Suddenly, Yuan Zhisheng woke up from his dream. The pain in the dream as if the soul was torn apart completely disappeared, and the beautiful girls who died in vain, the resentful faces illuminated by the dark blue firelight also disappeared completely.

The warm sunlight rising from the east hit him, warming his stiff and cold body like a dead man.

"Didn't I say you'd wake me up before dawn?" He sat up with his hand against the sun, and then with an inexplicable tingling pain in his temple, he lay back down.

"There was no movement on the sea, it was as calm as ever." The raven guarding the outside poked its head in and said,

"Young master, it's time for you to take a break, counting the previous repelling the attack of the Menggui people, young master, you have been working for fifty hours in a row."

"It's just fifty hours." After taking the lost blow Sakura who had been guarding her side and handing her a cup of refreshing hot tea, Gen Zhisheng relieved the stinging pain in his head and stood up.

He was now on top of the Sumeru Seat, and after more than ten hours of moving, the mobile platform had finally come to the place where the ancient dragon's heartbeat had come from, and it was here that the Leviathan had disappeared.

At the same time, the god of the Snake Eight family was buried by her descendants. On one side of the Sumeru Seat floated two ships, with many neatly arranged white bags, and people dressed as priests and shrine maidens performed rituals on the deck to appease the spirits of the dead.

These are the members of the family who were killed in the raid on the Leviathan, because this sea area is blocked, and now no one can enter or leave, so there is no way to transport them back to the family's shrine in time for burial.

After two more glances, Yuan Zhisheng turned his head. Death wasn't a distant thing for a creature like them who was on the brink of danger, this time it was just a little more numerous...... Although he still tried to convince himself with such an excuse, watching the family of the fallen commissioner cry silently in the family shrine always reminded him of the despair of the missing girls' families who had been made into wax figures in the fire he had set ten years ago, but the bodies of the girls who were no doubt alive were burning.

Until then, they would have preferred their children to be simply kidnapped or abducted. It's terrible, but there's still hope for survival, isn't it?

Gen Zhisheng can't forget that the first person in his life as a ghost slayer that night was not his evil ghost with his brother's name still on it, but an ordinary girl with a good family background and appearance.

Sent by her family to experience the life of an ancient shrine maiden, she was thrown out of control by her younger brother to block the knife, and was cut open by a sharp spider, and died a miserable death.

Even if he finally killed the evil ghost who was the culprit, the frightened look in the girl's eyes when she died would often appear in his dreams.

Silently looking at the calm and calm sea at first glance, but calm and somewhat weird, Yuan Zhisheng reached out and took it out of his pocket, intending to smoke.

Suddenly, he made a move, and the ghost took out his wallet. He rummaged through his wallet and pulled out an old, worn photograph.

The photo shows two teenagers wearing hunting clothes and looking very similar, which is the photo they left when they were apprentices at Katori Shrine, and it is the only group photo that has been preserved.

The other boy is Gen Zhinu, his younger brother. Among the eight families of Snake Qi, except for him, only Tachibana Masamune knew about the existence of Genji, after all, he was the one who sent them to the town of Katori in the mountains, and he didn't meet them until they went to junior high school.

This photo was also taken with his help. Holding an unlit cigarette and not letting anyone approach, Yuan Zhisheng silently blew the sea breeze and looked at the photo in a daze.

He didn't regret killing his brother, the only thing he regretted was that he didn't discover his brother's abnormality earlier, and he didn't save a few more victims.

Those girls who may have had a crush on him should have a bright future. The oncoming slight sea breeze blew Yuan Zhisheng's hair, and Yuan Zhisheng, who should have been busy with work, looked at the photo in a daze, and then his expression gradually became a little wrong.

On the photo in his hand, the half that belonged to the Yuan Zhinu began to fade slowly, and gradually only black and white remained, like an old photo from the ancient period, or ...... Posthumous photos?

And in the photo, the expression of the source girl has also changed a little, he should be smiling, but he seems to be crying inexplicably.

