June 22, 12:15 JST, Shinjuku Ward.

The dark green JR train overturned the rain along the way and stopped at the platform of Shinjuku Station. Ke Mingye and the others got out of the car, and after a short walk, they came to the streets of Kabukicho.

It happened to be a dreary and gloomy rainy day, but the city that never sleeps is still brightly lit and bright.

In the pouring rain, crowds still carry umbrellas and weave between malls, izakaya and maid cafes, and dazzling electronic signboards hang high in the air, spreading a hazy neon halo in the rain.

Outside the maid café stood a girl dressed as a cat lady, holding a sign in Japanese and shouting slogans to passers-by.

"Is there really a maid on the side of the road picking up customers?" Orange peel raises an eyebrow.

"This is Japan, you know?" Qingmeng said.

"It seems that Japan is the same in every parallel world." Anti-dog said.

"The second yuan reaps the taste."

Ke Mingye raised his eyes to look up at the sky as he walked.

The huge screen on the surface of the high-rise building plays the latest instant coffee advertisement - the magical girl Kuju Sakura is wearing an ochre-red kimono, brandishing a sword from the distance of the camera, the blade turns into thin cherry blossoms floating in the sky, she walks slowly, sits in the middle of the flowers and trees and quietly sipps coffee, with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

The girl's temperament is like the newly blooming Somei Yoshino cherry blossoms with a faint pink, but it is close to white, so that passers-by can't help but stop and look up at the screen.

Novelty and trendy pop music wafted in the air, and I heard that the lead singer of this song was the idol group that became famous in Japan, "Psychiko Yaki Orochi" and "Psychiko Ebisujin".

The former's voice is as hoarse as a snake's hiss, which is very recognizable; The latter's voice was sweet and cunning, like the youngest daughter of a landlord in ancient times.

The rich aroma from the famous Ichiran ramen shop, mixed with the damp smell of rain, stimulates the taste buds of every passerby.

In front of a knife model shop is a portrait of the Japanese superhero "Himekaze Samurai", who is said to be able to manipulate ghost hands and fight with six knives at the same time.

There are mannequins of people in the mall's display case, wearing either a magical girl's Cos costume or a superhero's suit, and looking at the store through the display case, there are many kinds of magical girls and superhero figures in the glass case.

Among them, you can even see the figure of the magical girl Ash, which gives Ke Mingye a sense of dislocation that your sister is still accompanying you in another form when you come to a foreign country.

The puddles on the pavement reflect the neon lights of glazed blue, and the figures of the four people are reflected at the same time.

They bought raincoats on the way and walked through the brightly lit Kabukicho in the raincoats, their figures as thin as a piece of paper, ready to be drowned in the overwhelming array of electronic signs.

Soon, Ke Mingye followed the anti-dog and stopped in front of a cowherd club with a signboard of "くろてんぐ", which literally translates to the "Black Sky Dog" Cowherd Club.

Judging from the sign posted on the gate, at noon, the Cowherd Club has not yet opened, and it officially opens at 7 o'clock in the evening.

The anti-dog took off the hat of his raincoat, pushed open the door and walked in.

The four of them walked to the bar, only to see a red-haired man in a bartender suit, wiping his cup with his head down, standing behind the bar, quietly raising his eyes to look at them.

"The store hasn't opened yet." A smile erupted on the red-haired man's face.

Speaking fluent Japanese, the dog said, "I'm looking for someone." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a photograph of a man in a bartender suit, shoulder-length blond hair, and sunglasses.

"Tell him the words 'number one cowherd' and 'player' and he'll understand what I mean."

The anti-dog reached out and pushed the photo forward on the bar, adding in passing.

Ke Mingye looked at this scene and recalled the anti-dog statement when he remembered it.

The hacker, whose ID is "Ice Cut", was looking through the player leaderboards when she noticed a high-ranked player named "The Number One Cowherd", which piqued her interest. Out of curiosity, she started investigating the local cowherd club in Tokyo, and successfully hacked into the surveillance system of the "Black Tengu" cowherd shop.

She soon discovers that the "Black Sky Dog" is not only a commercial place, but also a base point for an anti-superhuman organization.

And she was sure that the player named "Number One Cowherd" was probably hiding in this Cowherd Club.

The player knows the player best, and by observing whether someone in the surveillance screen shows some subtle behaviors, such as browsing the mall and skill points, as well as the change in the number of kills corresponding to the "Number One Cowherd", he gradually locked on a suspicious character: "Masaichi Yamamoto".

Masaichi Yamamoto's action pattern is highly consistent with the dynamics of "Number One Cowherd" on the leaderboards, and every time he disappears from the surveillance, it coincides with the player's increase in kills on the leaderboards.

And it's also the time for the Black Tengu club to take action, and they're usually going to target either the superhuman guests who consume entertainment in Kabukicho or the superheroes who pass by.

At this moment, the red-haired man behind the bar picked up the photo, glanced at the man in the photo, looked up at the anti-dog again, and said with a smile: "Sir, there is no such person in our club here, are you looking for the wrong place?" ”

"There's nothing wrong here." Anti-dog said calmly.

Ke Mingye took off his raincoat and hat, and looked around silently, and could see the cowherds who were framing the gold wire walls with big heads, the cowherds who were wiping the windows, and the cowherds who were cleaning the ground.

"They don't seem to welcome us." He said it in Chinese.

"Indeed." Qingmeng said.

"Are you going to fight us?" Tangerine Peel asked.

As soon as the words fell, the two cowherds at the door silently closed the door of the club.

