Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

An old man with dark spots on his face and saggy cheeks looked at him and said in a weak voice, "Guisun Sang, it's been two days and the target hasn't shown up yet, could it be because of some intelligence?" Mistake, people are not here in Tokyo?"

Guisun, the Mediterranean old man sitting opposite, took a sip of sake and snorted coldly: "The information is very accurate! The target appeared here three days ago! Obviously, the target has already hidden!"

"If this is the case, it will be difficult." The old man who spoke just now sighed, his eyelids drooping tiredly: "It's just the friendship of 5000 million and the Kondo family in Heianjing, there is really no way to waste more time on it It's over."

Guisun-san's face darkened, his fists clenched, and he stared at the old man opposite: "Kondo-san, why haven't we received an answer to the information we need? Is it really difficult to find out the information about the target in Tokyo?"

The old man named Kondo sighed, fumbled in his large sleeve robe, took out a photo, put it on the desktop, pushed it over and said, "The shrine is not easy to mess with, especially because it has a special relationship with Yinyangliao. A close shrine... This old man spent a lot of effort to find out, Guisun-san, what price do you offer?"

Guisun Sang stared straight at him and raised his right hand.

A person bent down and delivered a silver-white box, opened it, and faced the opposite side.

Inside are ten stacks of neatly stacked [-] yen new bills.

Guisunsang raised her hand and stretched out to the front, said indifferently: "1000 million, give it to me."

Kondo laughed a few times, squeezed his face together with wrinkles, and pushed the photo under his hand.

Guisun took it and opened it directly. On it was a group photo of the three of them.

One is the target, an extremely beautiful girl, and a taller boy.

Guisun looked at the girl in the photo, unable to move his eyes away for a moment, he suppressed his voice and asked, "Who is she?"

"Who is it?" Fujimoto, who had just asked his subordinates to count the money and put away the box, had a strange smile in his eyes: "She is the target's older sister."

Guisun was silent for a moment, clenched and loosened his hands, and said after a while: "We are businessmen! Just take the right hand of the target is enough..." He raised his head, pointed at the last tall boy in the photo: "He ...It's not from the Bai Chuan family, is it?"

Fujimoto smiled and nodded: "The target is withdrawn and has no friends. According to the old man's investigation, he is the only one who is close to this boy... There are rumors that this boy is after the target's sister."

"Pursuit? Such a beautiful person, how can he be worthy of him!" Guisun's eyes suddenly turned dark, and his old face was slightly distorted: "Take him to catch the target and go out!"

Chapter 36 Ah~ got caught

In the small courtyard of Furutegawa's house, Furatekawa and Yuka are putting up decals together.

The flower paper is similar to the door gods posted during the Spring Festival. The image of the gods in this country is printed on the flower paper here, which is the custom of celebrating the birthday of the gods.

Today is God's Christmas Day, the national holiday, mall fracture promotions, as well as parade floats and fireworks shows, it's as lively as a carnival version of the New Year.

"A little bit to the right, and then

As soon as the good news came to an end, Furutegawa immediately pressed the floral paper in his hand against the wall.

After pasting it, he took a few steps back and looked back and forth, but found that it was not symmetrical with the one on the left, and it was not on the same level.

He was immediately speechless.

Are you nearsighted or what?

But Youjia was very satisfied: "It's only good-looking if you have a little personality!"

"It looks like a mess."

"Otherwise, what is personality?"

"Oh..." Furategawa was at a loss for words, his words really made sense.

Okay, you have personality... I will post with you next time, I will be Wang Jiang.

He stooped to pick up a few red lights that had been placed on the ground, and hung them up everywhere.

The plain white courtyard is directly festive.

Youjia took a red scarf, ran to the side, and tied it around the neck of an ugly, fat snowman.

This snowman was built by her, Qingkong and Xiaotiaoyou. She said that such an ugly one is called a snowman, and the one in Gudechuan can only be called a snow sculpture.

After finishing the decoration in the yard, Furutegawa went to the house and brought a bunch of things out, locked the door and the gate, and said to Youjia who was standing at the door: "Let's go, let's go to Xiaoniaoyou's house."

Xiaoniaoyou, Youjia, and Qingkong are good friends. In previous years, on the Christmas Day, the three of them put up decals and hung lanterns together... As for Mr. Glasses, his wagashi shop will be out for Christmas in the past few days. The topic of wagashi will be very busy... Furutegawa will also go to buy it later.

And this year, with his joining, it can be regarded as a particularly capable labor force, Qingkong is no longer alone, and has to work hard for the family's dinner, so the work of decals this year falls on him and Youjia, who has nothing to do on the head.

"Furutegawa, do you have a gift for me today?"

"Well, there are still some."

"Ah? What does it mean to have more or less? Does it mean that I am dispensable? Are my gifts different from those of Qingkong Walnut Blossom Dance?"

"..."

There was full concern in Youjia's eyes, but Furudegawa knew that she didn't care whether it was from him, but only cared about the gift.

Furutegawa thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's almost..."

