Yuki Ihara was also thinking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She couldn't figure out why she was chosen by Mr. Wen.

In terms of family background, she and her sister can definitely afford the word "poverty", and they are surviving at the bottom of Japanese society. In terms of knowledge, she is just a college student, not an experienced old professor. In terms of character, he can also be called cowardly and timid, and does not have the temperament of a so-called "leading leader".

Gentle and humble is like being able to read minds.

He walked in front with a steady pace, leaving Yuki Ihara with a black and red hooded back. "There's no need to go into the why. The truth of this world has never been universal, but exclusive to intellectuals and celebrities. ”

"Don't ordinary people have the right to know?" Yuki Ihara questioned.

"You can ask questions because you recognize the limitations of the old rules. And the premise of knowing is...... Have the desire and power to change. Reality awakens the anger in your heart, and I grant you extraordinary power. ”

Wen Qian also hides his face in the shadows.

"All it takes is a fuse...... Or the gunfire of Lexington. ”

Yuki Ihara walked cautiously on the road.

I am afraid that because of my slightly larger movements, I will cause strong winds and air currents. She knew she had become an outlier and didn't want to be exposed in plain sight.

Anyone who, after gaining such a powerful special ability, would be worried about the horrific ending of being sliced. The head about state institutions is always negative and mysterious, and there are crazy scientists.

This is thanks to film and television productions.

Let Wen Qian also save some of the necessary words for explanations and warnings.

When I returned to Makino Street, it was already half past five in the afternoon, which was the time of sunset, but the sky was gloomy and I couldn't see the sun. In the past, this is the peak time for office workers and students to go home and rest, and young people ride bicycles and walk through the streets, laughing and laughing.

This time it's a little different.

The doors of noodle shops, convenience stores, and clothing stores are closed, with signs saying "Closed" and "Temporarily closed", and some are even chained.

The bleak scene unsettled Yuki Ihara.

Walking down the street, she could detect the windows of the residential buildings on both sides, peeking down quietly, and when she looked at it, it disappeared again.

"What's going on?"

Just in front of the repair shop downstairs of the apartment, she saw the orange and yellow cordon drawn by the police.

Two police cars were parked at the main entrance, flashing warning lights.

Yuki Ihara saw an acquaintance and said cautiously, "Officer Toi? ”

Takuto Torii turned around, "Yuki." ”

"What's going on?" She pointed to the cordon.

"The owner of this home appliance repair shop was stabbed, and the injuries were quite serious, and if the customer hadn't found out in time, I'm afraid he would have died in this small room. The murderer is really ruthless, and the knife goes to the deadly place......"

"Why, she's a very nice person......" Yuki Ihara muttered.

Takuto Torii promised, "We will catch the murderer as soon as possible and give the residents a reassuring explanation." ”

He suddenly saw Wen Qianyi, and felt that this person's dress was a little strange, but it was not too different from ordinary young people, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Yuki Ihara bypassed the cordon, went to the third floor, and gently opened the door.

Chaos comes into view!

"This ......"

Gone are the warm havens of poverty, replaced by a raging wind, tables and chairs are crooked, curtains are torn, and the floor is full of miscellaneous debris swept to the ground.

Yuki Ihara then remembered that her sister should have come home from school a long time ago!

She went crazy looking for her sister in the house, and eventually, on the wall of her bedroom, she saw a line of writing sprayed with red spray paint.

"Sister, leave me alone."

Wen Qian also chuckled: "Obviously someone has been here." Want to know what's going on? ”

Yuki Ihara looked at the wall in despair and bit her lip.

"It's a three-way group. They have countless subordinates in Milu City, and it is easy to arrest a schoolgirl, and the police in such a small place are not capable of fighting such a seasoned gang. ”

Yuki Ihara didn't ask "Why did you arrest us?" and said in a cold voice.

"How do I find them?"

"I can tell you where to go. But you have to think clearly, even if you find someone from the third group, what are you going to do? ”

Yuki Ihara was silent for a long time.

Her voice seemed to rise from the abyss, slow and resolute, fierce as a ghost.

"This scum has to be cleaned."

It went well......

Wen Qian also needs such a right-hand man with Japanese roots, and he is also guiding Yuki Ihara in the direction to become a staunch fighter for neo-humanism.

He raised a question.

"Your reasoning."

Yuki Ihara's thoughts became clear little by little, and she pondered for a long time with her head down, and finally found the most accurate answer from the deepest part of her heart.

"It's hatred." Her words squeezed out between her teeth.

"Hatred of injustice, hatred of violence, hatred of this whole Japanese society! I don't want to see the same tragedy happen again, there will always be people who will die for the truth, there will always be people who will burst out with the first cry of resistance......"

Yuki Ihara's eyes became clearer and clearer, and she looked at Wen Qianyi.

"Maybe that's why God chose me, regardless of background and identity, personality and ability, I represent the voice, the bell that awakens all the oppressed at the bottom."

That's great......

Wen Qian also expressed satisfaction with the excellent effect of combining guidance theory with real-life encounters.

He gave violent revolution a new and noble value, and convinced people that this was the truth they were seeking. Yuki Ihara was just a spark that completely triggered the fuse of great changes in Japan.

Wen Qianyi's voice has infinite magic hidden in it, guiding Ihara Yuki's thinking to gradually sublimate in a certain direction.

"Revolution is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, it cannot be so elegant, so calm, so polite, so gentle and courteous. A revolution is an insurrection, a violent action by a class to overthrow a class. ”

"No bloodshed is not a riot, no sacrifice is not a riot, not a life and death is not a riot. Rioting is to regain one's rights and create a new world. ”

"I need you to take complete control of the Triban in order to bestow you with the divine power to purify sin into our sharp spear." Wen Qian also turned sideways and said slowly.

Yuki Ihara suddenly clenched his fists, and under the action of the strong magnetic field, it emitted an azure luster.

She half-knelt on the ground, looked up at Wen Qianyi, and said in a reverent tone: "God, where is our enemy?" ”

Wen Qian also pushed open the window.

A cool wind blew in with a drizzle.

He looked at the gloomy sky, slowly raised his arms, and a dazzling and bright white electric light burst out from his body, and the energy wave rushed into the sky like a sharp arrow.

The hooded top blows in the wind and is blown high!

Crackle!!

The sky exploded with dull thunder!

The electric charge travels quickly through the air throughout the city, and is transmitted everywhere under the action of the rain medium! All the scenes were detected by the electrical charge and appeared in Wen Qianyi's brain.

His thinking runs through this modern city made of steel and concrete.

A strong white glow appears in both eyes.

"I see you."

The corners of Wen Qianyi's mouth outlined a sinister smile.

He became more and more intoxicated with the taste of being in control, and he also deeply realized the existence of ambition.

Yuki Ihara was half-kneeling not far away, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his green face was full of devotion and worship like that of a religious believer.

Behind him are messy ruins, which seem to be ...... An omen picture of the near future. (To be continued.) )