After lunch, the sun shines brightly on the leisurely campus.

Qing Ze turned on the faucet and began to clean the thermos cup of Qiu Yue Caiyu, wash it now, and there will be free vegetable juice to drink tomorrow.

The swishing tap water fell on his fingertips with a hint of coolness, and he wiped the edge of the thermos cup, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.

What would he see with tap water?

Thinking of this, he put the tap water in the thermos cup and turned off the faucet.

Qing Ze turned around and walked to the lawn, sat down against a tree, and he put his index finger into the water of the thermos cup, using the ability of catalyst sensing.

Suddenly, Qing Ze found that his gaze was higher than ever, as if he had jumped into the clouds in one breath.

Images that far surpassed those previously used to use catalyst sensing came to mind.

Many voices converge like a swarm of flies circling around your ears.

But Qing Ze didn't have a trace of annoyance in his heart, in a god-like mental state, he could see every picture and hear every voice clearly.

Most of the pictures are of what is being washed, such as various clothes and socks in the washing machine.

You can also hear housewives complaining about washing dishes and chopsticks.

This one talks about the child's academics.

The wife of that picture complained that her husband was not good for a long time.

Another wife said to someone that she wanted to find a part-time job, make a small movie or something like that.

Those parents have nothing to do with the short things and fun, and it's okay to say that they are boring.

The fact that it can be overheard adds a layer of attraction to the short words of those parents, which makes Qing Ze listen to it with relish.

Aside from the short pictures of those parents, there are also some scenes that make Qing Ze feel eye-catching.

There are quite a few people taking a shower at noon in Tokyo.

Men simply ignore it, focusing on those women.

Among them, the young woman also skipped directly, and the kind of drooping and black ones don't have much ornamental value.

The white-collar woman who stayed in a high-end hotel bathroom was the best.

Some people are still singing and dancing in the shower, showing their talents to the guests on the other end of the video.

He could also see in the kitchen of the restaurant, where people were washing vegetables and telling gossip about the kitchen.

For example, the relationship between a chef and someone, the relationship between a manager and a waiter, and so on.

This scene is more interesting than watching movies and TV, and Qing Ze is immersed in it.

Soon, he discovers an interesting new image.

……

Boom, a thick square wine glass landed on the desk, filled with tap water.

It is a very small room.

Just setting up desks, sofas, and desks feels like they have to fill up all the places.

The blonde man sat on the sofa, looking at his age, about forty or so, with a mouth full of beard and scum, he looked like a decadent uncle.

His hands were crossed, his right foot was shaking, and his eyes looked at the phone on the table from time to time, and anxiety filled his cheeks.

Jack was nervous.

The next phone call will change his future and his future.

As a CIA agent, he had a bright future ahead of him, until one day when he returned home to find his boss working his beautiful wife.

In a fit of rage, he beat up his boss and got a work order.

He was transferred directly from the United States to Japan as a special intelligence investigator for the CIA here.

It was a position on the verge of abolition, and the power of the C.I.A. was the smallest investigator.

Its heyday was during the Cold War years.

At that time, in order to put an end to their most dangerous opponents, the United States and the Soviet Union began a frantic arms race, and became interested in superpowers and magic.

They fantasize about the kind of superpowered soldier who can kill the enemy's top brass by writing his name on a piece of paper.

A supernatural observer who can see the enemy's high-level meetings from thousands of miles away.

A superpowered doctor who can heal all injuries all over his body with just a touch of his hand.

In retrospect, those ideas are fanciful and have no scientific basis at all.

But at that time, everyone from the president to the parliamentarians fell into that frenzy of unnatural inquiry.

A lot of money was spent on this, and all kinds of psychic masters, qigong masters, self-proclaimed superpowers, aliens, and so on were found from all over the world.

In the end, it was discovered that they were all liars without exception, plus the most dangerous opponents automatically disintegrated.

The top level of the United States has finally woken up from that unrealistic fanatical fantasy, and like all adults who have blocked the dark history of childhood, the official news of similar superpowers will no longer be released.

The aliens that are occasionally mentioned are just trying to fool a certain country into throwing money into outer space projects.

However, in the hope of just in case, the CIA did not remove the position of special investigator, and the staffing was cut again and again, but one person was retained.

Just to find out what is possible.

Of course, this person's funds and rights are very small, and he is quite on the cold bench in the CIA, and there is no future in this life.

Jack was in the thick of the job for three years.

Three years!

That's enough time for the sugar cane to turn into a soft banana.