At the same time, the Cowherd who was wiping the wine glass in the bar, the Cowherd who was cleaning the floor, and the Cowherd who was replacing the mural turned around at the same time, took out a pistol out of nowhere, raised the muzzle, and aimed it at the heads of the four people.

Ke Mingye stood at the front of the four with an expressionless face, his hands in the pockets of his raincoat. Unmoved, the rain running down from the hem of his raincoat soaked his trouser legs.

The anti-dog silently retreated and came to the side of Qingmeng and Orange Peel.

The orange peel had already been prepared, and a wild knife forged by the tide appeared in his right hand, and the dragon's roar seemed to echo under the water.

At the moment when the trigger was pulled with one index finger, the wave knife turned into a waterfall-like tide and swept away, instantly enveloping the figures of the three people and covering the overwhelming barrage.

The high-speed swirling bullets crashed into the waves, like stones sinking into the sea, and all the momentum and kinetic energy were buffered in an instant.

Like a baby in a cradle, nearly a hundred bullets rippled softly back and forth in the web woven by the tide and waves.

At the same time, Ke Mingye's figure shot like a bolt of lightning in the store, sometimes on the sofa, sometimes on the chandelier on the ceiling, almost perfectly avoiding the whistling rain of bullets.

The light body of the puppet, coupled with the physical fitness of the E-class superhuman, makes his body unbelievably fast, far exceeding the physical limit of humans.

No matter how fierce the clerk's gunfire is, they are only human beings after all, and the naked eye can't catch Ke Mingye's speed at all, and the speed of shooting will always be a beat slower.

While dodging the gunshot, Ke Mingye did not forget to lower his right hand and shot spider silk at those clerks.

In just a few seconds, nearly fifteen cowherds were disarmed, and the guns in their hands were either glued to the ground, the wall, or the sofa.

What's more, the muzzle of the gun was blocked by cobwebs, and one hand was directly blown up.

Outside the club, pedestrians on the street walked through the rain with umbrellas, and the sound of gunfire from the Black Sky Dog Club was drowned out by the sound of dripping rain and loud music and advertisements.

Eventually, as a round of firepower poured out, the Cowherd store fell into a brief silence. Most of the cowherds were disarmed by the cobwebs, and the rest of the people knew that it was useless to shoot bullets at him, so they didn't continue to shoot.

All the cowherds found a shelter and poked their heads out to observe the situation outside.

Someone was changing the magazine in the "Titicaca", but a cobweb shot by Ke Mingye stuck his arm to the ground along with the firearm.

He struggled with all his might, but the webs did not move.

Ke Mingye grabbed the spider silk stuck to the chandelier with his right hand, and hung upside down under the ceiling like that, looking around unhurriedly, and everyone's eyes were on him at this time.

"I'm the bodyguard of these three people, for my sake, can we not use knives and guns, how unqualified, isn't it?"

He paused, sighed impatiently, and switched to a more straightforward one.

"Well, I mean, if you don't give face, then I'm going to slaughter all of you imbeciles, you know?"

The cowherds were stunned in place, silent.

They couldn't understand what Ke Mingye was talking about, but they were all shocked by the calmness in his tone, is this the look of a person who has just survived a wave of bullets?

Ke Mingye suddenly realized, and then remembered that they couldn't understand Chinese, so he turned his head to look at the anti-dog.

"Literate people, translate it."

Behind the tide curtain formed by the orange peel with a wave knife, the anti-dog said in Japanese: "He said that he was offended, but he didn't actually have the idea of going against you, but it was really rude for you to shoot if you didn't agree with each other." ”

Seeing that the anti-dog began to translate, Ke Mingye glanced at the mist that was pouring into the room from the pipe in the corner of the ceiling, and said, "Also, don't worry about your forced suppression spray, we are not supernatural beings, let alone mutants. ”

Anti-dog translated his words and said in Japanese instead: "Inhibitors are not useful to us, we are not superhuman." ”

"Let the yellow hair on the photo get out quickly, or I'll smash this store."

Ke Mingye said, shooting a spider silk at the photo of the "number one cowherd" on the bar, and pulled it in his hand, and his figure hung upside down in mid-air and spun around, so that the whole cowherd could see the photo clearly.

In Japanese, he said, "We're just looking for someone, and I've shown you the photos, and if we can't see them, we'll quit first." ”

The two sang and harmonized, causing the cowherds in the club to look at each other, and the sound of small words spread in every corner.

"It's not superhuman, so why do they have this ability?"

"Is it a psychic, gene inhibitors and supernatural suppressants can't work on psychics."

"Anyway, let's call the assistant manager out first, that man is too weird."

As they whispered, a tall, thin young man in a bartender suit, shoulder-length yellow hair, and sunglasses slowly stepped out from behind the bar, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm going to talk to them alone, you sort out the broken wine glasses, change the broken wallpaper, change the bar back to the way it was in one day, and rest tonight."

The yellow-haired young man spoke methodically, twisting the cigarette from his mouth and swallowing the clouds.

When the other cowherds in the club heard this, they put away their guns, got up from behind the cover, and went about their own things, as if nothing had happened just now, and the whole bar continued to operate.

"Isn't that enough......"

Ke Mingye said as he let go of the spider silk, flipped over from the ceiling and fell, stepping on the floor of the club.

The wave knife in Tangerine Peel's hand did not collapse, he was worried that those cowherds would suddenly change their hexagrams, so he covered the two of them and walked towards the yellow-haired man.

The four of them followed the yellow-haired man into a box in the club.

The yellow-haired man turned on the light, sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked up at them.

"Tell me, how did you find me?"

Ask for a monthly pass, thank you meow.

(End of chapter)