The villain's love literacy

"I'm really, really sorry! Sorry, I mistook you for someone I knew!"

The boy's face turned red all of a sudden, he apologized to the blond woman stammeringly, quickly bowed a few times and fled in a hurry.

And Sylvia was still standing there, staring blankly at the back of the boy leaving.

Kamado Tanjiro, even though she hadn't seen that child a few times, his conspicuous mottled scars still fresh in her memory, almost exactly the same as Ji Guoyuan.

Why... is he here?

At that time, she remembered that according to the Gregorian calendar, by the time Tanjiro and the others appeared, it was around the time of World War II. Even if some people were resurrected through resurrection, they would definitely not live to this age—no, it should be said that they are now young when.

Looking hesitantly at the direction Tanjiro left, he couldn't see anything anymore, the crowd closed the gap that had been opened just now, and the people who had stopped to watch the excitement because of them before also raised their feet again.

He disappeared into the vast crowd, but Sylvia knew he would never be alone.

Since he exists, his friends and even people from that world may appear here.

And she didn't know how to face them at all, and even wanted to leave Japan immediately.

Tanjiro suddenly saw the blonde and blue-eyed person, of course he wouldn't see her as Yayoi Asagiri, and ran away in a hurry.But when he recovers, will he find that she looks very similar to "Yayoi Asagiri"?

After all, apart from the difference in hair color and eyes in each life, the face is actually not too different, there is only a slight difference, what if he realizes that he wants to find her again?

Almost immediately, Sylvia turned around and left, not wanting to wander any longer.

But...it’s a pity to leave Japan like this, maybe I can go to other places to see, Hakone or famous places worth visiting such as Jingdong, Hokkaido, Okinawa, right as a vacation.

After thinking for a while, I took a step and planned to go back to the hotel first.

Little did they know that all of this just now was seen by others.

There was a car parked at the intersection not far away, and the obstacle of the pedestrian street made it park only in the closest place outside, but it was able to clearly see what happened on the street.

The man in the rear right seat was wearing a white suit, black shirt, and an uncreased silver tie with intricate patterns.Under the top hat of the same color, slightly curly hair was exposed, and the strange plum red eyes were fixed on the back of the blonde woman, until she was completely blocked by the crowd and could no longer see the slightest bit before finally looking away.

Sitting next to him was a man with long black hair and a high braid. If Sylvia could see it, he would be shocked. He looked so much like Ji Guoyuan—or rather, Ji Guoyuan Be like him.

The eyes that were originally indifferent to everything were a little surprised, and even the body slightly left the back of the seat.

And the color of the eyes of the man with the oak hair sitting in the front seat is even more dreamy. They are actually made up of seven colors. Even the various neon lights of the commercial street reflected are not as good-looking as his original eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he had no warmth except for the excitement of watching the excitement, his body leaned crookedly against the car door, and he sighed pretendingly.

The driver of the car was just an ordinary subordinate. At this moment, he was too frightened by the sudden change in the atmosphere in the car to dare to take a breath. He looked tentatively at the rearview mirror, but met the red sight on the right rear. in the driver's seat.

"No, Lord Wu Mi..."

Compared with the former ghost king's reprimand, Tong Mo looked at Wu Mi from the mirror with a smile, and covered the lower half of his cheeks with the fan he held in his hand all year round.

"Master Wu Mi, don't you want to go and investigate?"

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou stared at him coldly, without any ups and downs in his tone.

"drive."

But my heart is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.

Of course he remembered how Kamado Tanjiro found him on the streets of the town at night. At that time, he was disguised as a human being, and the boy could locate him so far away just by smell. There must be something special about finding that woman reason.

The smell of the soul... doesn't change.

But after all, they were in the middle of the crowd, and they were far away from each other. They could vaguely see the woman's appearance, which was different from anyone they knew in terms of outline, but that face... was the obsession in his heart too much. So deep that it looks so similar?

Forget it, if I didn't get out of the car to find out, it meant I had missed it.

Plum red eyes glanced across the noisy crowd indifferently, and finally lowered their gaze.

However, the man beside him had another idea.

Of course Ji Guoyansheng knew who Asagiri Yayoi was, and if Tong Mo could guess who that woman looked like, so could he.But the difference in this life is that he didn't break up with his younger brother, nor did they run counter to each other.

