[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The Fourth Branch of the Household Registration Division of the Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau, referred to as Scepter4.

Civil servants in uniform blue uniforms knocked on the door of the head of the department.

"Office Chief."

The head of the room is the king, Qing Wang Munakata Reisi, approaching the end of get off work time, he seems to be browsing the web seriously, but in fact he is on a errand, shopping for new puzzles online.

"what's up?"

"Finance who went to buy bento came back."

"You have to report this little thing to me? Besides, we don't have the right finances yet."

"It's about the ex-financial who went out to buy lunch boxes for everyone three years ago and never came back."

"Oh... where is he?"

"Vice Captain Awashima is with him in the meeting room."

As long as there is Awashima, Munakata will continue fishing until he gets off work.

For the first time, Awashima found that a person could become almost unrecognizable except for his appearance. She made tea and sat in the seat opposite him.

"Mitya."

Fuchao thought about which world he used this name, and also thought about her name all the way.

"You are pale..."

"Seri Awashima." Awashima helped him make up, "You suddenly disappeared without a word, and the financial situation has become chaotic again."

Fuchao is not interested: "This has changed a lot since I left."

"Didn't you disappear because you were sucked into a crack in the world?"

"No."

It turned out that he didn't know anything. To avoid being rude, Awashima no longer pursued it: "Not long after you left, the world collided and the barriers of multiple worlds merged."

Regardless of how it happened, the problem of rich rewards was finally resolved. What he wanted to return to was his original world. The first thing he saw was this building, and the name he used in the second world.

At that time, he was not a lawyer. He started as a trader and analyst in the financial industry and started a hedge fund. It took the economies of two continents and the time of the world to figure it out. The lawsuit will lose the bottom line.

"Are you coming back to work?"

Fu Cho looked out the window at the thick clouds and the low night: "No."

At the beginning, he was only here to use the government's privileges to learn first-hand information about the direction of internal policies, so that he could speculate in the stock market futures and currency markets to make money. The rest of the time he devoted himself to his duties and read the books in the back.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Use the population and household registration search system to find people." Fufu looked back, "Can people in the newly integrated world search?"

"No. You might as well ask Anna to find someone."

"Who?"

"Kushina Anna."

"where?"

"She is a member of the Barbara, the clan of the Red King."

"What is Barbara, a listed company?"

"It's the organization of our enemy, the Red Clan, and they own a bar called HOMEA." Awashima had a headache.

She remembered that Micah used to be a child who paid attention to etiquette, but now he went straight to the point without mercy.

"Appear suddenly, leave suddenly, you have been working here for a long time, and you really don't care about anything."

"Because it's unnecessary."

What Weisman deviation, super power organization, king does not have royal power, except for the kingdom of gold, Changlu Dajue has nothing to do with the financial world, business circles and national finance. In his eyes, it is no different from a few humanoid nuclear power plants that may leak at any time. Naturally, there is no need to waste time trying to understand what these two groups are fighting and who is fighting.

What's more, Fu Chou has been away from this place for so long that his memory is a little fuzzy.

There will be time misplacement in the time and space associated with each world, and the time flow rate is also different, which caused him to leave for decades, and it has been three years here.

Furthermore, Fushou has suppressed his anxiety since he came to this world, and he has a strange and strong feeling—there is no time.

"Is there a map?"

"For the time being, there is only a rough concept map. The worlds are still in the period of mutual exploration and negotiation. Only the airspace and some ports are open between continents."

"Let me print out a map, please."

"Yes, yes, the map data is in the head's computer."

Futo stood up, because of his superior memory of terrain and routes, he didn't need Awashima to lead the way.

Munakata had just placed an order for puzzles when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Enter."

The visitor nodded to Zongxiang, walked up to him and snatched his mouse.

"..."

Munakata leaned back on the office chair, watching him call up a new map and send it to the printer for printing.

He remembered the face of the former finance minister, after all, it was an unforgettable face, but the complexion was even worse, with a few white hairs mixed in the young black hair, which could not conceal the exhaustion.

The printer on the opposite side was beeping, and Munakata decided to say a few words.

"You may only be able to sort out the bad debts in the household registration department. You are welcome to come back to finance at any time. We have not recruited suitable new people."

"I can't even sort out my bad debts."

Fuchao went to get a copy of the world map and the road map of the city, and left without looking back.

It was raining on the road, and the sky was dim. The early spring in this world was actually colder than that Tokyo winter. His clothes were thinner and wet, but he found his way mechanically based on his experience. The streets with sparse hair and the alleys with rebellious graffiti all over the walls, pay no attention to everything, and stay in your own thoughts.

HOMRA confirmed that this bar was correct, and Fuchao pushed in regardless of the closure sign.

In the store, there is only one person in waiter clothes wiping glasses behind the bar, wearing colorful sunglasses, biting a cigarette, with a lighter in hand, looking leisurely.

"Sorry, the store is closed for business."

