Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Genrai Jinzang saw the hand, and only then did he turn his head, which had almost been shattered into a paste, and realize that he had misunderstood. The child's father was someone else.

The owner of the hand pulled out a dark, labeled plastic-metal disc. Completely bewildered, the person said, "Memory card, interesting photos, and... anonymous contributor. Aren't you going to let me in?"

……

After many days, Runping finally found the culprit who stole the camera memory card, which almost caused him to be fired on the spot by Mr. Baolucao.

The culprit was a middle-aged man who looked about the same age as Mr. Baolu Cao, but already had a lovely daughter... Runping sensed the aura of a winner in life.

"Ah, I used to be a memory police officer, but now that my job has been exposed, I've resigned voluntarily."

The winner in life lost his job.

"Memory Police?" Bao Luca seemed to have discovered the reason for his headache that had been bothering him for several days.

“Well…” Sakuma Jun looked at Horokusa: “Don’t you think I look familiar?”

The other person nodded, puzzled: "Yes, you look familiar. I've seen you at Yamato-ya?"

“I remember the experimental records from the technical department said that if you are reminded, there is a chance that your memory will be restored…” Jun Sakuma muttered to himself as he explained, “Memory Police, well, it’s a subordinate organization of the department that manages ‘abnormal events.’ And for various reasons, I couldn’t stay there anymore, so I had no choice but to come to you guys.”

"You're the one who anonymously submitted the monster and giant story?" Genzo asked, leaning closer.

"Yeah," Saku

Jun organized his thoughts and solemnly said, "You must have investigated this as well. The so-called 'fantasy story' is actually a reality that happened in this world."

Negoro Jinzo subconsciously looked at someone he was more familiar with, Himeya Jun.

The latter nodded to him. Huali had already started chatting with Qixia. Qixia rubbed her soft little face and gave her a piece of pine nut candy.

"The 'monsters' are called 'Alien Beasts,' which feed on human fear. To stop them, countries have united to form an organization called TLT, which is dedicated to fighting and researching Alien Beasts."

"So the Memory Police are here to suppress 'fear'?" Bao Lucao's headache started again, and he felt better after drinking a mouthful of ice-cold beer.

"Yes, the memory police use 'monster' and 'Ultraman' as keywords to erase the memories of civilians and prevent the monsters from gaining the energy to evolve."

Runping thought of the battle between the monster and the giant he had witnessed that night in the hot spring town. How many witnesses would there be if those giant creatures fought on the ground? And how many people's memories would they have to erase?

"This is too..."

"Drinking poison to quench thirst," Jun Sakuma defined it: "So, after Himeya's reminder, we devised a plan to release public opinion."

When it came to his profession, Shinzo Negi's mind worked extremely fast: "So you're going to publish information about the alien beasts under the guise of 'fantasy stories'?"

“This is the first step,” Jun Himeya said, recalling the feeling of working meetings he used to have when he was at the newspaper. “The second step is to guide people to discover ‘coincidences’ on their own.”

“You mean the real information that’s been drowned out by junk reporting?” Genrai Jinzo responded.

“Going it alone makes you vulnerable to being targeted,” Jun Himeya said with a smile. “We need to mobilize people’s power and let them explore the truth themselves. The results obtained in this way will be most acceptable to people.”

Genzo touched his beer can and realized that he had unknowingly drunk it empty. He put the can down and said, "In this way, fear is diluted, and people don't have to live in artificial, false cocoons."

The two former colleagues talked back and forth, and the outline of the plan was revealed to everyone present.

As a victim, Bao Lucao raised the question she was most concerned about: "You tampered with my memory, didn't you? I've had a headache for days..."

"Excessive screen time can cause irreversible damage to brain cells." Jun Sakuma's words made Junpei unconsciously touch his head.

"Anyway, let's take a look at the memory card you brought back. It seems that only a portion of the photos were submitted, right?" Negoro Jinzo turned on the computer, connected the card reader, and all the photos from that night in the hot spring town were displayed on the page.