It is in stark contrast to Gen Zhisheng, who is standing in the color picture and smiling. It's like feeling that something on his body has suddenly left, and his heart has become inexplicably empty, and he leans on the fence of the Sumeru seat a little weakly.

With a few deep breaths, he put away the somewhat weird photos and continued to look at the sea in a daze.

The source is already dead, and he has his own hands, and the photo he left behind is naturally no problem if it is a posthumous photo.

It's not uncommon for an old photo that is too old to have some discoloration or distortion...... As he had just done, he wanted to convince himself that he could accept the fact that Gen Zhinu was already dead.

He couldn't help but shudder and pulled out his lighter, trying to light the cigarette in his mouth, and then slapped him in the back, making him almost burn his hair.

"Xiao Yuan, your taste is not very good." Fingal dropped the cigarette he was holding and shoved a lit cigar into his mouth.

He proudly introduced: "Authentic Cuban cigars, the principal's private collection, I took them when he threw me on his plane." Plucking geese, that's one of Fingal's tenets."

"It's a pity that my house blew up, otherwise I could bring you a better taste." Caesar walked up to him, also scribbling a cigar, as if I had come out of my melancholy and could talk to you.

Chu Zihang, who couldn't smoke, held two knives, looked at the boy and spider who were casually put aside by him and said, "You have two very good knives, I want to try it with you." The smoke of the cigar blocked Gen Zhisheng's somewhat blank vision, and he had reason to believe that he was trying to escape the fact that he was with these guys, so he would think about the things that were there and didn't......

"Although the Academy has appointed you as the executive commissioner of the underwater this time, the Executive Directorate will not just watch, we will assist you on the sea, and provide you with instructions and assistance from the Academy." Yuan Zhisheng said very seriously, even if none of the people he was talking to were listening.

Caesar was holding a fishing rod and seemed to be planning to catch a fish to practice cooking, although he didn't usually cook much, and he wasn't very proficient in the art.

But as an Italian, if you don't have both, you're a failure. Chu Zihang prepared seasonings and a eucalyptus table, which seemed to be dealing with the ingredients.

It's just that he didn't bring a kitchen knife, and it seems that he plans to use the village rain to process the ingredients, but although he has cleaned it after killing the enemy, he has been stained with Deadpool, dragons, and humans...... The food cut out by the long knives of the blood of various creatures is another matter whether someone can eat it.

As for Fingal, he brought a beer, although it was only from the Tamamo former club......

"Take it easy." Fingal replied to the childish student who was clubbed like a tree because there was no answer,

"We've read the mission charter many times, and we've also read the submersible information you sent, so there's absolutely no mistake!"

"Really? Then let me ask a question. Yuan Zhisheng asked expressionlessly,

"Where is the brake pedal located?"

"The driver's seat." Fingal said confidently. Gen Zhisheng replied expressionlessly: "No, there is no brake pedal, and there is no main pilot's seat, and all the control of the submersible is carried out by Kaguya-hime." ”

"Gee, none of that matters!" Fingal patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder again,

"Then come on, only the food can't be disappointed, and delaying the meal will cause a big incident."

"The chef on the Sumeru seat can make the Chinese, Italian and German breakfast you need, so there is no need to waste time here." Yuan Zhisheng helped his forehead, and sometimes he wanted to help them, but he didn't know how to help.

The sky is about to dawn, and the entire Sumeru seat is busy, only this corner is different. Fishing, fishing, cooking, waiting, waiting...... There is also a catch-up one.

In a corner where the sun could shine, Lu Mingfei lay on the recliner and covered it with a thin blanket, closing his eyes to rest in the face of the sun and the sea breeze.

He didn't know when he left the table last night, and he didn't go back to the room of Tamamo's former club. According to Kaguyahime, who was following him, he went to wander the streets of Tokyo last night, and didn't appear at the door of the club until dawn, got into the car to the pier as if nothing happened, and then found a chair to lie down on the Sumeru seat as if nothing happened, acting more like he was on vacation than the others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have very bad news for you." Standing on the edge of the platform, Caesar, holding a fishing rod, said with a heavy face,

"I probably ...... I can't catch any fish. Yuan Zhisheng felt a stuffiness in his chest, and he endured it so that he didn't squirt out, have you finally found out!

