Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 124, Section 061: Four Storyboard Panels
Gluttony opened his eyes and found himself in bed.

"Awake?" Yan Wuxun had just stopped working and was picking his teeth with an air of nonchalance.

I don't quite understand what "binge eating" means.

Bean was intently watching the news on TV, though he couldn't understand most of it. He saw that Gluttony had woken up and waved to him in a friendly manner.

"Um... excuse me..."

Yan Wuxun waved his hand impatiently: "What's with all this 'Arnold' stuff? Let's communicate using translation software!"

Binge-eating was a sensible person; he could tell the other person intended to communicate via phone, so he took out his phone and added the other person in his message:
"Thank you for saving my life."

Yan: "Give me the money."

Gluttony scratched his head. He had just woken up and was penniless. He then said:
"I'll go back and get it for you right away."

"Kid, you're trying to trick me. Tell me the location, I'll come get it." Yan Wuxun said, annoyed.

Douzi leaned closer, her big eyes blinking: "What's wrong?"

"This kid wants to dine and dash," Yan Wuxun said irritably.

At that moment, Gluttony caught a glimpse of the television. On the news, a female reporter was describing the tragedy that had occurred the previous night to the camera.

"In response to the provocations and attacks by terrorist organizations, the defense force launched a strong counterattack, successfully rescuing hostage Officer Fujiwara and bringing the perpetrators to justice. Currently, the authorities have intervened and will further crack down on illegal activities."

In the background, thick smoke has not yet dissipated, and the former opera house has been reduced to ruins.

A sense of foreboding washed over him, and he hurriedly asked, "What time is it? How long have I been unconscious?"

Yan Wuxun was too lazy to type, so he just made a "four" gesture.

Four days!

What happened to those arrogant people?

He checked and found that the secret communication in the group had ended the night before with a message from Jealousy: "We are finishing up for the opera house."

opera……

Gluttony stared at the billowing smoke and faint flames on the television screen, his face ashen.

I can't believe I've wasted so much time.

"No, I need to go find my friend!"

"You're trying to run away without even paying back the money!" Yan Wuxun glared.

Douzi glanced at him and also kindly advised, "Brother Xun, he looks really anxious, let him go."

Yan Wuxun lashed out at him, yelling, "What do you know! If you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Binge eating insisted on leaving.

Douzi also said, "Brother Xun, this guy seems to have something urgent to attend to."

Yan Wuxun snorted coldly: "In such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

But seeing their pleading eyes, Yan Wuxun said bitterly, "Fine, I don't care if they're going to die! Just don't ruin my life!"

Bean and Gluttony exchanged a glance, their faces lighting up with delight.

Gluttony struggled to his feet, bowed deeply to Yan Wuxun, and turned to leave the narrow attic. It turned out that this was the inner part of the shop they rented, and the only way to get in and out was by a wooden ladder.

Yan Wuxun sat cross-legged, glancing out the window every now and then, watching the thin, otherworldly ghost straighten his clothes and walk into the bustling crowd.

"Heartless bastard," he couldn't help but curse.

……

The music in the bar was melodious and pleasant.

It was midday, and the bartenders had just opened, so there weren't many customers. They wouldn't have a chance to perform until the evening.

Jin Ziyue was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with a bright red bow tie, and her hair was neatly combed.

"The dragon horse isn't dead. Do you still want to continue investigating?" Fu Xun walked in, and seeing that no one was around, he became a bit more presumptuous.

His bangs covered half of his face, making that half appear obscure under the narrow lamplight.

“No need, it has no value.” Jin Ziyue’s hands were busy wiping the glass.

Fu Xun curled his lip: "Aren't you afraid of leaking the news?"

Jin Ziyue looked up at him and said calmly, "Instead of thinking about people who are completely unrelated, we should think about how something that has been around for hundreds of years came to him."

"That's true. I remember him mentioning that it was a birthday present from his father when he was eight years old."

