Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

I broke open the disposable chopsticks and put a piece of pork into my mouth, and the sweet and fishy smell rushed up together.

Yes, the main flavor of most cheap restaurants in Japan is sweet.

Beef rice is sweet, barbecue rice is sweet, hamburger meat sauce is sweet, pork cutlet rice sauce is sweet, eel rice is sweet, and all the dishes in the bento are sweet.

Moreover, the taste of pork is much stronger than that of the one next door. I don’t know if it is because Japan still relies heavily on imported meat, and the animal protection associations of the importing countries have taken action, so the blood cannot be drained cleanly.

Fortunately, Kerry had already gotten used to the taste of this food after having eaten it in the mental hospital.

After eating the meat and half of the rice, he poured the tea into the rice and ate it all. As for the various pickles that came with the set meal, Chris had no interest in them.

Seeing that both of them had finished eating, the worker Tian came over again. It seemed that he had already eaten and came here just to rest.

"How's it going? Are you satisfied? The rural vegetables here are not as good as those in Tokyo. I heard that many small shops in Tokyo are opened by graduates or dropouts of Totsuki University, and the taste is amazing."

"It's fine." Kazuma replied.

"By the way, I haven't asked you two's names before."

"Sato Kazuma." Kazuma gave his name without thinking too much.

"Danzo Shimura." Kerry spoke without blushing or beating his heart.

Hearing what Kerry said, Sato Kazuma almost couldn't help but forced himself to control his facial muscles and make an expression of trying not to laugh.

But it was obvious that he held it in, while the people at the other table couldn't.

Even if it is not the two-dimensional world, any young Japanese who frequently surfs the Internet cannot be unaware of this national-level work.

"Yili! How could you be so careless that you spit out the soup? I'm so sorry, Madam Boss!"

"It's okay, it's okay! Mr. Goto, just leave it there, I'll wipe it."

While the proprietress was busy wiping the tables, the girl called Yili stole a few glances at the two people at the next table.

It felt like her family's suggestion to take her out for a walk was really not going to work, and sure enough, they met a strange guy.

And that taller young man, Goto Ichiri, seems to have seen him somewhere... maybe on TV? Could he be some celebrity?

I really want to go back to the closet and practice guitar...

Until Kerry chatted with Tian Gong again using the fabricated information and the other party left, Kerry did not see the people in the car appear in the hall.

After hesitating for a moment, and confirming that the hotel prices were cheaper during the off-tourist season and the gold coins he got from the village chief were more than enough, Kerry decided to let Kazuma get a room.

But later Kerry realized that he was too worried. He could go there by himself. To book a room in this place, you only need to register your name with pen and paper, and no electronic device is needed.

After getting the key, Kazuma felt like he was redeemed. He happily went upstairs to open the room, and without caring about anything else, he took out two sets of quilts from the closet. He also considerately helped Chris to make a quilt on the floor and then lay down on it without even taking a shower.

“I was already very sleepy, but it seems like every time I die I get back to my best form, but now I haven’t slept all day.

Ah! It’s the quilt! I miss you so much! Woohoo! I never thought you were so important before! "

Kazuma, who was lying in bed, was still talking to Chris in a random manner. When people feel sleepy but force themselves to stay awake, their rationality will fade away, just like when they are drunk, it is easier for them to express thoughts that their rationality usually prevents them from saying.

"Ah, what do you think our future will be like? When this money runs out, will we end up sleeping on the streets again...

It seems like we can deal with monsters. Can we set up a club to destroy monsters? But if we are caught, will we be sent to the US military base for research?

I never thought before that an ordinary life could be so blissful, without having to worry about what to eat and where to sleep tomorrow. Seriously, I used to think such a life was boring and wanted an adventure. What on earth was I thinking...?

Kerry responded to Kazuma incoherently, only stopping when he heard even breathing... no! A loud snoring.

Kerry felt that he was not sleepy at all, so he asked for a charging cable to charge his mobile phone. He walked around the room and found a small stone, which he didn't know if it was for decoration. He took it on the spot, took out his dagger and started sharpening it.

at the same time...

After the Goto family, who had forced their two daughters to go on a trip because their daughter was on vacation, came upstairs, Takuya stood up and nodded to the proprietress.

"Master Jingxin meant that since that family looked like tourists, they shouldn't be allowed out at night. If they don't leave after a few days, we can consider other options.

I'll go report these two guys to the master first."

"Okay." The proprietress nodded.

"By the way, your man should be back tonight. Remember to come with us during the ceremony."

"it is good!"

As he said this, the farmer put on his clothes, walked out of the farmhouse, and ran straight to the only temple in the village.

There was a rhythmic knock on the temple door, and soon a welcoming monk came out to welcome the farm workers in.

It is hard to imagine that there is more than one monk in a temple in such a remote area.

The two of them stepped over the threshold and entered the back through the side door.

Here, a very gentle white-haired young man wearing glasses is sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue, with his back to the door, seemingly chanting scriptures.

"Come in, Mr. Tian."

He didn't look back, but called out the person's name directly.

"Hahaha! Master Jingxin, it's fine if outsiders call me that, but how dare I call you president in front of you?"

Tian Gong spoke with flattery as he stepped forward, first kneeling before the Buddha statue, and then sitting on the chair next to it.

"Master Jingxin, there are two new outsiders in the village. They seem to be young students from Tokyo. What do you think...?"

"There are too many people now. If we continue to make such a big move, I think it will be too conspicuous."

The white-haired monk known as Master Jingxin opened his closed eyes, looked at the Buddha statue and spoke.

"But...but, Mr. Yamada said that the most urgent thing now is to recruit more of our own people, preferably those who can enter the circles of those political families.

As long as we have enough food reserves and half of the seats in the Senate are ours, as long as we don't offend the Americans, we will be able to do whatever we want.

