Shikoku Island, Mima City, next to the Anabuki River.

It's a quiet little town in the countryside, and outside the town is a farmland with crops, and it's only half an hour to walk across the river from one side of the town to the other.

The townsfolk know each other well, and they don't see each other when they look down.

A big yellow dog ran out of the house, followed by a little boy about six or seven years old with a ball in his hand.

"Plop."

The round ball rolled on the ground, and the big yellow dog turned around and barked, a dog and a child, very like the countryside field.

"Qiren, where are you going?"

A kind old man in his sixties walked out of the house and asked as he looked at his grandson's back.

"I'll be back right away! Stinky grandpa! Sun Tzu Qiren turned to the old man and shouted, took out the hard candy from his mouth and patted it to his grandfather, "The sugar is too sour, I won't eat it." ”

"Stinky boy." The old man laughed and scolded, and there was a fruit hard candy in his hand that his grandson would not eat after taking a bite.

There are also kiosks in the island country, but in the island country's kanji, it is written as '駄菓子屋', which is a common snack made of coarse grains, and later also referred to snacks.

Childhood snacks can also be found in snack shops in island countries, such as whistle candy, milk flakes, cocoa butter substitute wrapped in golden tin foil and shaped like gold coins, and plastic gourd syrup full of saccharin and pigments......

If you want to talk about the biggest difference, the island country does not have the most enduring spicy noodles in the Chinese commissary, and the Chinese country does not have the delicious bars in the island country's confectionery house, both of which are local specialties.

Waiting for the last wave of people in the Showa era to die, the confectionery house will completely dissipate into the smoke of history, put the leftover sugar of his grandson into his mouth, and the old man will sit on the maza and bask in the sun on Shikoku Island.

As there are fewer and fewer students in the primary schools in the town, the house can't sell much in a day, but the old man doesn't care about this, find something to do, don't let himself be idle, this is what people of his age pursue.

Life in a small place is so comfortable and quiet, as if it can drag people into endless leisure time, deeply imprinted in this land.

Spend time quietly like this, and then die at the right time, within two or three generations, your name will be completely unremembered, and in a few hundred years, the temple will probably love its own grave.

"Squeak." With hard fruit candy in his mouth, the old man heard the footsteps of his grandson hurrying over.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!" The grandson's cry was urgent, as if he was being chased by a wild boar behind him.

"What's wrong, Kairen?"

The old man took down the newspaper that covered his eyes and looked in the direction of his grandson.

I saw Qiren standing in front of the store in fear, with tall figures on both sides of his thin body.

The tall figure was wearing a black suit, carrying a bag, and the other hand was suspiciously placed in his arms.

If that's all it takes, maybe it's an unlucky social animal who goes on a business trip to a small place, and there's nothing to care about.

But beside and behind Qiren, there were dozens of people in black standing, all staring at their own confectionery house with expressionless faces.

Such an exaggerated posture is like a business trip.

Where did these dozens of people come from? Could it be the Extreme Dao Organization?

But there are only gangster young people in the town who are not angry, how can there be a real Extreme Organization, and dozens of people are dispatched at one time, which is too exaggerated, and he has never been involved with Yakuza since he was a child.

He has old arms and legs, even if he is caught by the Extreme Dao Organization and sells body tissue, he will not make money, but will lose money.

"You, who are you! What are you going to do?! ”

The old man was so frightened that he swallowed the hard candy in his throat, and almost choked himself to death without taking a breath.

"Kenji Uno." The majestic man at the head took out his documents, and the sign of the Supernatural Hall was clear and conspicuous!

"Yes, it's me."

The head of the local headquarters of the four countries of the Supernatural Agency, a high-ranking official in the absolute local system, such a big man personally went down to arrest people, and the old man's head was now only dizzy.

He didn't know the signs on his papers, and the only violent agency in the small area was the police station with only a few people, and they were all his own people in the town, old policemen in their fifties and sixties.

"You're arrested."

"Why, why ......" The old man subconsciously got up and retorted, looking at his grandson's worried eyes, he swallowed his saliva, "Okay, I know, I'll accompany you on a trip......"

Hearing that he had been arrested, his heart chuckled, and all kinds of mixed thoughts jumped into his mind.

"Grandpa."

"Qiren, don't be afraid, you go home to find your parents first, just say don't worry, grandpa will come home soon, these police gentlemen have misunderstood something."

Rubbing his grandson's head, Kenji Uno patted him on the back and told him to leave quickly: "Be careful on the road." ”

He then stood up and looked at the officers in the Occult Hall, "Mr. Police. ”

"Hatano, Ogami, you two go and send the child home."

"Yes."

The two subordinates nodded, and walked back with Qiren between the left and right, and the loyal big yellow dog barked anxiously around the crowd.

"You must have misunderstood something, why did you arrest me?"

"Misunderstanding? Let's talk about it when we get to Tokyo. ”

"Higashi, Tokyo?"

The narrow streets were now crowded with many neighbors, looking at Kenji Uno who had been caught, and their eyes widened and they talked about what was happening.

The old policeman in the town was at a loss on the periphery, not knowing what to do with the situation that was happening now.

"Horii, what's going on, how can Old Man Uno be arrested?"

"It's like, if there's something wrong?"

The old policeman Horii himself didn't understand what was going on, and his superiors not only called, but also directly sent the chief inspector of the police department to come, and the biggest 'surprise' was this group of people in black, who were not low in rank and had a scary status at a glance.

"I don't know, it's supposed to be ...... Big question. ”

The neighbors gave Horii a blank look, and what they said was like not saying it.

"Could it be that Old Man Uno killed someone?"

"Huh? It's impossible to go, how can he kill someone at his age, and there has been a murder case recently, he has never left the town in the past few years. ”

"Maybe, maybe he killed someone when he was young, and now the East Window incident has happened."

Horii coughed and gently patted the shoulder of the person next to him: "Don't talk nonsense, don't say anything until the truth comes out now, in case Uno doesn't do anything, you are so gossipy, and it will be embarrassing for him to go home." ”

A little sesame thing can spread in the town, and the aging town residents love the gossip of the people around them, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Uno was pressed into the police car, and the black-clothed man who pressed a piece of black also refreshed everyone's three views.

In this pomp, Uno won't be dragged directly to the execution penalty!