Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 32.006. Shared Interests

"Do you watch TV, Little Bean?"

Amamiya Megumi seemed to remember something and turned on the TV with great interest.

"Okay." Bean was still basking in the novelty of being able to communicate telepathically using gemstones.

Douzi was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Although he had been traveling around with Yan Wuxun for many years, his face was rosy and had a touch of worldliness, but his eyes were still shining brightly.

The TV screen flickered.

The four large characters "Mithril Warrior" looked like they were cast in bronze and iron, with flames rising from behind them.

This is the style of tokusatsu from more than a decade ago. Now, in an era of rapid advancements in tokusatsu technology, it has been enshrined in the hall of classics and has become a piece of history that few people pay attention to.

"So cool!" Bean exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "The Mithril Warrior is so cool!"

Amamiya Megumi smiled smugly: "Right? It looks great."

"Mmm!" Douzi nodded vigorously and said, "The armor is so cool! And just watching them fight gives me a feeling of burning passion."

"Hahaha."

She found the beans increasingly appealing.

"His."

In the scene, an alien monster pries open a seafood tank. Its sticky skin has a faint, liquid sheen, and thin membranes grow between its five fingers. As the tank is moved aside, the camera zooms in on the monster's face, which flashes with a fierce red light. Its sharp teeth, along with its gums, are exposed to the air.

"Gudong."

Douzi looked shocked and asked, "Are even the monsters this realistic?"

"Mmm!" the little girl replied sweetly.

"It's really—" Douzi had said this several times, still unable to hide her joy, "It's amazing!"

Megumi Amamiya grinned.

"I'll tell you another secret." The little girl couldn't hide her smile.

"What?" Douzi asked, still full of energy.

"That handsome man who plays the lead role is my dad!" Megumi Amamiya proudly put her hands on her hips and pointed to the cast list on the screen, where Ichiro Amamiya was prominently listed.

"What!" Bean exclaimed in surprise, "You're actually a descendant of a hero!"

"Hehehe." Megumi Amamiya scratched her head, her lively little braid bouncing.

"That's right, my dad was a soldier who protected peace in the past."

"Before? Why 'before'?"

“You’re so silly. Have you ever seen a hero who’s already settled down and started a family still come out to save the world? It’s definitely going to be handed over to a newcomer,” Amamiya Megumi said confidently.

“That makes sense.” Douzi said thoughtfully. “No wonder they stopped making shows later on.”

"Yeah."

"So, Xiaohui is going to be a super popular girl in the future."

"That's great," Douzi exclaimed. "I've always wanted to be a hero who upholds justice since I was little, but I'm too stupid and can't learn anything."

"No, that's not true at all." Amamiya Megumi said earnestly, clenching her small pink fist. "Only by upholding justice in your heart will you have the opportunity to show your worth!"

"That's true." Douzi smiled, his eyes gradually brightening. "I'll become a hero too!"

"That's more like it." The little girl spoke with an air of maturity, as if she were instructing a child her own age.

"Let's come up with a name! As heroes, how can we not have our own names?" Bean suddenly had a brilliant idea and said, "My name is Bean Hero!"

"Hmm...so cringey." Amamiya Eira.

"What should Xiaohui be called?"

"I didn't think about it."

"You can think of something based on your own abilities," Bean reminded her.

Megumi Amamiya waved her short index finger in the air, and a halo slowly appeared, startling Bean into opening his mouth wide.

"I can control the aperture and the beam."

"So cool!" Douzi stared intently at the little girl's halo.

"What about you?"

"Uh..." Douzi looked troubled. "Does it count if you have to grab chopsticks in pairs?"

"Hmm... I guess so." The little girl forced a smile.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong-"

"coming--"

Megumi Amamiya, with her two little braids bobbing, ran to open the door.

"Oh, Uncle!" Xiao Hui was a little surprised. "Dad went to work."

"Oh, it's Xiaohui."

Hiroya Nagashima smiled and patted Megumi's head, saying, "Uncle has come to see you."

Just then, Douzi peeked out from the living room and whispered, "Hello."

"Who is this……"

"This young man is Xiaohui's friend," the little girl introduced.

"Ah, my apologies," the man said with a humble smile.

Douzi didn't know what to say, so he could only nod awkwardly. The other party didn't have any gems, and he couldn't communicate fluently in Japanese.

"Uncle sees that Xiaohui is bored at home, so he's thinking of going to visit your father. He'd like to take Xiaohui to see your father's workplace on the way. Xiaohui, would you like to go?"

"Yes! Yes!" Amamiya Megumi exclaimed joyfully.

"What about the beans?" Soon, the little girl realized about the young man next to her.

When Douzi heard him mentioned, she was a little taken aback: "Huh? Me? I'm fine with anything."

"If possible, could Uncle bring Douzi along? He's also a fan of Dad."

"This...isn't that inconvenient?" Hiroya Nagashima looked troubled.

"Oh...I see. Then I won't go. I have guests to entertain."

"No, no, no, it's alright," Douzi quickly waved her hand.

Hiroya Nagashima pondered for a moment, stared at the beans for a few seconds, and said, "How about this, I'll talk to the production crew on set, and when they're on break, we'll go visit them at the filming location. We can bring one or two people with us."

"Film crew? Is it filming? Great!" Megumi Amamiya chuckled. "Dad is really dedicated. He has a very clever way of hiding things from people on a tokusatsu film crew."

"What are you hiding?" Douzi asked.

The little girl smiled mysteriously: "My identity."

Douzi nodded, seemingly understanding, and said, "Oh."

“Then it’s settled. I’ll contact them and ask where they’re filming. We’ll set off shortly,” said Hiroya Nagashima.

"Great!"

……

Fujiwara Chizuru looked somewhat grave and hurried off to the Metropolitan Police Department.

The woman I met this morning is quite remarkable.

“Last night’s experience involved some experiments conducted by the internal left wing. At first, I just brought you back without paying attention to your identity, so they took advantage of the situation and had the memory police erase the witnesses’ memories. By the time I found out, I could only bail you out and send you back to your residence.”

Ling smiled apologetically.

I feel like some important information has been filtered out.

Fujiwara Chizuru felt a little uneasy, so she changed into her uniform and went back to investigate the clues about last night's case.

"Sir, that's great, you're here."

The people walking towards us are from the Urban Management Brigade. Although the Urban Management Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department are both law enforcement agencies, their subordinate nature and organizational structure are different.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" The person in front of me was not someone I knew well.

"Here's the thing, we caught a guy from District 9 who can only speak Mandarin and not Spanish, which is a bit of a problem, so we're asking the officer to help us communicate."

Fujiwara Chizuru rubbed her temples, held her breath, and said, "Take me there."

Happy February 2.14th!

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