A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 89
At night, in the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, there are hidden lights.

A magnificent and ethereal building stands in the mountains, and a faint neon halo covers the attic in the mountain like a tulle, like a mirage floating in the forest, ethereal and helpless.

This is a casino built in the mountains. In front of the casino is a stream and an exquisite bridge. It looks like a design of a fairyland on earth, but all the sins are hidden inside.

Girls in kimonos and fox masks greeted the guests on the bridge. There are not many people who can come here, because they either have no capital or are dead.

There are men in suits wandering around inside and outside the casino. They don't care about pinning knives or pistols to their waists, declaring the power of the owner here. Anyone who dares to make trouble here will generally have a bad end.

In the deepest part of the casino, there is a unique cave. This is a spacious room. It is no longer the brilliant decoration of the crystal walls in the casino, but is a bit outrageous, just like the room of ordinary people. The floor is covered with ordinary tatami mats. something unusual.

A stage, usually no one will put the stage into the home, but here it is.

The moonlight shone on the stage, and the white wooden screen obscured the figures, but there were no spectators watching the play.

The figure in the moonlight walks and sings and sings, singing a dream-like life, a gorgeous opera, in this lonely world, and in this hypocritical world, he interprets parting, drifting lonely soul.

No one can understand the loneliness in his heart, and there are few audiences under the sad stage, only hurried passers-by, leaving traceless footprints in this dream world.

Seeing him lift up the Zhulou, seeing him banqueting guests, seeing his building collapse...

The mask on his face covered his face, and he was wearing a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono. On the kimono, the flowers on the other side were blooming like blood-watered flowers in this vermilion world. With the white skin of a man, he looked like a singer walking with Huangquan. , but he sang "Yang Guifei" in the prosperous world.

"Tired and tired, the hairpin is a testament, which the Son of Heaven personally gave in the past;

Don't remember the style, talk to him, and be kind to you for a while;

Returning hairpins to Linqiong, three thousand weak water east, clouds red again;

The moon shadow has long since melted away, and there are many ways to go;

Lost the way, looking back is empty. "

This is pure Japanese Kabuki, but the song is "Yang Guifei" with a Chinese theme. Maybe his and her stories are somewhat similar.

The real Kabuki can only be performed by men, but he made it easy for people to ignore his gender, so that a man who plays a woman in Kabuki is called a female form, and he is the top.

He observes women, imitates and surpasses them. He understands the beauty of women even better than women. With a mask, he can turn all beings upside down with a unique dance without relying on beauty.

If he gets angry, there will be nothing to do with women.

But he suddenly stopped at this moment, sighed, sat cross-legged, slowly closed the paper fan in his hand, and looked indifferently at the entrance.

Someone has come, and the person who will come does not deserve to appreciate this dance.

The door of the entrance was pushed open, and a man with a mask walked in. He wore a pale mask on his face. On the mask was the smiling face of an ancient Japanese minister, with scarlet lips and iron black teeth. With a dignified smile, but it doesn't feel good, on the contrary, it's a little disgusting.

He walked on the tatami without making a sound like a ghost, and he should have been unable to see his expression under the mask.

But it made the "female figure" sitting on the stage feel that the man was smiling disgustingly.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

The "female shape" can clearly feel that this man is not in a good mood today, hehe, this is a matter of course, and it is also the result he wants to see.

"The commissioner of the headquarters came to Japan and received a task 'unintentionally', and this task happened to be one of my testing grounds," the voice under the Noh mask was calm, as if no emotion could be heard, "and, right here Experiments in the 'shelter' have also been exposed before."

"Is this normal? People from Sheqi Bajia are not fools. The exposure of that 'shelter' is a matter of time."

"Female form" said casually without looking at the man in front of him.Of course he understood what the man in front of him meant.

Someone deliberately leaked the Motolov cocktail to the headquarters, trying to bring Cassel Academy into the bureau, disrupting the man's plan.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter," the man snorted coldly, "Anyway, the experiment has basically been completed, it doesn't matter even if it arouses the vigilance of the secret party, it is never me who should be nervous, and I am also very interested in the people sent by the secret party. ."

Yes, it was never him. This man is like a man-eating ghost. He has accumulated enough resources, and the plan is about to enter the final stage. It is said that they are all dispensable pieces, but before the value is drained, the greedy he will not let go.

The "female figure" knows this man's greed, he hates this guy, but he has tried it, and he can't kill the man in front of him, so it's not too much to do some tricks in secret, right?
Of course he also knew that the man knew that he was behind the scenes, but so what?He knew that this greedy guy would not let go of such a useful piece for the time being.

With the advent of night, the bustling streets should be the beginning of nightlife.

But the black Mercedes-Benz team broke up the crowd like an army, disrupting the rhythm of the people.

Several dark motorcycles surrounded the convoy like guards. The people on the motorcycles were all black with helmets and blunt weapons on their backs.

The most outrageous is that the road ahead is a bulldozer!

Both pedestrians and vehicular traffic had to avoid this ferocious group.

In the center of the convoy was a black Maybach. The old man silently looked at the bustling street scene outside the window and recalled his past. He has been old for decades, but his hand has never left the Japanese sword on his body.

"1946..." The old man sighed softly, his forehead frowned, as if he was recalling something bad. It was obviously painful, but he had to face it.

Hilbert Jean Angers, the name he loved and hated, was always imprinted in his mind.

He still remembered that that year, this man came to Japan like a tyrant.

Angers rescued him and trampled them.

Obviously Angers was already a 67-year-old old man at that time, but it was this old man who used a stick and a jackknife to shave off all the pride of the Japanese mixed race.

He was wearing a tie and a suit, but he was doing something even more underworld than underworld.

(End of this chapter)