Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

After spending an afternoon in Lubrun, Kashiwa Sanhui took Ren and Futaba to the place where they first entered the palace.

It is almost under the Toyokawa Family Building, one of the most magnificent skyscrapers in Tokyo.

Standing under the night sky covered by the iron curtain and concrete, the occasional stars are blocked by the neon lights everywhere, and the light emitted by the scattered electricity of rare gases covers everything.

"How magnificent! Toyokawa Real Estate..."

Futaba couldn't help but stare in amazement. She couldn't believe that this skyscraper, which cost an immeasurable amount of money, had the same surname as that high school student who was dressed in shoddy clothes from head to toe.

Even Lian, who was knowledgeable and had a calm expression all day, couldn't help but admire her.

"Luckily Yusuke isn't here, otherwise that guy would have been nagging me about how long it would take to save enough money to stay here for a night."

Takamaki An is indeed a rising star in the modeling industry. I guess she often goes to such occasions, right?

Ryuji... Ryuji was watching the store, and also keeping an eye on Xiangzi to prevent her from running around. Plus Mona who had diarrhea and couldn't go out, the three of them (doubtful) were probably staring at each other at this time.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Kashiwa Sanhui pointed at the traffic light. In that direction was a street with a completely different style from Fengchuan Real Estate.

"That palace... what a mouthful of a name... it's over here, at the Tokyo General Tax Office."

That shabby bungalow? And those five-story buildings?

"This way, follow me."

Well, I thought we were going to see some plot where Task Force 141 kills its way through the chaebol building.

"But... I can't get in?" The big guy stood far away at the door of the tax office, turned on his mobile phone and wanted to enter the palace, but there was no response.

"Inside, in the office on the top floor of the west building."

He looked at the security guard who was engrossed in watching TV series in the security booth, and then looked at the camera with flashing red light at the door.

"Hey, doctor," Xing scratched her head in confusion. The coat tied around her waist had loosened and slid down slightly. "It seems like we can't get in?"

"I've done my homework and used the back door."

The back door is a small door that directly connects to the canteen kitchen and the garbage recycling station. It is usually only open for half an hour in the morning and is locked at other times.

At the beginning, Sanjizheng personally calculated that the cost of building a road connecting the main gate and the canteen was obviously higher than opening a back door, so he returned all the construction materials that his subordinates had contacted on their own initiative, and only bought a metal door, and no surveillance was installed.

Baihe Sanhui pretended to rummage in his pocket for a while, summoned out the system's master key, and opened the door easily.

Of course, from Lian and the others' perspective, it was Kashiwa Sanhui who opened the door with a copper key without a key bit.

What Kaito Kidd.

But this is the doctor's secret, so it's better not to ask.

Carefully avoiding surveillance cameras along the way, they reached the bottom of the escape ladder. Baihe Sanhui pulled open the latch at the top and climbed up first.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

your home?

"What are you looking at?" Kashiwa Sanhui didn't seem to want to explain. "The layout and everything are all on the tax bureau's website. Even the original construction costs of each facility are published."

"Although the doctor seems nonchalant, it seems he's being a little too desperate..."

Are all of you college students like this? You all say you won’t give in, but when it comes to the critical moment, you are all more powerful than the other?

……

When I entered the palace of Sanjiga Monastery again, what came into view was the familiar cliff, the familiar big rock, and the familiar fifty-meter-high rope descent.

I would like to emphasize again that Baihe Sanhui is afraid of heights.

"Well... well," Kashiwa Sanhui, who had automatically changed into a white trench coat decorated with medals and ribbons, a single-lens gold-rimmed glasses, and a gold-trimmed Prussian Army cap, couldn't help but wipe away the sweat from his face, the stick of his lollipop nearly shattering in his mouth. "I might be a little afraid of heights. If I scream too loudly and attract a monster, I'd be grateful if you could help me deal with it, hehe..."

Dr. Baihe dressed so handsomely but acted in a way that was totally inconsistent with his temperament.

A woman wearing a pink tight leather jacket and a seductive mask rolled up the high-curled apricot leather whip and slid down the thick hemp rope.

Futaba, wearing a black tight leather jacket (do all Phantom Thieves like leather jackets?) and goggles... actually has a flying saucer to ride on?

Can the system guy give me a mount?

The only relatively normal person, Amamiya Ren, slid down obediently, followed closely by Kashiwa Miki, but the distance between them was inexplicably widened.

Anyway, it's not a fear of heights, Kashiwa Sanhui won't admit it. Don't ask, if you ask, it's just a different physique.