Fufu looked around, only this man was there, ordinary bars are only open for business at this time period, judging from the layout, there is still an upstairs space that is not open, it should be the gathering place for members of their Red King tribe, and it happened that people were dispatched when he came up.

Fuchou gasped for breath at the door and asked, "I'm a foreigner. I just got out of the car and lost my way. Can you let me hide from the rain?"

"Hmm..." He looked at the dusty traveler whose hair was still dripping at the door, his bright green pupils trembling slightly uneasily in the light of the bar, although he had doubts, "Please sit down, I'll get you a note." towel."

Fu Chou sat in front of the bar and took the towel, took out a silver coin and put it on the dark red table.

"My name is Kusanagi Izumo." Kusanagi smiled, "No, I can't find zero for this either."

"Then give me a similar drink."

Fuchou took off his glasses and wiped them with a towel.

"So I'm still in business." Kusanagi began to mix the drink, "Where are you from?"

"Is this store making money?"

"It's nothing to do with my topic."

"It's definitely not profitable to operate like this."

"You also ran a bar?"

"more than."

"Then I have to ask for advice..."

"What kind of business do you pay for?"

Kusanagi put the coaster in front of his desk: "Anyway, you are the first guest who can give silver coins, and you are luckier than me."

Wealth pays for silence.

"If people have such a thing as wealth luck, everyone's fate is already determined." Kusanagi put the mixed wine on the coaster, "It's hard to say what the future will be. What is the guest planning to do in Tokyo?"

Fu Chou took the wine from mid-air and drank it all in one gulp.

"Come find someone, stay for a while." No need for a future.

As he spoke, he got up and walked to the door, the rain stopped, and the doorway was still empty.

He didn't know what the wine was just now, and his whole body became hot. He walked out the door and smelled the cold and fresh rain. He squatted by the door, his eyes fell on the wet mud between the bricks, where there was a small moving insect.

The most beautiful thing has the worst fate, it can only coexist with the mud and live in the dark.

Thinking of some far-fetched things, the little bug began to become blurred, and then black shadows filled the field of vision.

With the lights of the storefront, night blindness should not be done. He put his hands in front of his eyes, and even wondered if his eyes were open, only to hear the sound of footsteps stepping on the rain getting closer.

A big hand held his arm and picked up Fufu. The smell of smoke was mixed with the smell of burnt fire. It should be a man. The surrounding temperature seemed to rise with this person, and there were noisy voices in his ears. I guess this person should be from a house. In kindness, Fuchao let him help him into the store.

Kusanagi greeted the man who brought him in and was called Brother Zun, and then asked Fuzuo, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Perhaps his eyes were tired, so he blinked vigorously, and he could see again. He picked up the glasses next to the wine glass and put them on.

"It's okay, the degree has deepened, and you are no different from a blind man without glasses."

Then he turned his head and looked at the person who was probably the Scarlet King. Beside him was a girl with white hair and red eyes in a black gothic dress. Among the group of flirtatious men, she was the only one who looked like Anna.

Everyone stared at Fuchou vaguely, Fuchou stared at her, and she was also looking into Fuchou's eyes through the red beads that seemed to be clotted with blood.

Fucho held back his discomfort with various red elements: "Excuse me, are you Anna Kushina?"

"I am." She tilted her head, "What are you doing?"

"Can you help me find someone, please?"

Some people spoke about this, some shouted at him, and some people walked up to him and pushed him, but he was unmoved and only looked at Anna inquiringly.

Anna glanced at the red-haired man beside her, and finally said, "Range map."

Fuchao spread out the half-wet world map.

She came over and put three glass beads on it loosely: "Is there any token of contact with him?"

Fu Chou touched the pendant from his neck and tore it off for her.

"My father once baptized him with this blessing."

"his name."

"Kurapica..."

Three glass beads wandered around the map, delineating a place.

It is the original world of Fufu. If I remember correctly, it is the coastal area of ​​the Republic of Batoqia, with Mount Kukulu attached.

But this picture is too simple, the delineated area is not small, and it looks like Youkexin City, where the Nosra family headquarters is. The only time he went back for a short time was that Kurapika was the Nosra family's bodyguard.

Thanking her, Fuchao took out another map and faced Kusanagi: "Do you know how to get to this world?"

"Our world and that are separated by a large sea area. Airplanes are not good, and the magnetic field between the worlds is unstable." Kusanagi gestured on the map, "You can take a boat, and you can get there in about a day. It is only half an hour from the nearest port to the west."

Fuchao marked the location and route on the map.

"Although there is a night boat, it's already midnight, why don't you leave now?"

"Ah."

"May I ask why you are looking for this man named Kurapika?" Kusanagi heard that the name looked like a man from a foreign land, "There is no purpose, so don't answer if it's inconvenient."

"He is the last of my kind."

Looking at the blue-green eyes he turned away, Kusanagi nodded without knowing it, and watched him push open the shop door alone and head for the port overnight.