We're not a small organization like the Inugami-gumi. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department doesn't have the guts to investigate us, and the local police department is made up of our own people, so there's no need to be so cautious, right?"

"Human greed is endless. Don't you even listen to what I say?"

The white-haired monk turned his head and looked at him very calmly. The farmer who had been chattering just now immediately became quiet and trembled all over.

"No! You misunderstood!"

ps: 1

py a book,

Introduction: My name is Messer, I am 24 years old, I live in the villa area in the north of Tremont, I am single

I provide butler services to the Ubica family, working overtime until 22 PM every day. I smoke and only drink lightly. I can't go to bed until PM. I spend my nights playing KD around the Starlight Pavilion, setting up dozens of scare boxes before returning to my room. I guarantee only six hours of insufficient sleep each day. Before bed, I urge the eldest daughter, who is still stargazing, to rest early, then I take a ten-minute bath and cleanse myself, and then go to bed. I can basically sleep soundly until dawn.

All matters and dangers must be handled and eliminated, and there will be no threat to Miss Xingji, so leave it until the next day. The doctor said I am a mental patient.

Texas: What the hell are you talking about?

Messer: What I mean is, I have no extravagant desires, I just hope to be able to [accompany] the young lady forever. [Win or lose], [win or lose], is what I hate to argue with others the most. Because it will bring risks to the young lady... I am a perfect housekeeper, and this is what I have always done. If I must fight, I will not lose to anyone.

After saying this, his aura was finally revealed without any concealment - the horror legend of Colombia, the devil clown!

The Devil Clown of the Ark

Chapter 18: Pochi? When did he come?

At dusk, there was a knock on the hotel door.

"Boom boom boom!"

After a long sleep all afternoon, Kazuma woke up drowsily and saw the proprietress Mieko talking to Chris.

"This is dinner. Our hotel includes breakfast and dinner. If you think the dishes are not enough, you can order them separately. We also have some homemade Japanese sweets."

"Okay, trouble."

As soon as he saw there was something to eat, Kazuma sat up. The hotel room was not big, basically just a living room. When he was not sleeping, he could put the quilt into the closet and move around on the small table. When he was sleeping, he could move the small table aside and take out the quilt to sleep.

Kerry took the wooden tray from the other party and placed it on the small table, then closed the door.

"Sorry, sorry, I overslept. Did you see those people?"

Kazuma asked Keri if he had seen the people who were following him during the day.

"No, even though the car was parked here, I heard someone come downstairs and open the door to check on the situation twice this afternoon. It was that pink-haired girl."

Kerry and his friend's room was right at the corner of the stairs. With the sound insulation of this Japanese-style house, Kerry could easily hear if anyone was coming down the stairs just by sitting at the door.

"Maybe there's a surveillance camera in the room, and they noticed your behavior."

"Who knows, but I think they stayed up all night doing things, so they might be catching up on some sleep."

"I see. So what are your plans next?" Kazuma crawled over and sat down at the table.

"Oh! Curry, the free meal at this restaurant is pretty affordable, even better than lunch."

Keri, who was about to eat something, frowned and put down his chopsticks when he heard what Kazuma said.

Kazuma was stunned when he saw Kerry's actions.

"You suspect they'll drug us? But we weren't there at noon... Yes, there were other people at noon."

Kazuma then remembered that there were many unusual things in this village, so he swallowed and put the food aside.

I can only say that Kazuma is smart and saved Kerry a lot of explaining.

Time passed by little by little, and He Zhen was so bored that he started counting on his fingers.

It was completely dark, and the proprietress also delivered food to the Goto family next door.

Then the family of four in the next room seemed to have gone to bed, and no one came out to use the toilet.

Just when Kerry was about to try another method and search upstairs and downstairs, Kerry and Sato Kazuma both glared at each other.

"fragrance...?"

Kazuma felt that familiar feeling, just like the fragrance he had when he was with the human-faced dog.

Kerry nodded. He could smell it too, but it was very faint.

Chris thought for a moment, turned off the lights in the house, unplugged his fully charged cell phone and turned the brightness down to the lowest level so that the two of them could see at night.

Then I gently turned the doorknob to open the door a crack. Because none of the lights were turned off, there was no obvious light in the corridor. And for some reason, the lights in the corridor were off at seven o'clock in the evening.

It got stronger! The aroma became stronger, and the guiding feeling told them that the food was downstairs.

"Did some ghost break in?" Kazuma leaned close to Kerry and whispered.

"Not sure, let's go over and take a look."

So Chris simply stood up and spoke louder.

"Ah! I'm so sleepy, let's go! Let's go to the bathroom and sleep!"

Kazuma also raised his voice to reply. "Okay! I'm really exhausted today!"

The two pretended to pass by the stairs and headed towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor, but their eyes were always fixed on the first floor.

The light was on in the lobby on the first floor, and a man was standing at the counter greeting the proprietress.

"Mieko, I haven't been back for a few days. Bring me a bottle of soju!"

The moment they saw the man, they both confirmed one thing: that man was the source of the fragrance.

"Junji, you've worked so hard. Come, I'll boil some water for you so you can take a bath in the tub later."

Keri and Kazuma walked over.

The two of them quickly walked back and returned to the room.

After closing the door, Kazuma deliberately turned the handle to make the door lock sound, then looked at Kerry.

"What's going on? That's a living person, right? We..."

He Zhen was a little overwhelmed. Although they were not asked to eat people, but from this smell, did it mean that they were going to kill people when they were hungry?

Kerry shook his head.

"Don't worry, why didn't the people we met in Tokyo react, but the people here did? There must be something special."

Then Kerry looked towards the window of the room.

Kazuma was stunned, then a little nervous.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"