And the Honda people next to Masaki, although they are not direct recipients, also feel that the temperature in the air seems to have dropped by a few degrees, which actually gives several people goosebumps.

For a while, the people around him were as quiet as cicadas.

"Murderous?" In a dark corner that Masaki didn't notice, a man in a samurai costume who looked like an ordinary tourist looked in the direction of Masaki, his expression was grim, and he muttered to himself with a serious expression.

Then he immediately whispered to the invisible microphone next to the collar: "Kamikaze team, send a few people to follow the gray sportswear man at the entrance of the shrine worship hall, always be vigilant, don't attract the attention of the other party."

That's right, he is a security guard hidden around the Yasukuni Shrine, and you don't need to think about it to know that such a sensitive place as the Yasukuni Shrine is a place where Japanese dignitaries often pay homage, how can there be no perfect security system, otherwise, there will be more than a few terrorist attacks alone, and there was not a South Korean man who set fire to it some time ago?

And they are the well-trained agents of the Japanese Security Agency with top combat experience!

Masaki didn't know that he had been targeted, looking at the slightly trembling Hanano Mayi on the side, he sighed softly, took out a stack of banknotes, handed it to her and said, "This is your salary, I'll be able to do it next, thank you for your help."

Hanano Mao looked at the banknotes handed over by Masaki, her eyes were slightly red, I don't know why, her heart was a little faintly painful, but more of it was a reluctance that made her a little scared, is he destined to be just a passerby in his life?

"Is it because I didn't do a good job?" Hanano's voice trembled slightly, and even Honda on the side heard something wrong, looking at Hanano and Masaki, his brows furrowed slightly.

"No, you're doing a good job, it's just that I want to go around by myself", Masaki looked at Hanano's aggrieved look, and said ruthlessly, he was just a passerby in the other party's life, and he didn't want to make it difficult for her and her friends because of himself, not to mention, what was going to happen next, I was afraid that Hanano Maoi would also be unsafe by his side.

"Let's go, Makai, let's go to the cherry blossom forest of Kaitian Temple to see the scenery," Honda also urged at the moment.

"Then will you contact me when you come out?" Hanano Mai didn't pay any attention to Honda, looking at Masaki's face, as if he wanted to remember his appearance in the depths of his heart, his heart was a little sour, the relationship between himself and him was only limited to this green money relationship?

Masaki looked at her and nodded: "When I'm done shopping, I'll go find you again."

"That's good! This is my contact number, please feel free to contact me, as for this money, when you finally leave, just give it to me together!", Hanano Makai heard Masaki's answer, the expression on his face looked much better, and the smile returned to his face, handing his phone number to Masaki, looking at Masaki mischievously, he didn't even take the banknote in his hand.

Masaki looked at the back of Hanano Maoyi, and showed a helpless smile, some people, some things, are destined to be just passers-by, how can he not tell the difference between the girl's thoughts?

With the departure of Hanano Maoi, although no one is acting as a guide for him, Masaki also walks in the Yasukuni Shrine with ease as if the old horse knows the way, not at all like a first-time visitor, thanks to the memories of those spies.

Behind him, several faint figures followed the figure of Zhengji all the way, their movements were hidden and natural, and they couldn't see anything at all, and they could be seen to be one in a million.

"Is the captain mistaken? This kid is murderous? I think it's just an ordinary tourist," one of the men whispered to his companion as he pretended to take a picture.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful, it's not unusual for Chinese people to visit the Yasukuni Shrine themselves," another responded.

Suddenly, several panicked cries came from the headset, and the man who spoke first looked around in surprise.

"Quack", suddenly there was a commotion ahead, hula a black cloud fell from the sky like a dark cloud, and it was a large group of black crows! And it was these crows that swooped straight towards his face, and in an instant, his beak pecked, his claws dug out, accompanied by the noisy chirping of crows in his ears, so that he had to squat down with his head in his hands, waving his arms to resist.

If he could see it, he would see that he was not the only one, and the surrounding crowd was attacked by crows to varying degrees, and several of the men were extra "cared for", which were his other companions.

Masaki around the corner looked at this scene coldly, his red pupils slightly reflected the bright light, and his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

And all this, there is no doubt that he directed it, and wanted to follow him, but the other party was not enough to see in front of his powerful and keen spiritual sense.

The crows came and went quickly, and by the time a few people got rid of the crows' siege, Masaki's figure had disappeared from their sight.

"Crunch" accompanied by the heavy opening of the wooden door of the main hall, a pair of white palms stretched in, and a figure in a black fire cloud robe appeared in the main hall, the black mask, in this cold environment, it was even more weird, it was Zhengji.

In front of the main hall, it was dim, and there was no illuminating light, only the light that came in through a few windows made it not completely dark, in front of the eyes of Masaki, there were rows of exquisitely constructed spiritual seats, on which were written in Japanese with names that could not be understood, there were hundreds! A few cigarettes were swirling in it, and in the dark hall, there was a feeling of coldness to the bone.

Wearing a mask, Zhengji looked at these spiritual positions coldly, and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he wouldn't be happy when he thought about it, these spiritual positions in front of him, each of them were stained with the blood of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, and each of them represented a history of bullying in China.

"Who are you!" At this time, at the back of the main hall, a man in his sixties wearing a white sacrificial robe walked out, and when he saw a strange figure standing under the wooden sign, he was first startled, and then glared at the other party and shouted loudly.

However, in the next second, he couldn't say a word, his sight was full of red pupils, and his whole gaze became dull, and he walked in front of Masaki like a walking corpse.