Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

As for the Japanese senior officials...

Sorry, they are still alive. I can't think of any other names, so naming them is just useless.

......

(There is some water here, you can jump if you don’t want to see it.)

After escaping, the exhausted people finally found a relatively safe place.

They were either leaning against the wall or slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, and everyone's face still showed the tension and fear brought about by the thrill they had just experienced.

Kenji Ogihara was the first to recover. He straightened up, his expression serious and solemn, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Someone must be trying to plot against us or our leader."

His voice was low and powerful, as if he was trying to make his analysis sound more reasonable and convincing.

Kenji Ogihara frowned, and it seemed as if a fly could be pinched to death between his brows. He continued speaking while stroking his chin.

"From the series of events we encountered this time, it is definitely not accidental. There must be a black hand behind this that is manipulating everything."

There was a certainty in his tone and his eyes revealed his persistent pursuit of the truth.

"Which bastard dares to attack us? I will beat his teeth out!"

When Jinpei Matsuda heard this, he immediately became furious. He jumped up suddenly, waving his fists, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

His eyes were as big as bells, his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out, and his teeth were chattering, as if he wanted to eat the mastermind alive.

"I, Jinpei Matsuda, will not let him go!" He roared loudly, his voice echoing in this small space, making people's ears buzz.

Kenji Ogihara looked at him and shook his head helplessly.

"We don't know who he is yet, so we can't fight him even if we want to."

For some reason, Furuya Rei also joined the discussion. His voice was calm and steady, but his eyes revealed a barely perceptible worry.

Furiya Rei frowned slightly, his expression looking somewhat serious. His gaze moved from Ogihara Kenji to Matsuda Jinpei, and then slowly moved away.

"We cannot act blindly. We must calm down and analyze the current situation carefully."

As Fūya Rei spoke, he paced back and forth on the ground. His steps were light and rhythmic, as if he was sorting out his thoughts in this way.

"Humph, calm down? How can we calm down? We almost died at the hands of those guys!"

Matsuda Jinpei was still furious. He loudly retorted, "Now that we have finally escaped, are we just going to let them go?" He was very emotional.

......

Of course, what happens here will not affect Kurosawa.

He was in a slightly simple room. The walls around him were slightly yellowed, showing signs of the passage of time.

Simple furniture is placed around, exuding a simple yet reassuring atmosphere.

At this moment, Kurosawa was sitting leisurely on a chair that looked old but familiar.

In front of him was a cup of iced cola that was still emitting a hint of cool air, and a pot of steaming hot pot that was emitting an enticing aroma.

Kurosawa was completely immersed in his own little world. He enjoyed this unique happiness to the fullest, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

You ask where it comes from? The system doesn't have a points setting, but it can give things.

Kurosawa is like an arsenal in his own right.

Kurosawa picked up the iced cola and drank it in big gulps. The cool feeling flowing down his throat made him feel comfortable all over and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

Then, he picked up a piece of perfectly cooked food from the hot pot, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, with a happy smile on his face. "Haha, this feels really great!"

He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the simple room.

"System, can you eat it? Do you want some?"

On the side, the system was watching all this silently, and the system's heart was filled with complex emotions at the moment.

On the one hand, it wanted to share this joy with Kurosawa, but when he was just born, a big boss said that the system had to be more sophisticated and could not share this joy with him.

On the other hand, I was very distressed that I could not share this joy.

The system is thinking: Although I have powerful functions and endless knowledge, it seems that I can never experience this kind of pure happiness with my friends.

I was always calculating numbers and possibilities, but I was ignoring the most basic beauty in life.

Seeing Kurosawa enjoying this moment so much, I felt like I had missed a lot. Maybe I should try to put aside those complicated thoughts and feel this happiness?

But the boss said it has to be classy!!!

Is this kind of pure happiness a bit too low for me? But I really want to eat hot pot...

Although the system does not speak, silence sometimes expresses everything.

As time went by, Kurosawa was still immersed in his own happiness. He ate hot pot while humming a tuneless little song. Occasionally, he would talk to the system and share his current mood.

The system listened quietly and occasionally responded, but more often than not, it was still thinking about whether it should give up the so-called coolness that the boss talked about?

Before I knew it, night had fallen and the light in the room became dimmer.

But Kurosawa's happiness did not stop there. The steam from the hot pot was still rising, as if telling of his endless joy.

After Kurosawa had eaten and drunk his fill, he burped contentedly. He turned to look at the system and said with a smile.

"Thank you, system. Although you don't talk much and threatened me when we first met, I think you are very nice."

The system was slightly stunned. He did not respond, but thought to himself.

"Ah, that's what the boss said. The boss also said that he wanted to keep his host under control. I'm so useless."

On this quiet night, Kurosawa and the system were both lost in their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Kurosawa gently closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The system still quietly guarded by his side and continued its thinking.

........

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window into the room. Kurosawa slowly opened his eyes and stretched his body. He looked around and then smiled and said to the system.

"A new day has begun, let's continue to enjoy life!" The system nodded and responded.

So, Kurosawa started a new day of his happy life, and the system silently accompanied him.

(I didn’t write yesterday, so I’ll give you today’s 2000 words. Also, I won’t save any more drafts. I just want to post them when I see them.)