporters, such a thing is a great joy.
Yuan Zhiai looked at the report on the TV, her brows furrowed like a hidden fox. She pointed at the young man on the TV and said: "Master, he...he came to us for a commission the day before yesterday.
That person?"
She was also extremely shocked at this time. As a member of a big family, she had never seen anything like this before.
But she had never seen this scene before. What surprised her even more was that she knew the gunman.
"Yes, Matsushita Takuya came to me the day before yesterday to entrust me with investigating a cult. I refused." Qiao Shuya put down the Coke in his hand, turned on his phone and looked at the time, and then asked Yuan Zhiai, "Go here.
How long does it take to drive from Nagano Prefecture?”
"About more than four hours' drive." Yuan Zhi'ai responded immediately.
"Get in the car and go to Nagano Prefecture." Qiao Shuya didn't say much. He directly changed into a windbreaker that he would only wear for formal work, and tied his wrists with protective gear.
"Master, this is not allowed. We watchers are not allowed to interfere in local politics..." Yuan Zhiai wanted to say something. Interfering in local politics is expressly prohibited by the association.
Even high-level officials like Uncle Li or Chairman Bai Nin would not choose to have anything to do with local politics.
The Watcher Association itself is transcendent. If it gets involved in local power disputes and gets involved with local interests, it will no longer be a transcendent existence.
"If his commission is true, then we are not meddling in local politics, but cleaning up the cults that collude with strange demons." Qiao Shuya finally found a mop and broke it off, leaving only the one meter.
A long wooden stick was carried behind his back.
"Master craftsman..."
"Let's go, before things end." Qiao Shuya turned around and gave a thumbs up.
…
The jeep drove the two of them away from the mountain hotel under Genji Industry, bringing the original seven-day training tour to an end.
Only two people left, Yuan Zhiai was responsible for driving, and Qiao Shuya was responsible for listening to the car radio.
And just a few hours after the jeep left, another taxi stopped at the door of the mountain hotel. A chubby panda got out of the car angrily and looked at the hotel, which was full of ivy in the afternoon sun.
It seemed to have suppressed its anger, and came to the counter and asked: "Excuse me, is there a young man named Qiao Shuya who is on vacation here?"
"Qiao Shuya? He just left." The person at the counter just said this. As for more information, he would not say much.
At this moment, the Pandaren froze on the spot.
It didn't know how it got out of the hotel. Looking at the afternoon sun in the distance and listening to the chirping of cicadas, it took a deep breath.
"Qiao Shuya, you are not practicing and traveling at all. Where did you go on horseback!" It looked at Tokyo in the distance, raised the middle finger on its bear paw, and then cursed angrily in the dialect of its hometown, "C-N-M-D!"
…
All the channels on the car radio were reporting on the shooting or the past of the shooter.
This is true no matter how many channels Qiao Shuya changes.
"Master, we may not be able to intervene in this matter at all, and it won't have any effect if we go there." Yuan Zhi'ai reminded him as he drove the car, his face full of worry.
"I know, I just want to go. Relax a little, and we can just treat it as if we are really going to investigate the Happiness Cult." Qiao Shuya was very relaxed on the contrary.
He is different from others. If he refused the previous commission because he was afraid of trouble, after all, these small churches should have nothing to do with strange demons, and he was not interested either.
But now, this shooting case that shocked the whole world happened, and he began to believe that there might be a strange devil at work.
And as long as there is more than 10% chance that a strange devil is causing trouble, he will feel itchy.
After all, a small stone thrown by a strange demon broke his defense a few days ago. Now he is very insecure. He feels that his passive damage reduction ability may not be as strong as imagined.
He still has to continue to develop and stack up the passives. The 639 layers of passives are not enough now. He will not let go of any opportunity to stack the passives...
By the time we arrived in Nagano Prefecture, the place was already very lively. Many people from nearby came here to see the place and raised their mobile phones or cameras.
Especially at the gate of the Nagano Prefecture Public Security Bureau, a large number of people have been waiting here to see what is going on inside, because the gunman is being detained inside at this time. It seems that there are many people in the world who are also looking for fun.
It's just that Qiao Shuya is here to do business.
He crossed the cordon directly, took out an ID from his windbreaker and handed it to the Metropolitan Police officer.
"Tokyo Watchmen Association, my guest, Qiao Shuya, I want to meet the gunman. We are investigating an incident about strange demons." Qiao Shuya's lie started right off the bat, his face not red and his heart not beating.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Watchman, we really can't make the decision this time. The order above is that no one is allowed to see him..." The police officer bowed deeply to Qiao Shuya and returned the ID.
Got him.
"Are the Watchmen's investigations not allowed?" Qiao Shuya frowned slightly and asked.
"I'm really sorry. We just followed the orders of our superiors..." The police officer kept bowing and apologizing, and Qiao Shuya did not embarrass him any more.
They are all migrant workers. This police officer may not even be a police officer, but just patrolling at the most basic level. Even if he passes this hurdle, there may be greater obstacles later.
"Master, what should we do next?" Yuan Zhiai came over and asked in a low voice.
"Find a hotel and stay there first. This thing has become interesting." Qiao Shuya also smiled. Originally, he really thought that there was a 10% possibility that it was related to strange demons, but now, it is more than 50%.