Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Old man, I'm back." Mizuno Soichiro shouted rudely after entering the door, it was already after the early morning.

My grandson asked with concern: "Is this okay? It's one o'clock in the morning."

"It's okay, even if the stinky old man is asleep, he will wake up when he hears my voice... Hey! The stinky old man! The stinky old man!"

Mizuno Soichiro shouted several times, but after still getting no response, he became irritable. He patted my grandson Liang on the shoulder and showed an apologetic smile: "I'm making you laugh, Inuyo brother, I'll let the stinky old man get up. Make us some hangover soup."

My grandson Liang was very disdainful of his scolding appearance. How did such a guy give birth to a son as good as Mizuno Sora?

Either a genetic mutation, or Mizuno Sora's soul has been replaced.

But what does other people's affairs have to do with me? My grandson Ziliang is not a righteous person with a heart full of justice.

My grandson Liang leaned slightly against the wall and watched Soichiro Mizuno walk into the small room, but within a few minutes a scream almost penetrated the eardrum, but the scream stopped halfway, which was very abrupt.

It was as if Mizuno Soichiro grabbed his neck with his hands, covered his mouth and strangled to death.

"What's wrong? Big brother Mizuno." My grandson Ziliang slowly walked towards the small room, his footsteps lightly, which was very inconsistent with his weight of more than 200 kilograms.

"He he he he!!"

Soichiro rolled and crawled on the ground like a drowning dog, turning all the way to the door of the small room and hugging my grandson Liang's leg: "Dead, dead, he died?!"

"Dead?" My grandson Tzuliang took a few steps, his fat and gentle face instantly serious.

I saw an old man lying on the tatami with a thin quilt on his body, his face full of age spots was pale and scary, my grandson Liang has the technology of corpse identification, just glanced at it and probably determined that the old man died at least twenty years. As long as four hours, if the real person uses scientific technology to test, maybe the death time can be extended a little longer.

In other words, Soichiro Mizuno has not paid attention to the life and death of his father for a long time...

Really a jerk!

"What to do, he is dead, what to do." Soichiro Mizuno sobered up, and his body was full of alcohol.

"Don't panic." My grandson Ziliang calmly resembled a funeral director who has dealt with such scenes many times. "Contact the hospital, the funeral director first, and then go to the community newspaper..."

Hearing the advice given by my grandson, Soichiro Mizuno shook his head frantically: "No, no, absolutely cannot say, absolutely cannot report."

"why……"

"Don't you understand?" Mizuno Soichiro turned around and knelt in front of his father like a dutiful son, "If he had reported it, he would have died!"

"Dead? But he's dead now."

"It's the kind of death that was written off, and I can't get a pension anymore. How can you let me live without a pension? Have you sold the house?" The brother is so puzzled, "I won't sell the house until the last step, unless the other party gives more money."

"Successful people like you don't understand. Without a pension, we social worms can't survive in a cruel world."

I was stunned for a moment, and the back of my grandson Liang's head was slightly cold.

I understand that, as a person in a special organization, the dark side of society that my grandson has been exposed to is beyond what Soichiro Mizuno can imagine, and what Soichiro Mizuno is going to do, my grandson is also clear about it.

My grandson Liang looked at Soichiro Mizuno in surprise: "Then do you want it?"

"Yes! He is not dead yet, he is alive and well!" Soichiro Mizuno covered the old man's quilt. "The pension will still be paid on time, and it will be paid when he actually dies."

"Tomorrow is when the return visit personnel come, and it's very easy to deal with them. Anyway, I never seriously check it, it's just a cutscene." Mizuno Soichiro looked a little nervous, "I just need to say that the old man went out to find friends. To fool the past, anyway, the capitalists and the country have so much money, it doesn't matter if they give me more."

While speaking, Soichiro Mizuno was groping in the room, he felt the dark compartment under the tatami and pulled it open.

"Crack."

It is a small storage space.

This is a measure that many old houses have, but they are generally used to store banknotes or precious gold and silver jewelry.

