As a city that is one of the "streets that never sleep 24 hours a day" along with Shinjuku, Shibuya Station is lined with famous department stores, fashion specialty stores, restaurants, cafes, and custom facilities, making Shibuya a popular destination for both Japan and abroad.

In the Shibuya Tokyu San Rollund Tower Hotel, Lin Luoran and the others had already arrived for half an hour.

From the 37th floor, you can see the ant-like flow of people on the streets of Shibuya. Lin Qingxue served warm coffee to everyone, and no one in the Lin family could get used to this bitter drink, so they all took a shallow sip to give Lin Qingxue face.

As a female officer of the special forces, Lin Qingxue could only serve as the leader of the logistics unit in this operation, and the strikers were all young monks, and Lin Luoran only knew that the situation was serious after he arrived.

There are also a few old acquaintances who disappeared this time.

Ye Xiaobei, the monk who was lucky enough to get the Zhuji Dan last time, Mu Tiannan's sixth brother, and Cui Fatzi's cousin Cui Hejian are all missing.

"You're saying that you were sent to check on the disappearance of a large number of young men and women in Shibuya?" Lin Luoran's fingers slid over the rim of the cup, and the coffee was still steaming.

"The disappearance of young people in Shibuya, what does it matter to us in Huaxia?"

Anyone can hear Lin Luoran's displeasure, and Lin Luoran, who has been turned into a "narrow nationalist" by a political teacher, is really not interested in the so-called international aid. In particular, international aid to trap one's own people is too nonsense.

Lin Qingxue saluted, "Miss Lin, let me report to you that the missing people include a group of twenty Chinese tour groups and nine international students who came to Shibuya for tourism. ”

Lin Luoran frowned, "What about this group of monks, how many days have they been missing?" ”

"Three days ago, Brother Cui Hejian made a long-distance call back to China and sent a message for help."

Three days ago, Cui Hejian made an international call? Isn't that the phone call that tosses and turns to Cui Fatzi for help? Lin Luoran felt that the situation was even worse than she imagined.

Why didn't Cui Hejian's distress call go to these logistics troops, why didn't he call Chen Yun - perhaps it was because the situation was so bad that even if the special department sent reinforcements, it would be useless?

Lin Luoran stood by the window, overlooking the passers-by on the street.

It is indeed a paradise for young people, with all kinds of fancy costumes, dazzling color highlights, and more than eighty percent of the crowds on the streets.

"Is the disappearance still ongoing?"

Lin Qingxue nodded, "Every evening at seven o'clock, no matter how closely we and the Japanese people monitor, something will happen." ”

Wen Guanjing smiled, "Then we have to keep this place, the matter is so big, there should be cultivators on the Japanese side involved, right?" ”

As soon as his words fell, Lin Luoran raised his eyebrows and said, "What a coincidence, it seems that we have guests here." ”

Even Wen Guanjing and Li Xi'er sensed an aura that was very different from that of the Huaxia monks, and sure enough, a few minutes later, the logistics soldiers came to report that there were members of the shrine in the island country who came to negotiate.

"Let them in."

Several men dressed in traditional Japanese costumes rushed in, led by a middle-aged man with eyes like a sword, with slightly frosty temples and a serious face.

He had long felt a powerful coercion enveloping the hotel, and thought that it was an unborn old monster from Huaxia who had come to Shibuya, and he restrained his subordinates along the way, being cautious in his words and deeds, and even wondered if it would be the birth of the monk Jiedan exposed in Huaxia in recent years. How did I know that when I entered the room, I found that such a powerful aura emanated from a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties, and the panic on Asada Saito's body turned into shock.

Almost at the same moment, he reacted that this weak woman who seemed to be powerless was Lin Luoran, a rookie in the Huaxia cultivation world.

"Senpai!" Facing Lin Luoran, who was already a mainstay in the Chinese cultivation world at a young age, Asada Saito also had to put away his arrogance and lowered his chin high.

"Senior ......" several Japanese salute together.

Lin Luoran smiled and said to the people around him, "Where is this junior, why don't I know it?" ”

Asada Saito's resolute chin twitched, "Under is the seventeenth generation head of the Asada family, serving as the guard officer of the shrine. ”

The Asada family? This surname didn't give Lin Luoran a very good impression, and it always reminded her of the little green fox who hadn't returned home yet, "Asada Sakurako is your ......?" ”

Asada Saito was a little uneasy, "It's the little girl, Sakurako went on a trip a few years ago and hasn't returned home yet, I don't know if the seniors have something to tell her?" ”

Lin Luoran secretly sneered, going on a trip? It's to go to Huaxia to covet the Qingqiu Secret Collection! But in this way, there is no news about this Asada Sakurako, and the stupid fox should not have encountered an accident.

