If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 135 Photos
The black Ducati rushes out of the tunnel, the driver in the helmet squeezes the accelerator to pass one car after another on the road, and the police car with the alarm bell whistling by his side rushes towards the '' at the other end of the tunnel. When they rushed to the scene of the arrest, no one realized that the fugitive had already slipped away from him.

"Are you sure my senior sister is okay? His blond hair won't be regarded by the Metropolitan Police Department as a terrorist who infiltrated abroad?" Lin Nian, who was also wearing a helmet in the back seat, was a little worried.

"My family can make a sound in the Metropolitan Police Department. The police, the military and even the political circles talk together. It is not a big problem to get a prisoner. Besides, our crimes are probably set by Kaguya Ji temporarily and want to remove them. It's just a matter of thought, and when the time comes, it's just an excuse to say that the Metropolitan Police Department's internal system made a mistake and they arrested the wrong person." Said Ryoichi who was driving.

"I feel a little sorry for Senior Sister." Lin Nian couldn't help thinking of Mandy sitting in the driver's seat in the tunnel with a dazed expression, watching the two of them waving goodbye and jumping out of the car with a shocked expression on my mother's face.At that time, Mandy probably wanted to die, but she really couldn't help in the next action, and being a scapegoat was probably the greatest help she could provide.

"There is Zhang Chi in my family, besides, Mr. Lin, you also know that your senior sister can't help us. To put it bluntly, she might be a hindrance." Ryoichi once again slammed the accelerator and drove towards the direction of leaving Tokyo. The motorcycle was snatched from the tunnel and was still full of oil.

I have to say that Setsu is very fierce in fights, and also very sharp in robbery. At least the brother who is riding a motorcycle has disappeared before he can react. A very long time.

"I really want to say 'Mandy is not a stepping stone', but it is a pity that is the case." Lin Nian did not deny this, and he is also very clear about the danger of leaving his family to find the ghosts this time, which is fatal Work, for a girl whose biggest dream is to stay at home and watch endless TV series, the style of painting is too inconsistent.

"I still don't understand why Mr. Lin came to Japan with a tow bottle." Ryoichi said: "At least in my family, the team members of any task need to be strictly inspected and complete the tests of various indicators to prepare for it. In the event of an emergency, each member performs their own emergency measures, and with all due respect, it is difficult for me to see how Mantisang can provide any help in Jun Lin's mission."

"I didn't expect my senior sister to be of any help—although it seems a bit hurtful to say so." Lin Nian wanted to scratch his head, but scratched his smooth helmet, so he had to give up: "Senior sister will have poor credits in her future graduation, she heard from friends that Off-site work can be mixed with credits, and I just happened to be out-office, so I brought her along with me."

"Is that so?" Such a simple reason made Ryoichi speechless. It may be because of his different views. In his view, every mission is a life-threatening danger. This kind of situation where he is unable to protect himself is natural for his teammates. It's as harsh as thousands of choices, but Lin Nian's attitude is nothing more than "bringing senior sisters for credits", a 'S' level can actually have a 'B' level go to the field, what is this, an 'SB' combination?

Lin Nian on the back seat of the motorcycle could see that Ryoichi's mood is very unstable now, maybe, and it's only possible. After encountering an irreversible tragedy, people will speculate about various "what ifs". The only person to look for is Mandy. If Mandy is a genius and elite like Lin Nian, if Mandy has studied Japanese hard before coming to Japan, she doesn't even need a good foundation, she just needs to understand "box", Then all tragedies can be restored, and the inner cracks in the heart will be closed like a broken mirror reunited.

But there are so many ifs in the world.

"Ryoichi, things like anger will cool down." Lin Qing said, not caring whether the loud wind would drown out his voice.

"When something burns, it won't go out unless it burns out completely." Ryoichi said, "Mr. Lin, this is a journey of narrow escapes. In fact, you have helped me enough. On this road My biggest trouble is not getting rid of the pursuit of the executive bureau, the next thing basically has nothing to do with Mr. Lin, I think it is better to die alone."

