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A soft heat source fell on the face, and the dream suddenly scattered like scraps of white paper taken away by the wind. The eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled, and he stretched out his hand to throw away the white balls on his face. go out.

The blond-haired young man opened his eyes, with a few traces of confusion in his eyes, which quickly became clear.

This is a small bedroom. The windows are not covered by curtains, but the tulle on the inner layer of the curtains is drawn. A few rays of orange-red light shines into the room, and the white sheets are also stained. .

There was no other sound, he was alone here.

people……

He sat up and looked at his feet, where a white cat was nestled together and seemed to be sleeping.

Pulling the vest on his body, this is still a teenager's figure, and he seems to have become smaller (but not so small) after being poured with APTX4869.After a pause of two seconds, she pulled back the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the window.

In the distance is the sea.

Unobstructed views of coastal cities bathed in the rising sun.This height is about a hundred meters. Judging from the placement of such individual furniture in the room, it is definitely not a hotel.

On the other wall opposite the window is a desk, beside the desk and opposite the bed, there is a bookshelf.However, what is placed on the bookshelf is not books, but scattered folders and bound papers.

The young man dragged himself to the desk. On the desk was a schoolbag that suited his age. The textbooks were basically messy and randomly placed on the desk without any signs of flipping through them.

A mobile phone with a black shell was plugged into the charger. He reached out and pressed the screen, and the battery bar that popped up showed that the battery was full.The screen saver is a landscape photo, the proportion of the ocean and the sky in the photo is not very good, it is estimated that the owner took it casually.

Opening the lock screen, the current date and time are displayed, and the GPS location is displayed as Yokohama.The young man clicked on the chat software, and the latest news was sent by a person named "Lao Mazi".

【Old lady: I'll come over later. 】

And his reply was-

【it is good. 】

The time was eleven o'clock last night. Generally speaking, according to this time, the last face he saw should be this "old lady".

Opening the communication list, the young man intends to look at his contacts, and by the way, speculate on his relationship with them from the chat records.However, he looked at the notes of these people and fell into deep thought.

It seems that this person and he don't like to give other people a good name.

However, for name and identity information, you can find a lot of clues from the chat history.

After a few minutes.

"..." Are the identities and names of these people serious?

Open Google Chrome and enter the names of his "acquaintances".

——There is no such person.

"..." Is the literary circle okay?

I clicked on the latest news, browsed through it roughly, and soon found something wrong.If you don't understand something, continue to Google.

[Hero, hero.Interpretation: 1. Refers to a person who is capable of being brave. 2. Refers to a person with heroic qualities. 3. An admirable person who is selfless, selfless, and bravely fights for the interests of the people...]

[Personality is also called "personality", which refers to the mental outlook or inner appearance of a person...]

"..." Well, without "personality", without "enemies", society would not need "heroes".

but.

The young man raised his hand, and a small orange flame burst out from his hand.

It's flames, not explosions.

His personality still exists in some form, it's just a lot less convenient.

Putting down the phone, opening the drawer, and groping around, the entire drawer on the first floor is covered with small diamond-shaped squares, the front and back of the squares are black and white, and the word "positive" is engraved densely.There is a small hole on the top of the rhombus, which is probably used as a pendant after passing through.

Thinking about it, the young man raised his hand and pulled out a pendant from his collar, which was the same as the diamond-shaped piece in the drawer. The black side had more "positive" characters than the white side.

Is it recording something?

Whether it's the piece on my neck or the one in the drawer, the word "正" on the black side is almost completely scratched out, while the word "正" on the white side is very few, but judging by the arrangement of the diamonds in the drawer , the number of "positive" characters on the white side is slowly and steadily increasing.

Putting down the pendant and opening the next drawer, there is nothing worth noting.

In the bottom layer of the drawer, I found three student ID cards.The ID photo on the student ID card is a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, whose name is Hongxiang Hehui.According to the oldest book, combined with the grade of the textbook on the table, he should be a sophomore in Haichang High School now.

Hong Xiang Hehui

He Hui

katsuki

It's spelled differently, but the pronunciation is the same.

but.

The fingers of his left hand wrapped around the sideburns around his ears, and a few strands of golden hair appeared in his sight. He held his student ID card in his right hand, and brushed his fingers over the green pupils of the young man in the photo.

Put down the student ID card and turn to the left rear, there is a reddish-brown wardrobe on the right side of the window.The wardrobe is about two meters high. When the door is opened, there is a full-length mirror attached to the door.

The mirror reflected the orange light that entered the room from the window, and there was an extra beam of reflected light in the room where the lights were not turned on, making it much brighter.The blond young man in the mirror has a slender figure, the contrast between the black vest and the slightly white skin is sharp, the face shape is still familiar to him, the most important thing is that the pupils are emerald green, like a deep lake, and the bottom cannot be seen through scene.