Because of the Leviathan's intrusion, the sea was completely forbidden, and their sonar detected that all the fish had bypassed it half a sea mile away.

Even though the dragon king is gone, the power left behind can still deter those creatures with low intelligence.

After calming down his breath, Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward and said, "Okay everyone, let's go to the canteen of Sumeru......" and then snapped, and a tuna with a body length of about one meter was thrown onto the eucalyptus board by Chu Zihang.

He took out a handful of village rain, skillfully scraped off the fish scales, and handled it skillfully like a chef.

Caesar put away the fishing rod and stepped aside to turn on the fire: "Well, this time you won." Willing to gamble and lose, the first position is given to you. ”

"I don't care who the first position is." Chu Zihang cut off the head of the tuna and said silently.

Caesar opened the pot and put the spice in the pot and said, "You think I'm someone who can't afford to lose?" ”

"It's all family, it's all family." Fingal snorted,

"It's really not good, you can let it be given to me." Chu Zihang and Caesar glanced at him together, lowered their heads and continued to process the ingredients in their hands.

The rest of the words didn't come out, and Gen Zhisheng put down the gesture of inviting them again, and he remembered that these guys had jumped on a fishing boat on the way here.

……

"In Shimolong Makoichiro, the head of the current Japan Division. Next, I will convey to you the instructions of the college headquarters throughout the process. A middle-aged man in a suit bowed slightly.

This is the top manager of the Kassel Academy's Japanese branch, an office worker who looks a little unassuming, looks like he works 9 to 5 with Tokyo castle, drinks with his colleagues at an izakaya at night, and complains about various trivial matters at home.

Speaking of which, in addition to Genjisheng, who has been following them, the previous director Miyamoto also felt this way.

The old man named Wind Demon was even more exaggerated. Caesar looked left and right and said, "Didn't the patriarch who met yesterday come?" "Yesterday, when the old man returned to Tokyo, he left the task of entertaining them to Genji, and he returned to Genji Heavy Industries with some old people.

The head of the Ryoma branch explained, "Mr. Masamune is too old to experience the storm for a long time, and in addition to staying up late last night, he is now resting in the branch building and participating in this operation remotely. ”

"Oh, remote participation...... Fingal interjected silently. As if he didn't hear the meaning in his tone, the head of the Ryoma branch continued: "For this mission, we will communicate with the academy headquarters throughout the whole process. The large screen behind him lit up, and an image of the control room of the Kassel headquarters was displayed.

Schneider, the head of the executive department wearing a mask, as well as the professors and elders on duty, stood on the screen.

Schneider said through the screen: "Because of the special nature of this mission, and the fact that it may not be possible to rush to rescue immediately in the deep sea, in the event of an emergency, all action instructions are based on the instructions of the Japanese branch on the scene." After finishing speaking, the screen dimmed, not only Ryoma Genichiro and Gen Zhisheng, but even Tachibana Masamune, who was hiding in a small boat not far from Sumeru, was stunned.

After all, the headquarters, which has always been strong, would leave such an important task to the branch to judge for itself, or an independent branch like the Japanese branch...... It's very unusual no matter how you look at it.

"Whatever, when will the mission begin?" Caesar looked around, just now this group of guys was still in a hurry, and they hurriedly gathered over without letting them eat breakfast.

After a short silence, Ryoma Koichiro nodded as if to someone, and turned back and said, "Everyone, please come with me, the warm-up of the submersible is ready, and you can go into the water at any time." "Somewhere in a dock connected to the sea, a silver-covered submersible lies quietly in the water, and the researchers of the Rock Flow Research Institute surround it and make final preparations.

"Suzhan Woozun, that's its name." Ryoma Genichiro showed them the diving masterpieces of the Japanese branch.

In fact, there is no need for him to explain that they also know the name of this thing, because on its silver shell, I am afraid that they do not know the same, and it is written in the languages of Chinese, Italian, and German

The big words "Suzhan Wuzun".