Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 7 Leaving Kyoto
  "Because you don't dare to slack off, no matter how tired you are, you have to pretend..."

100 million in cash can be regarded as a small fortune that I strive for. It is very good and can be fun for a while.

He doesn't understand business matters. He only cares about money. As for why he didn't extort a large amount of money, it's not because of his conscience, but because the matter will never end so easily. After all, the Ooka family is not a fool. If it weren't for the concern about the famous family, reputation, otherwise he would have been asked out long ago.

"This"

What I need to do now is to find a comfortable place to watch the system advertisements so that I can activate it to obtain the benefits of being a traveler and make plans for my future.

He took a taxi from the road and said, "Take me to the train station."

He has seen the price of taxis in Kyoto several times. In the past, he was afraid that he would not have enough money, and the price would double at night.

He just wants to avoid the Ooka family now. Although he doesn't know why, he always feels that the Ooka family will chase him.

So I rushed back to Tokyo overnight, taking advantage of the enthusiasm I am holding in my heart, to experience the nightlife of Tokyoites, and find a place to stay safely.

When I arrived at the station, I took my suitcase and bought a train ticket to Tokyo at one o'clock in the morning. I sat in a single room in the VIP room and took a rest.

Lying on the bed and looking at the activation progress bar, I couldn't help but complain: "What kind of system is this? It doesn't feel as good as Android."

Complaints are complaints, he is now placing all his bets on the system. If the system does not work well, he may return to his part-time job before long.

It is impossible to work part-time, even in your whole life
  Depart Kyoto by bus at one o'clock on time.

The train was traveling at high speed on the Shinkansen, and the surrounding scenes were fleeting. He looked at Kyoto Prefecture, which was getting farther and farther away, with some emotion. Although there were no memories or people he could not bear to leave behind, after all, he had stayed there for so long, and as he left, his mood I felt a little melancholy and began to look forward to the Tokyo I was about to visit.

The special class car originally had four seats, but today there seemed to be no one except Fujiwara.

Very free.

At this time, his eyes inadvertently fell on the box next to him.

"Count the money while you have time. It's just free time anyway."

In the previous life, I was eager to count money until my hands cramped, but I didn't expect that it actually came true.

"Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand,..."

The Shinkansen is much worse than the high-speed rail in its previous life, but considering that the time is now in the 1990s, high-speed rail will not appear there until more than ten years later.

In fact, he considered going to the embassy to seek help on the second day after time travel, but when he thought that his current identity did not match his previous life, and the person he had traveled through his soul had the legal identity of Neon, not to mention it was difficult to explain why he appeared. Here, it wouldn't be good if some evil organization tied him up and tied him up for slice experiments.

Although time travel sounds ridiculous, after experiencing it, it becomes very reasonable. Moreover, if you mention soul traveling, you will easily be sent to a mental hospital.

At this moment, the EMU train attendant knocked on the door outside the carriage and said, "Sir, I've heated up your food. Please use it slowly."

"Oh, thank you. Please give me a bottle of iced Coke."

"OK, just a second."

As I was sitting there eating my meal and humming my favorite song, the door to the private room was quietly opened, and a man in a kimono walked in holding a samurai sword, followed by a man in a suit wearing a top hat and a girl who looked like a high school student. Came in.

Fujiwara felt excited when he saw the long sword. Doesn't the Shinkansen control this thing? And the thing on the bearded man’s waist is a revolver, right?
  The man with the knife looked at Fujiwara and the other seats indifferently and then said to the bearded man, "There are exactly three seats."

The bearded man was overjoyed after hearing this, and then said to the girl behind her, "Come in and take a seat, miss."

Only then did Fujiwara notice the girls behind the two of them, but the two people he was more concerned about were one holding a knife and the other a gun. What were their identities? They seemed to be protecting the girls.

Fujiwara, who has extensive experience in movies, immediately imagined the plot of a young lady being hunted by her enemies and escaping for her life with two bodyguards left by her father.      A gunslinger, a swordsman.

After the girl took her seat, she noticed that Fujiwara's face was slightly nervous, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, sir, they are both good people."

The swordsman named Goemon and Daisuke Jigen protected her along the way and finally set foot on the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.

"If nothing else happens, I should be able to return to my dad smoothly."

The girl is very beautiful, with waterfall-like long hair, a simple dress full of youthful vitality, a standard oval face, and her clear eyes and twinkling eyelashes that leave a deep impression on people.

His eyes were inquiring, concerned, and greeting.

"Yeah, I can see that."

Although he also had the idea of ​​talking to the girls, when he thought of the two people next to him, he had no other thoughts and ate dinner in a polite manner.

There are four people in a carriage, and three of them got in by evading fares.

There was an eerie silence, no one spoke.

Only an annoying fly made a buzzing sound.

There was no way to get rid of the flies in this situation, but it was uncomfortable for anyone to keep having him call him that way. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Fujiwara glanced at the long-haired man holding a knife, and saw a scene that surprised him. As soon as a fly flew over the man's head, it was cut into several pieces by the knife.

(What the hell?)
  Although his back was turned to the man, from the corner of his eye he never noticed any movement by the man to draw the sword. He only saw the blade flashing, and the sword was withdrawn again at some point.

(This is too exaggerated.)

……

Until the Shinkansen arrived in Tokyo, there were no scenes of enemies catching up for revenge. When he thought nothing was wrong, he saw a man holding a knife and a stick in the darkness at the entrance of the railway station, and he realized that things were not that simple.

Knowing that he could not help much, Fujiwara silently wished the three good luck and left quickly, fearing that he would get involved.

I took a taxi two kilometers away from the train station and asked him to take me to the hotel.

The driver was puzzled: "Please tell me your name so that I can take you there."

There are probably thousands of hotels in Tokyo, and he wouldn't be able to find them if he didn't tell them their names.

"Anything is fine, as long as it's five-star."

"Ok."

Originally, the driver wanted to remind us that the taxi fare would double when driving at night, but since he was talking about a five-star hotel, he probably didn't care about the fare.

When I arrived at the hotel, I got a presidential suite, renewed the contract for a week, and experienced the despised high life before finding the exact place to live...

"Give me your box and I'll get it for you."

"No, you can go do other things."

Fujiwara rejected the doorman's proposal, not because he didn't want him to earn tips, but because there were more than 90 million yen in the box and he would feel a little uncomfortable if he handed it over to others.

It's better to be cautious.

(End of this chapter)