Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng was leaving the hot tea without drinking it, the old man shook his head helplessly and took out a bottle of "Kawasaki" single malt whiskey from behind.
This was probably the best whiskey produced in Japan. He poured it into a glass filled with half a glass of water, prepared a glass of "Kawasaki Mizuki", a Japanese style of drinking whiskey, and pushed it in front of Minamoto.
"Drink less. If the people below see you drunk, what will happen to the young master's face?" The old man mixed a glass for himself and drank it all.
Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything. After drinking all the water in the glass, he reached out and took the entire bottle of whiskey.
The old man sighed, took out a bottle of whiskey from behind and drank with him.
"Weren't you trying to persuade me to drink less just now?" Yuan Zhisheng was speechless.
"The master and the young master were drunk together. Even if the people below saw it, they would only say that the relationship between the master and the young master is really good." The old man smiled.
"Accomplice?" Yuan Zhisheng laughed and shook his head.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood lately. Does taking Eri out with you put a lot of pressure on you?" The old man sighed, "I have reminded you before that some actions may have good intentions, but they often end up wrong.
It’s counterproductive.”
Yuan Zhisheng just drank in silence.
He has indeed been in a gloomy mood recently, but it's not because of Eri's incident.
Although accidents like this would happen every time he took Eri out, which made people nervous, but seeing the girl's shining eyes, which seemed to finally have soul-like eyes, he would feel that everything was worth it.
What made his mood worse was that a certain rumor began to circulate among the family recently - the master was about to abdicate, and the young master was about to ascend the throne of the Eight Sheqi Family...
"Zhisheng, how are the tasks of the execution department lately? Are you very busy?" the old man asked casually.
Yuan Zhisheng said softly: "It's very busy. We obtained a genetic drug called Molotov Cocktail and handed the sample to the Rock Flow Research Institute for analysis. Although the side effects are obvious, it can indeed activate the dragon's blood."
The old man's expression became solemn and he said: "Many people in history have pursued the evolutionary path of purifying the dragon bloodline, but there have been few successful cases... Nowadays, there are actually people who can use genetic technology to force evolution.
"Yes, if things continue like this, sooner or later there will be a real blood purifying drug. How many hybrids will be able to resist its temptation by then?" Yuan Zhisheng said softly, "And this is what the male ghosts are longing for.
Yes, they have long been tired of their human identities, and are looking forward to evolving into dragons day and night. Although we have not found out who purchased the Molotov cocktail recipe, the suspicion of the monsters is undoubtedly the greatest."
"We cannot let them continue. The forbidden door must not be opened. What is hidden behind it is not heaven, but hell! If you pursue the power of the dragon, you will be devoured by the dragon!" The old man's voice sounded like thunder.
"clear!"
"I am very pleased that your status in the executive board and the family has been rising over the years. This way I can safely pass on the position of patriarch to you, and everyone will recognize your status, but don't relax, kid."
"You have worked so hard to run the family to this day, are you really prepared to pass it on to me?"
If anyone were to hear that the head of the family had such high hopes for him, and even promised to be the next generation head of the family, he would definitely be ecstatic and swear to dedicate himself to the family until death.
Fighting for our master until the last moment...
But Yuan Zhisheng didn't show any joy.
He just leaned against the wall, drank wine, and looked out the window at the silent night.
The old man turned to look at Yuan Zhisheng in puzzlement: "You are the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family, and the young master is the successor to the head of the family. If I don't pass the throne, who will you pass the throne to? And you have the destiny of Amaterasu.
Man."
Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a long time: "I have no interest in the career of a mafia patriarch. Aren't you afraid that I will disband the family if I lose my temper? If I disband the family, I can go to France... I heard that there is a place where people eat and die.
It’s a great place. I met a French friend online. He owns a small shop selling suntan lotion on Montalivi Beach and lives a very comfortable life.”
“That famous nudist beach?”
"Well, every summer he goes to the beach to open a business. He can see hundreds of thousands of naked women in one summer. He walks on the beach wearing a sun hat and carrying various wooden boxes containing sunscreen. If he meets a girl with a good figure,
He went over to give away trial clothes. After the summer, the number of people on the beach gradually dwindled, so he locked up the shop, went to Paris to collect unemployment benefits, and reopened the next year."
Yuan Zhisheng blew out a puff of smoke and said, "How wonderful it would be to live like that. You don't have to put a gun under your pillow when you sleep. You can drink until you're drunk."
