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Honami watched Kazuma standing still, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Kazuma shook his head: "It's okay, let's go."

Then he led the two girls out of the utility room. When he passed the door of the ward, he saw Mrs. Xiangjing sorting the quilt for her son.

In fact, Kazuma has very low resistance to this kind of scene, and it is inevitable to feel pity upon seeing it.

And pity naturally turned into anger.

——The dog thing that engages in germ warfare will harm the world even if it dies.

This is undoubtedly a shameless villain, and an object that Heressius must fight against. If you encounter this kind of guy again, you will inevitably chase him to the ends of the world and cut him by the sword.

At this time, the old lady raised her head and saw Kazuma at the door, so she asked softly: "Have you finished watching it? Are there any gains?"

"No, it's just an ordinary projector." Kazuma said so, "Let's leave first."

The old lady nodded.

So Kazuma left the ward with a complicated expression.

**

Kazuma left the village hall on the front foot, and Smith, the CIA officer, arrived.

He went straight to the utility room next to the ward, opened the door rudely, and checked the projector.

His partner Li followed into the utility room door: "Anything to find?"

"Not yet." Smith said, completing the inspection of the projector casing. "I thought there would be a hidden compartment on the projector, but it didn't."

After speaking, he broke the shell open with his bare hands, so the parts splashed all over the floor.

Then he threw the shell away, knelt down and rummaged in the parts.

For the CIA Far East Bureau, this incident is full of mysteries.

After the U.S. military took over Japan after the war, it interrogated all Japanese high-level officials and confiscated all the remaining data. As a result, they did not know the existence of this base at all.

In the past 24 hours, the CIA Far East Bureau forced the Self-Defense Forces on the landing to detect the base entrance and found that the entire base was buried deep in the mountains, and the normal entrance had already been blown up.

This entrance made by Ei Mukai looks like an ordinary fissure. It should have been formed by geological activities in the past ten years, and the appearance looks unremarkable.

Unless Yingtai Mukai knew from the beginning that this fissure could lead to the base, it would be impossible to explore down this fissure at all.

However, this kind of unreasonable thing still happened. Not only did Mukai explore the fissure, he also set up pulleys and ropes above the fissure to lift things out of the base.

What is even more bizarre is that the things that Ying Tai Mujing took out were basically germ weapons, as if he knew what was in the base and where it was placed from the beginning.

However, the CIA has combed through the experience of this person with extremely high efficiency, and has not found a way for him to obtain relevant information.

Not only the cholera used this time, but also malaria, plague, etc., taken out by Eita Mukai are all selected and improved varieties, which can be said to represent the top level of bacterial weapons research in the Japanese army.

What's more frightening is that Eita Mukai is breeding creatures that can spread these bacteria, such as mice, cockroaches, etc. He has built a forest hut in the mountains, which is full of these things.

Smith was well-informed, but he almost vomited in his protective suit after entering the cabin.

The Self-Defense Forces also found the remains of a female in the worm nest of the hut. I don’t know who it is. It’s 1981, and DNA technology is still the most cutting-edge technology. Even the United States has only established a DNA database for felons, ordinary criminals. Just enter the fingerprint database.

Except for DNA verification, all methods of confirming identity were too severe to be applied because the bones were damaged too severely, and they could only be judged as female based on the shape of the pelvis.

Mysteries are all mysteries.

And the latest mystery is this Kiryuu Kazuma. He ran over to visit Eita Mukai. After learning that this projector existed, he immediately ran over to check the projector.

So the top person in charge of the scene, Smith, suspected that something might be hidden in this projector.

Smith searched among the fragments of the projector and finally found it.

"Li, before you became an agent, did you learn mechanics?"

"Yes, I worked as a mechanical engineer at the Naval Air Station for ten years." Li walked over and squatted beside Smith. "What's wrong?"

"Look at these two screws, the screws produced by the standardized assembly line should be exactly the same, but the two are obviously different."