Now it's empty inside, and the money is estimated to have been consumed long ago.

"Brother Dog, come and help, let's put this old man in... Anyway, cheating the pension is not a big problem. I didn't kill the old man. It doesn't matter if he is found out."

No, it will be punished.

My grandson Liang said silently in his heart, but he still helped Mizuno Soichiro.

Sentencing him for breaking the law is very far away. He is only performing official duties, and it is inevitable that he will make some small mistakes for official duties during the execution.

Seeing that the brother he just recognized was so reasonable, Soichiro Mizuno was moved to tears.

In the cramped room, the black shadows of the three people stretched infinitely, and the voices of Xixi and Susuo kept rubbing together.

After doing all this, Soichiro Mizuno let out a long sigh, slumped on the ground and was drained of all his strength.

My grandson is always on guard against Soichiro Mizuno's attack. It's not uncommon for people around me to suddenly kill people after they have done evil together, but I don't know if Soichiro is simply pitiful or timid, and he didn't show the slightest attack. impulse.

Maybe in his concept, this is just a trivial matter, and he won't kill the people around him for trivial matters.

"thanks, thanks."

If the two of them were still superficial brothers when they were drinking, now they feel like they have developed into the same people after they have done something wrong.

"No thanks... these are small things..."

"But...it's really..."

My grandson Liang smiled and pretended to deliberately change the topic: "You are the only one in such a big house now, Mizuno-san, are you really living separately from your son?"

When people are extremely nervous, if they catch the slightest vent, they will keep releasing them. At first, Soichiro Mizuno, who was very resistant to talking about his wife and children when drinking, finally let go of himself and chatted about everything about Sora Mizuno.

He also has the heart to divert topics. Although his conscience is dead, his head still knows what should be done and what should not be done.

Brother Inuyang is a good person who can rest assured, and he has done "good things" with himself. Now the two are grasshoppers on the same rope.

"That's right, your son is a gas bag in school, and he can't speak..."

"Hasn't he studied kendo?"

"Ah, I just thought of it suddenly... So he still has this habit?"

"The character is very cowardly, it doesn't look like you were born?"

Soichiro Mizuno sits cross-legged on the dark grid, and a middle-aged man talks about the story of his young son over the corpse of his old father.

My grandson Tzu-liang nodded as he listened. Intelligence work has its limits. Sure enough, some secret things are known only to the parties involved.

interesting!

My grandson Liang pulled the corners of his mouth and pinched his thigh with his right hand.

Frost Island Kiyomi's inspiration is indeed right, this Mizuno Sora has a problem.

Or, is he still Sora Mizuno?

Soichiro also warmly greeted my grandson Liang to stay overnight, but my grandson Liang was not big enough to live with the dead.

Summarize the information obtained from Soichiro, and then connect with the previous doubts.

My grandson Liang's heart was thumping, he felt like a traveler walking in a dark and deep tunnel, groping in the dark, advancing in the dark, and after seven turns and eight turns, he finally saw... no, smelled the sun. , After the sun suddenly brightened, it must be a brand new world.

After a night in the magical reality, he turned back into a little man lurking in the city and crept forward.

There was a breeze in Tokyo last night, and it was very cool to wake up in the morning. Office workers and students were running on the slopes, and there were also elderly people who came out to exercise in the morning. My grandson Liang was no different from millions of people.

"Master is about to come out, time is up."

"It's the master!"

However, when my grandson was walking slowly, his footsteps suddenly stopped and he turned his head to look to the other side. What happened to the crowd gathering early in the morning? Although this is not within the scope of my grandson's mission, he still Pay attention to observe a few more times.

The crowd gathered was a detention center in the North District. The detention center held suspects who had not yet been prosecuted. The management was loose, and it was roughly comparable to the detention center in Huaguo.

Within forty-eight hours, the police station will hand over the detention center. If the suspect has not been cleared after forty-eight hours, an additional ten-day review period will be added.

With so many people gathered in front of the detention center, the one who won't be imprisoned is Big Brother Jidao, right? The eldest brother is going to be released from the detention center, so the younger brothers come to greet them collectively?