"Is this trying to persuade me to get out of the car?" Lin Nian shook his head: "This is no longer your problem alone, I am also responsible for your sister's death-don't think I'm trying to comfort you, I'm telling the truth, you I know very well that it is not you and your sister that the ghosts are looking for tonight, but the commissioner of our headquarters."

"It's true that venting anger will make people feel better." Ryoichi twitched the corners of his mouth, but in the end he didn't show any expression: "Please don't lower my temperature anymore, the blood of my enemy should be dripping in front of my sister's tombstone, not me Tears of mourning."

Lin Nian didn't say anything anymore, Ducati roared and accelerated, driving into the deeper night.

*
Deep in the mountains outside Osaka.

The big house in the mountain is located on the mountainside. There are a few early cherry blossoms floating in February in the small bridge in front of the big house. The stream flows down the mountain and converges on the bridge, reflecting the lights in the big house and the early spring in the mountain. Everything seems to be as clean as a painting, pure and free of dross - there is still something, that is the gradually bustling crowd at the end of the bridge.

The guests in black suits and leather shoes, who looked like successful people, got off the luxury cars by the stream. Most of the guests were smoking clouds and mist with big cigars in their mouths, and glanced at this picturesque mountain hermitage. The cold-faced bodyguards beside them were holding metal suitcases full of cash without saying a word, and their waists were slightly bulging under their suits to hide their sharpness.

Once a month, the trial camp day of the Bliss Hall is today. Those who can know about this place must be the top figures in Osaka, Tokyo, and even the entire Japanese rich circle. They will receive a phone call on this day of every month like a pilgrimage party. The mistress inside gently invited them to the feast.

Everyone regards this feast as a symbol of the recognition of their own power, and here they can also get the indulgence and depravity that match their status, so they come every month as scheduled, and there are always girls in kimonos on this day of every month. Standing in a row at the other end of the stone bridge with smiles, the red costumes are like mandalas in full bloom, making the stone bridge into a beautiful flower garden, and the guests step on the stone slabs with big strides towards the bridge. On the other side of the side, there is no turning back.

Sakurai Kogure watched this scene silently. She knelt by the window on the fourth floor of the Bliss Hall, carefully watching the bright white moonlight mist on the woman's face, and the golden lights falling on the man's shoulders. The man's scorching breath, sweat, and woman's rouge and perfume fused into a hot 'tide' that was visible to the naked eye and grew to the sky. Even the cold wave of the spring night was washed away by the luxurious smell.

She stood and watched like this, as if waiting for something.

There is silence in the top floor pavilion with tatami mats behind him, a bouquet of peach blossoms is tender and fresh in a porcelain vase on the table, and a photo is quietly placed on it.

At this time, a dry and strong hand slowly protruded from the darkness and picked up the photo on the table and put it in front of his eyes to observe. After a long time, he sighed:

"What a fine young couple!"

His words were full of gratification and emotion. After hearing this, Sakurai Kogure by the window subconsciously turned his head back and saw the photo of the old man gently stroking.

It was in the hall of a hospital, where countless wounded and sick people crowded together, and people in black clothes maintaining order rushed back and forth, everything seemed so chaotic. In the corner of the hall, a boy and a girl were sitting on a bench, Talking and laughing as if they were chatting about something, both of them had escaped and reborn smiles on their faces.

If Lin Nian is lucky enough to see this photo, he must be familiar with it, because the boy holding the photo is looking at him. This is probably the only one in the Chicago North-South Hospital incident that the Secret Party is trying its best to block information. The surviving photos, and in this photo, he and Helena are laughing and talking with each other, like a warm couple who survived the catastrophe.

Sakurai Kogure knew the ending of this photo. It was a doomed and sad ending. One person wanted to say it eagerly, but the other waved a knife and didn't want to hear it. When the knife edge pierced through the chest and the bullet passed through the forehead, everything was over. The dust has settled, but now the words of the old man looking at the photo are full of happiness as if the spring breeze has come early, which makes people shudder.

"Obviously everyone is so eager to kill each other with knives, but they want to hug each other so warmly and warmly." The old man looked at Lin Nian in the photo and smiled, then looked at Sakurai Kogure and said A sentence she did not understand:
"It's just like the old him, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)