Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 41 013. The strategy is fruitless

"But my dad never comes home with me."

Megumi Amamiya looked at the perfume pendant in the car with a forlorn expression.

"But he specifically told me to take you home, and he also said that he would take you to buy whatever you want to eat later."

The little girl's eyes flickered: "Really?"

"Mm." Jin Ziyue smiled.

"No, Dad clearly said he'd buy it for me when he got back tonight. Isn't he coming home?" The little girl pouted again.

"The crew is currently filming the 10th anniversary theatrical version of 'Mithril Warrior,' and Mr. Amamiya and the other directors need to work overtime..."

Jin Ziyue scratched his head apologetically, only to find that his baseball cap covered his hair, and his fingers could not feel the fabric.

So he simply put it back and rested it on the steering wheel to drive properly.

"Okay," the little girl said, her two braids swaying with the speed bumps. "Xiao Hui isn't the kind of child who doesn't understand things."

"Haha, then I'll take care of what delicious food Xiaohui wants to buy later." Jin Ziyue slowly drove to the side of the road.

"Then, strawberry ice cream it is."

The little girl glanced at the shops not far away, where LED lights flashed in a cycle, and a convenience store had a sign that read "Open for Business".

"Okay." Jin Ziyue shifted gears, stepped on the brake, and slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

……

The sun is setting in the west.

Car owners honked their horns furiously on their way home; occasionally, white-collar workers carrying briefcases hurriedly crossed the road; and groups of two or three junior high school students with backpacks rode the subway together.

When——when——

The subway, rushing by, is filled with the joy of returning home.

Douzi rubbed her belly, glanced at the other children her age beside her, and watched them walk into the entrance of the Shinkansen.

He looked somewhat dejected.

Just as I came out of the Metropolitan Police Department, I saw the egg pancake food truck that had been impounded at the urban management office next door.

Brother Xun is probably... in jail again.

Tonight, I'll be alone again for dinner.

Suddenly, he patted his head, wondering where his boots had gone. But boots are so clever, they should come back, right?

If they weren't all taken to the police station.

Alone in a foreign land, unfamiliar with everyone and everything, and unable to speak the language, I really wanted to find Brother Jin as soon as possible and then go home to find my brother.

My brother must be getting impatient.

He thought to himself silently.

I miss my family and friends in District 9.

"rustle--"

Douzi looked down and saw the solid orange cat affectionately rubbing against his trouser leg. His eyes lit up with joy: "Boots!"

He picked him up.

Although it was a solid orange cat, Boots still had a belly full of plain white fur. It stretched its neck, lay in Bean's arms, and rolled its four paws.

Douzi laughed and said, "Stop fooling around."

He gently placed his fingers on the back of the boot, spreading his four fingers apart, like combing the hair on the back.

"Let me see if I have any pocket money to buy you some canned food."

Douzi reached into his pocket and found an amber-colored object with a round shape.

"Oh dear, I forgot to return the jewel to the little girl!"

He was a little annoyed.

The boots came closer, sniffed, and licked their lips.

"You can't eat this."

Bean stopped him.

The faint sound of wading through the sewer could be heard, like water suddenly being released from a dam.

Douzi hesitated as he looked around. The manhole cover behind him was tightly closed. There weren't many pedestrians on the roadside. Ahead was a temporarily rented carpentry shop, where Yan Wuxun and he usually rested in this earthen-tiled house covered by a bamboo shed.

When I turned around again, the boots were already raising their heads, yawning.

But Douzi's hands were empty.

After a long while, a boy's scream echoed from the end of the street: "You ate it?!"

Passersby turned their heads and saw the boy, who couldn't speak the language, holding the cat's two front paws.

The orange cat stared blankly at the boy, its pupils wide and its mouth half-closed, watching his face gradually turn red until its eyes looked like it was about to cry.

It softly called out, "Meow."

Douzi's chin was furrowed, and he couldn't say a word with a pained expression.

The manhole cover behind me clanged, and the cement that had been sealed cracked open in the ground, leaving several marks before the noise subsided.

……

"Brother, I'm home. Thank you."

Megumi Amamiya held the ice cream in her hands and said politely.

"Okay, goodbye Xiaohui."

Jin Ziyue waved to him with a smile.

"boom."

Watching the little girl close the door, his expression under the baseball cap was uncertain in the backlight.

Jin Ziyue's smile vanished instantly, like a sugar cube being poured into boiling water.

The relic was not on the girl.

He followed them to their home, but did not seem to sense the presence of the relic.

Perhaps my calculations went wrong somewhere.

It is necessary to understand the variables involved.

As long as you keep a close eye on this film and television company, there will be plenty of opportunities.

……

Inside a film and television company.

In the spacious conference room, men and women sat around a circular desk in silence.

Ichiro Amamiya stood to the side, looking down at the ground.

"You're saying Pimon lost control?"

The person asking the question was a white-haired man sitting near the front of the room. He had his hair slicked back, was over fifty, and was still dressed in a well-fitting suit.

"Yes, these monsters have suddenly become active again and can no longer be used."

Ichiro Amamiya looked grave.

"The only one who can control these suits and make these monsters sleep peacefully is you, Mr. Amamiya. I heard that your brother-in-law died and your daughter was kidnapped. It seems reasonable for you to use these suits to solve the problem, doesn't it?"

Another man with a square face and slanted triangular eyes looked displeased.

"Mr. Amamiya, are you trying to shirk responsibility for Pimon's death?"

Ichiro Amamiya frowned: "I won't use these dangerous monsters for someone who has nothing better to do."

The white-haired old man slapped the table and said, "No matter what, Pimon's death has already happened. We can't afford to lose any more of the remaining eleven suits of leather."

"The Ryuzan-do Sakyo branch suffered heavy losses, and the fate of the suit maker is unknown. The eleven suits we have now are the city's rare fighting force."

A man with gold-rimmed glasses and a mustache said, "Mr. Amamiya, regardless of whether the suit was out of control or not, you, as the manager, have indeed failed in your duties."

"Yes."

Cold sweat beaded on Ichiro Amamiya's forehead.

The young man in the very center, wearing a crested haori and with his hair tied in a high bun, listened quietly to their conversation.

"Well then, if these leather suits really show signs of awakening, then we'll have to use the relics to suppress them again."

"Yes. I'll follow the president's arrangements." Ichiro Amamiya nodded.

End of the meeting.

Amamiya Ichiro also felt a little worried.

He possesses the Yin Relic, which has the effect of controlling evil and suppressing filth.

The relic possessed a spirit and chose Ichiro Amamiya.

However, this incident reveals an inexplicable and mysterious nature from the inside out.

His expression was somewhat solemn.

Ichiro Amamiya also had a sense of who this group of people came from.

However, since you've chosen to associate with wolves, you must naturally possess fangs.

When necessary, you must also leave yourself a way out.

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