Li took the two screws and compared them: "Well, indeed. This is not a screw produced by a standardized assembly line. This is not an error of the standardized assembly line at all. It is a product of a factory that has not been standardized."

"There is no such factory in Japan now." Smith said, "but some small workshops may also produce this kind of stuff...Damn Japanese people like small workshops like Indians."

After two decades of extensive development in Japan, there are a large number of small factories and workshops with low production efficiency. It is indeed possible that these types of screws are still used in these places.

Maybe this is just to save costs, using the factory's own machine tools to make screws out of leftover materials.

Li compared the two screws again, then picked up a few more parts from the parts that fell on the ground, and observed them.

"These gears are not produced in a standardized way. You see, these gears are not neat, but they are polished smoothly because they are used too much." He said that Li threw the bits and pieces in his hand on the ground, and then glanced at Smith. Throw the shell on the ground.

"Wait a minute, I always thought that this volatile smell in the air was caused by engine oil or something."

This is a storage room. There are indeed a lot of paint, machine oil, detergent and other items, and the air is not circulating, so there is a pungent smell in the air.

Li picked up the shell: "Look carefully now, this piece of paint on this shell has just been painted on."

The casing of the projector is very old, and obviously it has been repainted many times. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the newly painted piece of paint.

Smith stopped pulling the parts on the floor and looked up at his partner.

Li Ze came to the shelf and quickly found a bottle of turpentine.

The moment the lid was opened, a more intense pungent smell stimulated the nostrils of the two of them.

Li was obviously used to this taste-even though his suit and leather shoes didn't look like someone who would deal with them.

He picked up a rag, poured turpentine violently, and then used the rag to wipe the paint on the shell.

Smith: "Damn it, Lee, are you trying to murder my nose?"

"Shut up and watch."

Li said only this, and continued to wipe the shell violently.

Smith stood up, moved away from him, and took out a handkerchief to cover his nose.

Finally, Li stopped and smiled at the results: "Sure enough."

Smith still covered his nose with a handkerchief, leaned behind Li, and looked at the shell.

"This is the name of the old Japanese army," he said.

"Yes." Li nodded, "And obviously it's not the first time someone has been covered with paint. Look at the edge, although it is the same color of paint, you can see that it was applied at different times when you look closely. One layer is more oxidized."

Smith: "So, what method did Kiryuu Kazuma use to deal with the paint occlusion on the shell, saw this number, and then blocked it with paint? He really knew the truth. In the afternoon, I was completely obscured by him. I lied to it."

Li: "So we should catch him and interrogate him?"

The CIA's interrogation is a purgatory that makes life worse than death. There are few things they can't ask.

Smith thought for a while and shook his head: "No, he is on Langley's focus list, although I don't know why Langley should pay attention to a boy who is less than twenty years old. But we caught him hastily. Still interrogating, Langley’s gentlemen won’t make us feel better."

Langley is the name of the CIA headquarters building, and Langley is generally used to refer to the CIA headquarters.

Li curled his lips: "When Langley updated the list, I also specifically watched the resume of Kiryuu Kazuma. I'm kind of surprised to tell you that I was a little scared. The agents of the Eastern camp that he killed within a year, I’m afraid it’s not more than my entire career."

Smith: "It's really scary to look at the resume. It's Japan's James Bond. But Japan has no intelligence autonomy at all. Japanese intelligence agencies are our subordinates. It's a bit strange to pay attention to a Japanese person so much."

"Yeah, the ghost knows what Langley's gentlemen are thinking." Li shrugged, "but today he discovered that this projector is a military item of the old Japanese army before us."

Smith pursed his lips, lost in thought.

**

Kazuma returned to the hotel, Mikako and Qingliu greeted us as soon as they entered the door.

"How's it going?" Mei Jiazi asked.

"Unconscious." Kazuma shrugged.

Qingliu: "Actually, I don't know what you are going for. If it's just a visit, do you need to go so quickly? You can go again tomorrow."

