It's dark.

Tokyo.

Ginza.

Inside a restaurant.

Under the warm lighting, there was a table full of food that seemed to be eaten endlessly.

A boy with a small body and a big head, who looks like he is not perfect, is holding an oversized bowl of ramen and is eating it there.

From time to time, he would raise his head and look at the sea of food in front of him, and take a random tempura, or sushi.

His mouth didn't seem big, but it seemed as if it could stuff an endless amount of things, and he kept eating, as if as long as he ate it, his stunted body would grow rapidly.

Opposite him, a super muscular man with large sunglasses in a brightly lit place, is not so ugly.

He had been concentrating on the old comic books in his hand, but he was not interested in the large number of delicacies on the table, only occasionally reaching out and grabbing something and munching on it.

They had been eating for so long that it was not only the guests at the next table who were watching them, but even the well-trained duty manager who was looking at them from time to time.

No way, they ordered too much, and this is not a buffet.

These two strange-looking guys don't seem to have much money.

Especially the man in sunglasses whose muscles swelled to the point that it was frightening, if they were going to eat the overlord meal once they were going to eat.

Even if you call the police, you can't stop them from escaping.

"Hiccup......" The eldest son seemed to be a little full at last, he pushed away the ramen bowl in front of him, grabbed a bowl of sashimi casually, and began to chew like potato chips, while chewing, he also said to the muscular man opposite, "I said selfie mania, you can eat some too, you have to run errands at night, it's not good to have no strength at that time." ”

"You care?" The muscular man pushed his sunglasses and continued to flip through the comics with relish, "But, where should we go first?" ”

"Let's draw lots." The eldest son burped again, put down the bowl of sashimi that he had emptied, and picked up another bowl of sushi.

"Well, this represents destination number one, and this is destination number two." As he spoke, he numbered the sushi in the bowl, and couldn't help but eat two of them.

In the end, there were only four of them left in a bowl of sushi.

"Let's smoke." He said to the muscular man.

"The first, the second." The muscular man still didn't raise his head, his hand reached over, and he grabbed two of them and threw them into his mouth.

"Hey, I haven't read the number yet." The eldest son was depressed, but in fact, the ghost only knew how he numbered the sushi that looked similar.

"Forget it, then you go to destination No. 1, I'll go to No. 2, it's like this every time, can you play well with me?" The eldest son was depressed.

This is a very imaginative game that he came up with.

It's like God is in charge of destiny.

"Boring." The muscular man closed the comic book, licked his lips, yawned, and glanced around, "That man thinks we're not going to give money." ”

Of course, he was talking about the manager who was so frightened that he glanced at it and didn't dare to sneak it over anymore.

"Then do we give money?" The eldest son smiled wickedly.

"Why don't you kill them all? I don't seem to have any money. "Muscle men don't matter.

"Sounds good, but it wouldn't be fun if you brought in the police in advance, right?" The eldest son furrowed his eyebrows, which were too thick like crayons.

"Well, it seems like this." The muscular man nodded, not expressing his opinion.

"Hey, pay the bill!" The eldest son thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled and beckoned to the panicked manager.

The manager barely wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked over slowly.

"You...... Hello, a total of 12,255,850 yuan, excellent...... After the offer is ......"

"No need." The eldest son interrupted him suddenly.

"Ah......?" The manager was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground all at once.

When I got closer, I realized that in fact, this big-headed son who looked harmless to humans and animals was even more terrifying.

That kind of smile that looks innocent, but how to look at it makes people's scalp tingle.

It gives people the feeling that he may be going to burn your shop in the next second.

"Its ...... Actually, if ......" the manager swallowed his spit and wanted to say this hard I please.

"Well, the money is here, just take it and brush it." The eldest son took a bank card out and reported the password.

This made the manager feel relieved, and no matter why the other party directly reported the password, he took the card and trotted all the way.

"Hey, why am I so kind?" The eldest son patted his face, casually playing with a trace of demonic flame almost purple at his fingertips.

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Wait until it's almost six o'clock.

It was already dark.

The candidates in the Templar are finally almost here.

It can be found that many of them are college students who have just graduated, and some are unintentional office workers, in short, they are all groups that are very likely to commit suicide.

Or rather, there have already been suicide attempts.

It's just that he didn't die in the end, so he cherished life so much that he even believed in the nonsense of immortality and came here.

"Alright." The mustachioed Furuma stood up, clapped his hands at the candidates present, and said in a very formal tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is the day of the candidates once a month again, and you should feel proud and proud of your choice, and at the same time, you should be in awe and complete gratitude to our Lord, for you are about to receive eternal life, which is the first glory in the long and boundless years to come." ”

This time.

The little freshness of the Templar Cafe was gone, and as night wore on, the room was lit up with dim and shadowy lights.

Combined with the almost absurd language of the mustache Guma, this place has become a cult missionary site.

But apparently, those would-be believers are fanatical.

"You are all potential candidates, come with me, you are about to see miracles." The ancient room was no longer as gentle as before, and with a wave of his hand, he led a group of believers towards a small door on the side with a wave of his hand, as if Moses had broken through the Red Sea.

Zeng Jingheng them, naturally one of them.

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Ask for recommendations, ask for collections.

Sure enough, this Sanjiang potential list is the same as not.

But it's better than nothing.