The soccer club of Kashima Akei School and the members of the original soccer club participate in training together.

And on the other side of Tokyo.

Inside a slightly dilapidated rental house.

A young man named Hideo Fukuda, with medium-long hair, stood together in strands and had five or six pimples on his face that were waiting to be punctured.

In front of him was a computer and console found in the second-hand market, a table full of snacks and empty cans, and a mouse and keyboard covered in dirt, but with a slight pick of his fingernails, the gray-black mud could be deducted from them.

At the moment, he was cracking on the keyboard without disgust.

"Waste, you have the ability to come here, address 29-1, Michigensaka, Ota Ward! A murderer is a murderer! ”

Previously, Hideo Fukuda was arguing with someone on the Internet because of the video two days ago, but he met a person who seemed to be honest, whose screen name was Joker, and seriously analyzed the content of the video with himself.

This made Hideo Fukuda want to laugh when he looked at it.

Is he here to debate people? If you come and go with reason, it's called a debate, but Hideo Fukuda, he's here to quarrel!

There are "some" unsatisfactory things in life, and there is no place to vent in reality, and you have to be submissive to everyone, so you can only strike the Internet and express your emotions.

"Is that the address?" The other party suddenly said something without a head.

Hideo Fukuda didn't know why he suddenly panicked, but then he thought that he had left his address many times before, but how many people would come to you in this era?

Let's not talk about whether the address will be fake, even if you go and bring a weapon, but when the time comes, knock on the door and come out full of big men, will you run away?

It's possible that you can't run, isn't that asking for your own hardship?

And if you go with a guy, and they call the police directly, and the police raise their hands and detain you, will the police uncle who planned justice listen to your explanation?

No.

So generally everyone is done with a chat on the Internet.

What do you come over, I shark you, you report the address and wait for me to go to the shark your whole family, basically just to make yourself feel a little more comfortable, to the real knife and real gun offline PK, few people will not cowardice.

Even if there are those iron-headed babies, but winning the Metropolitan Police Department and losing the morgue, just for the breath held in my heart, it is really a little unworthy.

So Hideo Fukuda was relieved when he faced the address confirmed by the other party, just worried for a while.

"Yes, if you have the ability, you can come here, Baga!"

So soon, the other party didn't reply.

Hideo Fukuda has lost a silly opponent and continues to look for people on the Internet to shoot, spitting fragrant and directional.

After a while, everyone found out that there was something wrong with this person, so they reported the user's bad remarks.

As a result, the official response was very fast, and he was banned in a few minutes.

This time, Hideo Fukuda could only switch to another platform to fight.

At the moment, he felt like a god of war.

"If you do this again, I won't go to your mother's memorial service!"

"The crematorium called and asked your mother how familiar she was?"

"My little carp just wants to crack in your **!"

Hideo Fukuda has always relied on the advanced technology he learned from another country called Zu'an to be invincible, but he didn't expect to change the battlefield today and actually meet a guy who is evenly matched.

"Interesting, that's what counts as a battle......" Hideo Fukuda is in high spirits at the moment!

"Dangdangdang."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Hideo Fukuda, who was quietly in the middle of a hearty battle, stopped with a trembling finger that was tapping on the keyboard.

Damn, could it be that guy coming?

Hideo Fukuda suddenly felt a little flustered, he didn't know what to do.

"Who?"

"The community sends warmth!"

The voice outside the door sounded loud, and it didn't sound fierce.

Hideo Fukuda still had no bottom in his heart, tiptoed towards the door, and accidentally kicked down an empty mineral water bottle.

Frightened, he hurriedly held on.

Walking to the door, I looked out through the cat's eye, and a man dressed in a street worker's clothes was standing outside, with a bag in his hand.

If you look closely, it looks like there's milk bread or something.

Sure enough, I was too worried about it and made a fuss.

But since it's really the community to send warmth, where is the reason why you don't accept it? Maybe it's because my life is harder.

Who said that the world in reality is cold, but it still looks a little warm.

So Hideo Fukuda left the cat's eye, first locked the door with the chain hanging down, and then opened the door.

"Thank you." Hideo Fukuda said with a smile on his face, "Why don't you come in and sit down, if you don't dislike me here." ”

"Don't worry, everyone is young, it's normal to have a little chaos at home."

The staff didn't look very old, but they were surprisingly gentle and easy to talk.

Hideo Fukuda took the bag from the other party's hand, put it directly on the table after entering the house, and the staff also entered the room and locked the door.

Just when Hideo Fukuda looked at what was in the bag, the staff suddenly spoke: "Hello, I want to confirm again, is your address 29-1, Dogenzaka?" ”

"Yes." Although Hideo Fukuda felt a little strange, why the staff didn't know the house number, this had to be confirmed, but he was already attracted by the abundance of things in the bag at this time, and he was a little puzzled but quickly dispelled, but this was something he found in the bag that did not belong to the business.

Hideo Fukuda takes out a black and white clown mask from the bag.

"What is this? Is it also a gift from the community? He asked curiously, holding it in his hand.

"What is this? Let me see, maybe I'm mistaken. The staff walked over, naturally took the mask from Hideo Fukuda's hand, and looked at it.

And then.

Worn on his head.

"It's a good fit." The voice of the staff came from under the mask.

"Indeed." Hideo Fukuda nodded.

Not to mention, he felt that the other party seemed to have a little feeling when he brought it, and then he continued to look at the bag.

Unaware of it, the staff member, who was already wearing a clown mask, had come behind him.

"It's a lot of things, this is the first time since I moved here, the community has come to deliver ......" Fukuda Hideo was happy, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt something insert in his back, and a feeling of being punctured and stretched in.

Instinctively, he wanted to turn around suddenly, but suddenly the other party pulled out the inserted hard object again, and seemed to bring out some liquid.

After that, every time he breathed, it was like a leak, and the moment of lack of oxygen in his brain directly made his eyes black, and he slowly fell to the ground holding on to the table.

"Hello, let's get acquainted again, my name is Joker, and I'm coming to you at the appointment."