Bao Luca felt a sense of relief, like seeing a child who had been missing for many days finally run into his arms. The photographer was almost moved to tears by the recovery of the photos: "I took them! This style and camera movement are definitely mine!"

Shinzo Negi became increasingly excited as he flipped through the pages: "Our second 'fantasy story' is finally settled! The sequel to 'The Shadow of the Hot Spring Town'!"

One summer night, the insects chirped noisily.

A team comprised of reporters, photographers, print models, intern photographers and assistants, professional investigators and escape consultants, and students who enjoy eating, drinking, and taking breaks from school for travel—a team that TLT considers a thorn in their side but can't seem to get rid of—has been officially formed.

Qi Xia braided Hua Li's hair into a new braid.

Negoro Jinzo and Horoku discuss the selection of illustrations for "Light and Darkness: Shadows of the Hot Spring Town (Part 2)".

Runping is grinding his teeth at the memory of his ex-police officer, who almost caused him to lose his job but has already lost it.

Himeya Jun suddenly felt as if he had been transported to another world.

It's as if yesterday's memories still linger in the Southeast Asian rainforest, with raindrops dripping from the salami. Through his lens, one can see the innocent life of a girl, whether it's a greeting in the morning light, a glance back at sunset, or laughter by the stream, like clear spring water, honest and approachable, its depths easily visible.

How can it not be heartbreaking to see such a person disappear in the smoke of war, and how can it not make people want to bring her back?

Later, consumed by guilt, he used the power bestowed by the light as punishment, spending his days tracking unknown monsters, oblivious to day and night, life and death. He was Jun Himeya, a soul lashed by guilt.

Now he suddenly awakens, indulging in the past, and is bound to walk a dead end—the noble cut off the ladder of progress, and the moment they step into the air, their lives fall like a butterfly with broken wings; the base cut off the future of others, transferring their pain to the outside world in order to gain a moment of peace.

Fortunately, he met other members of the Night Raid team who were also confused, and when he was suffering from injuries and had little time left, he met a "teammate" who knocked him unconscious and took him away for treatment.

You are not fighting alone. It turns out that you are not the only one who has received the favor of the light.

He wanted to ask Jun Sakuma how to move on from the death of a loved one? How to restrain the urge to destroy a monster at all costs, even if it meant burning himself out, when facing it? How... to let go of his inner turmoil and face tomorrow with a completely open mind?

Now he seems to have the answer.

The evolution truster disappeared along with the injury, and he was sitting at the same table with his old colleagues again, discussing the "grand plan" of publishing articles in the newspaper. This made his previous experience as an adaptable person seem like a dream. It was as if life had returned to normal, and he was still that war photographer with ideals.

Negoro Jinzo asked him if he wanted to return to the company, as he was sure to get a share of the year-end bonus. Sakuma Jun was required to complete a three-month internship according to regulations, but considering Himeya Jun's recommendation...

It can be arranged for two months, but during this period, the salary will only be a minimum, in order to avoid any objections from the employees. The leaders of the newspaper still need to maintain the authority of the rules.

Jun Sakuma pondered the relationship between his living expenses and his salary with a sense of melancholy.

The president put his arm around his shoulder and asked if he wanted a can of ice-cold beer in the middle of the night. He still had his old habit of feeling uncomfortable if he didn't drink something at night.

"I'm back," Jun Himeya thought to himself.

A few days ago, Bao Lücao's retirement house was hastily fitted with lights without any consideration for aesthetics; as long as it was bright, that was enough. Therefore, although it had the structure of a villa, the interior resembled the most rudimentary company dormitory.

Two fluorescent lights lay across the bare ceiling, and mosquitoes buzzed around them.

Jun Himeya stood up, walked around the table to the computer screen: "It doesn't necessarily have to be a panoramic shot; close-up details are just as good."

"Hey... let me look through it. I remember there was a picture of a fighter jet dodging the 'giant bug,' but the alien beast didn't even have a head, so I let it go."

"Speaking of which, what kind of fighter jet is this? It's high-tech."

"It's called Chrome Chester."

"..."

Chapter Seventy-Six: The New Team

The truth investigation team welcomes a new member.

Baolucao warmly welcomes the arrival of an industry idol.

