Ayase apartment, Morimoto family.

Qing Ze took the elevator to the sixth floor, walked to the 601 door, he stretched out his hand and unscrewed the door and said, "Chiyo, I'm back." ”

In the kitchen, there was a dripping sound, and the induction cooker was turned off.

Chiyo Morimoto turned around, a layer of sweat faintly covered her forehead, and said with a smile: "Wash your hands and eat." ”

Qing Ze closed the door with his backhand, stepped forward and said, "What's delicious today?" ”

"I made your favorite braised pork."

"Then I'm going to have a good taste."

Qing Ze's eyes were shining, he didn't like to eat simple fat meat at all, and he felt very greasy to eat.

Braised pork and plum cabbage are different, fat but not greasy, soft and glutinous and fragrant, so that the fat meat has the value of the entrance.

"I'm sweating profusely, and if it's not delicious, you'll eat it all."

Chiyo Morimoto deliberately put on a very tough attitude and threatened: "If you dare to say that it is not delicious, I will let you taste the iron fist of the tyrant!" ”

"Wow, it's horrible, then I'm going to have to eat it all."

Qing Ze replied with a grin, washed his hands, took out the paper next to him and wiped the water, and the person sat on the high stool, and the fragrant rice was already placed in front of him.

On the edge of the bowl are white and jade-like hands, and upwards you can see the small flowers on your shirt turning into large flowers, as if they are suffering from the violence of distorting time and space.

Aosawa raised his hand to save it, but was intercepted by Chiyo Morimoto in advance, glared at him and said, "Be honest with me and eat." ”

"Okay."

Qing Ze shrugged his shoulders, picked up the braised pork and bit it into his mouth, the fat seemed to melt in his mouth, "Chiyo, your craft is getting better and better, keep it up."

In the future, if you don't have to do the police department, you can also open a restaurant, I have the name in mind, the beautiful witch restaurant. ”

"Is your skin itchy?"

There was no hint of a smile in Chiyo Morimoto's soft voice, which was a precursor to wanting to do something.

Qing Ze immediately sat up straight and said with a smile: "No, I will give you a piece of braised pork to replenish your body, continue to develop, don't suffer the child in the future." ”

"No matter how delicious the food is, you can't stop it."

Chiyo Morimoto glanced at him, looking at the braised pork sandwiched into the bowl, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The dish itself represents an attitude that wants to coax her.

Sometimes, all she wants is attitude.

……

After a hearty dinner, Chiyo Morimoto began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, emptying some leftovers into the trash.

Aosawa lay there and said, "Chiyo, give me a little pocket money, I want to buy something to eat." ”

On Saturday night, I had to accompany Saiyu to the factory that was on fire, and when I was done, I always had something to eat before parting.

On Sundays, I want to invite Hojo Shinoko to lunch, and it can't be too shabby.

These all cost money.

When the time comes, the amount of pocket money is larger.

He decided to ask for pocket money in advance and save it little by little.

"How much?"

"It's not much, it's 10,000 yen."

"Okay."

Chiyo Morimoto did not ask for a reason.

What the specific reason is, she can also guess that nine times out of ten, Qing Ze wants to date other girls of the same age outside.

In that regard, she would not be stuck.

"You have to be careful when you're out playing, Tokyo hasn't been peaceful lately."

"What's not going to be peaceful?"

Qing Ze was a little surprised on his face, Dior's words, the trouble was not just the beginning, it shouldn't be that Chiyo was there to tell him.

"I received word that some dangerous people have recently come here in Tokyo.

If you see a strange foreigner or a Japanese person dressed in a unique way, avoid it if you can, and don't think about any heroes. ”

Any news related to Dior, the task force will pay special attention.

Because the death of Sumitomo Taishi deeply irritated Iwasaki and others, they changed their original plan and chose another plan, which caused a lot of noise in Japan.

It also made the intelligence agencies of some other countries aware of the anomaly, and they did not know that Dio was a superpower.

But when the six major consortia, the Phoenix Academy, the Metropolitan Police Department, the Ministry of Public Security, the CIA and other operations are carried out, other intelligence agencies, as long as they do not have any problems with their brains, will want to find out the cause of the operation.

The situation in Tokyo will become more and more complicated.

In such a complex situation, it is normal for the dead to be dead.

"Don't worry, I have always been to convince people with virtue and will not have conflicts with them."

Qing Ze agreed, he didn't say that, it was very difficult to leave the house to run outside.

Chiyo Morimoto squinted at him, and said, "Don't lie to me." ”

"Look at my eyes full of innocence."

Qing Ze looked up and blinked, wanting to show his harmlessness.

Chiyo Morimoto raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows with his index finger and said, "Your eyes are full of evil, and you don't know how many girls you have to deceive in the future." ”

"It's really wronged, I never lie to girls, I'm sincere to people and things."

"I know, really lied to us, right?"