Fu Xun stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“That’s not what he told you, you overheard it.” Jin Ziyue said expressionlessly.

Fu Xun choked for a moment and said, "Pretty much."

He was about to say something when Jin Ziyue suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped him: "Someone's coming."

Fu Xun turned around casually, but when he saw who it was, his voice caught in his throat.

There is a dragon-horse.

After everything he had been through, he had lost his impulsiveness and restraint, and instead looked at Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun.

Jin Ziyue greeted him with a smile, "Welcome."

……

Metropolitan Police Department.

The appearance of Chizuru Fujiwara took all the police officers by surprise.

Rumors were circulating that she was also present during last night's incident and was taken hostage by the criminal. Wouldn't that mean she died in the line of duty during the missile bombing? Just as I was about to confirm the situation again, the policewoman showed up for work on time today.

"Miss Fujiwara?"

Last night, a police officer at the scene whispered to his colleague, "Ms. Fujiwara managed to escape during the chaos last night, so she wasn't affected. We later found her in a nearby residential area."

Just then, a tall police officer rushed over, smiling, "Chief! It's so good to see you're alright!"

Tanaka, Fujiwara's loyal follower. Upon learning that Fujiwara Chizuru had been taken hostage, the man immediately volunteered to lead a raid, but unfortunately, it was a battle against the White Walkers, and they had nothing to do with it.

Fujiwara Chizuru waved her hand, indicating that she was busy.

She handed the car keys to Tanaka, gesturing for him to bring the van from the yard over.

A monk who had been waiting for a long time saw Fujiwara Chizuru and his face lit up with joy. He came forward and said, "Officer, you've arrived."

Fujiwara Chizuru recognized him; he was the temple monk who had lent her the van.

"Thank you for the van last night, driver." Fujiwara nodded in thanks. "There was some bloodstain inside that I might not have had time to wash off."

The monk was old and didn't want to get involved, so he said, "It's alright, I'll just go to the car wash to clean it."

"Ah."

After handing over the van, Fujiwara was summoned by Chief Inspector Kuromuro.

The old monk waited with a beaming smile for Tanaka to drive out his van.

"Master, is this your car?" Tanaka rolled down the window.

"Yes, yes," the old man said, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. "Thank you, officer."

He switched places with Tanaka and sat in the car.

Driving his van, he caught a glimpse of blood on the passenger seat and gently patted it away.

"May the deceased rest in peace."

After saying this, the old monk activated the key and disappeared into the street.

……

In the city center, where skyscrapers stand tall, there is a commercial building that resembles a towering sword pointing straight to the sky.

"I see... I'm sorry to trouble you, Aoyagi-kun."

Akashi listened quietly to Kamikawa Yuichi's battle report. He asked, "How many White Walkers did the White Walkers lose?"

Kamikawa Yuichi:
"In this battle, the Seven Deadly Sins' forces were almost wiped out, and the grassroots forces such as the Burning Mountain Hall, Hongdou Gate, and Qingtian Gang suffered heavy internal losses. The basic order of the White Walkers in the city could no longer be maintained."

"I knew that guy of unknown age was strange; he actually helped us a lot," Chi Xingluan laughed. "Is that White Walker dead?"

"Given his abilities, I'm afraid not," Kamikawa Yuichi said hesitantly.

Chi Xingluan looked at the documents, put down his wine glass, and gently ran his fingers over the paper, his gold ring drawing attention.

“That won’t do,” he said slowly. “We’ve lost so many men, we need to give up some humans to maintain the balance between the two sides.”

Yuichi Kamikawa listened quietly to what he was about to say.

Akashi Ryun picked up his wine glass again: "Yuichi, release the news."

The samurai looked up and saw a deep gaze in the eyes of the powerful man.

"Just say that the 'Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea' phenomenon appeared in Zuojingdu. That way, the sharks that smell blood will swarm in."

Yuichi Kamikawa bowed and accepted the order: "Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)