"Tired of violence?"
"...The maker of the Molotov cocktail is called Koyama Takazo. He is a complete scumbag. The crimes he committed in human society are enough to be shot ten times. However, the color code on his monitoring list is white, which is the safest category.
."
Yuan Zhisheng emphasized the word "safest" in his tone. His tone was obviously extremely dull, but it also expressed some kind of ridicule.
"If he hadn't created the Molotov cocktail, he would never have entered our field of vision. We have been chasing ghosts, because ghosts will kill many innocent people, but the crimes committed by Koyama Takazo are compared to ghosts.
Which one is lighter or more serious?"
The old man was silent for a moment.
"Ziaosheng, we are gangsters and have never been good people. We only maintain the most basic order. We do not have the ability to build a harmonious and beautiful world. All we can do is protect ourselves and the people around us.
"The old man said softly, "Zhisheng, you wouldn't have been easily shaken by this kind of thing before. What happened recently?"
Yuan Zhisheng put down the bottle of wine and said, seemingly drunk but not drunk: "It's not really what happened, it's just a set of contrasts that are so vivid that they make people silent."
"Compared?"
"Sakurai Akira."
Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spit out a name, "We pried out the name of the first experimental subject from Koyama Takazo's mouth. His name is Sakurai Akira. He comes from the Sakurai family. He has been locked up in the family-built house since he was five years old.
In the 'Care School', he was confirmed missing not long ago, but now it seems that he escaped from that prison after taking drugs to strengthen his bloodline."
"Sakurai Akira?" The old man's face changed slightly and he said in a low voice, "Didn't you find his traces? He is in danger now! A person who has been locked up in that school until now suddenly has unprecedented powers and can easily kill
If any human being is killed by his power... he will inevitably be swallowed up by this power and become its slave!"
"We found him." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "We also thought at first that he would be aggressive and bloodthirsty due to his purified bloodline, so we immediately checked the airport, railway network, highway network and waterway network.
There were also hot spring hotels, hotels and hospitals, which locked down his location as quickly as possible."
The old man heard the implication of his words and asked tentatively: "Next, is 'but'?"
Yuan Zhisheng smiled silently: "Yes, but what surprised us is that the guy seemed to just use this power to go on a spontaneous trip."
"A quick trip?" The old man was stunned.
"Today is the thirteenth day since he ran away from school. After the first thirteen days, he would meet a different woman in a different place every day. He seemed to go there specifically to meet those women. Sometimes he would deliberately meet at an intersection.
Wait until someone appears in front of him."
"What are the side effects of this genetic medicine that strengthens bloodlines...**?" the old man said hesitantly.
"But he didn't touch those women." Yuan Zhisheng shrugged. "He just found a place with those women to have a long chat. Every woman he met had recently encountered emotional setbacks, or had troubles in life or work.
, or a woman with some kind of mental illness.”
"Wait...it's a bit confusing." The old man raised his hand to stop with a headache, "I want to figure it out. The little guy named Akira Sakurai escaped from the Guan Ai School after taking the genetic medicine that strengthened his bloodline.
I met a lot of problematic women during my trip, but instead of sleeping with them, I had a long chat with them?”
Yuan Zhisheng said softly: "That's exactly it. A ghost who was treated as a prisoner by his family, when he had the power to fight, he took on the identity of a spiritual mentor during the journey, and the other guy who was very safe on the family's monitoring list
, he committed an atrocity that would be more than enough to kill him ten times."
The old man suddenly said: "Zhisheng, have you ever been to that caring school?"
“I’ve been there before, but only once and never again.”
"Why?"
Why? Because just by looking at some places, they are so filthy and disgusting that you cannot look directly at them, but they have a reason to exist. You have no way to change it, you can only choose to endure it.
"It's very dirty there," the old man said softly. "That caring school is essentially a prison, used to imprison ghosts with problems with their bloodline. It can be said that what is hidden there is the shadow of the glory of the eight Sheqi families.
Our fate is an inescapable fate."
"A fate that cannot be escaped?" Yuan Zhisheng murmured.
"Dragon blood has given us strength and wisdom far beyond ordinary people, and it will naturally take away some things from us." The old man said calmly, "So I was surprised. It stands to reason that if ghosts continue to strengthen their bloodline, they will inevitably gain strength in a short time.
