Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 64.002. A Dragon Horse Moves

Takashi Suzuki pondered for a moment.

"It seems this city is really not peaceful."

"We need to bring in personnel from other places."

He stared at Akira Akahoshi and said, "I'm counting on you regarding personnel."

Although they were political rivals, he was a civil official while Akira Akahoshi was a military general; relatively speaking, the latter was indeed more skilled in military equipment and combat. Regarding duties, they each performed their assigned tasks, and he never overstepped his bounds.

What impressed Akira Akahoshi about Takashi Suzuki was his magnanimity.

This man has no powerful connections, comes from humble beginnings, and is physically weak, yet he is able to sit here and fight against himself for human rights.

“I will request that one of the Imperial Guards, the ‘Seven Deadly Sins,’ be transferred here.”

he promised.

"Good work."

Takashi Suzuki nodded in acknowledgment, then quickly straightened his expression and continued to give detailed instructions to each department.

After that, Fujiwara Chizuru had nothing more to do.

The policewoman felt extremely uncomfortable sitting on pins and needles in the corner, but being able to sit in on a high-level decision-making process here was already a very exciting experience.

Including some special operations, although the mayor represents humanity, some of his measures clearly show a compromise.

The hospital's blood bank needs to be mobilized to provide a larger quantity of blood. While the White Walkers don't eat human flesh, they cannot resist the craving for human blood. To prevent a potential White Walker uprising that could harm civilians, the people below need to be appeased more effectively.

Only when she actually reached this position did Fujiwara Chizuru realize how fragile this so-called facade of peace was.

Perhaps this was one of the schemes Ling used to have her listen in.

……

After the meeting.

People gradually left the conference room, and those who looked at Fujiwara Chizuru with increasingly hostile gazes.

The policewoman was speechless. She never expected things to turn out this way. She thought her mission was simply to relay Ling's message, but she was inexplicably accused of treason.

Akira Akahoshi looked at her, as if he had something to say.

The deputy mayor stepped forward and said, "Ms. Fujiwara, it's been a long time."

"Eh, sorry, have we met before?" Fujiwara Chizuru looked a little embarrassed.

“I see…” Akira Akahoshi forced a smile onto his stiff face, “Maybe you were too young back then and have forgotten.”

"Please give my regards to your father."

Fujiwara Chizuru bowed and said, "Hai."

As she looked up, the White Walkers gradually walked away, leaving behind her colleagues and human councilors and cadres in their thirties and fifties, their eyes cold.

Takashi Suzuki took the record from his secretary, seemingly oblivious to it, and began to review the documents himself.

Fujiwara Chizuru reluctantly left the meeting room. Originally, this was an area she couldn't access, but because of Ling, she was unexpectedly sitting here, and unfortunately, she was sitting opposite him.

Even Fujiwara, who wasn't good at reading people's expressions, could clearly sense the subtle distance in the atmosphere.

She packed up her documents and left the meeting room.

Fujiwara Chizuru adjusted her glasses, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.

The road ahead will be difficult. If either the White Walkers or the humans are not careful, the result will be bloodshed and a life-or-death struggle.

In such a torrent, one's own existence must have a special meaning.

Only by upholding one's moral principles without wavering can one firmly stand on one's own ground and assist humanity in seeking a direction for development. This is not for so-called blind loyalty or goodwill, nor for personal success or fame, but simply to see the simple, everyday smiles that one most desires.

The policewoman took a deep breath and walked with firm steps.

……

The television was broadcasting a news report clarifying the situation, and the female host had been replaced.

It is said that Rika Yamanaka, the female anchor who previously reported on terrorist attacks, was in debt and forced to accept blackmail from terrorists, colluding with the radio station. Now that this has been exposed, it has caused a huge uproar in the news industry.

Although the news was quickly buried, netizens, always eager to find clues, soon unearthed various ambiguous and dubious pieces of evidence, such as screenshots of financial transactions and call records. As a popular female host on a television channel, she was ruined overnight.

When Longma looked at that unfamiliar face, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He couldn't believe that Rika Yamanaka would do such a thing.

The young man is a rookie reporter who has just entered the industry. He reports on some niche emotional disputes involving family matters. As an assistant to a special correspondent, he is responsible for writing articles and making preparations in advance, but he has no chance to appear on camera.

Rika Yamanaka was his senior in college, more than three years older than him, and someone he had always admired.

She was dignified and elegant, the dream goddess of countless men in her department.

Longma had been quietly watching his senior's career. In order to get closer to her, he worked tirelessly and finally got a job at the same institution as her.

Just a few days ago, he finally managed to get his senior's contact information through work.

However, Longma never dared to get close to the senior from the mountain school.

The young man's expression was gloomy.

He carries a strange burden, which is called a curse.

When he was seven years old, his father died in a car accident. He and a light truck fell down the mountain on a winding road. The police found his father's body in the accident and brought a burnt box to You Donglongma.

It reads "A gift for Ryoma's seventh birthday".

With tears in his eyes, Longma put away his father's belongings.

Like the opening of a prologue, the revitalized life suddenly takes a strange turn.

The mother of the dragon horse died suddenly the following year.

It is said that being in a chemical plant for many years caused him to develop heart disease due to heavy metal radiation.

However, the mother had no prior signs of heart disease, and there was no family history of heart disease.

The nightmare continues.

My best friend was moving to a more bustling area for school, and I was very reluctant to leave him. That day, the two junior high school kids played video games for a long time to prove their friendship and promised to keep in touch.

Several years passed without any news.

When Ryoma was studying journalism, he discovered a tragic case from a few years ago in which one of the victims matched his best friend in age, name, and appearance.

The killer had antisocial personality disorder, and the victims of the serial murders were all unrelated.

I remember during my college years, girls would give me love letters.

She was a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth. Longma had lived a lonely and desolate life for twenty years, and although he hesitated, he ultimately accepted the girl's gentle embrace.

This decision would cause him to regret it for the rest of his life.

I still remember the girl's joyful eyes and her serene appearance as she wept with happiness.

The dragon horse's eyes twitched slightly.

He later found the girls in several places, just a week after accepting her affections and taking her home.

Tears streamed down his face, but he didn't break down; this showed Ryoma's final courage.

He sat on a park bench, his thoughts drifting back to his bloody life, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although these events seemed unrelated, from an idealistic perspective, the people who died in these events were all key figures in his life.

Just as the young man was hanging his head in dejection, a woman walked past him.

The dragon-horse looked up, somewhat surprised.

The woman passing by had a cold and indifferent expression, her eyes were lifeless, she was wearing a casual pink and white woolen nightgown, and her ponytail was casually tied behind her head. Strangely, she walked with a steady gait.

The dragon horse called out cautiously:

"The senior from the mountain school?"

In other books, someone like Dong Jun would definitely be the protagonist...

It will take a while to unfold, so let's let it rest for a bit longer... Try to save up some drafts during this time.

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