Jack even had a delusion in his mind that he would probably have to live like this in his life.

At this point, a glimmer of hope appeared.

That's Dior!

The murderous criminals who have recently made a name for themselves in Tokyo were originally killed by Gokumichi, and that was not a big deal.

When Masao Yasuda wanted to clean up Dior, almost everyone could foresee the news of Dior's death.

No one thought that Dio would actually kill Masao Yasuda.

The move allowed the C.I.A. to quickly gather more information on Dior, second only to the Okubo case under investigation.

Curious, Jack looked up about Dio and realized that he might not need to waste his time.

He wrote a very long report overnight and handed it to it, hoping to be taken seriously.

At least he won't be treated with tap water in a wine glass and a glass of brandy.

"Fack!"

Thinking of the past years, Jack scolded the damn boss, and thought of the news that he hadn't been home for three years and his wife was eight months pregnant, and his mood became more and more depressed.

At that time, it was time to break the pair of dogs and men out of the way.

He picked up his glass and wanted to take a sip of water, when the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Jack hurriedly put down his wine glass and hurriedly answered the passage: "Good afternoon, Sir John!" ”

"Well, I've read your report."

Chief John's voice was majestic and cold.

Jack swallowed, his expression very nervous, waiting for the other party's next sentence.

"You've written a great job.

If Dio is a superpower, this would explain why he was free to appear in Yasuda's house, and why he was able to kill so many people at the same time without leaving any fingerprints.

I have given your report to the above. ”

John's words caused a glimmer of joy in Jack's heart, and then panicked, fearing that the chief would pick a better, non-alcoholic elite to take over the case, and then let himself obey the elite and investigate the incident.

"It is estimated that a budget of one million will be approved for you, and I will add three more people to listen to your dispatch and give you the corresponding status, so that no agency in Japan can stop you from investigating."

"Yes! I promise to complete the tasks assigned by my superiors! ”

Jack replied with a vow, "I'll catch Dio and study his superpowers!" ”

"Well, I'll send someone over later, the budget has been hit in your bank account, and I'll report to me as soon as there is anything in the future."

"Yes!"

Jack replied, and John hung up.

"Haha!"

Jack laughed, finally cheating out the funds.

It doesn't matter if Dior is a superpoweror or not, the important thing is that no one can prove that Dior is not a superpower.

In terms of his profession, if something like this happens that cannot be explained for a while, it must be more beneficial to push superpowers.

If he doesn't push into superpowers and conduct normal investigations, what is the value of him as a special investigator?

Only if Dio is a superpower, it is in Jack's interest.

As long as Dior is not caught for a day, then he will get the subconscious acquiescence of the above when he says that Dior is a superpower.

Of course, Jack knew in his heart that John didn't believe that Dior was a superpower.

But this matter can increase the funding of the CIA department in Japan, and John does not need to get along with the activity funding.

And for the top management above, they consider the issues more comprehensively and thoughtfully.

The CIA has money and people, and it doesn't mind allocating another amount of money to investigate Dior's traces from the level of superpowers.

The desire of the American top level for super-powered soldiers has not stopped, and various human experiments are still continuing.

It's just that the budget allocated to superpowers is not as crazy as before, but I am still willing to hold on to a glimmer of possibility and allocate some money to try it.

"Praise Dior!"

Jack grabbed his glass, saluted the criminal, and made up his mind to capture the man, and the budget above could not be taken in vain.

He took advantage of this opportunity to turn over and take a big sip of his head, and even the strange-tasting tap water became extra sweet at this moment, like brandy, and he was intoxicated.

……

Tap water runs down the throat and down to the stomach.

The bright red picture appeared in Qing Ze's mind.

The small room was divided into two frames, one in Jack's stomach and one in the outer room.

Aozawa looked at the blonde man on the sofa through the tap water remaining in the wine glass.

It's a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

Regarding the speculation that Dio is a superpower, Qing Ze is also prepared.

Many people have the mentality of taking theology when they don't know something.

But there are very few people who really believe.

If the caller, Chief John, had really believed that Dior was a superpower, he wouldn't have approved a budget of just a million dollars.

Instead, he directly approved a budget of hundreds of millions, and he would not let the sloppy man in front of him lead the investigation.

Qing Ze thought about it and didn't continue to pay attention to this picture.

He shifted his weight to another frame.

In a way, the ability to sense the catalyst did give him a sense of being a god.

In the picture he was paying attention to, a familiar figure appeared.

Chiyo Morimoto.

(End of chapter)