"I probably know what time it is, thank you very much."

If it weren't for being in the car now, Toru Amuro would have wanted to give Ming Jue a 90-degree bow to express his gratitude.

These things are so important to him that he doesn't want to lose any of his friends.

Hagiwara's death date is January 6th. Since his death seven years ago, the Metropolitan Police Department will receive an email with a suspected countdown of the number every year.

This incident was mentioned when he met Matsuda before he entered the organization as an undercover agent.

Matsuda's accident...it's probably that day...

Ming Jue didn't say anything along the way, giving Anmu time to digest these contents.

In addition to these two news, the only thing he wants to say is Hideichi Akai is an undercover agent.

This matter is not a big deal. Anyway, they should be wary of what they should be wary of when they say it, so he doesn't rush to say it.

The car drove up to the top of the mountain.

There is a large area of ​​flat ground on the top of the mountain, which is specially used for people to park and build tents.

When the weather is good, many people come here to camp and set up tents at night, but it is cold in winter and the wind is strong on the mountain. Except for Amuro and Mingjue, there are no one else yet.

After getting off the car, Mingjue walked to the railing with wide view and leaned against the railing to overlook the entire city.

The tall buildings in the city below are densely covered with orderly stars, like silk clouds scattered above the city. Occasionally, a few tall buildings pierce the clouds, like lone giants, with their heads independent of the clouds.

Although I have become accustomed to seeing such high-rise buildings, when walking from the city to the outside of the city, it feels completely different from another angle.

He opened his hand and raised his head, letting the mountain wind blow through his ears, and the fatigue and pressure of the days of releasing Buddha were suddenly dissipated.

Gin has left, the plot is known, everything is developing in a better place, and will get better and better.

Amuro walked to him and looked down.

The mountain is not very high at an altitude, but because of its good view, it is possible to see the entire city clearly.

This is a very prosperous city and a very large city.

He couldn't even see the edge when he stood here.

"How is our city compared to Tokyo?"

“Very prosperous…”

Looking at the orderly city in front of you, Amuro looked a little confused.

I don’t know what Tokyo will look like in 2020…

It must be very prosperous...

After the rest, Mingjue took out the simple table, chairs and benches from the trunk and prepared to tie a windproof cloth.

Toru Amuro wanted to help him, but was rejected by Mingjue. "Please go and pick up some dead branches and dry firewood for me."

Amuro looked at the bushes outside the railing and nodded, "Okay."

This large area of ​​flat ground is far away from the bushes, so there is no need to worry that fire will cause fire. There are many roads on the mountain that have been stepped on by man. Following this road, you should be able to pick up a lot of dry firewood and branches.

It was getting late, and Anmuro came back with a pile of firewood in his arms. Ming Jue had already fixed the tents.

Looking at the tent with only one, Amuro tilted his head.

This guy was probably ready to make it open and honest in the morning. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be afraid of his “evil” being a “villain” in the middle of the night?

"I only have one tent at home, and I usually go out to camp alone, so there is no need to prepare too many tents. However, I put two sleeping bags and I don't have to worry about catching a cold at night when I sleep in my clothes."

The space inside the tent is quite large, so I specially bought another tent for Amuro Toru, which is quite unnecessary.

Looking at the generator, kettle, camping lights, and even a laptop next to the table, Amuro couldn't help but sigh, "You have prepared enough things."

He felt that Mingjue was almost moving his house.

"It's not like to come out to play and suffer..."

Ming Jue said, pouring him a cup of hot water from the kettle.

"Drink warm water."

Holding a cup with a warm feeling, Amuro Tomo was a little puzzled, "Why do you like drinking hot water so much?"

They don't have the habit of drinking hot water, but these days, the most he drinks is hot water.

"Because it's too cold to drink cold water." Ming Jue's answer was natural.

"Uh..." Tori Amuro was speechless.

Indeed, in this big winter, my stomach is very warm after a cup of hot water.

As the sky gradually darkens, the temperature on the top of the mountain slowly drops.

Ming Jue and Amuro Tsui sat around the fire, and the warm flames shone on their faces, dispelling the coldness of the winter night.

The two chatted casually like friends, and the content of the chat was from all over the world, from geographical differences, habits and customs to popular online rumor and trendy terms, the span was amazing.

The previous sentence may be talking about something, but the next sentence may not know where to go.

While the two of them were chatting, they had time to have something to eat. They picked up the skewers and put them on the fire and slowly turned. After they were cooked, they dipped some seasonings and put them in their mouths. They ate and chatted. It was already very late if they were accidentally.

Toru Amuro was very interested in Xia Yu, and Ming Jue was also willing to spread some things for him that seemed very ordinary to them.

However, it was more important to ask Amuro Toru what he was interested in.

"Are you talking about the code names of your organization's members? Are there any wine names like Moutai, Xifeng, Luzhou Laojiao, and Wuliangye?"

"Well, maybe there are, I have not been in contact with many people with code names so I can't give you an answer..."

"Do you say that gin is not inconvenient to the trouble of having such long hair? What if someone gets pulled in the hair while fighting?"

"Uh...I don't know, but with Gin's skills, I shouldn't be pulled by someone's hair..."

"That's not necessarily. His hair is so long, he can just pull it..." Ming Jue suddenly thought of something, "Hey, what if you say you'll pour some fluorescent agent into his shampoo? The glowing gin wine is very funny to think about it..."

"...He won't be hit..." Amuro's face turned black.

The question Mingjue asked is so strange. Who would normally think of such a problem?

And, do you think Gin won’t notice his shampoo being touched?

Although this kind of thing is really easy to be ignored...

But he must take a shower and wash his hair in a place he thinks is absolutely safe. Where can you know where you can take advantage of it...

At this time, far away in another world, Gin, who was wiping her hair shirtless in the bathroom, sneezing a big sneeze.

He wrapped himself in a bath towel expressionlessly.

"You said he washes his hair every few days? How long does it take to dry his hair? If the conditions are not good and he can't wash his hair for a long time, will he grow lice? Will his hair fade? Will it fall from golden to white..."

Akira's strange questions came one after another, and Amuro was speechless.

He is not gin and has no long hair, so why do he know this problem?!

However, when Ming Jue asked, he became a little curious.

"...I don't know, but I know someone who also has long hair. I can ask you another day." A black-haired man appeared in Amuro's mind, and he should be able to answer these questions.

The two were having fun chatting, but they didn't notice that time had quietly arrived at 12 o'clock.
Chapter completed!