Honami said roundly: "The characteristic of Kazuma is that he is enthusiastic. If you don't want to go and see if he can't sleep well tonight."

After speaking, she glanced at Kazuma.

She saw the scene of Kazuma peeling off the paint on the projector. She knew that Kazuma was not just a visit, and she knew that it was impossible to talk about it when it might be tapped by the CIA.

Kazuma just wanted to respond to Honami, Tamamo said: "Kazuma just woke up and rushed like this. Isn't it tired? I think you should go to bed and rest.

"I slept for so long, and now my head is just right..." Halfway through Kazuma, he noticed Yuzao's expression and noticed something, and changed his words, "You are right, I think I should sleep well. Go ahead."

Mei Jiazi: "There is something tricky! Your expression..."

Honami hugged Mikako: "Mikako, let's go take a bath."

"Eh? Now? Okay, don't drag me, I will go by myself..."

Honami smiled and dragged Mikako away.

Qingliu looked at Kazuma, then looked at Yuzao, and said, "Then I will continue upstairs to observe the situation."

After speaking, she turned and walked up the stairs.

Kazuma looks at Tamamo.

Tamamo: "Go back to your room and sleep, I'll make your bed."

Kazuma nodded.

After that, he and Tamamo returned to the room together, and lay down after Tamamo laid the bedding.

Yuzao: "Then, good night."

After speaking, she turned off the light, left the room, and gently closed the sliding door.

Kazuma was lying on the bedding with a dumbfounded expression: wait a minute! Is it really just throwing me to bed and it's over?

He waited for a few seconds, but didn't wait for Yuzao to open the door and come in and say, "Have you fun", so he recalled Yuzao's actions after returning to the hotel.

——She...couldn't it make me fall asleep as soon as possible?

Believe her for the time being.

Kazuma took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

Since the journey, Kazuma fell asleep very smoothly, much smoother than in the previous life.

In my previous life, Kazuma suffered from insomnia from time to time. Before going to college, I was worried about grade anxiety, which not only caused insomnia, but also made it difficult to urinate in the toilet for half a day, and had to breathe deeply several times.

After graduating from university, I came out to work, and the pressure was even greater, insomnia and other things are commonplace, because I don’t have too much sleep when I have a headache, and I rely on ibuprofen to hold it down.

If you think about it, Kazuma last life was only three and a half years of sleep during the four years of university.

The situation is different now.

In fact, when he first crossed, Kazuma still suffered from insomnia, but after that rainy night destroyed the Tsuda group, he would never suffer from insomnia anymore.

Maybe it's because the soul is stronger.

This time, the powerful soul Kazuma still went to sleep smoothly.

Then he dreamed that he was sitting in a small Japanese room.

Tamamo, wearing a Kabuki kimono, sat in front of him, holding shamisen in his arms.

The pattern of sunflower is printed on the pick of the shamisen in her hand.

She glanced at Kazuma and started to play.

Kazuma sat upright, listening to her playing, looking at her beautiful face, and subconsciously picked up the wine glass placed on the low table in front of him.

A piece of cherry blossom petals did not know where it fell from, and lightly fell in the cup, floating above the wine.

Kazuma was full of cherry blossoms, and drank all the wine in the glass.

He put down the glass and poured himself the wine.

After Yuzao sang one song, he had already drunk four cups.

"This is your... uh, illusion?" he started.

Almost said "inherent enchantment".

Yuzao: "Exactly."

"Why didn't you tell me that there is such a thing?"

"I tried to pull you in before, but the moment you came in was lost. After all, this is a kind of dream, and there are not many people who can stay awake in a dream."

Kazuma recalled: "I... never dreamed of this scene."

"Can you remember what scenes you dreamed of?" Yuzao asked rhetorically.

"can not remember."

Kazuma shrugged.

"That's not right. But from now on, you can remember what happened in your dream. You are strong enough that we can meet each other in the dream every night."

Yuzao laughed and flicked the strings of the shamisen a few times.