They are heading toward depravity. Because their bloodline is already on the edge of a cliff and may fall off a cliff at any time."
"But in your account, the behavior of the child named Akira Sakurai makes people doubt that he is not a ghost at all..."
"Zhisheng, go find him and bring him back to the family!" The old man emphasized his tone and said seriously, "He may have something we need!"
"What do we need?"
"Yes, that may be something that can reverse the fate of the 'ghost'!"
The old man's tone was fiery for the first time, "We received a notice this afternoon that the headquarters sent an elite team to Japan, targeting things deep in the trench. They will use manned deep submersibles to conduct seabed exploration, and the deep submersibles have already gone ahead.
It has arrived at the Port of Tokyo. This is an operation led by the academy headquarters. The deep-diving team is dispatched directly from the headquarters, and the deep-sea submersible is also manufactured by the headquarters. Schneider, the director of the execution department, directs it across the ocean, and Norma monitors the whole process. We are just assisting and supporting
.”
"Headquarters is planning to interfere in our affairs?" Yuan Zhi's childish expression suddenly shrank.
Although he didn't know why the old man changed the topic midway, this matter was of great importance and he couldn't help but ignore it.
The headquarters has not directly intervened in the affairs of the Sheqi Ba family for decades. This sudden change of attitude gave him a bad smell.
"I'm not very clear either. But the reason that 'there may be dragon embryos in the Japanese trench' is enough for Angers to extend his hand to Japan. We can't give a reason for rejection unless we can prove what's in the trench."
Not a dragon embryo."
"As for the deep submersible... they will definitely find the Divine Burial Hall!" Yuan Zhisheng said, "We must find a way to stop them!"
"No one can stop what Angers has decided to do." The old man stared at Yuan Zhisheng, and his child's eyes were shining brightly. "Let's take this opportunity to bury the God's Burial Hall forever. It is just the God's cemetery. The God is already dead.
Let her exist as a skeleton forever! She must not be allowed to return to the human world, never!"
Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a long time: "After taking this step, we can't look back. Dad, have you really thought about it?"
"There is no need to look back. If a man decides to do something, even death cannot make him look back." The old man was determined.
"Can the heads of each family agree?"
"Convince them that the purpose of our Lord's existence is to lead the family to the right path!"
"The right path?"
"The family has been bound by a tragic fate. Now it is time to get rid of it. I have decided to let everything end in my generation, so the burial place must be buried, and the monsters must be solved. We have already seen the hope buried in the burial place.
, the rest are the monsters, go and bring back the child named Akira Sakurai, he may have the answers we need hidden in him!"
…
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Late at night, a wooden van was parked on the side street at the back entrance of National University of Tokyo.
This kind of human-powered trolley is called "ラーメン屋台车" in Japan, and it is specially designed for selling ramen noodles in the streets. Open the window to form an awning, and there are two wooden benches under the shed. Customers can sit on the wooden benches to eat noodles.
The ramen chef operates in the car. Although the majong is small, all the internal organs are well-organized. The soup pot and ingredients are neatly arranged on the eucalyptus board. After the guests sit down, the dark blue cloth cover can just cover their upper bodies, creating a private
environment.
It started to rain lightly tonight.
The ramen chef took a look at the sky, guessing that no one would come to his house in this weather, so he packed up and went home to watch porn.
The cloth cover was suddenly lifted up.
A drunken woman leaned on a young man and sat down unsteadily on a wooden bench.
"Hey, Mingjun, how can you bring a woman to a roadside ramen restaurant like this?" The woman smiled coquettishly and threw herself into the young man's arms. "At times like this, we have to act decisively and take the woman to a love hotel.
Well!"
The ramen chef gave a thumbs up, and the passerby nodded, seeming to agree with the woman's statement, and his eyes narrowed on the woman's breasts placed on the table.
The young man took off his coat and put it on the woman's shoulders. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Miss Ying, in such a long life, you will always meet one or two scumbags. At this time, all you need to do is step on his feet with a high heel.
.If they give up on themselves because of that kind of scumbag and deliberately abuse themselves, it will only make them feel that their charm is so great that women cannot extricate themselves."
The drunken woman tilted her head and looked at the little boy beside her, stretched out her hand and grabbed his hair, and said viciously: "You brat! Who are you preaching to!"
"To a woman who got drunk in a dance hall and waited for her body to be picked up?" the young man hesitated.