"Travelling?"
Gu Xingben noticed something unusual and asked on the spot, "Where are you going?"
"Go find Red Shirt," the frogman said with a wry smile, "In other words, go save Zhen Yi."
"Didn't the National Police Agency organize a special team to find the whereabouts of the red shirt?" Gu Xing said.
Monsters like Red Shirt that are alienated by investigators are called "Alienated Monsters", also known as "Abyss Monsters".
He also learned such a cruel truth from Mikami Masashi——
In this world, whenever an alienated grotesque appears, the investigation systems of various countries will use all means to eliminate or restrict the other party. This is because the growth potential of [alienated grotesques] is much higher than that of other types of grotesques, and most of them They all tend to destroy the world.
The alien grotesque who led to the almost annihilation of the second generation of investigators in this country is a typical case.
Prior to this, Nobuhiko Kumada was also a key target of the National Police Agency's investigation, but because he appeared and disappeared quite suddenly every time, no effective restrictions were implemented.
After Nobuhiko Kumada joined the Weird Alliance, his whereabouts were confirmed, and he lost the attribute of disorderly and chaotic killing, the National Police Agency continued to reduce the danger of Nobuhiko Kumada to the temporary observation level.
"See that old man?"
The frogman took Gu Xing to the window of the apartment and looked downstairs. There stood a bald old man wearing a kimono and holding a quinoa staff. Because of the distance, Gu Xing couldn't see his face clearly, but he looked quite majestic.
"That's Mai's grandfather, codenamed Kuchiki, a member of the Investigator Elders Committee, and the first generation of investigators in our country," the frogman said with a bitter smile: "When Mai came to Lidu as an investigator, a senior I respected very much told me I will protect Zhenyi’s safety no matter what. Unfortunately...I broke my promise."
"That kind of life and death moment..."
"that time,"
The frogman shook his head and interrupted Gu Xing, "I had a chance to save Zhenyi, but you saw the result - I chose Dongluo."
Gu Xing still wanted to enlighten the other party, but the frogman said: "Now that the matter is over, I have decided to follow Mr. Kuchiki to find the footprints of the red shirt. Before I leave, there are three things I am worried about, and I want to ask you..."
"Let me guess,"
Gu Xing said: "The first thing is, you want me to take care of Dongluo."
"That's right, I'm not forcing it. I just hope that you can protect her safety for me within your own capabilities."
"The second thing is that the investigators in Lidu are changing over from old to new, and the handover process is a little hasty. You are worried that something will happen, so you want me to help you more?"
"That's right, again, just take action within your ability." "The third thing is, are you worried about Naoki, the member of the Nakano Boxing Club, and want me to take care of him?"
"You are really a roundworm in my belly."
"If you still claim to be my brother when you are asking for something from someone, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the other person to agree happily."
"Brother..." Frogman picked up Gu Xing's cup from the table and handed it over, "Drink some water."
Fujino, who was reading at the side, looked over dumbfounded...
…
After walking out of the Shibuya apartment, the frogman felt relaxed.
With Gu Xingjun taking care of him, Dongluo should not be in serious trouble unless he encounters a destructive level monster. Lidu will not fall into ruin due to the prevalence of weirdness. For some reason, he had a strong sense of trust in Gu Xing.
Before coming to the Shibuya Apartment, he made a special trip to the office building of Naya's office and used a paper airplane to deliver a letter to the building, asking the Faceless Director to continue to support the work of Lidu investigators. At least...don't cause any trouble.
"Why did it take so long?" Kuchiki looked at the frogman and frowned.
"I'm sorry, sir," the frogman quickly bowed, "there are too many things I want to explain."
"Did you also leave a will?" Kuchiki asked.
"That's right."
"Then let's go."
The frogman waved his hand in the distance, and a black car drove over. He took a step forward, opened the right rear door, and asked Kuchiki to get in the car.
At this time, a pair of quite eye-catching men and women passed by.
The man's appearance is quite handsome, while the woman's appearance is even more outstanding, exuding a rather subtle charm.
The frogman looked at the man and woman and refused to look away for a long time.
"What?" Kuchiki asked.
"There's something wrong with that woman," the frogman still looked over there, "I think..."
"Get in the car." Kuchiki said.
"Uh... ok."
"There are endless weird things in this world. But there will always be people rushing forward one after another. No one is irreplaceable. Just follow me wholeheartedly."
…
Ogura Hiromasa glanced at the car parked on the side of the road and noticed that the ugly-looking man in strange clothes was staring at him. Next to the man stood a bald old man holding a quinoa staff. The two of them looked very abnormal.
However, Ogura Hiromasa had no intention of talking to the two of them at the moment. His attention was entirely focused on the young woman next to him - the woman he met by chance while outdoor collecting today. After seeing her for the first time, he was immediately shocked and couldn't help but want to be with her. The thought of talking followed me all the way.
"Hello,"
Ogura Hiromasa took two quick steps, walked to the woman's side, and said to her, "Excuse me for my excuses."
"Um?"
The woman stopped and looked at him, "What do you want?"
"Uh, uh,"
Hiromasa Ogura stuttered, "Uh, yes, that's it... My name is Hiromasa Ogura, and I am a photographer."
As he spoke, he took out a well-made name tag from his arms and handed it to the woman.
"I noticed you just now...your temperament, figure, and image are very, very good. Therefore, I would like to take the liberty of inviting you to be my model and take some photos for you. Don't worry, I will pay you a fee." It’s a considerable fee, and I will personally deliver the finished product to you afterward..."
Judging from Ogura Hiromasa's experience, generally speaking, after sending out paid photos as a killer, young and beautiful girls tend to flock to them. The models even offered to shoot for free. But facing this stunning beauty in front of him, Ogura Hiromasa was not so sure.
"It's a photo," the woman said lightly, "I'm not very interested."
"Don't refuse in a hurry,"
Ogura Hiromasa stopped in front of the other party and said hurriedly:
"My photography skills are quite famous in the surrounding area. You can try to take a set first and see - there is always something to leave behind in life, especially for a beautiful girl like you. If you don't leave something behind, A few stunning photos, I’m afraid future generations will not know that such an extreme woman has ever lived in the world!”
"Okay, but," the woman heard and sneered, "If you don't satisfy me enough, you will be in trouble."
"Of course. By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet."
"Call me Sakurako."
