Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

"Dad, why did you call me suddenly?"

His tone took a 180-degree turn, and Miyamoto Kiyoshi asked cautiously.

"There was nothing wrong at first, but now something has happened. What's wrong with you? You have to be educated and well-educated, you know! How can you always use such a tone on the phone like this!"

"No matter what method you use within this month? Bring Ayako home. Your mother misses her daughter-in-law! There is also the matter of marriage. It's about time you make plans. Don't forget, you are already 27 Soon, I will be 30 years old!"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Kiyoshi immediately took out two earplugs quietly from the drawer and plugged his ears.

Because Miyamoto Kiyoshi knew that in the next half hour, his father would say a lot of words without any nutrition.

Gently placing the phone on the table and casually slumping down on the sofa, Miyamoto Kiyoshi flipped through the newspaper he had just casually held in his hand.

"Well, the days when the god of death is not exerting its power are peace and stability. Even the petty quarrels in the entertainment industry can be on the front page of the newspaper."

Feeling that everything is well and well, Miyamoto Kiyoshi couldn't help but dream about his next life.

Now, not to mention that I have infiltrated the Death Gang, but I am definitely considered a stranger.

Therefore, I have most likely obtained the gold medal for immunity from death. In the following days, as long as I pay a little attention, there should be no fatal danger.

Just as he was thinking like this, Miyamoto Kiyohisa suddenly discovered a problem. It seemed that he only considered himself from beginning to end, but the people around him did not necessarily get the so-called death-free gold medal like him.

"Okay, okay, Ayako was born with a gold medal for immunity from death. As for Hideo, after these days, he is almost a familiar face. He will definitely be able to trigger the first knife protection. If you are in the middle of a case, just pay attention. ”

After thinking about it carefully, Miyamoto Kiyoshi patted his chest and realized that his safety factor had been greatly improved without even realizing it.

After estimating the time, Dad's education session should be almost over, Miyamoto Kiyoshi took off the earplugs in his ears.

"Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said. You should pay attention to me, otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

Sure enough, on the other end of the phone, Masato Miyamoto had already entered the post-match settlement process.

"Okay, okay, dad, I know everything. Let's talk about it. What's the matter with you calling so late?"

"Damn it, it's all because you are so disobedient, you almost forgot about the real thing."

Masato Miyamoto seemed to be about to start a new round of speeches, but Kiyoshi Miyamoto immediately stopped him.

"Dad, it's really getting late. If you have anything to do, tell me quickly, otherwise I'll fall asleep later."

"Okay, yes, it's really getting late, and we can't keep people waiting. That's the thing. There is a person in the public security system who has been abroad all year round and has little contact with the public security system. Recently, he wants to temporarily live in Japan, but he needs a certain degree of confidentiality. After thinking about it, I still think it is safest to let him stay with you."

"Well, are you a spy sent abroad? Have you returned to China to retire?"

After hearing what his father said, Miyamoto Kiyoshi suddenly felt doubtful.

"Ah, that's not the case. He just accepted a secret mission and lurked in a foreign organization."

"Forget it, forget it, I'm sleepy. No matter so much, let him report to Hideo tomorrow. Let him live with Hideo during this period. Is there anything else?"

"No, let's go to bed early."

Perhaps because he heard that Miyamoto Seihisa was indeed a little tired, Miyamoto Masato didn't bother him too much and just asked Miyamoto Seihisa to go to bed first.

Not long after dawn the next day, even before the sun came out, Hideo Shibata welcomed a guest at the door of his house.

"You are the Amuro that Uncle Masato said, you came really early. Okay, you can find a room in this house to tidy up and live there. Brother Qingjiu will not get up until very late. If If you still want to live well, it’s better not to disturb him now.”

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Shibata!"

A man with wheat-colored skin, light blond hair, wearing a linen vest and black jeans, who looked like a foreigner, bowed and said politely.

Then, the little brother carried his backpack and travel bag into Shibata Hideo's house, picked a sunny room, and began to decorate it.

Three hours later, on the way to Miyamoto Kiyoshi's house, Amuro Toru politely asked Shibata Hideo: "Mr. Shibata, don't you know what should be noted when meeting Mr. Miyamoto?"

"Well, Brother Miyamoto is actually quite casual. As long as you don't bring anything dangerous to his house, otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."

After listening to Hideo Shibata's words, Toru Amuro couldn't help but have a question mark on his forehead.

Don't bring dangerous things with you. Are you afraid of safety?

No matter how you hear or read this sentence, there is something wrong with it, right?

Why is it that when I go over with something dangerous, I am the one who is in danger?

Although he was full of doubts, because he did not carry such an item, Toru Amuro did not delve too deeply into it.

"By the way, Mr. Shibata, do you need my help here? I can do a lot of things. If you don't let me work and let me live in vain, I will feel a little uneasy."

After driving for a few minutes, Toru Amuro, who was silent for a while, asked Hideo Shibata.

"Huh? Well, what do you know? You came from the public security system, so you should be pretty good at shooting, right?"

"Haha, actually it's just so-so. However, I still hope that there will be no more killing missions. This time when I return to Japan, I just want to live a peaceful life."

"Well, then, let's introduce yourself later and see how Brother Qingjiu arranges it for you?"

Miyamoto Kiyohisa's building had already appeared in his field of vision. Shibata Hideo immediately stopped worrying and left the problem to Miyamoto Kiyohisa.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Miyamoto Kiyohisa, who had just gotten up early and was sitting at the dining table drinking milk, glanced at the display screen not far away.

Suddenly, Miyamoto Seihisa, who never wastes milk, spurted out a mouthful of milk and spilled it directly on the table in front of him.

"Why is it this guy! Isn't he supposed to be hanging out at this moment?"

Looking at the patriots and working maniacs outside - Bo, Rei Furitani, Toru Amuro, and Motomoto, Miyamoto Kiyoshi couldn't help but silently raised a question mark in his mind.