"That's good!" You Jia breathed a sigh of relief, then puffed out her chest, and said confidently, "The three of us are together, so we can't treat them differently!"

"Yes, yes, the three of you are together."

"Well, that's right! By the way, what is the gift? Tell me quietly, and I promise not to tell Qingkong and Huawu."

Guatechuan gave her a sideways look, have you swallowed the word "together"?

The two walked to the door of Xiaoniaoyou's house, and when they were about to go in, Furutegawa suddenly caught a glimpse of seven or eight mafia figures in black clothes and sunglasses walking hurriedly from the corner of his eye, all eyes still focused on his face.

Looking for me?Want to rent a house again?He gave Youjia what was in his hand and let her go in first.

Youjia looked to the side, didn't say anything, and went to Xiaoniao Youjia first, she also thought that she came to find Gutechuan to rent a house, after all, she had seen it several times in the past few days.

At this time, a van roared from afar and stopped suddenly in front of him.

Several men in sunglasses ran over and surrounded him, one of them took out a switchblade, his voice was low and threatening: "Get in the car!"

Furutegawa Kamimi looked at them in surprise.

Okay, I haven't troubled you yet, but I have delivered it to your door first?tie me up?What do you want?Rob my house?

His gaze deepened, he raised his hand and slapped the guy holding the knife at him, the latter turned into a spinning top in mid-air, fell heavily on the ground, unconscious, and the knife in his hand flew to nowhere .

The gangsters around him didn't react, Furutegawa glanced at Xiaotiao Youjia, darkness appeared in his eyes, and the [Nightmare] field unfolded invisible, he thought for a while, and pointed at the unlucky guy on the ground who pointed a knife at him just now, calmly Said: "Take him into the car."

The two people who looked like puppets squatted down and carried the unlucky guy on the ground into the car.

Then Furutogawa also sat in, crossed his legs, and said calmly, "Get in the car, let's have a good chat."

The rest of the men in sunglasses lined up and squeezed into the car. After the door was closed, the car started slowly and drove along the road to the predetermined destination.

Guatechuan sent a text message to Youjia, saying that he would go out and come back later.

Youjia was a little puzzled, but didn't ask further.

He put away his mobile phone and asked slowly: "You gangsters are really going back more and more. If you don't rent you a house, you want to force it? Say, who thought of kidnapping people?"

Someone answered dreamily: "Our boss."

"what is it call?"

"Grandson."

Gui grandson?Guatechuan was taken aback, and turned his head to look at the person who answered for three seconds. If this guy was not still lost in the [Nightmare], he would have thought that this guy was teasing him.

There are such wonderful people in the world?

But thinking about what he did, maybe it really lives up to the name...

The car entered the North District, drove north all the way, and drove to an industrial park. It continued on and went directly into an extremely empty warehouse.

When Gutechuan got off the car, he immediately saw a group of gangsters surrounding a Mediterranean old man, roasting a few oil drums by a fire.

The weather is also strangely cold, and it's still in such a shady place, especially wearing thin shirts and shorts... It's not easy to be a gangster!

He sighed a little, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward with the underworld surrounding him.

The old Mediterranean man over there has been staring at him, his eyes are like poisonous snakes, dark and cold, as if he saw an enemy.

Gu Techuan looked at him in surprise, why does this Guisun seem to hate him very much?

Is it so angry if I don't rent you a house?Huh?No, I don't seem to have seen this turtle grandson at all...

When he walked up to the group of people.

The muscles on the cheeks of the Mediterranean old man twitched, he lit a cigarette for himself, and said coldly: "Hit! Just don't beat me to death!"

The people around Furategawa remained silent, making Guisun and the subordinates behind him stunned.

Gu Techuan examined Guisun, and calmly said: "Hit! Beat him half to death first!"

The gangsters around him were stunned, they all raised their fists and rushed towards Guisun.

Guisun was startled and furious, and cursed angrily: "Bastard! See clearly before hitting!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his buttocks, he was caught off guard, and fell into the mud like a dog, landing on all fours, like a big bastard.

All the men in black started kicking around him.

Furutegawa went to pull a stool and sat down, watching quietly.

Half a minute later, he snapped his fingers, and everyone stopped and dispersed, revealing Guisun lying on the ground, his head covered in blood, unconscious.

He glanced, thought for a while, and asked, "Why do you have to rent my house? Is there a treasure under my house?"

"do not know……"

"Ah? Anyone know?"

No one answered.

Guatechuan was surprised: "I have been kidnapped by you, and I still don't know anything? Your boss's secrecy work is really good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone said with a dull expression: "I tied you to attract the target..."

"Huh?" Guatechuan was startled, crossed his hands, put them on his lap, and looked at him: "Explain, elaborate."

...After more than a minute, Furutegawa pulled out a photo from the arms of Guisun who passed out.

In the photo is a photo of him, Hu Tao and the little priest.

"Hey, gangsters in Tokyo, are you so courageous, Fujimoto?" He said to himself, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Huh!" The true energy turned into flames, burning the photo to a handful of ashes.

This group of tortoise grandchildren really belong to the spinning top, but they are short of pumping!