Onimai Tsuji Mumi is now a businessman, although his temper is not very good, and Yuya Ubuyashiki, who belongs to the same family, is the principal of the school that Muyou especially hates.

Master Wu Mi didn't mean to inquire carefully, but Ji Guoyan Sheng was hesitant to tell Yuan Yi about it.Last time... There were too many regrets between them. If it was really Yayoi Asagiri, maybe they could at least say a few more words to resolve the previous misunderstanding.But even Wu Mi can't be sure, he has no way to guarantee that she is, and he is afraid of giving Yuan Yi too much hope because of this, and then cruelly withdrawing it.

After Mr. Wu Mi no longer pays attention to this matter, he will investigate in detail.

It's just that it depends on fate even more. It's hard to say whether a foreigner will still be in Tokyo by then.

Back at the hotel, Sylvia was rarely flustered.

Still going upstairs from the same elevator, she stared at the world under her feet slowly shrinking through the transparent glass, not knowing where to go next for a while.

To be honest, she panicked a little.

"Resurrection, do you remember what Aizen said about the ability to integrate time and space? Do you have any clues?"

The golden double just shook his head innocently.

But she didn't dare to tell her master that she had seen Senju Hashirama and Senju Higama - which means that Uchiha Madara is not far away - for fear that Sissi would not be able to bear the news.

Once she is really discovered, there may not even be a place to hide. First of all, "Enthusiasm" will always pay attention to her location, and it is very likely that she will not be given any chance to escape.

Besides, with the abilities of those people that Sissy provoked in these worlds, it is too easy to catch her.

It's hard not to be exposed, but as long as you don't admit it and pretend to be stupid, you may be able to fool this matter.

I didn't expect to encounter this kind of problem on the first day when I first came to Japan. What if I meet other people immediately after that?

Compared to the annoyance of resurrection, Sylvia thought about it for a while and put it behind her.

She planned not to go out all day tomorrow, and spent the next day thinking about where to go next, before making preparations for departure.

Early the next morning, Silvia received a call from Italy.

It was Bucciarati, who said that they were going to Japan soon to be invited to participate in an event, and the main cadres she had met that day would be there, and of course the godfather himself would also be there.

"A commercial ball, not very formal, I think you'll like it, it's a good place to relax."

What they didn't say is that they think that Sylvia needs to socialize in an appropriate amount and cannot be cut off from the outside world. They didn't expect and couldn't figure out why she went to Japan first, but it just so happened that they also have business to discuss, so they can go and see See how she is now.

She needs to escape now, maybe she hasn't decided where to go next, or maybe Bugarati's voice is too persuasive, and Sylvia inexplicably agreed to his request after chatting with him for a while.

"Where is this ball, then?"

"We will be responsible for sending you there, don't worry about it, we will pick you up when we arrive in Japan."

Bucciarati on the other side of the phone assured him that he didn't want Sylvia to worry about these trivial things anymore.

The next day, she waited for the mafias who came from afar. It seemed that someone was here to meet them. When she got off the plane, she didn't know what to do. Anyway, everything was well arranged from the time she received her.

Fogg said it was an entertainment from the organization that held the ball.

Sylvia noticed the word "organization" and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"The Japanese mafia?"

Buccarati chuckled, seeming to have misunderstood Sylvia's reaction as worry.

"They are all legal and compliant activities. We are not the only ones invited. Many famous and status businessmen in Japan will also attend."

Then she almost understood the nature of the dance, and didn't really want everyone to dance.This is just a pretense to let people from this class and the circle get together to communicate and communicate.

She had heard about similar activities from her father before, but she was not qualified enough to actually participate.

I’m afraid it’s not too easy for so many high-level executives to attend the dance party. She guessed that Giorno and the others came to discuss business. I heard that she came to Japan and brought her to have fun. Such activities are always harmless. of.

Sylvia herself is also very curious. If she can meet new friends here, she may be introduced to some places worth visiting.

Until the driver announced that he would arrive at the destination soon, Sylvia looked out the window and saw the familiar high-rise buildings in the port, as well as the concession that was sunken and became a slum across the sea.

She had the urge to get out of the car and fly back to Italy overnight.

But I agreed to everything, and it seemed strange that I couldn't say no.

Why didn't she think of the Japanese mafia?Even people from time and space who seem less able to integrate with this world have appeared, and Hong Kong gangsters and Wuzhen will be missing?