Yangon is the former capital and largest city of Myanmar and is known as the "City of Peace". Located in the Irrawaddy River Delta, the richest region of Myanmar, it is the political, economic and cultural center of Myanmar. Yangon's time zone is Coordinated Universal Time plus six and a half hours. The main exports are rice, teak, oil, cotton and various metal deposits.

Yangon is a beautiful seaside city with tropical scenery. The city is surrounded by water on three sides, with the Bago River to the east, the Yangon River to the south, and the Lai River, one of the Irrawaddy rivers that flow into the Haihan River, to the west. Stretching north from the Yangon River to the south between the east and west rivers is a bustling business district, with straight and spacious streets filled with flowers and green trees on the sidewalks. The city's folk architecture is traditional Burmese-style, but there are also many Western-style buildings. The Burmese Government Building, the Central Bank, the Customs Office, the Yangon Station, and the Post and Telecommunications Building are all British-style buildings. There is Miao Ya Lake in the north of the city, and Ganjidao Lake in the south, the water of the lake is clear and sparkling, like two shining emeralds.

Luo Fei, who has changed his appearance, walks freely on the streets full of flowers and Buddhism, and tastes all kinds of snacks at will. The diversity of ethnic groups in Myanmar has made Yangon's dining scene an all-encompassing character, with Shan, Burmese, Chinese and Indian influences being the most significant. This made Luo Fei, who regarded himself as a foodie, very enjoyable.

Luo Fei came here to find a Japanese who could provide him with an identity.

The appearance of camouflage skills gave Luo Fei a bold idea. That is to impersonate a Japanese who is about the same size as him, and after returning to Japan, he will think about breaking into the gang. Look for an opportunity to eliminate the East Asian Pioneer Group in one fell swoop.

With camouflage skills, Luo Fei's body shape can also be changed. It's just that he thinks that the change in body shape will greatly affect his martial arts performance. There will also be a lot of unaccustomed people, of course, to find a similar person to impersonate.

However, if Luo Fei wants to pretend to be the target, he must kill the other party first, only in this way can he not show his feet. Moreover, the ghost space only allows Luo Fei to learn the other party's skills and specialties, not to devour the other party's memories, without the help of the original owner, it is difficult for Luo Fei to completely integrate into the role he plays.

Don't say anything else. Luo Fei doesn't know much about Japan's living habits alone. Although he is able to speak standard and fluent Japanese because of the scorpion, he has no memories or life experiences related to Japan. All of this has to be provided by the unlucky guy who was replaced by Luo Fei.

From the moment he entered Yangon, Luo Fei considered himself Japanese, and apart from English, he only spoke Japanese. He did this to make it easier to get close to the Japanese who came to Yangon. It is good to pick out the target from among them to be replaced.

Luo Fei's efforts have been very effective these days, and many backpackers from Japan have known him. And Luo Fei also chose his own target, just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Nobuo Nakano. A twenty-five-year-old backpacker from the countryside of Osaka. This guy who came to Yangon alone was full of annoying breath. No one wants to talk to him much.

This guy came to Myanmar as if he was just for fun. He ignored the beautiful scenery and the solemn pagoda, and specifically looked for the flower street and willow lane to drill into.

Luo Fei had been following him for days. This kid almost sleeps in the hotel, and goes out to find a brothel.

Although Buddhism is thriving here in Myanmar and believers are everywhere, the sex industry is very developed. This situation is very common in Southeast Asian countries, and the most criticized hina ~ prostitute in these places is famous all over the world.

I have to say that this is a very contradictory phenomenon.

And Nobuo Nakano, this guy, seems to have come specifically for these poor little girls.

Luo Fei also began to think in his heart, would it be too reluctant to play such an obscene and disgusting guy?

But such a person is not destined to have too many friends, and judging from his usual performance, this Nobuo Nakano is not a person to get along with, he treats anyone with a bad attitude, and is destined to be the kind of scum who lives alone.

Such a person, even if he is impersonated, no one will pay attention, right?

For the sake of his own great cause, Luo Fei had to reluctantly follow behind this bastard, waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

Not to mention that Luo Fei is also a murderer now, he is already calm about this kind of thing as if he is eating and drinking, even if he has never killed anyone, Luo Fei will not be soft when dealing with such a target. Really, this guy is so annoying.

His body seems to exude a disgusting aura, reminding others all the time to stay away from me.

After roughly figuring out the pattern of Nobuo Nakano's activities, Luo Fei planned to take a good walk on the street, and when this guy went out for fun at night, he wanted to kill him.

It's very easy to kill Nobuo Nakano, and even Luo Fei is sure that when the two pass by, he will be killed without being discovered. The dilemma was what to do with his body.

