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Miss Kirino, who couldn't get an answer, felt that she might not be able to sleep.

Similarly, Kousaka Daisuke also looked at his son several times intentionally or unintentionally.

Unfortunately, with his poker face, nothing can be revealed.

At night, Ms. Kirino fell asleep faster than she expected.

But in her dream, Ms. Kirino actually dreamed of the opening scene of the new sister-themed work.

bathroom.

The shower head was dripping with water in the misty bathroom, and there was a blurry figure bathing inside.

Judging from his body shape, it is definitely Qingzhou!

Ms. Kirino was very sure.

With a nervous mood, Kirino slowly opened the bathroom curtain. She herself didn't know why she was so bold and perverted.

However, when he was about to see the spring scenery inside, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

She lay expressionless on her little bed, with a scowl on her face and eyes wide open.

Can't sleep.

It’s all Qingzhou’s fault!

Will you kill me if you let me take a good look at what I look like now?!

Miss Kirino kept thinking about the bad things this hateful guy did, and she fell into a dream again while cursing.

However, Ms. Kirino slept quite soundly, but many night owls who slept quite late in the upper echelons of Neon had no desire to sleep.

On the second floor of the Kousaka family's house, not far from Miss Kirino's room is Kiyoshige's room.

There was a strange light in the eyes of the Demon Lord.

In fact, the Demon Lord said that he was not as good as the ancestors and brought shame to them, but if he didn't give it a try and see how high the sky and the earth are, the Demon Lord would be quite unwilling to accept it...

So, let's start from this copy...

The business building of ETERNAL BLUE Co., Ltd., a cosmetics manufacturer, is a star-making place that almost all Japanese models and artists yearn for.

Leaving aside the artists, just talking about models, this company is second to none.

At the same time, this is also where Ms. Kirino works as a full-time model.

In a special office location, the president, Fujima Misaki, is working.

He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

She personally oversees all matters, big or small, in the entire company, and doesn't care even if some people say she is too controlling.

She is a strong woman, so she is naturally very strict with herself...

Chapter 188 Assassination Video on MIXI

Fujima Misaki doesn't have to control everything, as times are really different now.

The Prime Minister, Shinzo Abe, is dead! ?

Died of a heart attack!

The illness broke out during yesterday’s parade speech!

As the president of a company, she naturally knew some inside information.

For ordinary people, it is just a piece of interesting news to listen to.

But this is not the case for companies and chaebols, big and small.

This is also the main reason why Fujima Misaki is still busy so late.

After all, you never go too far wrong with caution.

Who knows whether the Prime Minister’s death will be exploited by some people with ulterior motives to cause social and economic turmoil?

Anyway, Fujima Misaki is unwilling to gamble.

Take a break and tidy up.

I opened Mixi, the most popular and largest social software among young people in Japan.

As her own company is a top brand in the fashion industry, Fujima Misaki naturally needs to always understand the preferences of young people.

As soon as she opened the book, Fujima Misaki was attracted by a pinned page.

【Mission: Assassinate Shinzo Abe. 】

My pupils shrank and my heart tightened.

Fujima Misaki almost closed the Mixi software directly.

You can even joke about something like this!?

Are all the young people nowadays so brave! ?

Looking at the profile of this new UP host, gender, age and so on are all blank. There is only a simple title and a confusing introduction.

【Observer】

[Are you sure you know the truth about the world?

You must consider yourself a materialist, and of course, you should.

After all, you grew up in a materialistic environment.

But do you know what's underground?

Do you know the other world?

You may not know them, or you may have seen them occasionally.

Perhaps you will find my words so confusing. Please be patient. I believe that in the near future, you will sincerely thank me for my kindness.

By then, I just hope you are still alive...】

Fujima Misaki's face darkened.

What a chuunibyou...

As someone at the forefront of the fashion world, how could she not be aware of the deformed creatures in the otaku culture?

Okay, the reason for being bold is found.

As for the second-year syndrome, what can’t you do?

She had seen even crazier cases of Chuunibyou before.

It's like jumping from a height of six or seven stories with a pair of homemade plastic wings on your back.

The key point is that the guy with the Chuunibyou syndrome is also fat...

Let’s look at the time when this UP host posted the video.

It happened to be shortly after Shinzo Abe suffered a heart attack during a speech at a parade.

Well, this Chuunibyou thing has been quite well done.

I rubbed my eyebrows again and found that there seemed to be no one left on the entire company floor.

The bright lights are still waiting for me to get off work.

Fujima Misaki was somewhat speechless as she watched the video going viral. She could only endure the discomfort and watch it carefully.

After all, her company makes a living from this. No matter how weird or popular the customer is, even if it's a pile of shit, Fujima Misaki has to praise them.

The color, fragrance and taste!

I pinched my nose and clicked on the video, then turned off the barrage.

Watch the video the first time, and read the comments the second time. Fujima Misaki is no novice in this area.

In the picture, there is a flip-top mobile phone with a line of words clearly displayed on it.

【Mission: Assassinate Shinzo Abe. 】

Oh, it really looks like that...

The camera pulls back to reveal a middle-aged man with messy hair.

The small room in the old, dilapidated apartment was very messy, with beer bottles, instant noodle buckets, and other garbage piled up.

The man glanced at his phone and deleted the message as if he didn't care.

After yawning lazily, he turned off the computer screen in the dim room and opened the curtains.

The dazzling light instantly made the man cover his eyes uncomfortably.

No matter how you look at it, he just looks like a decadent and down-and-out man.

Seeing that the video was still a long way off, Fujima Misaki was not in a hurry. After pouring herself some coffee, she prepared to carefully study why this video was so popular.

The man got up to wash up, and stood in front of the sink, shaving with dull eyes.

In the silence, a rather vicissitudes of life voice came from a distance.

"What a pity! I didn't want to die..."

Ok?

What do you mean?

Before Fujima Misaki could react, the man's expression suddenly changed.

Cold, fierce and sinister.

The main color of the picture seemed to have turned into a dull blood color!

It was as if a living thug stepped out from behind the decadent man!

That sudden and horrifying change was quite scary.

At least, Fujima Misaki's hand holding the coffee was trembling slightly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

I was startled by an actor...

The scene continues.

After the man finished washing up, he dragged out a black box from the garbage pile inside.

The box is quite thick and has high-tech facial recognition.

Inside the box were iron-blooded and cold instruments.

The gun body, the barrel, and a large number of bullets.

The style of the painting changed in that instant, causing Fujima Misaki to shake her legs in anxiety.

It seems that it is really interesting...

The man assembled the gun deftly and with extreme caution. Among them was a streamlined pen and two small syringes without labels.

So, the decadent middle-aged otaku is ready to go.

Although, on the surface, he is still the decadent man that people look down upon, but under that old-fashioned coat, he hides a weapon that is enough to kill many people.

The man's eyes were distracted. He placed the flip phone that had just received the message in front of him. His words were clear, as if he was talking to someone, but he did not call anyone.

"It's 10:15:36 AM, I still have nearly 30 minutes.

Location, Shinjuku.

Mission: assassinate the Prime Minister of Japan - Shinzo Abe..."

After saying that, he formatted the phone, took out the SIM card, and crushed it.

When you leave, throw the debris into the drain and let it wash away.

He yawned listlessly again and staggered slightly towards the route where the Prime Minister would deliver his speech at the parade.