Chapter 4
Something is not right.
The sirens of police cars sounded on the street, and many people gathered around to watch the excitement. Kamado Jianru decided to leave and go find Uncle Eguchi first.
Unlike his thoughts, the live broadcast room was still immersed in the events that had just happened.
[Ahhh, the host is so handsome, I’m a fan! 】
[Oh my god, the anchor is actually alive! ? 】
[The host rescued the people in the post office in an instant? How is this done? ! 】
[I declare that I will live in this live broadcast room from now on]
[Wow, am I the only one with tears in my eyes? I really cried when I saw Shendu rescue those passers-by. He saved several families.]
[Uncle, do you know that there was an explosion here? 】
[In the front, the uncle didn’t seem to answer the host’s call. I’m so worried]
[I really want to thank the anchor for saving those people, and even risking his life to help the little girl find a small doll. This is the first time I have directly felt the pain of a disaster, and the hope of saving people's hearts brought by the anchor. I feel that I have some motivation in my future life.]
[What should I do with the anchor's hands? I can even see the bones.]
[I have seen all the actions of the anchor so far. He really has a kind of infectious power that ignites hope. Because of him, I decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination again.]
This is hope.
[Feeling hope +1]
[System Announcement: User "想抱猫猫" cast a deep-water torpedo! ]
The audience suddenly started to give rewards, and because of this announcement, a large number of messy comments immediately flooded into the live broadcast room, achieving the initial rebound of traffic.
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
The system doesn't seem to have deceived itself.
To be honest, he went back to help the little girl find her toy only because her eyes were filled with fear and despair of losing her doll. The emotions of children of a few years old are often the most intuitive, and he could not allow despair to happen before his eyes.
The boy had no feelings about his just-taken behavior, and felt relieved that he had solved a hopeless case, and he fell into a bit of confusion.
I hope that everything he does here can bring hope to his own world.
He swallowed the fishy sweetness rising from his chest, slowly avoided the crowd, and casually pulled out the glass shards that had pierced his arm. The blood flowing from his fingertips made the pale boy with bloodless lips look like he would be blown away by the wind at any time.
If you leave this minor injury alone, it will heal in no time.
As a talented person whose body has been transformed beyond the limit, Kamado Miru was able to rush into the post office and take out everyone on the eve of a complete explosion. Naturally, he also has the ability to heal his wounds extremely quickly.
The pain from the explosion in his arm was less than one-tenth of what he usually endured. Because he was constantly suppressing the clamor of his body about to collapse and disintegrate, Shen Du Jianliu's tolerance threshold was very high. He was almost accustomed to the existence of pain, just like he was accustomed to breathing.
Of course, if there had been more people in the hall just now, he would have had to take off the earrings that were suppressing his "talent".
…
Uncle Jiangkou said that he was going to the river bank to complete the task.
It was very easy for Kamado Miru to find this place. He himself was a walking map of Yokohama. It only took him a few minutes to find the riverbank with the best view in the whole of Yokohama. Standing at the highest point, Kamado Miru could immediately see the ship on the easternmost side.
That should be the GSS cruise ship that transports cargo, with relevant markings engraved on it.
However……
The shore of the ship was littered with corpses and was a mess.
[Help, is Uncle Eguchi dead? 】
[There are a lot of mosaics. It turns out that the live broadcast room will use mosaics]
[My family, I'm so worried. Is Mr. Eguchi okay?]
[I've been following the live broadcast recently. The uncle is really good to the anchor, like taking care of his son. He personally takes the anchor to rent a house and buy daily necessities, and even cooks for the anchor. Although he is a nameless cannon fodder in the comics, I don't want to see him die T^T]
[I can also treat the anchor as my son, baby, mommy loves you! 】
[Shendu, go check out the pile of corpses. Make sure there are no uncles.]
Even if the barrage did not remind him, Shen Du Jianliu also planned to go to that area to take a look at the situation.
He threw away the last piece of debris stuck in his arm and quickened his pace to the scene of the incident. There was a large pool of blood on the ground and only a few soldiers in GSS field uniforms were lying there, their bodies were full of bullets.
Kamado Kenryu turned over the bodies of these people one by one and compared their faces, but none of them was Mr. Eguchi.
On the boat?
He turned his eyes to the cargo ship not far away, stood on tiptoe and jumped up easily. Unlike what he imagined, the place was empty and there was no cargo at all.
Sitting at the bow was a man with a crew cut and a head injury. He had been hit by two bullets in the abdomen. Feeling the slight shaking of the boat, he suddenly struggled forward and stretched out his arms.
"quick……"
The man was obviously holding his breath. He saw the figure of Kamado Kenryu and grabbed the boy's sleeve purely out of his tenacious instinct. He said in a hoarse voice: "The bait... failed. That bastard traitor Jiangkou escaped..."
"Hurry up and chase him. He can't run away...for long."
The man's eyes were bloodshot and he was somewhat unconscious. He didn't even see Shen Du Jianliu's face clearly. It seemed that he was only able to hold on because of his willpower to pass on the message. He died completely after he finished speaking.
If the other party saw clearly who the silver-haired boy was, he would probably want to kill him directly.
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu touched his thin lower lip and straightened up thoughtfully.
There was no sign of any cargo loaded in the ship. This should be what the other party called a "bait", a bait to trick Mr. Eguchi into coming to hand over the task.
Following the remaining traces of fighting on the deck, Shen Du Jianliu discovered a long bloodstain that did not belong to these soldiers. It extended intermittently to the side of the ship and disappeared.
This means that the owner of the bloodstain jumped into the sea.
Based on the overall river bank that I observed before coming here, and the words "He can't run for long" that the man just said, I can judge that the other party's position should not be too far from here.
