Chapter 349: Tokyo's Shibuya's spiritual event

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As a city in the same area as Shinjuku, "24-hour sleepless street", the Shibuya Station loyal dog eight public exit, stands with famous department stores, fashion boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops, customs facilities, etc. For the delight of young people, Shibuya has become a popular place for Japan and abroad.
In the Shibuya Tokyu San Lorenta Hotel, Lin Luoran has arrived for half an hour.
Overlooking from the 37th floor, it is the same flow of ants on the streets of Shibuya. Lin Qingxue put warm coffee on the crowd, and no one in Lin’s family could drink this bitter drink, and he took a shallow sip to Lin Lin’s face.
As a female officer of the special forces, Lin Xiaoxue can only serve as the leader of the logistics team in this operation. All the strikers are young monks. Lin Luoran only knows that the situation is serious.
There are still a few old acquaintances who have disappeared this time.
The last time I was lucky to get the sergeant Ye Xiaobei of Zhujidan, the six brothers of Mu Tiannan, and the cousin of Cui Fatzi, Cui Hezhen, are missing.
"You mean, there are a lot of young men and women missing in Silicon Valley. Have you been sent to see it?" Lin Luoran's fingers slid across the edge of the cup, and the coffee was still hot.
"The young people in Shibuya are missing, what happened to us in China?"
Anyone can hear Lin Luoran’s dissatisfaction. Lin Luoran, who has been turned into a
narrow nationalist
by political teachers, is really not interested in the so-called international assistance. Especially the international aid to get stuck in their own people is too frivolous.
Lin Qingxue respected a ceremony, "Miss Lin, I will report to you, the missing people include a team of 20 Chinese tourists from Shibuya, and nine international students."
Lin Luoran frowned. "How many monks have you been missing for a few days?"
"Three days ago, the long distance was sent back to China by Master Cui Hezhen and sent out for help."
Three days ago, Cui Hezhen played international long distance? Isn't that the phone that turns to Cui Fatzi for help? Lin Luoran felt that the situation was worse than she thought.
Why didn’t Cui Hejun’s call for help not call these logistics units, why didn’t he call Chen Yun – perhaps because the situation was already bad, even if the special department sent reinforcements, it would not help?
Lin Luoran stood by the window and overlooked the passers-by on the street.
It really is a paradise for young people, all kinds of exotic clothes, dazzling colors, and crowds in the streets, more than 80% of young people.
"The disappearance is still going on?"
Lin Xiaoxue nodded. "Every day at 7:00 pm, no matter how tightly we monitor with Japanese people, it will happen."
Wen Guanjing smiled. "Then we have to hold this place. Things are so big. Should there be practitioners in Japan?"
His voice just fell, and Lin Luoran raised his eyebrows: "It’s a coincidence that it seems that we have a guest."
Lianwen Guanjing and Li Yuer were aware of the smell of the monks in China. After a few minutes, the logistics soldiers came to inform, and members of the shrines of the island countries came to negotiate.
"Let them come in." Several men dressed in traditional Japanese costumes sneaked in. The leader was a middle-aged man with a gaze like a sword. They had a slight wind and frost and a serious face. At first glance, they had long-term control over the right to speak. Character.
He had long felt that a strong pressure was over the hotel, and he thought that it was an old monster that was not born in China. He came to Shibuya, and he was constrained by his way, cautious and cautious, even thinking, would it be China? The legendary monk who was exposed in recent years was born. I knew that I entered the room and found that such a strong breath was radiated from a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. The fear of Asada Saito was shocked.
Almost at the same moment, he reacted. This weak woman who seems to have no strength in her hand is the rookie Lin Luoran in the Chinese practice circle.
"Predecessors!" In the face of Lin Xiaoran, who is already a small middle-aged student in the Hua Xiu practice circle, Asada Saito also had to put up his arrogance and lowered his high-pitched chin.
"Predecessors..." Several Japanese people saluted together.
Lin Luoran smiled and said to the people around him, "Where is this younger generation, why don't I know?"
Asada’s chin’s chin was shaken.
The next is the 17th generation of Asada’s homeowner, who served as the guardian of the shrine.

