"Welcome to United Airlines."

The beautiful flight attendant, who was almost the same height as Yin Qi, handed over the ticket with both hands, and the smile on her face was impeccable. Since you are impeccable, it means that no one can read her likes and dislikes for you from the corners of her mouth that rises fifteen degrees.

Yin Qi quickly took the ticket and walked along the left-hand side to the business class position.

The air ticket is the fastest flight from country M to country R, which Emma is responsible for.

At 11:45 a.m. on April 10, the UA032 Boeing 787 passenger plane flew off the surface with Yin Qi on board, and left the territory of country M two hours later and sailed over the Pacific Ocean.

The Boeing 787 series is a medium-sized passenger aircraft that Boeing provides non-stop services to passengers in order to reduce airline operating costs. There are only 293 seats on the entire plane, and only 30 business classes in the front row, which takes up almost one-fifth of the available space in the entire fuselage.

The flight attendant serving in business class walked past Yin Qi with a soft drink and put it on the table of an old man from country M in front of him along with a straw.

The old man was browsing the mailbox on his mobile phone at this time, and most of the incoming and outgoing emails had the same suffix "du", the English abbreviation of JZ University in Country M.

In addition to him, several of the 23 people in the business class belong to the expensive upper class. They know each other well, and in the past two hours, 4 people have initially expressed their intention to cooperate, 5 people have met for dinner, and a couple of men and women sitting next to each other have added Facebook to each other, and a new round of discussion has started for their mutual friends.

"What are you looking at?"

The brown-haired girl sitting next to Yin Qi observed him intermittently behind her sunglasses for thirty minutes, and finally couldn't help but take off her glasses and lean over.

A safety manual provided by the airline was held in Yin Qi's hand. Thirty minutes is enough to read the 169 words above, and then transcribe it 10 times from beginning to end.

"Strange people." That's what Julia had to say about the Asian youth next door.

Yin Qi put away the safety manual, ignored the girl's complaints, and put down the backrest and closed his eyes.

At this time, the aircraft was located in the stratosphere at an altitude of about 8,500 meters. It was deserted, and apart from the 270 passengers and 14 crew members of the Boeing 787 at this time, there was no 285th creature in the range that Yin Qi could perceive.

The thrusters under the wings hummed, and Yin Qi felt a slight push back feeling, and the plane picked up speed again.

As Wu Di's doppelganger, Yin Qi has memories of his time as the Erlang of Heavenly Court when he appeared as a saint and true monarch.

Comparing the earth's most advanced aviation technology with the magic power of the gods flying through the clouds and fog every day, there is a very different taste.

The next day, at 2:55 p.m. on April 11, a visitor from country M, who had been in the air for 11 hours and 20 minutes, entered the capital area international airport of country R.

Two members of the Oshima family stood at the pick-up gate with white paper printed with two black characters of "Yin Qi".

Yin Qi, with a mobile phone and a wallet in his arms, was the first to walk out of the passage in a dashing manner.

The two members held up the white paper, and Yin Qi's eyes did not squint.

The two sides passed by.

The members of the club did not doubt him, put down the blank paper and continued to wait in place.

Yin Qi stretched out his hand to stop a taxi and went straight to the busiest area in the capital area.

"Hello?" (R)

"I've arrived."

Keiko Oshima, who is fluent in Chinese, glanced up at her father and hid from the hospital room under the pretext of going to the toilet.

"Didn't you see the person who picked you up?" Keiko Oshima walked into the fire escape and closed the door.

The stairs were very quiet, and unless someone was hiding here in the morning, there was no risk that their conversation would be heard by a third person.

"I don't want to be found out about our connection after the fact."

Yin Qi looked up and glanced at the gossipy taxi driver through the rearview mirror, who immediately looked straight ahead and stopped peeking.

By this time, they had left the suburbs and driven into the city, and all kinds of information continued to pour into his mind.

Retracting the range of perception, Yin Qi stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction to the right.

After the driver understood and skillfully changed lanes and left the main road, the taxi stopped in a slightly depressed neighborhood.

Keiko Oshima on the other end of the phone held her phone and bowed to the air to apologize. However, apart from the people of the Oshima family, she really has no other candidates.

"Let Hidehide Okamoto come."

After paying the fare, Yin Qi opened the door and got out of the car. Right in front of him, a huge advertisement hangs from an eight-meter-high wall.

Compared with this artwork that is meant to show the essence of life, the famous Mona Lisa is nothing.

On the laser-printed coated paper, four swimsuit beauties are standing or sitting, lying or lying, no matter which corner of the upper and lower sides, there is always a beautiful woman looking at you affectionately.

Originally called kuò, this place was a duck farm and a girls' school after the Meiji era, and is now a world-famous red light district.

When Hidehide Okamoto arrived in Kabukicho, it was just as the lights were on.

During the day, the neighborhood is bustling with people almost as soon as the sun turns west. All kinds of neon lights shone on Okamoto Hide's face, and the tall man who had never been afraid of the seven murderers looked a little nervous at this moment.

"Where ......"

Hidehide Okamoto was standing in front of the newsstand and looking around, when a patrol officer saw it and turned to him.

The former noticed the policeman and automatically shifted his gaze in other directions.

The patrol officer quickened his pace, stopped Okamoto before he left, and said, "Wait." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Are you eighteen?" The patrolman asked.

"What?"

"Student ID, do you have one?"

The shops in Kabukicho only serve adults over the age of 18, and Hidehide Okamoto's slightly junior performance has aroused the suspicion of the inspectors.

How could Hidehide Okamoto possibly carry that kind of thing with him? I saw him shake his head impatiently, and his thick arms blocked the patrol officer's touch and said angrily: "How old Lao Tzu is has something to do with you." ”

The dispute in front of the newsstand attracted a lot of people who ate melons. In the middle of the low building three meters away from here, the golfer man who had played Hidehide Okamoto was standing on the second floor with his upper body naked.

At first, he didn't recognize who Okamoto was, until the sound of the two sides arguing became louder, and he frowned fiercely.

"Kotoko, go down and ask if that person's name is Hidehide Okamoto." The golfer pointed to the two men below with the cigarette in his hand.

The pink lady who had just come out of the bathroom took a coat from the sofa and walked downstairs wrapped in a bath towel.

The patrol officer was about to forcibly take Hidehide Okamoto back to the police station when the woman named Kotoko pushed open the door of the store and shouted at Hidehide Okamoto, "Why are you here?" ”

"You know him?" The patrolman turned.

"He's my brother."

Who TM is your brother??

Okamoto Ying was simply inexplicable, who knew that the patrol officer really believed the woman's words, and the onlookers and others also showed expressions of "I see", as if they had long been commonplace.