You can't have this guy killed on the front foot and show up in the hotel with the back foot, right?

For this, Luo Fei didn't bother less. He really didn't want to throw this guy's corpse into the ghost space. That was Luo Fei's treasure land, how could such a bastard be defiled with a corpse?

Luo Fei, who had no good way, had to take advantage of the daylight to come out and walk around, looking at the scenery while looking for a place to dispose of the corpse.

Yangon looks like a huge park, full of plants, flowers, and pagodas. A monk with his bare left shoulder and a red robe floats barefoot in the street. In such a peaceful place, Luo Fei was really guilty of strolling around and thinking about how to dispose of the corpse.

Yangon has the dark red roofs of British architecture left over from the colonial era, the moss-covered tops of Hindu temples inlaid with statues of various gods, the roofs of square boxes invented by modern civilization, stupas, churches, and doves frolicking in the sky. The scenery matched together in this way has an indescribable harmony, which makes Luo Fei in it very strange.

Most of the cars on the streets are rusty and rusty as if they had come out of scrapyards, and due to the blockade of the West, it is difficult for Myanmar to import cars, many of which are from the Ne Win era. Classic cars, jeeps, and old-fashioned British-designed buses made in India abound.

There were many open-air baths on the side of the street, separated from the street by a wall, and groups of women, wrapped in skirts, with some plump shoulders peeking out of the wall, could hear them pouring water on their bodies with wooden buckets, laughing loudly, washing up, and one by one going out of the wall to wring the water out of their hair.

It's a beautiful city that can't be imagined. That scum named Nobuo Nakano, who only thinks about going to Hina ~ prostitute in such a city, what a bastard.

Luo Fei stood on the side of the road and watched a group of monks walk barefoot, each holding a brown-red oil-paper umbrella. It has an unusually peaceful taste.

Luo Fei wandered around like this, but his direction was those far from the center of the city, and like all cities, there were many poor people, and many places to hide filth.

Luo Fei rode the motorcycle that Kunlong gave him and slowly drove out of the edge of the city. Luo Fei noticed a textile shop somewhere, and behind the shop was a workshop, and outside the workshop was the village, which was hidden behind the street.

Luo Fei stopped his motorcycle and walked into the workshop. A dozen old looms are working rhythmically in the workshop, which looks like a 19th-century British weaving workshop, but the workers' costumes don't look like workers, like dancers. Outside the workshop, there were two cauldrons, the fog was steaming, two shirtless men were dyeing cloth, and the dogs were wandering around the workshop like foremen.

Seeing Luo Fei walk in, one of the workers walked over, stared at him vigilantly, and asked, "What are you doing?" This is the workshop, outsiders are not allowed to come in, leave quickly. ”

The man spoke Burmese, which Luo Fei had already learned, but he still pretended to be able to barely speak a few words, and replied stumblingly: "Bu...... Yes, I, want to buy, a lot. ”

When he said these words, Luo Fei deliberately raised the green tendons on his head, as if these words were going to consume all his strength.

But the man understood, and said to him, "Wait, I'll call the boss, this is not a place to buy cloth." ”

Then regardless of whether Luo Fei understood it or not, he tore off the apron around his waist and entered the front store through the back door.

After a while, the shopkeeper walked up to Luo Fei with the workers and greeted him politely in English.

It's good to know English, buddy doesn't have to pretend to be half-dumb anymore. Luo Fei happily communicated with the boss in English.

There was a special smell in the house that was used as a factory, and Luo Fei pointed to the place where he parked his motorcycle, and asked the boss to go there with him to talk.

The boss happily came with him to the outside of the factory.

Luo Fei said that he is a designer who travels around, and he fell in love with the fabrics in this store, saying that they have the beauty of the industrial revolution period, and he is ready to buy some goods in large quantities.

Although the owner of the shop didn't know what beauty was during the Industrial Revolution, he knew that he might be going to make a fortune.

The fabrics in his shop can be produced in the small workshops around him, and if the designer asks for enough goods, he doesn't mind letting his peers make a fortune with them, and of course, the order must be in his hands.

Under Luo Fei's inducement, the shopkeeper explained to Luo Fei the production process and process of his cloth.

And Luo Fei just listened quietly on the side because of a vague thought in his heart, occasionally saying a few words, inducing the shopkeeper to move the content of the conversation closer to the direction he wanted.

Finally, when talking about the process, the shopkeeper mentioned dilute sulfuric acid, dilute hydrochloric acid and soda ash.

Oh also, that's what Luo Fei was looking for.

Now, it's all that remains to find out where these chemical ingredients are sold. To be honest, Luo Fei has been around for so long, and he has never seen a place to sell chemical raw materials. (To be continued......)