Kamado Miru, who is unable to be "omniscient", can only find the location of Eguchi through his extraordinary vision, sense of smell and simple reasoning.
The live broadcast room is now full of question marks.
【? ? ? ? 】
[Is Jiangkou a traitor?] ? 】
[My head is itchy, I need to grow a brain]
[What's going on? Where is Mr. Eguchi?]
[I said that the uncle was not simple. Don’t forget, when he first appeared, he was confronting GSS’s accomplices! 】
[The class representative will sort it out: Uncle Jiangkou is going to the river bank to complete the task and hand over the task of retrieving the file to the anchor, but the task is actually a bait for GSS to catch him, and the post office also exploded]
[Wuwuwu, no!] How come uncle is a traitor? They are so nice to our anchor boy, I feel a little depressed]
[It turns out that the anchor was implicated, so miserable]
Shen Du Jianliu actually didn't care about this at all.
No matter what Mr. Eguchi's identity is, it does not conflict with his idea of spreading hope. He has no sense of belonging to GSS, which is just an organization that survives by borrowing its name.
So now there is not even any emotion of uproar or shock.
Walking westward along the river bank, Shen Du Jianliu used his outstanding physical ability and soon found the end of the bloodstain in a small forest on the shore.
Sure enough, Mr. Eguchi was hiding there.
The other person had a messy seaweed head and was leaning against a skinny tree. The soil at his feet was soaked with a lot of blood.
His injuries were different from the last time when he was only hit by one bullet. His left leg, arm, stomach, and... chest were all covered with blood from where the bullets were embedded. His condition was very bad.
Just by looking with your eyes, you can feel life passing by before your eyes.
"Little devil..."
The seaweed-headed uncle sensed the aura around him. He rolled his eyes, and his lifeless eyes regained some focus: "Great, you're still alive."
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu didn't say anything.
"Have I ever told you that you look a lot like my son... Haha, you're both stubborn, but that guy just simply likes to do research."
"Looking at it this way, maybe... you're more like my friend who likes to be a workaholic."
As if he was chatting about family matters, Uncle Eguchi spoke in a low and flat voice, but his voice was far from his usual spirited tone.
He was not surprised why Shen Du Jianliu could get here, or perhaps he had already known that the young man he brought back was extraordinary.
[Ahhhh uncle! 】
[Help! The uncle is not among the corpses. I just breathed a sigh of relief, and then I turned around and saw the uncle like this.]
[Anchor, please save the uncle, woo woo woo]
[It's useless. With injuries like this, even gods can't save you.]
[From the perspective of the anchor Zaizai, the uncle is really like a father. Although he is a passerby who does not appear in the original work, he is also flesh and blood.]
[I cried. Why did the uncle look like he was leaving his last words?]
[Really, so desperate...]
Shen Du Jianliu's body suddenly stiffened.
Without looking at the barrage, he quickly walked up to Uncle Jiangkou and squatted down. If there was a third person standing closely next to him, they would have noticed that the silver-haired boy's aura had changed, and his slender body showed an irreversible and terrifying aura.
The man with the seaweed hair stopped talking. He slightly raised his head, and his out-of-focus eyes quietly looked up at the boundless blue sky above his head. However, his mind did not drift away with the white clouds. A trace of unwillingness and pain emerged in his dark eyes.
These fleeting emotions eventually turned into despair as life passed by.
“Damn it…”
"Mingming, there are still things to be done..."
Shen Du Jianliu directly held the other person's hand.
The young man looked at the uncle in front of him seriously with his purple eyes. His face was calm, but his eyes were filled with determination that penetrated people's hearts: "Is there anything you haven't completed yet? Tell me."
His voice is as steady as a rock, filled with an infectious sense of steadiness, as if as long as you ask this boy for help, he will give you any encouragement you need to never give up.
"I will definitely help you finish it."
Uncle Jiangkou was already somewhat unconscious, just like the man at the bow before.
The only thing left in his heart was the unspeakable regret and the despair of dying if he couldn't accomplish his goal. He barely managed to take his eyes off the sky. His hoarse voice was almost out of strength.
"You said, really..."
Before Shen Du Jian Liu nodded, the uncle's large palm grasped the boy's thin hand and continued to struggle and speak. Those were the words that the man with seaweed hair squeezed out with all his strength in his abdomen -
"Listen, go... go to PortMafia, tell me my name, and say... I recommended you to join. When there are few people."
"Remember to go to...the Intelligence Department and look for... "
The hoarse voice stopped here, and the hand that Shen Du Jianliu was holding dropped down weakly.
It’s not over yet.
There was still a faint trace of breath in his nose.
The silver-haired boy simply knelt on one knee on the ground, using his other injured hand to support himself and put his head close to Uncle Jiangkou's mouth.
With his hearing and ability to capture details, Kamado Miru could tell what the uncle said even if the other person just moved his lips slightly by less than 1 mm.
However.
At the last moment of his death, the man said not his name at the end of the previous sentence, but just a few simple words.
Thank you, little devil.
…
"Oh, there are still some remnants here."
What broke the atmosphere was a light, floating voice of a young boy with a slightly casual tone.
Shen Du Jianliu straightened up, withdrew his eyes without emotion from the uncle's quietly closed eyes, and looked up at the source of the sound.
I saw a handsome young man in a black coat with one hand in his pocket by the river bank not far away. His brown curly hair swayed in the wind and his kite-colored eyes looked over with interest through the bandages.
Behind the other party stood a row of men in suits. One of the men who came over later stepped forward respectfully with one hand behind his back and said, "Report to the senior cadre."
"All of the GSS's new M8 guns have been seized, and now only some remnants have yet to be cleaned up."
"Please give the next order."
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