Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 154 My name is Akira Sakurai and I am a magician

The woman pulled up the clothes covering her shoulders and buried her head in it, like a silly ostrich that buried its head in the sand when it was in danger.

"Boss, please have two bowls of ramen." Akira Sakurai said to the ramen master.

"Another bottle of shochu! It must be hot!" The woman raised her hand.

Akira Sakurai looked at the boiled water beside him, and blinked at the boss, who understood.

"Hey, Mingjun, have we met before?"

A woman who is nearly thirty years old is charming and colorful, and she is at the most attractive age for women.

She leaned her head on her arm, and the eyeshadow in the corners of her eyes was light red and long and narrow. Looking at Akira Sakurai, her eyes seemed to contain a pool of autumn water, bright and moving.

Akira Sakurai's body froze for a moment, then he turned his head and asked, "Why did Sister Sakura say that?"

"Don't underestimate a woman's intuition." The woman smiled sideways, "Isn't it the first time you saw me? I can feel that you knew me a long time ago. When? Could it be you Is it the junior who secretly fell in love with me?"

"Hmm..." The woman tilted her head, her hair hanging down, "I don't think I'm the right age. I'm at least five years older than you, right? Could it be that we are in the same elementary school?"

Akira Sakurai was silent for a moment and said, "Sister Ying and I have never met before today in this life."

The woman keenly caught the special vocabulary in the mouth of this big boy.

She pursed her lips and said with a smile: "What's 'this life'? Could it be that Mingjun wants to say that we are lovers in the previous life? Hey, it seems that Mingjun's reincarnation was delayed for a few years!"

Akira Sakura forced a smile and said, "Sister Ying, if you don't meet me tonight, what will Sister Ying do?"

The dim shadows flashed uncontrollably in the woman's hazy drunken eyes, just like the gray seasons that always come across in life, she put her hands on her cheeks and was in a daze.

"Let me think about it... I went there today to get drunk, and I would choose a man who is pleasing to the eye to sleep with. If I didn't meet Mingjun..." The woman covered her face and said in a muffled voice, "It should be with someone who looks Good man, let's go to the room."

Good-looking man?

Sakurai was silent.

"Sister Ying, is this completely 'self-mutilation'?" He said blankly, "If you encounter bad guys, a drunk woman has no power to fight back, and her life and death will be in the hands of others. If you encounter any perverts, Sister Ying Is your life ruined?"

The woman couldn't help shivering, grabbing the coat draped over her shoulders with both hands, shrinking her neck, and she showed a rare little woman's posture when she looked like a strong woman before.

"Well... that's true." Her eyes were dim, and she said softly, "Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous. I thought it was revenge for that cheating scumbag, obviously... just hurting myself."

"Yes, this is not revenge at all, but an act of self-mutilation." Akira Sakurai pushed the hot water from the boss into the woman's hand, "It's just a scumbag. With Sister Sakura's conditions, it's almost a matter of minutes to find a better one." thing."

"Hello!" The woman held the hot water and felt the heat from the wall of the cup, and couldn't help shouting, "You guy, aren't you really an acquaintance of mine?"

"Actually, I really want to get to know Sister Ying earlier, but unfortunately the conditions don't allow it." Akira Sakura said with a wry smile, "I used to live in the mountains, where is Sister Ying?"

"In the mountains?" The woman was stunned for a while, then curled her lips and said, "It seems that I really don't know each other, I have never been in the mountains in my life."

The van suddenly fell silent.

Only the sound of rain falling outside the cloth cover and the sound of the boss cleaning up the soup pot can be heard.

"Here we come! Two bowls of soy milk ramen!" The ramen chef enthusiastically served two bowls of steaming ramen.

"Soy...soy milk ramen?" Akira Sakurai widened his eyes, looking at the milky white broth in front of him.

Ms. Sakura was surprised: "Ming Jun, haven't you seen soy milk ramen?"

"Not at all!" Akira Sakurai carefully pulled the ramen, which he had never seen before, closer to him, and sniffed it lightly. It really smelled like soy milk!
Ms. Ying sighed and said: "I only believe it now, Ming Jun, you really lived in the mountains before."

Akira Sakurai picked up the spoon with great interest, took a mouthful of dashi soup carefully, blew it into his mouth, and a taste he had never experienced spread in his mouth.

"Why did Mingjun help me today?" Miss Ying suddenly asked, and said meaningfully, "What women hate most is a man who is full of lies."

"Actually, I came here today to find Sister Sakura." Akira Sakurai lowered his head, the heat of the ramen rose on his face, and his expression was blurred by the heat.

"Didn't you just say that we've never met before?" the woman said angrily.