"In the past Bermuda night, I had a relationship with Ling Ai, and Miss Sakurako was quite impressive."

Lin Luoran's comments were vague, and Asada Saito didn't dare to answer indiscriminately, the atmosphere was very awkward for a while, but Asada Saito broke the embarrassment and asked how to deal with this incident, Lin Luoran only said that each had its own responsibility, which made Asada Saito a little disappointed.

Several Japanese quickly said goodbye, and Lin Qingxue boldly asked, "Miss Lin, why don't you cooperate with them?" ”

The nature of a soldier is to obey orders and complete orders at any cost, Lin Qingxue received an order at this time is to cooperate with Lin Luoran and others to rescue the lost Huaxia monks, in her opinion, cooperating with local Japanese forces can make the combat effectiveness of both sides go to a higher level, why not?

Lin Luoran didn't speak, and Wen Guanjing gave Lin Qingxue a booing look.

Everyone here, maybe only he can understand some of Lin Luoran's thoughts. They only care about saving the people of China, that is, they cooperate with the Japanese monks, and when they are wary of each other, it will have the opposite effect.

In this world, some forces, because of historical reasons, are destined not to trust each other.

This is the case with Huaxia and the island nations.

Lin Luoran saw that it was cold because of his own reasons, so he easily invited everyone to take a medicinal bath in the hotel and waited for the arrival of the "weird 7 o'clock" moment.

Seeing Lin Luoran's relaxed posture, it diluted a lot of gloom in everyone's hearts, one Jiedan monk and two foundation building monks, this is already an unprecedentedly powerful lineup, thinking about it like this, I feel that the unclear road ahead has been blown away a little fog.

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"My lord, that woman just now, but Lin Jun?"

Because Lin Luoran's position is too important, the Japanese cultivation community has long been called "Jun".

Asada Saito nodded, "It's Lin Jun...... I suspect that she has broken through the realm of Huaxia cultivation, which is really a jealous talent. Because it was not far from the hotel, he didn't dare to speak casually, not to mention the envious talent, there is such a monk in Huaxia, who has made breakthroughs in just a few years, if they have this strength in the Japanese cultivation world, they should destroy her.

Asada Saito looked at the San Rollenta Hotel with deep regret in her eyes, but unfortunately, she was actually a woman...... What's even more regrettable is that she is still a Chinese woman.

"My lord, Lin Jun has no intention of cooperating, we?"

Asada Saito smiled, "Go back to Taisha." ”

"Hey!"

The "Taisha" in the mouth of Asada Saito is the "Hongu Asama Taisha" on Mt. Fuji at the top of Mt. Fuji, and it is a place to worship the gods of Mt. Fuji, and nearly 4 million square meters of land outside the hiking trail and meteorological observation center above the 8th station of Mt. Fuji belong to the shrine, and land is scarce in Japan, so you can peek into the status of Hongu Asama Taisha Shrine from here.

A few people were walking through the streets of Shibuya, and the trendy young people dressed strangely couldn't help but avoid the few people who were dressed in such formal and serious clothes.

The busy downtown doesn't stop for anyone, and the flow of people soon returns to normal.

Young people are tireless, and they don't know that the time is approaching, and every day at 7 p.m., some of them may become a page of the "missing persons file" file. The young people of Shibuya, who yearn for free individuality, are mavericks and imitated by others, and the detailed events of their lives are nothing more than an unusually tiny existence that can be expressed on a piece of A4 paper.

If you know that after death, it is so simple, will you still waste those wasted time?

On the train to Shizuoka Prefecture, two slightly tired Chinese teenagers chose a window position.

It was an elongated evening, 49 minutes before 7 o'clock Tokyo time. Lin Luodong rubbed his eyes and smiled easily, "You are really good, you actually handed over the little ball to Wei Xue...... When we get back, they're just scared to fight. ”

Huang Weijian didn't answer, he looked out the window, the high-speed train cut the suburbs of Japan into pieces, and he saw the snow white of the top of Mount Fuji in the distance.

Seven or eight hours ago, they were still on the other side of the ocean, and at this moment they were already on the train to Shizuoka Prefecture, and Huang Weijian's expectations under his calm appearance were no lower than Lin Luodong's.

Regardless, this is an adventure for two teenagers.

Sometimes, however, because they are too young, they often misestimate the level of danger – and this requires everyone to pay many tuition fees before they can learn the true meaning of life.

Tick-tock, it's seven o'clock, it's getting closer......