The Midosuji Line is one of the most important underground railway lines in Osaka, running from north to south of Osaka, and the number of passengers is staggering.

Every stop train is already at full capacity, and there are not many people rushing to leave, and the people who board this line in the afternoon are all social animals who work in Chuo Ward and live in other wards, and spend a lot of time commuting every day in order to save rent and living costs, so no one will get off at this station that still belongs to Chuo Ward.

Although there were more than 30 people standing in the front line, Takeo Shoubu also waited for five waves of trams to pass before he reluctantly lined up in front.

There were four or five people in front, and I didn't know if I could successfully get on the bus this time.

Takeo Moribe didn't know why he was in a hurry to get on the bus, and it didn't make any sense to go home, but it was wasting time in the crowd like this, which made him feel like a free man, so why rush home.

Another wave of trams was coming, and just as the neatly lined line moved forward a little, a group of figures suddenly interjected.

"Damn, it's a real problem, it took a lot of work to level that bitch."

"Didn't you succeed in the end, cheer up."

"Then go to ......"

Four or five men in loose tracksuits, with bare arms and calves, stuck in front of the tram line, all of them tall and with fancy tattoos on their exposed skin.

The impression of tattoos is very negative among the people and officials of the island countries, and not only is it a death sentence for job hunting, but also in public places such as the beach, it is necessary to cover the tattoo with a cover before basking in the sun, after all, tattoos and severed limbs are the standard configuration of Jidao Yakuza.

At the front of the line was a female staff member who was knocked back a few steps by several tattooed men.

Covering the shoulders that were hit red, the lady closed her mouth and didn't dare to say a word, these guys are not good people at first glance, women like them who grew up in Osaka have heard more than once or twice about the Midosuji Line incident of the last century - in the 80s, a woman stopped two men on a train from being stupid, and as a result, she was dragged into it and violently assaulted while passing through the construction site, and the pedestrians at the time chose to ignore it when they passed by, and no one helped.

But a male social animal standing behind the female employee reached out to support her, and asked if it was okay with concern, the two seemed to be colleagues in the same company, and they were quite affectionate.

Helping the female staff to stand firmly, the male social animal looked at a few gangsters with sweaty palms: "I'm sorry." ”

The male social animal said nervously, "We have been queuing for a long time, please can you ...... in order?"

Sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his tongue was tense and knotted.

Seeing the performance of her colleague, the female employee lowered her head and tugged at his suit with her hand, she was going to pretend not to know and wait for the next train, why did An Tang suddenly jump out.

Is this guy Antang crazy, the other party is not a good person at first glance, why do you want to say such things that anger them.

Sure enough, a few thugs glared at him with unkind eyes.

"What are you talking about, bastard."

"Any comments? Let's talk. ”

As he spoke, two people surrounded him, one on the left and one on the right, holding the shoulders of the social animal, and one person patted the back of the social animal vigorously from behind.

"Go, go."

A few thugs laughed and walked to the bathroom of the subway station with the social animals in tow, they had a strong smell of alcohol, and they looked drunk at first glance, so they were dizzy and did bold things.

"Wait, wait."

Only the male animal shook his head in horror like a pig to be slaughtered, looking very embarrassed.

The female clerk next to her opened and closed her mouth, and shrank back when she wanted to say something.

Because the train is about to enter the station, coupled with the dense crowd, the personnel on duty may not have seen the scene here, or they pretended not to see it if they saw it, anyway, I am not responsible alone, and don't look for me if something happens.

"Go tell the staff."

After walking away, the other people in the queue said with a scared face.

"Yes, yes."

"Who's going?"

After a few words to each other, but no one dared to call the police, the female employee covered her mouth and kept saying: "What to do, what to do, what to do." ”

Takeo Morabe covered his abdomen with a black seal on it, which was sealed with the Kitsune-sama, a source that could change his desperate life.

He was the most capable of stopping the situation from happening, and with a little use of the power given to him by the fox demon, he could rescue the person.

"No, no, you can't get yourself in trouble." Takeo Shoube knocked his hands together, "It's the problem he provoked, why do I have the idea of coming out and sharing the trouble, this can't be, it's too strange." ”

Thinking of the person who was taken away just now, Shoubu's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he turned his head to look into the distance in shame.

The tram is coming, and the light on the front of the train can already be seen in the hollow darkness.

Bright light passed through the tunnel, illuminating the view of the guards more clearly.

A slender man caught his eye, he was standing in a position that was not in the waiting area, and the train would not open in front of him when it arrived, so the guards noticed that he was standing strangely.

Like himself, the middle-aged man with a meticulous comb is wearing a suit, holding a briefcase, and even the eyes he wears are somewhat similar, full of "social elite".

In the bustling crowd, the man in the middle is like a popsicle in the fire.

Independent, with a sense of detachment.

"Boom."

The man puts down the briefcase.

He was tall and a little taller.

The weight of the briefcase must be very heavy, otherwise it would not have risen abruptly after being removed.

It's the bones that have been repressed and shrunk and flattened.

But the sense of detachment from the surroundings became more and more obvious, and he was like a whale in a pond, but it didn't make a long call.

He raised his hand.

Surrender!

The hands raised in the air are a gesture of surrender, like a soldier captured in war.

The tips of his fingers covered the headlights of the approaching car, so Takeo Moribe couldn't see his expression.

He surrendered.

I saw him jump into the orbit with a leap.

"Whew!"

The tram driver didn't have time to brake and roared over the tracks.

There wasn't even a scream, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that the passengers in the surrounding queue realized what had just happened.

"Someone has gone off the rails again."

"It's miserable."

"People are gone!"

The crowd gathered like a school of sardines, all with their heads outstretched or filming with their phones, but the onlookers could not see anything, and the man who was out of place became taller, stretching a full hundred meters between his feet and his head.

Takeo Shoube clenched his fists and looked at the tram whistling by with tears in his eyes: "It's so pitiful, it's so pitiful." ”

He staggered out of the station.

"Oooo

Then he turned his back and walked briskly to the public toilet of the subway with his briefcase in hand.