The sunshine in May was burning, just as the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was busy searching for that gang.

It's another morning.

The sun shines on the bed through the window lattice, and Xia Yi opens his eyes in the sound of birds. The cloth soul and Fang Tian Painting Ji and the Qinglong Sword lean against the wall together.

After getting up, he brushed his teeth and looked at the straight knife. It had been three days since he arrived in Edogawa District, Tokyo. During these three days, Xia Yi was studying the knife. Although he had obtained the ability to help him hold the handle, he still found that once he used it twice, his body would be in a state of rapid fatigue.

And it is impossible to sense the residual will of the original owner with the painting halberd or the Qinglong sword.

After the sound of flushing water.

When Xia Yi came out of the bathroom, the sound of a car sounded downstairs. He followed him downstairs. Lin Wensheng had already gotten up, sat in the living room, assembling bombs. The coffee table was filled with various small parts and metal pieces bought from outside, and even some experimental equipment, specially used for refining.

Outside the half-open floor-to-ceiling window on the side, Guo Manyuan was playing with a frisbee on the pudding lawn. "Jiu Ye" occasionally flew down from the eaves to make trouble, and took the frisbee away from the air. He watched a man and a dog beg him below, and then he let out two happy crys and returned the things to them.

The dog girl who took the frisbee back turned around and shouted to the figure wearing a cloak under the eaves: "Come and play together."

Magneto, who was sitting under the eaves, just tilted his head to this sentence, blinked his eyes, revealed confusion, and looked around. Intermittent amnesia broke out again at this time.

Zhou Jin, sitting on the sofa, looked bored at the island country's morning news, unable to understand a word.

I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

She looked up and saw a figure descending from the wooden stairs, and glanced at the small living room: "Where is the electric python?"

"It's still sleeping." The woman dropped the remote control, supported her chin with her hands, and looked straight at Xia Yi who had just gone downstairs.

"I really want to play with men..."

Lin Wensheng glanced over and turned around quickly.

While talking, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance, and then the sound of Fatty, Ma Bang and the translator named Liao Yu walking and laughing.

"Lao Yi, we're back."

Zhao Dezhu came over with two bags of snacks, opened the snacks and took out some quick food, "This island country's street is really clean, but the things are too expensive... Fortunately, when we came, Meiqi Shao gave us some money, otherwise we would have to grab them all the way."

"Why don't you say picking up trash?" Ma Bang picked up an apple, and as soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jin hit his butt with the tip of his shoe.

The former gritted his teeth and blushed, and directly squatted on the ground with his back buttocks.

The fat man picked up the apple on the ground, rubbed it on his clothes, and took a bite: "If you want to be embarrassed, you can only throw it in China. If you run to the Japanese, you will throw it away. That's not bad."

Not long after, everyone had breakfast and surrounded Xia Yi, and a map of Tokyo was also spread out on the coffee table.

During these three days, Ma Bang and Fatty took the translator to plan the road map according to the location of the Yasukuni Shrine and the Shouming Building, stretching from the Chiyoda area to the Taitung District where Ye Qiuyuan is located, where the Shouming chaebol is nearby.

"After attacking the Yasukuni Shrine, the island police were nervous for a while and would definitely rush over to reinforce. We must retreat unstoppablely. Magneto, electric python, and mad rat arrived at their location as planned..."

If you don’t waste time, it will take about an hour to drive from Yasukuni Shrine to Yeqiuhara, Taitung.

Speaking of this, Xia Yi followed the map and looked over at Ma Bang over there: "...Old Ma, are you used to driving on the right? Also, the route is not recorded in our minds, we don't have a second chance."

"Don't worry, boss, I've been running the planned line these two days, and I remember it all in my heart."

He snapped his palm.

Xia Yi stood up, and everyone around him also stood up.

"Hurry up, I really want to see how those names engraved on the tokens were burned by fire, and how those islanders outside felt."

He looked at his companions and smiled.

Afterwards, he drove to Chiyoda's shrine with Ma Bang, Zhou Jin and the fat man.

More than an hour later, the car was parked nearby, and Ma Bang and Fatty stayed in the car.

Xia Yi and Zhou Jin only took the translator to the south gate of the shrine. There were many passengers and pedestrians here, not as mysterious as those circulated outside. The architectural furnishings were not much different from other shrines.

The big torii is a place similar to the archway. It is a little bigger. A large number of tourists and pedestrians walked past the ground. Xia Yi and his group did not encounter security checks or anything else. They mixed in the crowd and walked in.

But the guards have much more security than before. They occasionally throw a glance at the crowd and don’t look at them anymore.

After climbing the stone steps, it is a long road. From time to time, you will see warning signs on the roadside, which read the things you should pay attention to when visiting, worshiping and other things.

The surrounding scenery is actually similar to most of the people in China, but Xia Yi and others are not in the mood to see those. The Yasukuni Shrine is very big and it is impossible for every place to be destroyed. Naturally, they go straight to the temple of worship and the main hall behind.

"Boss, there are also *******s wearing military uniforms of the World War II island countries..." The direction Zhou Jin looked at was not far from the side of the palace, and more than a dozen people were wearing military uniforms from the invasion of China.

Translator Liao Yu whispered beside him: "That's the Zhu Guanghui people, don't pay attention to them."

However, Xia Yi did not respond, but just held a brochure in front of the worship hall and looked silently, with fonts of several countries mixed in, including Chinese.

The roughly meaning is: the shrine worships more than 2466,000 dead souls, and there are also war criminals who were executed by military courts, all of whom died in order to protect the heroes who died in the motherland...

"Invade other countries and become protecting the motherland...haha." Xia Yi held the brochure, turned to look at the translator who was still about to speak, and said softly.

"You can go back."

"Then... well..." Liao Yu was stunned for a moment, hesitated and retreated, took a few glances before slowly turning around and leaving.

Xia Yi raised her head and looked at the white banners in front of her worshiping the hall.

Loading it in the hands behind you.

The brochure slid down and floated to the ground—

"What a clear morning..." he said softly.

*******

White clouds are like catkins, birds fly across the sky, and the neat streets below are among the pedestrians between shops.

Lin Wensheng, who had a scarred face, swept across the surrounding buildings.

After looking for the small crowded alley, I walked in, and stuck a flashing disk in the corner. Soon, I walked to other places, along the streets, between buildings, or under the sewer manhole covers...

On the other side, the streets passing by were trams.

In a suit, the bald Magneto was like an office worker and an electric python taking the elevator to the top of a certain tall building, looking at another towering building in the distance.

"That's the Shouming Caibang?"

Under the lively and bright sky, the iron objects around him trembled faintly in the sound of his speech.

It was a sunny morning.

But.
Chapter completed!