The noise of the helicopter was overwhelming, once again disturbing the late night that was already drowned by the sound of rain. The huge searchlight guided the helicopter to slowly land in the open space in front of the villa.
Several accompanying police officers went down first to check the situation, and then quickly came back to report.
"There are traces of cuts on the suspension bridge, which was caused by man-made damage. Decomposed limbs were found nearby, and all except the head were found."
Director Hakuba was helped off the plane by Officer Megure and nodded, "Let's go to the villa and see if President Hanyu is okay."
Officer Megure said to himself that this still needed to be seen. If someone really wanted to harm Master Hanyu, how many men and weapons would he have to use to defeat the blue dragon?
The people inside had already heard the noise. After all, no one could sleep tonight.
Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly jumped off Hanyu Qing'an's bed, and the latter said calmly: "Why are you so afraid? We didn't do anything, and we were covered with two quilts."
Suzuki Sonoko shook her head vigorously, "If we don't go out quickly, my sister and Xiaolan will come looking for me soon, and I won't be able to explain it at that time."
Hanyu Qing'an looked at her panic with some amusement.
"By the way, it's so late, who will come?" Suzuki Sonoko asked strangely.
Hanyu Qing'an stood up from the bed and thought for a while, "Maybe it's Amuro. I promised to call him at 11 o'clock. It's almost 11:30 now. He must have found that he can't contact me.
So call the police."
"Why did you ask him to call you?"
"Recruitment matters at the funeral home."
"Oh." Suzuki Sonoko wasn't too interested and didn't ask any more questions.
She lay at the crack of the door and looked outside. Seeing that everyone else seemed to have gone out, she opened the door and walked out. As a result, just as she tiptoed past Mao Lilan's room, the door suddenly opened.
"Yuanzi? What are you doing here?" Mao Lilan looked at her strangely. Yuanzi's bangs were also put down, and she almost didn't recognize her.
"I...I just came down from upstairs and wanted to call you..." Suzuki Sonoko's eyes wandered and her tone was weak.
Conan exposed her directly, "Sister Sonoko, the direction your toes are pointing right now is the stairs. If you came down from upstairs to call us, you couldn't turn around and go back right away, right? And you are still standing on the side of the door near the end of the corridor,
This is even more unreasonable.”
"I want you to get into trouble!" Suzuki Sonoko punched Conan on the head.
Mao Lilan snickered and said, "Conan is right, and why are you so nervous and your face so red?"
Suzuki Sonoko hesitated and explained: "I, I'm just scared, so..."
Mao Lilan had a look of understanding, knowing that it was related to Hanyu Qing'an's instructions during the day, "I understand, I was also very scared just now, so I went to Conan's bed to sleep with him."
Conan's head suddenly stopped hurting, and he scratched his face shyly.
"I didn't sleep with Hanyu-kun!" Suzuki Sonoko blurted out.
"???" Mao Lilan looked at Fan Lingmu Yuanzi from top to bottom, and saw that the latter was hairy, and then advised earnestly: "Yuanzi, are you progressing too fast like this?"
"..." Suzuki Sonoko felt that she couldn't explain it clearly, but she still said unwillingly, "There really is no..."
Hanyu Qing'an finally arrived late and came out of the room, "Aren't you guys going down yet? Someone probably came to pick us up and leave. Although there is nothing wrong with sleeping here."
Mao Lilan and Conan turned to look at Hanyu Qing'an in unison, expressing shock at his "bold" statement. Was he saying that sleeping with Sonoko was good?
Hanyu Qing'an noticed the expressions of the two of them, thinking that they were feeling the situation downstairs and expressed surprise that he could sleep peacefully.
"Oh, you probably won't feel good about it. I'll let someone take you home later."
Suzuki Sonoko covered her face, lowered her head and silently walked to him, tugged on his sleeve, "Stop talking, let's go quickly."
"In such a hurry? Don't you need to go back upstairs to change clothes first?" Hanyu Qing'an asked strangely.
There are four people here, only Suzuki Sonoko is still wearing pajamas, the others have changed into regular clothes.
Mao Lilan and Conan blushed instantly and looked at them dumbfounded. What a bold statement this was. It was too high-end and could not be learned or learned.
Seeing Hanyu Qingan's image getting darker and darker, Suzuki Sonoko ran away with her head sullen... and went to the third floor to change clothes.
Hanyu Qing'an looked at her running so fast and furious, and felt that this was the garden full of energy.
The three of them went downstairs. In the restaurant, a group of police officers were surrounding Ryoichi Takahashi and Chikako Ikeda, marveling at the talking head, which was even more incredible than the talking corpse.
"Ah, President Hanyu, long-awaited greetings." Director Hakuba greeted him with a smile on his face.
Those words again... They had only met for a few days, and Hanyu Qingyasu was already unable to complain about Director Hakuba's pretending to be stupid.
"It's from my side." Hanyu Qing'an didn't know how to reply, so he responded casually, but the behavior of an expert can be explained as personality, so it doesn't matter.
"It's so late and you came all the way here. Is there something wrong?"
Director Baima chuckled, "I heard that something unexpected happened here, so I rushed here overnight."
"Oh? Your information is really well-informed." Hanyu Qing'an heard that he didn't mean that Amuro called the police, otherwise he must have said it.
Director Baima's smile remained unchanged and he did not panic at all, "The main reason is that you made too much noise last time. We have been suppressing it for several days but still can't suppress it. Many people started to look for you tonight, and then
I found that I couldn’t contact you.”
"Finally, I learned your location from the Suzuki family and discovered the situation here."
Hanyu Qing'an became serious and felt a little strange. Did the last deterrent have a counterproductive effect? Did it make these people more excited? Is this group Stockholm syndrome?
Seemingly noticing the confusion in his eyes, Director Baima did not give in and continued: "The healing technique you performed last time made people look younger on the spot. Later you said that it was the result of replenishing vitality, so...
…”
Hanyu Qing'an was still puzzled, "I didn't have time to say it at the time, but you all know how long the power of resurrecting the dead can last. Several days have passed, and you should have discovered that the replenished vitality cannot last until daytime."
"Of course it's clear, but...what does that matter?" Director Baima suddenly looked a little unserious, "Older people sleep less, and it's hard to stay up at night. The energy of youth is most needed, but it's during the day, eh.
, not that urgent.”
Hanyu Qing'an vaguely understood something from his expression. He had heard about the sadness and helplessness of middle-aged and elderly people, but it is pale to say that people understand this kind of thing. Only through personal experience can one have a deep enough understanding.
experience.
It's a pity that he is a young man and has lived in two generations. He has not yet had such a profound experience. He had been thinking about showing his strength before, but he actually ignored this.
