Under the night sky, on the top of a building not far from the NHK Concert Hall, a man and a woman stood on the top of the building, looking at Tiga and Bishop who were fighting in the distance. Both of them were wearing the same medieval clothes. One of them is Mitsuo Banqiao, the prophet that TPC is trying its best to find.
"It seems that your plan has failed," Mitsuo Banqiao looked at Bihummel who exploded after being hit by Tiga's light blade, and said, "I said, don't underestimate him. No matter how downcast he is, he is still Tiga. Ultraman.”
"Ha," the female Kirialodian sneered and said, "Weren't you the one who challenged him last time? Didn't you also lose?"
"I'm here to determine how well his strength has recovered," Mitsuo Banqiao turned around, not looking at the flames after the explosion of Bihumel, and said: "The power of the Divine Beast Mirror is only so much, and two copies have been consumed. If we waste it any more, we will have no choice but to leave."
"If you were willing to allocate more power to me, my plan would have been successful a long time ago." The female Kiri Elode said unconvincedly: "The people here this time are all celebrities, and they have many fans. As long as they let them Belief in great gods will lead their fans to believe together, and then..."
"You are too naive. If there is such a big movement, TPC will find it immediately, and then Tiga will find it and search for us all the way. Then it will be terrible," Mitsuo Itabashi scolded, but his tone was still the same. He said unhurriedly: "Don't be impatient. Urgency will not lead to success. We cannot yet control the great Dark One's divine beast mirror. Now is not the time for a decisive battle with him."
"I hope so." The female Kirialodian didn't want to argue with him. After all, he was the one who salvaged the Divine Beast Mirror from the Sea Dragon Palace, and it was up to him to distribute the power in it. Otherwise, it would be his turn to point fingers.
Mitsuo Itabashi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, slowly flipped through the posts on the forum, and said with a smile: "Did you see it? Not everyone likes and admires Ultraman Tiga, and some people don't like him. The most indispensable thing in mankind is suspicious people. With a little guidance, these people can be used by us. They can lead more people to question Ultraman Tiga, and these people are our believers."
"I've done what you said, but there aren't many people yet..."
"I said, don't be anxious," Mitsuo Banqiao interrupted her forcefully and said, "He is the one who is anxious. He is more worried about the resurgence of the great Dark One than we are. After all, we can go to other places, and he But he will die here and continue reincarnation, which is really pitiful."
The 'phantoms' of Tiga and Bishop disappeared, and the two Victory Swallows in the air also returned. The Police Department and the Scientific Research Department, who came with follow-up support from TPC, rushed to the scene to conduct investigations, and the area quickly recovered. calm.
"Let's go, there's no excitement here." The female Kirialoid walked towards the south with a bored look on her face, while Mitsuo Itabashi glanced at the parking lot of the NHK Concert Hall in the distance and said to himself Said: "I really hope you can smile more, after all, there is not much time left for you."
After saying that, the bodies of the two people suddenly disappeared, turning into pale flame-like forms, burning rapidly, and then disappeared.
Silence returned to the rooftop again, leaving only the cold wind blowing by, but it could not carry what happened here to other places.
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On the most desolate road in Hikono Street, Chiba Makoto stopped his motorcycle. The roar of the engine alarmed the soba noodle stall owner. He looked up and looked over. His face was originally full of smiles, but when he saw it was Chiba Makoto, his expression changed. He suddenly collapsed and said in a helpless tone: "Why is it you again?"
Maya, who got out of the back seat, had just taken off her helmet when she heard the stall owner's words. She suddenly felt that this stall might be really delicious. Only long-established and well-known merchants would dare to treat customers with a bad attitude unscrupulously.
"I'm here to take care of your business, two bowls of soba noodles." Chiba Cheng didn't care about Obik's attitude at all, and sat down on his own, and even called Maya to come and sit.
"Why don't you go home?" Obik kneaded the dough and muttered: "Today is the New Year, and I should be eating soba noodles with my family. Why do you have to come to my place?"
"Home is where I am, so now home is here."
Chiba Makoto's words made Obik startled for a moment, but then he understood. He swallowed the rest of the words and said instead: "Okay, please wait a moment, it will be fine soon."
Maya sat next to Chiba Cheng, turning to look around. On this newly built road, the buildings on both sides have not yet been completed. The scaffolding and tower cranes are like ghosts and monsters in the darkness. It is quiet everywhere, and only the distant sound can be heard. The sound of fireworks coming.
All in all, it is a very desolate and desolate place, absolutely inaccessible. Not to mention bringing girls here, even boys are not willing to come here with others. This stall owner actually sets up a stall here, and it is still on the night of the New Year. It is really incomprehensible. Business acumen.
It was so unexpected that no one could have imagined it. It was like going to the desert to inspect, and then happily saying that no one here has an umbrella, so you can sell a lot of umbrellas. It is an absolute business genius, because only a ghost can understand this kind of talent.
So, Maya approached Chiba Cheng's ear and asked quietly: "Do you know him? Why are you setting up a stall here?"
"I know you, because I am the customer who visits the store the most, and I contribute at least half of the sales."
"...I can see it." Mayazan nodded. All you can find in this place are idle people. People who are so busy that they wish they were paralyzed. Even if they know, they don't have time to go to this place without a village or a shop to eat a bowl. I have never heard of soba noodles, not to mention this noodle stall. I can probably count the number of customers served in one day on two hands.
However, this thought disappeared immediately after taking the first bite of noodles. Chiba Makoto really did not lie to her. This soba noodles was really delicious. As a popular singer, she had tasted it in many high-end restaurants. There are many dishes made by special chefs, but no bowl of soba noodles can compare with this bowl. It is so delicious that you can't wait to swallow it.
Maya was very imageless. She finished the bowl of soba noodles in an almost ravenous manner. Not even the soup was left. She put the sea bowl down and lamented: "It's over. I ate too much."
Chiba Cheng smiled and said: "Let's give up body management now. You are not fat anyway. If you are so thin, don't lose weight. This will give the fat people a way to survive."
Maya puffed up her face and said, "It's all your fault. Why did you bring me to such a delicious place? I can't stop at all."
"Would you like another bowl?"
"No... give me half a bowl, just half a bowl!"