Kazuma: "Since it's a dream, isn't it boring for you to completely maintain a human form? Ears or something?

With an expression of "I really can't do anything with you", Tamamo put down the shamisen pick, raised his hand and pulled the bun off his head, letting the hair fall.

Then a pair of ears that looked like a hybrid of cat ears and rabbits appeared on top of her head.

"It's great, let me touch it!" Kazuma was overjoyed and pushed directly away from the low table between herself and Tamamo, and threw herself in front of Tamamo, gently stroking the ears on top of her head.

"Don't do this, it's itchy." Yuzao complained softly, but didn't hide.

Kazuma rubbed the ears, and then returned to the original position.

Tamamo: "Do you just rub your ears?"

"Otherwise?" Kazuma asked rhetorically.

Yuzao pursed her mouth and put on an unhappy expression.

Kazuma hurriedly changed his words: "Sorry, I was joking. What, let the tail out and rub it for me."

Yuzao: "..."

While Kazuma was wondering if the joke was overdone, Tamamo sighed and stood up.

Kazuma: "Uh, if you just release the tail, you don't need to do this, right?"

The next moment Yuzao swelled up like a balloon—corrected, swelled up like a hairy ball.

Kazuma was photographed directly on the wall.

If it weren't in a dream, Kazuma suspected that he had become a meatloaf.

Then, the whole house was squeezed, and Kazuma fell to the ground along with broken walls and tiles, staring dumbly at the huge white fox in front of him.

"Wait a minute, you..."

Kazuma just opened the mouth, just said a few words, the big fox shook his body like a dog, and threw out the small objects and broken bricks in the fur like water, crackling. To the ground.

Kazuma crossed her hands to protect her face, so she didn't get a black nose and a swollen face.

"You guy! You hit me!" he yelled.

"Boys, don't be so squeamish." The big fox said, although it is still Yuzao's voice, but because of the different organs that make the sound, it becomes like a huge bell, and the brain of Kazuma hums.

By the way, when the great white fox spoke, a purple flame came out from the corner of his mouth, bright and dark.

The tails of the nine tails that spread out like a peacock on the back of her **** also ignited purple spiritual fire.

Kazuma: "You are much bigger than Yamataro."

"I'm older than him." The big fox said again, still shaking his brain. "Before the mysterious beginning to decline, the older the stronger the monster, the bigger. Now in order to save power, we all try to use humans as much as possible. The body shape of his life."

Kazuma shook the numb brain: "Can you stop shaking your head again. Yamataro can directly convey his thoughts to my heart, how good are you?"

"Yes, but..." The big fox showed an expression that might be smiling.

Kazuma always felt that he was going to suffer, and hurriedly blocked his ears with both hands.

Big Fox: "It's rare for me to bully you once, very! Open! Heart! Ah!"

Kazuma: "You! Noisy! Dead! La!"

At the end of the roar, the big fox let out a silver bell-like laugh-this time it doesn't shake the brain, it should be a direct transmission of ideas.

Kazuma: "It's over if this is long ago. Come, let me touch it."

The great white fox came and sat down in front of Kazuma. These few actions made Kazuma lament that the fox deserves to be a canine.

Kazuma pounced on the big fox, and the whole person was buried in the fur.

Oh, this furry feeling is much better than the bare human skin.

"Tamazao, or else you will always appear as a fox in your dreams from now on."

"You...I didn't expect you to be so perverted," Yuzao said.

Kazuma didn't answer, rubbing her hair wildly with her face.

Big Fox: "Okay, okay, let's talk about business if we have enough time."

Kazuma immediately came out of Mao and reorganized the situation: "Okay, let's talk about business."

The big white fox tilted his head: "Is this enough?"

"I'm a man who is enthusiastic about work. You pinched a trick in the ward and used a spell, right?"

"You found it. Yes, I used a spell to invade Mukai's dream."

Kazuma: "So, does he remember the things in the social office?"

