Downstairs of the apartment, a group of people walked towards the gate.

The leader was a woman with blonde hair. She wore sunglasses that could cover most of her face at night, with thick foundation on her face, and her makeup was as thick as a geisha.

And in her depth, she followed several young men in hip-hop costumes, and looked like she had just returned from the nightclub and drank a lot of wine. She walked a little staggeringly. She stood shoulder to shoulder with each other, yelled at each other from time to time, and then burst into laughter.

Not far from this apartment, in a parking car, several plainclothes noticed these people, but they didn't care too much.

The blonde woman in the lead opened the door of the apartment with a door card, and the group walked into the apartment.

After they all entered the elevator, the group of young men, who were like hippies, restrained themselves and stood there respectfully.

The blonde woman took off her sunglasses, took a photo from her pocket, held it in her hand and held it in front of them, saying in Korean: "This is the goal, you must live, you cannot move."

Although he dressed up as a woman, his low voice exposed his gender, which was Ajin, who was the bald man in the suit.

The others carefully remembered the girl in the photo and nodded.

Ajin licked his lips, feeling a little excited.

He had just arrived in Japan and was able to take charge of such an important order alone, which was a very rare opportunity.

He glanced at the watch and ordered: "In about half an hour, if everything goes well, after the light switch in the target room, our people will help to pull away the plainclothes downstairs, destroy the surveillance along the way, and help us escape. If it fails, our people will notify the boss, but I don't need to tell you the outcome, right?"

"I understand." The others nodded, with serious expressions.

As I spoke, the elevator had reached the fifteenth floor, which was the floor where the trip was targeted.

Ajin took her sunglasses back again and grinned:

"Let's go."

...

In the bathroom, the sound of running water sounded.

Jiang Qijun was fiddling with the mop in the living room. He took off the mop head and left a wooden stick alone.

He held the wooden stick in his hand and weighed it, and put on a pose of waving the sword and turned Su Zhen several times.

"The weight is almost the same, but it is much longer than a wooden knife... Forget it, let's use it."

When he set off today, he borrowed a wooden knife from the Kendo Department of the school, but it fell into a taxi. If he returned to school tomorrow, he would probably be told by the instructor of the Kendo Department.

Now he can only use mop sticks to make use of it. If it is not useful, it is the best. If it is used, at least he has a weapon at hand.

When Jiang Qijun was practicing Suzhen with a mop stick in the living room, Kaguya had already taken a shower and came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a home nightgown, her hair was still a little wet. She was wiping her hair with a towel, looking at Jiang Qijun in the living room, and asked, "Do you want to borrow the bathroom? The bath water is still in place."

"Is that OK?"

"If I just plan to take a bath and don't plan to drink, I can reluctantly agree."

"Who can drink it!"

"I heard that there are bath water for beautiful girls on the Internet, bottled girls' juice, and the sales are unexpectedly good."

"Is there such a pervert?!"

Jiang Qijun was shocked for a while and had a better understanding.

"Who knows?" Kaguya smiled slightly, not knowing whether she was joking.

She walked towards the bedroom: "Then please let yourself go, I'm going to sleep. Say in advance, my door will be locked."

"I have one more thing..."

"If you ask to sleep together, I will call the police immediately!"

"No." Jiang Qijun shook his head and looked at her and said, "At least it's time for you to tell me your real name, right?"

Kaguya pointed at herself and said seriously: "My name is Kaguya."

“…Where is the last name?”

“Nothing like that.”

"No?"

"Well, no. Just call me Kaguya, just remember my name."

Jiang Qijun glanced at her helplessly and said softly: "If you don't want to say anything, forget it."

"It's not that I don't want to say..." Her eyes became a little complicated, and her voice became lighter, "I just want you to remember this name."

Jiang Qijun was stunned for a moment and looked at her in confusion.

But she did not intend to explain and bowed slightly to Jiang Qijun: "So, good night."

"I hope goodbye is tomorrow." Jiang Qijun's answer was that only the two of them could understand the profound meaning.

Kaguya pursed her lips, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

Just as the two were talking between the bathroom door and the living room across the aisle, a "whizz" sound came from the entrance door.

It was like... something was prying the lock core.

Jiang Qijun and Kaguya looked at each other, and they could see the slightly changed faces of each other.

"Shh."

Jiang Qijun stretched out his index finger with his right hand, resisted it between his lips, and made a move to silence her.

Kaguya closed her mouth tightly, nodded, and then carefully turned off the living room lights.

Jiang Qijun approached her, lowered her voice and said, "You go into the room and lock the door."

"What can you, a high school student, help me?" Kaguya sneered, as if she wanted to show her sarcastic side. "It's you who should hide. Just wait until everything is over and you can leave."

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

It is obviously someone who is not needed, it is a destined fate, it is clearly decided by himself...

What is she expecting? What is she expecting?

Do you pin your hopes on an innocent high school student who was just caught in by her?

And he is a fool who only talks about himself.

Just as she tried to cool her heart down again, her big hands held her hands. The hands were generous, warm and very safe.

She widened her eyes and looked up at Jiang Qijun in a daze.

Inside his ears was Jiang Qijun's somewhat mocking laughter: "Are you afraid? What can you do?"

"you……"

"Please, don't interrupt a man when he wants to be handsome?"

Jiang Qijun grabbed her hand and pulled her to the other side of the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door, pushed her in toughly, and locked the door.

He returned to the living room, carried the wooden stick on his shoulder with one hand, walked to the other side of the living room, and pulled the curtains up.

The whole room fell into darkness in an instant.

In the darkness, Jiang Qijun approached the door and looked out through the cat's eyes, but the cat's eyes were blocked by something and could not see outside at all.

It seems that it is the enemy.

He retreated to the entrance, held the knife in both hands, raised it over his head, raised his head and took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

The momentum is accumulating little by little.

He merged with the darkness, and as the momentum accumulated, the air seemed to become sticky little by little.

"Pu"

Until the door was opened, the light from the corridor shone into the room through the crack of the door, and someone appeared at the door.

Jiang Qijun suddenly opened his eyes, his face became ferocious in an instant, and he roared and roared, and the wooden stick in his hand was as fast as a afterimage.

"roar!!!!"
Chapter completed!