"Grandpa Miyazaki won't tell you stories today."
"Let me read a list. This is a long, long, long list. Maybe there are people you are familiar with in these names. So try to find them and find opportunities to joke with them! Tell some little secrets that only you know, tell some... little stories that you or both of you have forgotten for a long time."
"The results may be disappointing, but believe me, remember this list and remember the names of these people. If even you forget them, then their existence will become meaningless."
Grandpa Miyazaki didn't say much else. He directly began to read out the names. There were no so-called revelations of the truth or conspiracy theories.
Because these are easy to guide.
The more sensational the propaganda method, the easier it is to be led in the opposite direction.
Only the simplest and most unquestionable things can be truly 'ironclad'.
"Yamaikawa Kaoru, Kamimo Tomoko, Emiya Hana, Kashiwagi Yuya, Kamijou Higashi, Aoyama Asuka..."
Grandpa Miyazaki recited the names one after another clearly.
Even this simple recitation reveals extraordinary emotions.
It's like... in front of people's eyes, the faces that were once vivid are now quietly going away, taking off their hats, smiling, and saying their final goodbyes.
Old people, young people, children, women...
The radio message was quickly intercepted.
A large number of magnetic bombs were launched over Dongho City. Those whose signals were weak and relied on electromagnetism to release messages would be strongly interfered with.
On the ground in Dongbao City, an ordinary small RV was filled with various equipment used to strengthen the signal.
Grandpa Miyazaki was also squeezed into these devices, reciting the names that made him cry.
Wearing thick spectacle frames, the old man's eyes were filled with tears.
He seems to be a person with a low tear point and sheds tears easily. Even time has not given him the strength that an old man should have.
Every name, every face I never knew.
At this moment, there was an indescribable sadness that lingered in my heart.
Individual aircraft carrying a large number of guards began to patrol in mid-air.
More reconnaissance hummingbird robots began to shuttle between buildings in groups.
Shopping malls, bars, dance halls, theaters, various entertainment venues...as well as some private companies and hotel rooms are all covered with informants.
Those daily household appliances that people are not wary of have quietly turned on their hidden functions, begun to receive messages, and monitor everything.
The seemingly chaotic and simple movement of the RV was still quickly locked.
In a dense network, it is a rare 'blank' area, which is worthy of attention.
Kurokawa was wearing a black JK dress and climbed onto the roof of the car with a long knife.
The RV has a robot and continues to drive quickly.
And she stood on the roof of the car holding a knife, letting the strong wind blow through her hair, majestic.
When the screen focused on Kurokawa's face, some people's expressions changed.
"Found! She is Kurokawa Ayase, the niece of...that one. Her father is Kurokawa Muhua, who committed suicide ten years ago. She was raised by her mother!" Someone quickly found Kurokawa Ayase. data of.
Everyone who thought about that person subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
No... He is just fine!
"Solve the trouble quickly, capture the people alive, and dig out their roots." Someone quickly issued an order.
A large number of robots first swarmed towards the RV.
Kurokawa was holding a long black-sheathed sword. He was standing on the roof of the car, but his feet were as stable as roots.
The long sword was unsheathed, black light flashed, and a large number of robots exploded one after another.
Kurokawa stood in the midst of the explosion, with the strong wind blowing at the hem of her skirt, but she remained calm.
More robots swarmed up.
Kurokawa jumped nimbly in mid-air, and every strike would never miss.
The light of the sword flying in the air smashed into pieces the robots that surrounded them one after another.
"She used a ghost weapon, and it should be a ghost weapon with straight-cutting and sharp attributes. There shouldn't be too many such weapons... Find out who leaked such a ghost weapon to someone... ··'student'!"
"Also, she must have learned the art of eating ghosts to have such physical fitness. Check to see if she has joined any firm. If so... control the entire firm first." The police officer Here, a policeman is giving orders.
A junior police officer reported: "Report! Kurokawa Ayase joined Kuroiwa Office and quit after half a month. Do you want to control him?"
Jingjing said: "Didn't you hear my order? Bastard! Hurry up and do the work!"
A police officer on the side reminded in a low voice: "Police Muto! Now the offices are all managed by the Office Alliance. Should we notify Boss Lu in advance before arresting him?"
"No! Boss Lu is currently in a meeting at the Sky Tree... He doesn't have time to manage these trivial matters." Jingjing said directly.
When the people below heard this sentence, they immediately had many associations.
After all, Boss Lu took care of everything in Ueno.
Now that Ueno has become the new A-class, the government has spent a lot of effort to cover up this matter.
The glory that Boss Lu once enjoyed will probably never return.
Small RVs are still moving quickly through the streets.
And a large number of aircraft have begun to aim and shoot on the streets.
Kurokawa held the knife and kept jumping, cutting down the aircraft and robots, but after all, he couldn't do anything alone.
boom! boom! boom!
Lasers continued to penetrate the outer layer of the RV and then penetrated into the interior of the car.
Grandpa Miyazaki remained motionless and continued to read the names.
Under the laser fire, he didn't have any fear.
But when he read those names, he couldn't help crying and trembling slightly.
At this time, the people who were waiting in front of the radio station and listening to this final 'confession' consciously picked up paper and pen and recorded these names in the simplest way.
And in front of all these names.
They all unanimously added another name...Grandpa Miyazaki!
No one thought it was a lie.
Because when the emotions that are as real and as strong as substance pass through the simple and ancient radio station, one name after another is conveyed.
No one will ever question the authenticity of this.
Emotions can be conveyed through language and sound. First of all, this comes at the cost of burning the soul.
Boom!
Another aircraft was stepped on by Kurokawa on the back, a long knife was inserted directly into it, destroying the electronic core, and then crashed on the road.
A small missile passed over Kurokawa's head and exploded towards the small RV.
Apparently the government could no longer bear the exposure of Grandpa Miyazaki's names and chose to blow him up directly.
Rather than leaving it for later interrogation.
Kurokawa tried his best to fly over and cut down the missile with the knife in his hand.
But the two robots transformed into humans, rushed toward her, and entangled her.
In the dazzling firelight, the small RV was lifted high into the air by the explosion.
Kurokawa's eyes dilated and his pupils tightened.
