Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 349: Supernatural events in Shibuya, Tokyo
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As a city that ranks as the "24-hour sleepless street" like Shinjuku, the Hachiko Exit of Shibuya Station is lined with famous department stores, fashion specialty stores, restaurants, coffee shops, and custom facilities. Like the cloud, popular among young people, Shibuya has become a popular place for various trends in Japan and abroad.
In the Shibuya Tokyu Cerulean Tower Hotel, Lin Luoran has arrived for half an hour.
From the 37th floor, there is an ant-like flow of people on the streets of Shibuya. Lin Qingxue brought warm coffee to everyone, and no one in the Lin family could be used to this bitter drink, so she took a sip to give Lin Qingxue face.
As a female officer of the special forces, Lin Qingxue can only act as the leader of the logistics unit in this operation. The forwards are all young monks. Lin Luoran didn't realize the situation was serious until he arrived.
There are a few old acquaintances missing this time.
The monk Ye Xiaobei, who was lucky enough to get Zhu Ji Dan last time, Mu Tiannan's sixth brother, and Cui Fatty's cousin Cui Hejian are all missing.
"You mean, there have been a large number of missing young men and women in Shibuya, and you guys were sent to check?" Lin Luoran slid his finger across the edge of the cup, and the coffee was still steaming.
"The missing of young people in Shibuya, what does China have to do with us?"
Anyone can hear Lin Luoran's unhappiness. Lin Luoran, who has been turned into a "narrow nationalist" by his political teacher, really doesn't like the so-called international aid. In particular, international aid to the point where it traps its own people is too nonsense.
Lin Qingxue saluted, "Ms. Lin, I would like to report to you that the missing people include a group of 20 Chinese tour groups who came to Shibuya and nine foreign students."
Lin Luoran frowned, "Where are these monks, how many days have they been missing?"
"Three days ago, Brother Cui Hejian made a long-distance call back to the country and sent a message for help."
Three days ago, Cui Hejian played international long distance? Isn't that the phone call to Fatty Cui for help? Lin Luoran felt that the situation was worsening than she thought.
Why didn’t Cui Hejian’s call for help call these logistics units, why not call Chen Yun—perhaps it was because the situation was so bad that it wouldn’t help to send reinforcements to special departments?
Lin Luoran stood by the window, overlooking the passersby on the street.
This is indeed a paradise for young people, with all kinds of exotic clothes, dazzling colors, and more than 80% of the crowds on the streets.
"The disappearance, is it still going on?"
Lin Qingxue nodded, "Every day at 7 o'clock in the evening, no matter how closely we and the Japanese people monitor, things will happen."
Wen Guanjing smiled, "Then we have to hold on to this place. The trouble is so big, there should also be practitioners in Japan involved?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Luoran raised her eyebrows in joy: "Time is a coincidence, it seems we have guests here."
Lian Wenguanjing and Li Xi'er both noticed the breath of a Chinese monk, and as expected, a few minutes later, the logistician came to report that members of the shrine from the island country came to negotiate.
"Let them in." A few men in traditional Japanese costumes filed in. The leader was a middle-aged man with sword-eyed eyes. His temples were slightly weathered and his face was serious. At first glance, he could not grasp the problem for a long time. People with small voices.
He had already felt a powerful pressure over the hotel, and thought it was an old monster from China who had come to Shibuya. He restrained his subordinates along the way, be cautious in words and actions, and even wondered if he would not It would be the birth of the Pill Formation monk exposed by China in recent years. I didn't know that when I entered the room, I discovered that such a powerful aura radiated from a woman who seemed to be in her early twenties, and Asada Saito's panic turned into shock.
Almost at the same instant, he reacted. This weak woman who seemed to have no power to bind a chicken was Lin Luoran, a rookie in the Chinese practice world.
"Senior!" Faced with Lin Luoran, who was already a mainstay in the Chinese cultivation world at a young age, Asada Saito had to put away his arrogance and lowered his raised chin.
"Senior..." Several Japanese salute together.
Lin Luoran smiled and said to the people around him, "Where is this junior, why don't I know?"
Asada Saito's resolute jaw flicked, "Underneath is the 17th generation of the Asada family, the guardian of the shrine."
Asada's family? This last name gave Lin Luoran a bad impression. It always reminded her of the little green fox who has not yet returned home. "Asada Sakurako is you...?"
Asada Saito is a little uneasy. "It's the little girl. Sakurako went on a trip a few years ago and has not yet returned home. I wonder if there is something to order her from senior?"
