Infinite Kings Advent

It was early in the morning when I returned, and Maurilan was unavoidable to blame.

The dean's wig was still not found, and it was only the next day that it was discovered that it was secretly hidden by the principal.

After such a dramatic event, the dean also abandoned the wig, revealing his discoverable Mediterranean hairstyle.

The principal's sentence "Paper cannot contain a fire." It was also fulfilled. The flu passed away quietly, and the students who had asked for leave also returned to the classroom one after another.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed. It was a week in which Chunguang moved forward with firm steps. Chunguang did not hesitate to turn back. Now it is completely different from March. The cherry blossoms are blooming and the night rain knocks them down.

Tokyo Disneyland has opened. The top of the radio songs has always been Michael Jackson. The dead will always be the dead.

For Xie Chen, it was an extraordinary week, day after day, doing nothing, repeating between school and detective office every day.

"This is the live broadcast of the World's First Night Festival in Saitama Prefecture..."

On Saturday night, the beauty announcer on TV broadcast news from the Kanto region.

"This event is famous all over the country for burning the words No. 1 in the world on Sanyue Mountain. The words that commemorate No. 1 in the world on the first night of the world will appear in front of everyone..."

In a hotel in Saitama Prefecture, a man with glasses complained loudly while brushing his teeth: "Hey, can you look for something to be quiet? Really, I thought you were out to watch the fun, and suddenly ran back to get your wallet."

The man wearing a thick windbreaker in front of the cabinet ignored his complaints and continued to flip inside. The whole cabinet was almost turned upside down by him.

"Really, I can't take a good bath." The man with glasses continued: "You shouldn't forget the appointment tonight."

"Promise?" The man in the windbreaker suddenly stopped and stood up, with a hat and sunglasses that almost covered half of his face on his face.

"I came here specially because you said you wanted to celebrate for me." The man in glasses put down his toothbrush, turned around and looked at the man in the windbreaker, but was stunned in vain.

"Hey, what are you doing, why are you dressed up like this?" The man with glasses looked at the messy room turned over by the man, and said puzzledly, "What are you looking for in this room."

The man in the windbreaker pressed his hat brim and said, "Sorry, the agreement tonight has been cancelled."

Afterwards, he took out a pistol and put it on the forehead of the man with glasses, and said slowly: "Do you know why? Because you want to accept the protagonist of the celebration..."

The pupils of the man with glasses contracted in vain, his mouth opened wide, and there was no sound in his throat.

The beauty announcer on TV still broadcasts the news with a smile.

"The world's first festival in Saitama Prefecture is about to begin soon. Please pay attention to the audience. Now the sky characters on Mount Yue have started to burn..."

The next moment, with a bang, gunshots echoed in the room, and the man with glasses widened his eyes and fell to the ground. He died and did not understand why the other party wanted to kill himself.

"I will die soon..."

The man in the windbreaker took out his wallet from the deceased, "I'm sorry, Imatake." After taking out the money in the wallet, he opened the door and walked out.

At this time, tourists in twos and threes gathered outside the room.

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"Excuse me, there was a shooting sound just now." A man with a slightly fat body asked.

The man in the windbreaker did not answer, turned around and pushed the crowd away and ran out, ran to the river outside the hotel, and threw the pistol backpack into the river.

At the same time, in Saitama Prefecture, among the crowd at the world's first festival.

"It's lit! It's lit!" Mao Lilan said excitedly: "It's the last word."

Mao Lilan wore a dark blue kimono with a slightly long hem that covered every inch of her skin tightly, only revealing a porcelain-like neck, with wooden clogs on her feet. Her feet were slender and white with graceful curves.

"Xie Chen, do you know?" Mao Lilan said as he walked by holding Xie Chen's hand: "This festival is on three mountains, lighting up the three words Tianxia in order to pray for the best harvest in the world this year. Oh."

Xie Chen exclaimed in surprise, and then whispered in a low voice: "What's the difference between this and the fire-burning characters in Kyoto's big characters..."

Kogoro Mouri followed behind, holding his arms and said, "Occasionally, it's not bad. I live in a hotel and come to see the festival."

"Really, isn't it Xie Chen."

"Yes..." Xie Chen nodded, looked at the bunny balloon hung on his belt, and thought helplessly: If it weren't for this...I was really a little devil...

At this time, a man with sweating, slightly dark skin and a thin body ran from the crowd out of breath.

After the thin man looked around, he raised the yellow camera in his hand and said to Mao Lilan who happened to walk by him: "I'm very sorry, could you please take a photo for me."

"Okay, of course." Mao Lilan said with a smile.

"Please use this camera." The thin man handed the camera in his hand. "Thank you for the background of that character."

Mao Lilan took the camera, and the thin man straightened the corners of his clothes with his back facing one word.

"Is it all right? I want to take a picture." Mao Lilan put the camera in front of him and said.

"I'm fine." Mao Lilan immediately pressed the shutter. As the camera flashed, Xie Chen's rabbit balloon appeared next to the thin man and was photographed together.

Mao Lilan said with some embarrassment: "A balloon ran into the camera just now."

"It's okay, thank you." The thin man waved his hand indifferently and took the camera. "I'm now collecting various local festivals and customs. This is the photo of these materials."

Mao Lilan was surprised: "This gentleman, are you a writer? Because you are quite tanned, I thought it would be a sports player."

The thin man touched his cheek and said with a smile: "This is an interview with a tan. I often go abroad because of work."

Having said that, the thin man took out a book from his arms and handed it to Mao Lilan, "By the way, maybe you can read this book."

"Is it really possible?" Mao Lilan took the book.

Kogoro Mouri glanced down and muttered, "Sei Seiichi..."..

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