"Well, in this life!" Akira Sakurai raised his head, showing an ugly smile, as if he was trying to force himself, but also a kind of thankful smile from the bottom of his heart.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Miss Sakura froze there.

Akira Sakurai looked at the time and said, "It's almost time."

"What..." Ms. Sakura hadn't finished speaking when the phone in her pocket rang.

She took out her mobile phone, and before she connected it, she saw Akira Sakurai's calm smile.

This guy, did he expect this call just now?
She subconsciously looked down at the phone screen - mother.

"Hey, mom..."

There was a bombardment on the other end of the phone, and the love and concern from the mother tightly wrapped up the woman who had recently lost love.

"Um...no, I'm eating ramen with my colleagues...well, I'll be back soon...it's soy milk ramen! I'm really eating it. If you don't believe me, I'll take a photo for you...Um, I'll be right back..."

Listening to the anxious and worried mother's voice on the phone, Miss Sakura's nose ached.

"Mingjun... who are you?" Ms. Ying put down her phone and asked in a low voice, "You...have already predicted my mother's call, right?"

Akira Sakurai pointed to the round clock hanging in the carriage, and said softly, "Sister Ying, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the last train."

The woman looked up in a daze, then jumped up suddenly, hurriedly put on her bag, took out her wallet to pay, but one hand was on her wallet.

"How can you leave things like paying the bill to a woman. Hurry up and catch the subway, Sister Ying, don't miss the last bus back home!"

This big boy, who was clearly meeting for the first time but seemed to know him a long time ago, opened an umbrella for her, handed the handle of the umbrella to her hand, and pushed her out of the van.

He waved his hands through the rain and bid her farewell loudly.

The woman who was chasing the last subway with an umbrella turned her head around the corner, and saw the blurred figure not far away under the dim light through the rain curtain.

She suddenly had a kind of enlightenment.

This is their first encounter and it will be the last.

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"Boss, have a bottle of sake!"

In the van, Akira Sakurai, who had not yet left, raised his hand and ordered a bottle of sake.

The ramen chef brought the hot sake in front of him, said nothing, and continued to work on his own business.

Akira Sakurai drank alone in the drizzle tonight.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but there are no customers in the ramen restaurant today.

Under the bright yellow lights of the van, there were only Akira Sakurai sitting at the long table drinking alone, and the ramen chef humming a little tune in front of the soup pot.

"How long has uncle been working here?"

"Decades."

"Hey, have you been making ramen for decades?"

"Ah."

"How did uncle persist?"

"Only with love."

The two idlers chatted inexplicably.

"Mingjun, why didn't you take that girl to open a room just now?" The ramen chef asked curiously, "Could it be that you are a vegetarian?"

"...How come, it's just that I have someone I like, and I didn't find Sister Ying for this kind of thing."

"What is that for?"

"Atonement."

"Atonement?"

"Well. Uncle has lived in Tokyo for so many years, what do you think?"

"How do you feel? I don't think so. If I have to say it, I really want to move to France."

"Uncle has lived here for so many years, don't you like this city at all?"

The ramen chef put down the rag, raised the curtain, and looked at the city covered with a layer of tulle under the drizzle and slanting wind. He has lived in this city for decades, but he has not fallen in love with this city until now.

"If I have to say it, it's probably because there is no one I love or anyone who loves me in this city."

The ramen chef shrugged, lowered the curtain, and turned to look at the soup pot.

"Then why don't you go to a city where there is someone who loves you?" Akira Sakurai shook the shochu in the glass, drunk, and whispered softly, "There must be something here that you have to keep, uncle. ?”

Heavy raindrops made a crackling sound on the roof of the van. The rain outside became heavier at some point, and the chill in the air quickly intensified.

The torrential rain hit the surrounding wood and houses with a history of nearly a hundred years, and the rain ran down the tile troughs, shooting silver parabolas in the night.

"Where is Mingjun from?"

"Me? Well, it's a rural place, and I've been living in the mountains before."

"Dashan? That's really rare. How long have you been in Tokyo?"

"Three days, I'm leaving tonight."

"In such a hurry?"

"No way, there are still some people who want to meet."

"In the past few days, has Mingjun fallen in love with this city?"

"Why do you ask that, uncle?"

"I have stayed in this city for decades, not because I like this city so much, but because I am the same as Mingjun."

The ramen chef sat next to Akira Sakurai with a bottle of sake, shaking the glass, listening to the sound of the rain outside, he seemed to be drunk before drinking the wine.

"Same?"

"That's right, didn't Mingjun say that he was atoning for sin?" The ramen master smiled.

