My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 75 Celti, see above.

Fujiwara Hoshizo knew Yukino Risa's real name.

Know about it probably a year ago.

But who told her to say that her name was Yukino Risa at first, so he didn't intend to change her name.

Since you lied to me from the beginning, please continue to lie to me.

Besides, don't I also hide the secrets of the system? Don't put it bluntly, everyone has a thorn in their hearts. It's really suitable for you to hide from me.

As long as both parties close their eyes tacitly, wouldn't they not be able to see the elephant in the room?

It must be so.

As for her position within the Nine Divisions, Fujiwara Xingkong was not very clear and did not ask.

But one thing is for sure, Yukino Risa knew how she transcended the urban legend, but she did not choose to confess it to the top management of the Nine Sections, nor did she mention it to anyone.

That's enough.

Niijima put down his phone and looked over with extremely complicated eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. If the heart is complicated, then the eyes will inevitably be complicated.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the time, and it was nine o'clock in one minute.

There is no time to appease my sister-in-law.

He put on the Pikachu helmet, took a step, and jumped onto the motorcycle.

Not the back seat, but squeezed to sit on the fuel tank.

Turning around, he smiled and said, "Xiaozhen, back off, let me do it!"

Niijima cursed coldly: "Get off!"

"You treat your brother-in-law like this?"

"To shut up!"

"Sister Risa will be very sad if she sees you like this."

Why is this person so shameless!

Niijima was so mad that he really wanted to throw him off on the spot, but deep in his heart he didn't want to disobey his sister's words, so he was very entangled.

Behind him, a black figure was running on National Highway 254.

The red warning lights of several patrol cars broke the tranquility of the night, and the dry and screaming warning sound reached everyone's ears.

Fujiwara Hoshizora and Niijima Makoto looked back at the same time.

The black locomotive without headlights came from the darkness like a ghost.

"Oh, it's really the Headless Horseman, so handsome!"

Saito Asuka was extremely excited. In contrast, Ishigamichuan was thinking about how to synthesize this figure if he wanted to express it on the computer.

More than a dozen members of the gangster group became restless. They may know that the headless horseman is a murderous demon, but they have no idea how serious the matter will be.

Even if you are a murderous demon, are there more than a dozen of us here afraid of you?
Not only did they think so, but the ordinary citizens gathered on the roadside to watch the excitement also thought so.

They all naturally accepted the existence of the Headless Horseman. I don't know if it was because the undeniable and generous knight could not be a dream, or they had long regarded her as a part of the city.

Some of them may write about what happened at that time on the Internet, but the result is nothing more than a matter of course, and they are laughed at.

The black locomotive slipped under the truck and got rid of the Metropolitan Police Department's patrol car.

Ahead of the road, you can see the roadblocks that have been set up. Beside the wide-eyed warning, the person carrying the Dongdian logo camera looks very excited. It seems to be the staff of the TV station shooting documentary crime programs.

Even facing the camera, Celti raised his weapon without hesitation.

It was a large scythe with a length of more than three meters.

Shoot as much as you want, watch as much as you want, and imprint the appearance of monsters on this world!

This is my life.

These are the traces I have left over the years.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

She no longer wants to hide in the darkness, but chooses to implement herself in the darkness regardless of good and evil.

Traveling across the sea to a strange country, but nothing has changed, it is no different from the days in Ireland, everything is going around in circles.

The days are as plain as water, without too much hope or despair in daily life.

If anything has changed, it's only a new landscape.

Ginkgo trees and residential buildings, crows and lake water, shrines with steep stone steps, torii gates with peeling paint, small railway tracks, huge tram stations, coffee shops and snack shops next to each other, dilapidated and cracked asphalt pavement, The guardrail winding on the ramp, the high school wall covered with vines, these sights that can be seen everywhere in this city, have unconsciously penetrated into the depths of memory.