It was still the familiar white houses. Even the big dye vat in the textile workshop where Xiangzi and I had hidden last time was still steaming, and the firewood underneath was still burning faintly.

"Hey, doctor." There was no one around. Even the fruits, vegetables and pottery jars that were on display at the market last time had been moved away.

The area was eerily quiet, with the black sun high in the sky and not even a shadow to hide in.

Based on Lian's past experience, this was definitely a trick, so Lian carefully tested the situation in front of everyone and whispered, "Have you ever tested the accuracy of your gun?"

"No..." Then Baihe Sanhui fired a shot at a small bronze bell in the distance. The sound of the flintlock gun resounded through the sky, and the sound of the bell echoed leisurely in the air.

Everyone was stunned. Gao Juanxing was frightened and subconsciously whipped the ground with her whip, raising a cloud of dust.

Even the goggles couldn't stop Futaba from looking at the traitor, and she looked at Kashiwa Miki, who still had an indifferent expression, in disbelief.

"It's quite accurate. It can hit whatever you point at within 200 meters."

"Doctor..." Lian helplessly held his forehead and gestured to Futaba to evacuate. "You've alerted the enemy."

"Eh, is that so... Oh, Joker, you might not know this, but I'm pretty famous here, the kind that can stop children from crying at night."

"If I fire a few shots to notify them of my arrival, those shadows won't dare come over."

The old bastard Cromwell killed countless people in his lifetime, but now he has turned into a personality mask. He actually has a sense of oppression when facing these guards of the Roman emperor.

The one being killed is the feudal monarch!

As Baihe Sanhui said, the big guys walked around almost the entire residential area without encountering any enemy that could be considered as resistance. It was not until they reached a street garden square where the port and the residential area met that they encountered some shadow guards who dared to resist.

"Yasen!"

Following Amamiya Ren's call, a huge phantom with a white mask and black wings and burning black flames all over its body appeared out of thin air. It just waved its arms with sharp claws lightly, and the trembling shadow in front of it exploded.

“…Something’s wrong.”

Seeing that Amamiya Ren was so powerful in combat should have been a very happy thing, but Kashiwa Sanhui touched his chin and began to think.

The Garden Square in the heart of the street should have been a place densely populated in peacetime and heavily guarded in wartime, but now it was guarded by only a few shadows that would collapse at the slightest blow...

"What does the doctor think is wrong?"

Futaba was busy searching for life signals nearby, but there were really no enemies nearby. It didn't make sense.

"...This is the city of Rome!" Gao Juanxing looked at the fountain where black water was slowly flowing, and an idea suddenly came to him.

"I remember my teacher saying that the greatest consul, Caesar, died in a coup and assassination. If we were in the midst of a coup, all the troops would surely be mobilized to the political center!"

"...So once we get there, the battle will be extremely difficult. Is that what Panther means?"

There was no time to pay attention to Lian anymore. Baihe Sanhui invited everyone to come and see something chilling.

The stone sculptures on the fountain were strange. They were not portraits of people like in the palaces before them, but a sentence repeated countless times:

I love you, my Lamb;

I hate you, my enemy;

I wish you good health forever;

I curse you so that you won't sleep.

After the Latin text was translated into Japanese, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

It would be too strange to say that this is an ode; it would be more appropriate to say that it is a conversation between two people.

"Well...why don't we take a break, eat something, and gather some information?"

The four of them nodded silently in agreement.

……

Eight o'clock in the evening, Lou Brown.

The boss went home and didn't mind at all where Lian took the underage Futaba to fool around. After all, it wasn't the first time, and Futaba wasn't the first girl to fool around with Lian.

So the only people in the store are Ryuji, who is full of passion and wants to go out but is ordered by Renxia to stay in the store to guard the hostages, the hostage Xiangzi, and a black cat Mona who is sick with a plague.

"Um, Xiangzi, which school are you from?"

No one paid attention to Long Si's forced smile. Xiangzi lay on the table with his head buried in his arms.

"...Then let me ask you, are you a freshman or a sophomore?"

Mona lay lazily on the table and yawned. The anti-diarrhea medicine prescribed by the veterinarian made her feel a little uncomfortable, and no one wanted to pay attention to her.

"Hey, Xiangzi, what kind of drama do you like to watch? I'll get the remote control and play it for you..."

Xiangzi suddenly sobbed without any warning, and his pretty face hidden in his arms seemed to be secretly shedding tears.

Ryuji: Oo?

Why is the little girl crying?

What did I do?