It's not red anymore...

There are a lot of clothes in the closet, but the dressing style is basically the same as myself. That's right, this person is also Katsuki Torogo.

The men's high school uniform hanging on the far left should be the uniform of his high school, but he just saw the time on his mobile phone.In July, it's summer vacation.

It is obviously a small bedroom, and the room has its own bathroom. If you have enough money, you can spend the rest of your life in this room just by ordering takeout.

Hong Xiang complained a little in his heart, and went into the bathroom. The position of the toiletries on the sink was also according to his own placement habits.

A room that never existed in the memory, a trace of the existence of "Hongxiang Hehui".

Hey, the world line is wrong.

——“It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world.”

Splashing water on his face, he opened his eyes, and the emerald pupils reappeared in the mirror.

There are all kinds of clothes, and there are many styles. Although the clothes are quite good, the formal clothes are a bit too much, accounting for half of them.

The suits are all matched and matched. At a glance, there are more than a dozen sets, and there are several long coats.Does he need so many black suits as a sophomore in this world?

Hong Xiang picked out a casual outfit, white lining with denim, his cell phone in his pocket, and a pair of sneakers from the shoe cabinet below.

After closing the cabinet door, the coat rack next to the wardrobe was revealed, and a set of black windbreaker that was as long as the calf was hanging on the hanger.The blond young man paused, and opened the door next to the coat rack.

"Squeak!"

Xiao Bai pulled from the soles of Hong Xiang's feet and climbed onto the young man's shoulders.

"Meow!"

The white cat that was still coiled by the bed just now also jumped quickly and jumped onto Hongxiang's other shoulder.

The outside of the room was not the corridor that Hongxiang had expected, but a huge office.There is no other comparison, and Hong Xiang doesn't know if this office is considered big, but at a glance, it is at least bigger than the room he just woke up in.

It seems that this tall building is an office building.The school uniform and formal clothes in the closet... It seems that I am a student with multiple jobs. Speaking of which day it is today, the student is on summer vacation, which does not mean that it is a vacation.

There are not many things here, but it does not look empty. The desk is at the innermost part of the room, and there is a sofa and a coffee table in front of another door. There is a kettle on the locker. It is estimated that there are black tea and coffee in the door. of.

To the right of the window, is a transparent cabinet with rows of black file folders inside.

The windows are large, and the sea level in the distance can be seen clearly through the transparent glass.But as we all know, the place directly in front of the window is the place with the best lighting, but the desk in this room is on the left side of the window, and the position of the office chair and the outermost side of the window form a dead angle.

—Prevent assassination.

For some reason, this word suddenly flashed in my mind.

On the red sandalwood desk, the office area in the center is already empty, and a stack of paper documents is placed on one side of the desk. These are the documents that have been processed.A black denim jacket hangs on the back of an office chair behind the desk.Hong Xiang stepped forward, just stood by the table, picked up a document and glanced at it.

This is a transaction contract, there are several, and the bottom of the last page has the signatures of both parties.

Kasper Hekemedia and Hong Xiang Hehui.

Hong Xiang took out a blank piece of paper and signed a few names for comparison.

Very good, it's my own handwriting.

The contract has a strict format and the terms are very serious. Casper is the seller and Hongxiang is the buyer. The two parties agreed on the delivery location and delivery time. The representative groups are Hecmatial and PortMafia.

Mafia?

"……"silence.

Looking at the transaction list of the goods again, the blond youth was even more speechless.

……

Soviet Tokarev pistol

Russian Viper Pistol

Czech CZ83 pistol

American M1911A1 pistol

American Ruger P85 pistol

German HKP7 pistol

Chinese QSG92 pistol

German P229 pistol

American Colt M2000 pistol

Austrian Model 17 pistol

Italian □□92F pistol

German USP pistol

L85A1 assault rifle

Swiss SG550 5.56mm assault rifle

Israel Galil 5.56 (7.62) mm assault rifle

Belgian FNC 5.56mm assault rifle

Austrian AUG assault rifle

Chinese Type 95 5.8mm assault rifle

French FAMAS assault rifle

German G36 assault rifle

American M16 5.56mm assault rifle

Russian AK47 assault rifle

American M110 self-propelled artillery

Lwrcsabr, USA

American McmillanTAC50

……

Combined with the transaction list of several other contracts on the desk, Hong Xiang figured it out.It turns out that the port mafia in Yokohama ruled the docks, owned the first batch of imported arms, and then sold the arms at a high price to gangsters in Japan in a controlled manner, balancing the power of each gang while earning the difference...

No, the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.

Isn't the point and difficulty that this is an arms sale contract?