Genrai Shinzo welcomes his colleague back, and also brings along a former memory police officer who can do odd jobs and write first drafts.

Meanwhile, Karin Sakuma, an elementary school student who had just escaped her studies, is now back in the hell of schoolwork.

"Huh? I have to go to class again?" Huali felt that the juice was no longer refreshing, and the coconut milk cake was no longer sweet and moist. The days of chasing moths only to be eaten by mantises were long gone for her.

She looked around at the adults who were grinning at her, and felt like a lamb trembling in the shadow of a pack of wolves. She whispered, "The teachers aren't here, how can I have class?"

Sakuma Jun raised his chin, exuding the aura of a reliable and dependable father. He gestured with his hands to introduce them one by one: "Negumi Jinzo, a senior newspaper president, a master of the pen in the industry. He could teach you elementary school Chinese and easily get first place in your grade."

"Hello, language arts teacher?" Huali opened her mouth, and Genrajinzo smiled kindly at her.

"Baolü Cao and Zhen, don't be fooled by your current status as photographers. You studied finance and taught elementary school math. It's a waste of your talents."

Bao Lücao waved to her.

"Hmm..." Karin nodded repeatedly, but she still felt that the floral shirt looked unreliable.

"Asano Nana is an excellent print model who is fluent in foreign languages. Learn English and art from her!"

"Okay, Daddy," Huali said obediently. She liked this older sister who would give her candy and braid her hair nicely. The older sister looked really good with makeup, and Huali wanted to learn how to do it too!

"Kawamura Junpei... um..."

Runping picked up the thread: "It's labor class! If Huali gets tired of reading, just come find me." Perfect timing, we need someone to run errands, hehehe... The little girl should be able to help climb up and down and carry some small things.

Sakuma Jun looked at him suspiciously, then pointed at Himeya Jun: "Social Sciences and Nature teacher, war photographer who has traveled all over the world, it's a waste of your talent to teach you this."

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Himeya!" Karin never hesitates to smile at people she knows well, and Himeya Jun also relaxed his often furrowed brows.

“A school trip doesn’t mean you don’t have to study at all,” Junichi Sakuma said. He thought he should give the little guy a good talking-to and make him settle down, since he thought he could have a lot of fun. “Karin, your teachers are usually busy. Find a time when they’re free to study. Don’t bother them too much. Dad will bring your schoolbag over later. If the teachers are busy, you can study by yourself, okay?”

"Oh!" Huali was extremely excited.

Reading books by myself = no one to supervise = I can secretly draw little figures, play origami, climb out the window, and catch grasshoppers outside.

She had already scouted the outside of the villa; it was covered with thatched grass half the height of an adult, and there were definitely a bunch of small animals. The key was that once she went inside, she would disappear from sight, and her father would definitely not be able to find her!

Eh hey!

Sakuma Jun was happy that she had a new teacher, so he patted her tender little shoulder and told her to say "Nice to meet you" again before letting her go to help Nana tidy up her small room.

I just arrived yesterday and quickly cleared out a place to sleep. Today I need to settle in properly.

Himeya Jun returned to the newspaper's staff, where Negoro Jinzo was working. The latter happily and formally announced to the newspaper's finance department—regardless of whether they had salary cards or not, add them back to the payroll! Holiday benefits are not to be missed! If anyone doesn't come to collect them, they'll be converted into shopping cards!

The newspaper staff exclaimed, "It's truly a cause for celebration that the editor-in-chief actually found a missing person during an exclusive interview."

Jun Sakuma, an unemployed middle-aged man, was also recruited by the newspaper. Shinzo Negi asked him if he could take photos in addition to writing the first draft. Jun Sakuma thought for a moment and said, "I can go to the scene."

Genlai Shencang suddenly felt he could be entrusted with great responsibilities; he was a rough gem who could take photos and gather material, and also write articles.

"How are you going to take pictures?" After Genrai Jinzo walked a little further away, he rubbed his hands together to write the second part of the story of the hot spring town. Samuel condensed his body and sat cross-legged on Sakuma Jun's shoulders.