Asada home? The surname of Lin Luoran is not so good. She always reminds her of the little green fox that has not yet returned home. "Asada Sakura is you...?"
Asada Saito is somewhat uneasy. "It is the little girl. Sakurako traveled a few years ago and has not yet returned home. I don't know if the seniors can tell her about something?"
Lin Luoran secretly sneered, traveling? It’s a secret to the Chinese green hills! But to put it this way, there is no news about this Asada Sakurako, and the stupid fox should not have been inconsistent.
"In the past, the night of Bermuda, and the love has had a side, Miss Sakura is very impressive."
Lin Luoran’s comments were ambiguous. Asada Saito did not dare to answer the conversation. The atmosphere was very embarrassing, or Asada Saito broke the embarrassment and asked how to deal with this incident. Lin Luoran only said that he was responsible. Let Asada Saito be disappointed.
A few Japanese people quickly quit, Lin Bingxue boldly asked: "Miss Lin, why not cooperate with them?"
The nature of the soldiers is obeying the order and completing the order at any cost. The order that Lin Xiaoxue received at this time is to cooperate with Lin Luoran and others to rescue the fallen Chinese monk. In her view, cooperation with local Japanese forces can make The combat effectiveness of both sides is on a new level. Why not do it?
Lin Luoran did not speak, Wen Guanjing Chonglin light snow made a squeaky look.
Everyone here, perhaps only he can understand some of Lin Luoran's ideas. They only manage the people who save China, but they cooperate with Japanese monks, and they will be countered by each other.
In this world, some forces, destined to not trust each other for historical reasons.
This is the case with China and the island nation.
Lin Luoran saw that because of his own reasons, he was so cold that he would easily ask everyone to go to the hotel to take a bath and wait for the arrival of the "7:00" moment.
Seeing Lin Luoran’s relaxed attitude, diluting a lot of haze in the hearts of the people, a knotty monk plus two Zhuji monks, this is already an unprecedented strong lineup, so think about it, and feel the invisible road ahead. It was blown away by a little fog.

"Adult, only the woman, but Lin Jun?"
Because Lin Luoran is too important, the Japanese practice community has long been known as the "Jun".
Asada Saito nodded. "Is Lin Jun... I suspect that she has broken through the knots of Huaxia practice. It is really a jealous talent." Because he is not far from the hotel, he is not afraid to talk casually, it is more jealous. Tianxia, ​​Huaxia has such a monk, and has repeatedly broken through in a few years, if they have this strength in the Japanese practice world - it should be ruined.
Asada Saito looked deeply at the eyes of the San Lorenta Hotel. It was a pity that she was actually a woman... What is a pity is that it is still a Chinese woman.
"Adult, Lin Jun has no intention of cooperation, we?"
Asada Saito laughed, "Go back to the big club."
"Hi!"
"Tasa" in Asada-Kawasaki is the "Miyajima Shrine" of Mt. Fuji on the top of Mount Fuji. It is the place where the of Mt. Fuji is worshipped. It is nearly four hundred meters away from the Mount Fuji and the Meteorological Observatory. The land of 10,000 square meters belongs to the shrine, and the land in Japan is scarce. From here, you can peep into the status of the Shrine of the Imperial Palace.
Several people walking in the streets of Shibuya, wearing strange and trendy young people, can not help but avoid such serious people.
The busy downtown will not stop for anyone, and the flow of people will soon return to normal.
Young people are tireless, and they don’t know that time is approaching. At 7 o'clock in the evening, some of them may become a page of the
Disappeared Population File
file. The young people of Shibuya who yearn for freedom, individuality and imitation by others, the detailed events of life, but just a piece of A4 paper can be expressed, abnormally small existence.
If you know that after death, is it so simple, will you waste the time of vain?
On the train to Shizuoka Prefecture, two slightly tired Chinese teenagers chose the window.
This is an evening in which the evening is stretched, and it is only 7 o'clock from the Tokyo time. It is 49 minutes behind. Lin Luodong blinked and smiled easily. "You really did, and you handed the small group to Wei Xue... When we go back, they are afraid to fight."
Huang Weijian did not answer. He turned his eyes to the window. The high-speed train cut the Japanese suburbs into pieces. He saw the snow white on the top of Fuji.
Seven or eight hours ago, they were still on the other side of the ocean. At this moment, they were already on the train to Shizuoka Prefecture. Huang Weijian’s calm appearance is not lower than Lin Luodong.
Anyway, this is an adventure for two teenagers.
However, sometimes because you are too young, you often miscalculate the degree of danger - this requires everyone to pay a lot of tuition fees before they can learn the true meaning of life.
Ticking, away from seven, getting closer...