Lin Luoran sneered secretly, traveling? Come to China to covet the Qingqiu secrets! But that said, Asada Sakurako hasn't heard anything yet, and that stupid fox shouldn't have encountered an accident.
"In previous nights in Bermuda, I had a relationship with Ling Ai. Miss Sakurako made a deep impression."
Lin Luoran’s comments were vague, and Asada Saito dared not take the conversation casually. The atmosphere was very embarrassing for a while, or Asada Saito broke the embarrassment and asked how to deal with this incident, Lin Luoran only said each. With his responsibility, Asada Saito was a little disappointed.
A few Japanese left soon, and Lin Qingxue boldly asked: "Miss Lin, why don't you cooperate with them?"
The nature of soldiers is to obey orders and complete them at any cost. The order Lin Qingxue received at this time was to cooperate with Lin Luoran and others to rescue the lost Chinese monks. In her opinion, cooperate with local Japanese forces. , So that the combat effectiveness of both sides can be raised to a higher level, why not do it?
Lin Luoran didn't speak, Wen Guanjing made a hissing look at Lin Qingxue.
Everyone here, maybe only he can understand some of Lin Luoran's thoughts. If they only save the people of China, they are cooperating with the Japanese monks. When they guard against each other, it will have counterproductive effects.
In this world, some forces, due to historical reasons, are destined not to trust each other.
China and the island countries are such a situation.
Lin Luoran saw that the scene was cold because of his own reasons, so he easily invited everyone to the hotel to soak in the medicinal bath and wait for the "strange 7 o'clock" moment to arrive.
Seeing that Lin Luoran's posture is relaxed, it dilutes a lot of the gloom in everyone's hearts. One pill formation monk and two foundation building monks are already an unprecedentedly powerful lineup. Thinking about it this way, I feel that it is not clear. The road ahead was blown away a little mist.
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"My lord, that woman just now, but Jun Lin?"
Because of Lin Luoran's too important position, the Japanese spiritual circles have long been called "jun".
Asada Saito nodded, "It's Jun Lin...I suspect that she has broken through the pill formation realm of Huaxia cultivation practice. She is really a jealous talent." Because he was not far from the hotel, he dared not speak casually, more than letting People are jealous of talents. Huaxia has such a monk, who has made breakthroughs in just a few years. If they have this strength in the Japanese spiritual world-they should destroy her.
Asada Saito's eyes looked at the Shengluolanta Hotel with deep regret, but it is a pity that she is actually a woman... What's more, she is a Chinese woman.
"My lord, Lin Jun has no intention of cooperation, we?"
Asada Saito smiled, "Go back to the Taisha."
"Hi!"
The "Taisha" at the entrance of Asada Saito is the "Hongu Sengen Taisha" on the top of Mount Fuji. It is a place where the gods of Mount Fuji are worshipped. It is above the eighth station of Mount Fuji, except for the hiking trail and the weather observatory. Nearly 4 million square meters of land belong to this shrine. Land is scarce in Japan. From here, you can see the status of Hongu Sengen Taisha.
Several people walking in the streets of Shibuya, trendy young people dressed in weird clothes, can't help avoiding such serious people.
The busy downtown will not stop for anyone, and the flow of people soon returned to normal.
Young people are tireless and don't know that time is approaching. At 7 o'clock every evening, some of them may become a page of the "Files of Missing Persons". Young people in Shibuya who yearn for free personality, maverick and imitated by others, the detailed events of their lives can only be expressed on a piece of A4 paper, very small existence.
If you know that after death, it's that simple, would you waste those wasted time?
On the train to Shizuoka Prefecture, two slightly tired Chinese teenagers chose a position by the window.
This is the evening when the evening has been stretched. It is 49 minutes away from 7 o'clock in Tokyo time. Lin Luodong rubbed his eyes and smiled relaxedly, "You are so good, you actually handed the little dumpling to Wei Xue...When we go back, they are afraid they will fight."
Huang Weijian did not answer. He cast his gaze out of the window. The high-speed train cut the Japanese suburban scene into pieces, and he saw the white snow on the top of Mount Fuji in the distance.
Seven or eight hours ago, they were still on the other side of the ocean. They were already on the train to Shizuoka County. Huang Weijian's calm appearance was not lower than Lin Luodong's expectations.
In any case, this is an adventure for two teenagers.
However, sometimes because they are too young, they often miscalculate the degree of danger-this requires everyone to pay many tuition fees before they can learn the true meaning of life.
Tick to tick, it’s getting closer and closer to seven o'clock...