But my grandson looked left and right, and the people gathered were all elderly people in their 70s and 80s, and there were no ruthless characters with broken limbs. They didn't look like retired cadres from the extreme way.

However, the doubts did not last long. Ten minutes later, the door of the detention center opened, and a monk walked out with a slight smile under the watchful eyes of the police.

"This monk..." My grandson took a few glances and then withdrew his gaze, "He is the leader of the attack on the palace."

The assault on the palace sounds like a story before the war, and of course after the defeat, but it is more subtle. The closest thing to an assault on the palace is the May 1st Labor Day rally in the 1940s and 1950s.

In order to oppose the emperor's politics and express dissatisfaction, on May 1 in the first few years, tens of thousands, with a peak of more than 200,000 people, gathered in the outer courtyard of the Imperial Palace to demonstrate. The kind written in Chinese.

Every year there are violent clashes in the demonstrations. My grandson still remembers a guy named Matsutaro Matsushima who was punished with 'disrespect' for holding a sign and mocking the emperor, but he was acquitted under the operation of Amelika— - Just kidding, it's disrespectful to fall off the altar.

If your emperor is disrespectful, what should we do, the emperor MacArthur?

The hungry people, led by Red, once broke into the dining area of ​​the Imperial Palace and ate the food of the Emperor's family, and the extravagant ingredients continued to ignite the anger of the people.

"It's really caught up with a good era." My grandson Liang shook his head and left quickly after knowing what was going on.

A hundred years ago, one of the people who attacked the imperial residence would not end well - if the Qing monarch succeeded, he said that he would make you a senior official of the frontier, and future generations will enjoy the shadow forever.

Seeing the monk walking out of the detention center, the crowd gathered in front of the gate became excited.

The elderly in the front row immediately supported the monk, as if he had suffered a lot in the detention center.

In fact, if you really want to commit a crime, you will be arrested and sent to the detention center. In fact, the treatment is quite good. The police guards in the detention center are also in the attitude of doing more than one less thing, and they are not even interested in talking with the prisoner.

"You really suffered in there, those savage lackeys."

"Knowing the news that you are coming out, I rushed here last night."

"Take a rest first."

The monk's face was full of tears and laughter, as if he had transformed into a star among the middle-aged and elderly.

These people are all left-wing groups on the island. At a time when young people in the island country are not interested in politics, only the elderly are actively involved in the action of reforming the country, but they have little influence.

"Thank you for Shi..."

It seems wrong to use the donor, but the monk is sincerely thankful. If a group of elderly people organized protests every day, he would not have been released from the detention center so quickly - the guard Zeng vaguely mentioned that he is now brought to the detention center. a lot of pressure.

Although there is no crime of disrespect now, it is easy for the police to detain him for a few more days and suffer.

"You're welcome, you are our leader now, and I haven't seen an organized person like you for a long time."

"Leader?" The monk paused, wondering what happened when he went to the public dinner.

"Yes, this country is full of smog right now. Let's see what it has become after the supernatural comes out? The police arbitrarily arrest people and shoot them~www.wuxiamtl.com~Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto suffer one after another!"

Extraordinary events have been officially described as great victories, but the deceased will not be resurrected. The pain of bereaved relatives is not something that TV mourning or insurance compensation can avoid, not to mention that some insurance companies will no longer use extraordinary events. Rejected within the scope of the claim.

This is a surging undercurrent buried under the surface of the country. The death of one person is the tragedy of a family, and a family represents the generations behind it.

The number of victims affected by the extraordinary incident is more than 250,000. There are many new forces in politics that only the elderly care about. The poor and the middle class. The Tokyo Parade is the outbreak of this force. The cloud still hasn't dissipated.

The scene of arm-in-arm pounding the imperial palace left a deep impression on many people present. According to word of mouth, the monk himself did not know that he had become a well-known figure in the small circle.

"Master, Master! Something went wrong."

A ragged vagabond finally got out of the crowd and grabbed the monk's hand as soon as he got up.