"I don't remember at all. In fact, his life's memory is seriously damaged. I think he may not be able to recover. On the surface, it should be because of the high heat caused by bacteria that damaged the central nervous system."

"Do you still use science to encircle and suppress the mystery in the illusion?" Kazuma was shocked.

Yuzao: "This illusion should also have scientific explanations, such as quantum entanglement. It's just that humans have not yet developed relevant theories."

Undecided, is it quantum mechanics?

"Why do you work so hard to encircle and suppress the mystery?" Kazuma finally asked the question that I have been asking since I knew that Tamamo is a monster, but I didn't have the opportunity to ask.

In the real world, if someone hears a conversation, they might be regarded as a paranoid patient.

Yuzao: "Because I found in my long life that living long is actually a disadvantage. Because there are almost infinite lives, the desires of monsters are actually very low.

"Because our vitality is extremely strong, there are basically no external threats, we don't have to worry about our lives, and we don't have any sense of crisis.

"We are like a pool of stagnant water, without vitality.

"So obviously we have such a long life, but in the end we didn't write a haiku that was handed down from generation to generation, we didn't create a song that would last forever, we didn't write any shocking works, and we didn't even make any exquisite crafts.

"Looking at humans, I think, sure enough, only the weak can give birth to glory, and only the short life can burn brilliantly."

When he said this, the white fox looked up at the sky, his eyes bursting with light.

"So, I long to live as a human being and fall in love, even if it only lasts for a few decades. It doesn't matter. And you, Kazuma, your soul is the burning torch, and you are my white moonlight. "

Kazuma was stunned by this sudden passionate confession.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know what kind of expression I should show at this time." He said.

Yuzao looked down at him: "I think a smile is enough."

Kazuma looks at the big fox, relaxes his facial muscles, and smiles naturally.

Ok? Wait……

The big fox has already moved his gaze away contentedly, and brought the off-track topic back to business: "Mukai doesn't remember anything in the last ten years at all. I guess... he should have been possessed, right?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yes, be evil..."

"I have been possessed by the reflection left in the quantum world." Yuzao grabbed white.

"Can you give me almost a little bit, what a reflection of the quantum world!"

"Then..." The big fox tilted his head, "The reflection left in the Dirac Sea?"

"... Tell me the truth, how many quantum mechanics books have you read?"

"I've seen a lot, but I don't know much." The big fox looked regretful, "However, I have confidence in humans, you...no, we definitely can!"

"Look at yourself before you say the word us."

Yuzao giggled again.

Kazuma: "Speaking of Eita Mukai, are you sure he has no memory, right?"

"Yeah. But I don't think the CIA will be fooled by your painting technique. If you can confuse them, you will get to the sky."

"Tsk, will you still be discovered in the end... Don't think about that much. Soldiers will come to cover the water and earth, but they will kill them with their swords, and then smuggle them to China."

The big fox looked at Kazuma: "You are really weird. Now all Chinese are busy smuggling to other countries, but you are the other way around."

——Because that is my hometown.

This atmosphere is not good not to say anything at all.

So Kazuma deliberated and said: "I had a dream. I dreamed that I was a Chinese. I lived on that land and loved that land. This dream is so real and has affected me. Soul."

After talking about Kazuma, I just remembered that this fox just said that humans will be lost in dreams, and only the soul is strong enough to stay awake in the dream.

However, the big fox just listened quietly without speaking.

Kazuma: "You... don't have any ideas?"

"This should be a quantum entanglement between you and another person in a parallel universe..."

"Enough of you!"

Yuzao: "Hahaha"

After laughing enough~www.readwn.com~ Yuzao said softly: "No matter what, I will be with you and embrace the short but brilliant life with you."

Kazuma: "Thank you."

Tamamoro: "Speaking back to the body... we have all digressed many times! What I want to say is, because you bought time with Grandma Xiangjing, I can try to restore some memory scenes from the chaotic and chaotic subconsciousness of Ai Mukai. He still won't remember these scenes, but I can show them to you. Would you like to see them?"

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, take a look."

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