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In the private room.

Monk sat down at a low table and looked around at the people who were hosting Coulson.

He looked about forty years old, not tall, not even 1.7 meters tall, but not thin, with a few eighths of a beard hanging on his upper lip, and sharp eyes.

Coulson nodded at him, stared at Monk curiously, and explained: "Mr. Yoshida, this is Monk."

Yoshida Teruo nodded to Monk, clapped his hands, waited for the waiter outside to open the door, and leaned over slightly.

"Serve.

Yoshida Teruji turned to Coulson: "Sir, is this your first time here?"

Coulson nodded.

Masao Yoshida said: "It took us a lot of effort to get this thing, you..."

Coulson said calmly, "Don't worry, the money will be in your account shortly."

Teruo Yoshida smiled and chatted with Coulson.

He also knew that among the two of them, Coulson was the person in charge.

Monk ignored his interlocutor's indifference, but looked around the room with interest.

His eyes turned around and fell on something wrapped in black cloth beside Akio Yoshida.

Is this what Coulson came for?

This looks like an ordinary 793 transaction, and Coulson has said that the person does not know that he is from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Having said that, Coulson is too stingy.

They said they wanted to invite him to dinner, but instead of inviting him, they brought him over to wipe...

Soon, the waiter appeared with the dishes.

All neon specialties.

Variety of sashimi, sushi and more....

The taste is not bad, but a bit bland for Monk.

"It's better to eat a hot pot..."

Monk scolded himself in his heart, and put another piece of sushi into his mouth.

Go out and find something else to eat later.

Monk decided with a blank face.

Coulson and another person chatted while eating, drinking, and Monk raised his glass to express his approval from time to time, and ate to his heart's content.

After drinking for three rounds, Coulson and Toshio Yoshida looked a little drunk, and they finally started talking about business.

Yoshida Teruo made a phone call, confirmed that the funds had arrived, smiled and took out something wrapped in black cloth, and handed it to Coulson.

Coulson opened the black cloth.

Inside is a black box with incomprehensible patterns on the body and a strange shape, like a miniature coffin.

Monk was puzzled.

What is this, he is a little curious.

Coulson put his hand on the box and was about to open it when Toshio Yoshida's face changed drastically and he said, "Don't open it!"

With trembling hands, Coulson said, "How can you tell the real from the fake if you don't open it?".

"Distinguish between true and false?". Akio Yoshida sharply replied: "By the time you can distinguish between the real and the fake, you will already be a corpse."

Coulson frowned, and Monk looked at the black box curiously.

What the hell is this?

Akio Yoshida couldn't help but said: "I advise you, don't open that thing, it's evil and dangerous."

Coulson was momentarily at a loss for words.

They bought it for research, if you don't open it first to see if it's true or not, how can you do it?

Seeing that Coulson didn't quite believe that he would open it at any time, Akio Yoshida hurriedly stood up and said, "If you really want to open it, you can talk about it after I leave."

Putting on his coat, he took out two room cards and said, "This is the hotel room card, so I won't accompany you."

"Mr. Yoshida!" Coulson looked at the interlocutor and said coldly: "If this thing is fake, you must understand that we will find you easily."

"Don't worry, it won't be fake."

Yoshida took a step back, then turned and left.

Watching this scene, Coulson shook his head.

Is it that scary?

"What's wrong?"

Monk asked.

Coulson pinched the box and said: "I don't know, but I heard there were some documents in it.

"Documents?" Monk asked. "What's so scary about that?"

Coulson shrugged and said, "Who knows, but there are rumors that people who see it will die in mysterious ways."

"so cool!"

"That's just a legend, there is no evidence.

Coulson smiled lightly, apparently (bafe) did not believe these rumors.

"If you don't believe it, then why did you SHIELD buy it?"

"I don't believe it, but people who want to study it do.

As Coulson spoke, he was about to open the box.

Monk frowned and reminded: "I don't think that guy is pretending, that thing may be really dangerous."

Coulson said with a smile: "Isn't it just a box and a folder, what danger can there be.

The man winked at Monk and said, "I'm an atheist, and rumors like this don't scare me.

Monk finished drinking the wine in the glass and stood up: "Okay, I'm leaving, you guys chat slowly."

Regardless of whether the rumors were true or not, he didn't want to read the documents inside. It was the information of SHIELD, so don't cause trouble if you read it.

Personal relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D. is fine, but in business, forget it.

Leaving Coulson alone in the room, Monk left the private room to get some fresh air outside.

It was just as night fell, and there were more and more people on the street, which was more lively than when Monk came during the day.

Sunshine, sand, beautiful scenery.......

Monk smiled, thinking of a better tomorrow.

this is life.

But what happened to those three boys?

The unsettling thought slipped out of Monk's mind before his attention was drawn to the people coming and going on the road.

Heck, what a beach.

Monk thought about it, and decided to find a place to have a few drinks and see if there was a suitable person to spend this lonely night with him.

Meanwhile, Coulson opened up the "black box."

As soon as he opened it, Coulson felt a bone-piercing chill [suppressed and shuddered.

what's the situation?

Coulson looked puzzled, but as a deeply convinced atheist, he didn't care. Instead, he took the contents of the box in his hands and began to look at them.

Inside was a photograph and several sheets of paper stacked together.

The photo is pressed from above.

Coulson picked up the photo and looked at it: it was a photo that was torn apart and then spliced ​​together. There were three people in the photo, a man, a woman and a child.

The children look cute, and the faces of men and women are ripped off.

is this a family

Coulson frowned, and was about to put away the photo, when he was surprised to find that the child in the photo had already kicked his legs, and the woman whose face had been torn off also appeared, with a pale face and a dull expression.

Coulson threw away the photo subconsciously, and when he opened his eyes to look again, nothing had changed.

"Blurred vision?"

Coulson muttered to himself, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

B...

I am an atheist.

Coulson grumbled and opened the box.

Putting the photo aside, Coulson picked up the file and flipped through it.

Nothing special, just two ordinary documents, which he couldn't read at all, because he knew very limited neon characters.

"What's the name of this woman?"

Coulson frowned, stuffed the folder into the drawer, and locked it again.

Let's leave these things to the people in the bureau. .