The cherry blossoms bloom and disperse. Days of rain wash the streets, the sun scorches the earth, white clouds wander high, the leaves are dyed gold and fall, the wind is as cold as ice, and the Christmas tree stands tall in the heavy snow. In a blink of an eye, the cherry blossoms bloom again .

The years are constantly speeding up, time is like an endless swamp, everyone is deeply stuck in it.

Swinging the huge scythe at the explosion-proof police car, Celti realized that since the moment she made herself public, she seemed to like this city more than before.

Maybe there is something here that haunts me even more than the missing head.

The explosion-proof police car was cut in the middle, and in the exposed gap, the teenager on the blue and white locomotive waved at her.

A smile that seeps into white sunlight is clearly visible through the goggles.

The policeman on the roadside fired a shot, and the bullet broke the goggles and embedded itself inside the helmet.

In that supposedly empty space, someone seemed to be laughing.

Shadow, indeed, smiled.

"Hello, Miss Strülson."

"My name is Fujiwara Xingkong, nice to meet you."

The boy's greeting came from the front, it was a very hearty voice, so crisp and without a trace of haze, as if the blue sky was saying hello to him, it was refreshing.

Celty increased the accelerator, and the roar of the engine passed for a moment, and soon returned to calm.

The black locomotive accelerated suddenly, leaving behind a ghostly afterimage.

Fujiwara stared back at Niijima, and said very seriously: "I don't want Risa-san to be sad, so I can't let you get hurt. Be obedient, sit in the back seat, and I'll deal with Celty."

"I'm one year older than you!" Niijima really emphasized a little.

Although she was very annoyed at his old-fashioned appearance, but out of her trust in her sister, she finally retreated to the back seat reluctantly.

"Where are you people from the Ninth Division?"

"In the alley ahead."

"Let someone come out, I have something to order."

"You're annoying!" Niijima glared at him and patted the communicator in his ear.

"Come out alone."

As her voice fell, a white locomotive rushed out of the alley on the side of the road.

"You, take the two of them." Fujiwara Xingkong pointed to his two classmates, and said to the members of the nine subjects on the white locomotive: "Follow us all the way, but we are not allowed to get close."

"As long as you stay far away and don't get close to the Headless Horseman, you won't be her target, understand?"

Miyano Mamoru thought to himself, who are you?Why should I listen to you, a high school student?

baffling.

He shifted his gaze to Makoto Niijima, who nodded in confusion.

This is even more strange, why the always proud team leader Niijima would listen to this high school student.

Miyano Mamoru glanced at Fujiwara Starry Sky again, and suddenly scratched his head through the helmet, and realized belatedly, it turns out that handsome people can indeed do whatever they want.

"Yo ho!" Saito Asuka cheered and jumped on the back seat of the motorcycle, followed by Ishigami Sikawa.

"Ishigami." Fujiwara Hoshizora said: "Look at it with your heart and record it with your heart. What happened tonight will definitely be an unforgettable memory in your life."

Ishigamikawa asked: "Are we going to drag the car?"

"Of course." Fujiwara Hoshizora snapped his fingers, "The opening chase scene, this is the law."

Ishigamikawa nodded heavily.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.

He bent down and twisted the accelerator with his right hand.

"boom"

The blue-and-white behemoth let out a deep roar, like a sledgehammer hitting a drum.

This is a roar that can make the adrenaline of any man soar.

Behind him, a gust of cold wind blows.

It's like someone blew a breath on the back of your neck.

"Hey."

With a call, Niijima put his hands on his shoulders awkwardly.

"What's the matter with you and your sister?"

In the rearview mirror, the black ghost was less than ten meters away.

"I'll tell you later, hold on tight!"

Fujiwara Xingkong let go of the clutch, and the moment the black ghost caught up with him, the gas pedal slammed, and the blue-and-white giant roared and jumped out like an arrow leaving the string.

"Damn it, don't"

Niijima hasn't finished speaking yet.

The huge acceleration caused her to lean back, and the words she wanted to say were forced back into her mouth by the strong wind.

(End of this chapter)