Chiyo Morimoto replied angrily, took out a large bill of 10,000 yen, slapped him in the face and said, "Hurry up and get out, I'll be angry when I see you." ”

Ten thousand yen bills brushed his cheeks, Qing Ze snatched it, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll get out right away." ”

Chiyo Morimoto was amused by his exaggerated expression and watched him leave the house and start his own workout as well.

The recent changes in the situation have forced her to have a hint of wanting to become stronger, only then can she better protect herself and Qingze.

As for the arrest of Dior, she was not reluctant.

She just wanted to see Dio and ask if the superpowered could see the soul.

Only Emily would be full of thoughts about how to apprehend a superpower, but that kind of thing is clearly beyond the reach of the human brain.

Chiyo Morimoto doesn't like to do things that are beyond her ability.

Doing those things, leaving aside the anxiety that makes you feel nothing, you won't get anything.

……

"Phew, hah."

Qing Ze sprinted to the small park, gasping for air, feeling that his body was not as tired as he was at the beginning, and he should be able to increase his strength again.

If only there were any superpowers that could improve the flesh.

Fist to flesh is a man's romance.

Qing Ze thought, and quickly threw that thought out of his mind.

Before the superpower of physical enhancement appeared, wanting to rely on that to improve one's body is undoubtedly a manifestation of weakness of willpower.

He's using superpowers, not relying on them.

This must be made clear.

Qing Ze took a deep breath, crouched down, touched the floor with his right hand, and used the superpower of catalyst sensing.

His gaze stretched upwards for a moment, and in such a god-like perspective, he saw the panoramic view of the park.

It was silent, and no outsiders could be seen.

Qing Ze got up and strode into the grove, using Schrödinger's cat, its body gradually becoming translucent.

Before leaving the house, Chiyo Morimoto repeatedly told him to confirm his goal for tonight and see if any foreigners came.

With a thought, he let himself appear directly in the sky above Shinjuku.

Shinjuku at night is like a colorful jewel, radiating a variety of colors.

Shinjuku Station is even more crowded, and there is a sense of déjà vu when you open a can of sardines.

Pedestrians on the street seem to be all huddled together.

Qing Ze floated in the air for a while, then quickly floated down, approaching the surface of a building, and touched it with his right hand.

Using his ability to be inducted, he began to search for a radius of one kilometer.

……

The neon at night is charming.

Michio Hasama strolls through the streets of Shinjuku, and his heart is intrigued by Takashi Sunaga.

As soon as his interest came up, he wanted to kill.

So he decided to kill tonight.

But such people can't be found casually.

If you want to cool down his excited interest, you have to kill the kind of person who makes him feel comfortable after killing.

And if you want to meet that condition, it is absolutely impossible to be ordinary people, and it is really not difficult for those people to kill at all.

He wanted to kill the kind of people who had been specially trained and had some foundation in martial arts.

For example, a student at a kendo gym.

Michio Hasama stopped and raised his head, and the gate of the kendo hall was hung with a signboard of the Hokushin Ichito-ryu.

When he searched for the Tokyo Kendo Hall on the Internet, he happened to see Beichen Yidaoliu, remembered the memories of the past, and took a few more looks, and found that the teacher here was actually an old acquaintance from the past.

Since graduating from high school, he's forgotten how long it's been since he's seen his old rival.

Unexpectedly, that teacher actually became a first-class teacher in Beichen.

He returned to Tokyo after a long absence.

How can you not see an old friend?

Hope not to disappoint him.

Michio Hasama walked through the gate of Beichen's sword.

The receptionist was a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a brightly colored kimono and smiling, "Hello, do you want to learn kendo?" ”

Michio Hasama looked at the front desk in front of him, and said with a smile on his face: "Little girl, do you guess if the knife on my waist has been sharpened?" ”

The front desk glanced at him.

Judging from the costumes, this should be the kind of person who plays role-playing.

He looks like he is over 30 years old, but he is still a child.

"Sir, your knife has been sharpened."

The front desk said this, but I didn't think that the knife really had a sharp edge.

It's just that for this kind of person who is still playing role-playing at an age, the knife that pierced him did not open, which is not suitable.

"You're right."

Michio Hasama clapped his hands, and the smile on his face became more and more happy, "Then let me give you a little reward." ”

The front desk felt that this uncle was so greasy, and the sweet smile on his face did not diminish: "Since this is the case, it is better to get a student card of the kendo hall, if you do it now, there will be a discount for the monthly card."

There is a dedicated kendo teacher for one-on-one instruction, which is guaranteed to get you officially started within a month. ”

"No, I don't."

Michio Hasama shrugged his shoulders, the lazy smile on his face suddenly turned bloodthirsty, and he held the hilt of the knife in his right hand and slowly pulled out the knife on his waist inch by inch.

The cold blade reflects the light, exuding the unique charm of cold weapons.

The blade, in particular, looks exceptionally sharp.

There was a faint hint of something bad in the front desk's heart, but it was still not too alarmed, this is Japan, and it is impossible for a knife to hurt someone.

"Sir."

"My name is Michio Hasama."

As he spoke, he slashed down with a swift sword.

(End of chapter)