Akira Sakurai was taken aback.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the sound of rain that was close at hand. The rain splashed on the ground and occasionally splashed on his trousers.

"Is uncle also atoning for himself?"

"Yes, everyone has their own sins." The ramen master took out the silver cross from his collar and held it in his palm, saying in a low voice, "You should repent of your sins and pray to the Lord, or the thoughts in your heart may be forgiven .”

"Is this the Bible?" Akira Sakurai didn't expect this uncle to be a devout believer.

"Excerpted from Chapter 8, Verse 22 of the Bible: Acts of the Apostles." The ramen chef returned to the soup pot with the wine bottle.

"Uncle, do you believe there is a god in this world?" Akira Sakurai suddenly asked.

"Of course." The ramen chef turned his back to him and said softly, "If there is no God, then who will rain down the thunder and flames on me, a sinner?"

His back was tall and desolate, as if he was saying something that was enough to crucify a person for a lifetime.

You can repent, you can atone, but you will never be free, because God will not forgive you.

"I believe it too." Sakurai Akira's voice came from behind him word by word.

The ramen master paused while holding the spoon, and looked at the young man in surprise for the first time.

Akira Sakurai drank the last of the wine in the glass, stood up and propped up the umbrella beside him, lifted the cloth cover of the van, and strode into the pouring rain.

The figure of the man under the rain was gradually washed away, like a brush and ink faded in the water.

Only the hot and deep ambition in the sound of wind and rain was left behind.

"Uncle, I really believe in the gods in this world, because God has given me the chance to change my destiny."

"I'm sorry that I lied to you just now. I'm not here to make amends. I'm here to let myself go."

"If you say that you are waiting for the thunder and fire from the sky to wash away your sins, then I am waiting for the dawn to rise and the first ray of dawn to illuminate our dark world."

"We don't believe in fate anymore."

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"The location of Akira Sakurai has been locked."

"where is he?"

"On a train bound for Hokkaido."

"Prepare for a roundup operation."

"Yes! Let me confirm again, I want to catch alive, right?"

"Well, Dad said that he may have the secrets we need, so we give priority to catching the living ones."

"Understood. We plan to carry out the capture mission on the Xiashan Bridge,"

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On the tracks, the train rumbled all the way north, passing through the mountains, leaving white smoke trails.

This is an old-fashioned steam locomotive, the speed is slow, and the destination is far away in Hokkaido. Every small station on the way has to stop, so passengers often have to sit on the train for 12 hours.

It stands to reason that no one cares about such a train, but every spring, many young people choose to take this train. The reason is that this slow train travels on the mountain railway track laid decades ago, and it is rare along the way. nice view.

Passengers who like to take this car are mostly high school students on school trips and young lovers.

Staying with the person you like for 12 hours in the old-fashioned tin train, watching the washed green mountains outside the window one by one behind you, every girl will want to rest her head on a boy's shoulder.

Akira Sakurai sat quietly by the window, waiting for the end of this trip.

This was the No.15 day of his escape, and he met fifteen women along the way.

Those women were not his lovers, nor were they pen pals or netizens whom he had known for many years but had never met.

There is a relationship between victim and murderer.

In another trajectory of fate, Akira Sakurai, who did not meet that adult, swallowed the poisonous hope, chose to ignite his own life in exchange for the opportunity to touch the light, and embarked on a road of no return.

On that road, Akira Sakurai, who was swallowed by power and dragon blood, followed fifteen women one after another and brutally killed them one by one.

On that road, he is a beast indulging in black desires, and no resounding Buddhist voice or holy prayer can replace his humanity.

He was a murderer.

And Ms. Sakura was once a victim.

This is the relationship between them.

There is no love that travels through time and space, across the world, there is only a boy who has committed an irreparable mistake looking back at the corner of fate.

Footsteps stopped beside him.

this moment.

He smelled the fragrance of grass and trees in the dream again.

"Is it Madoka?" Akira Sakurai looked back.

Standing beside him was a girl who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying a Hello Kitty backpack, with a youthful aura all over her body, and she also had a pair of beautiful long legs.

The girl hesitated whether to sit down and talk, her feet in small square shoes tapped nervously on the ground.

Hearing that her name was directly reported, Madoka was stunned, and bowed deeply: "Yes, yes! I am Ofang Yuan. How did senior know my name?"

"I, my name is Akira Sakurai, I am a magician, so I know your name, we are destined to meet."

It seems that the distant mountains of Daixi are stretching into the distance outside the window, and the dust is dancing in the sun, and the morning light falls on the boy's fair face.

He smiled and looked at the girl in front of him, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes and dripped to the ground.

He finally ushered in the end of this trip.

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