Chapter 349 - Strange Event in Shibuya Togyo (1/2)

Chapter 349 Strange Event in s.h.i.+buya Togyo

s.h.i.+buya is an urban area that shares the name of “24-hour sleepless streets” with s.h.i.+njuku. There are many famous department stores, fas.h.i.+on stores, restaurants, coffee shops, and soaplands at the Hachiko exit, s.h.i.+buya station. Favored by young people, s.h.i.+buya has become the place for all kinds of fas.h.i.+on in Nihon and abroad.

Lin Luoran and other people arrived at the Cerulean Tower Hotel in s.h.i.+buya Togyo half an hour ago.

Overlooking from the 37th floor, there is a flow of ant-like people on the streets of s.h.i.+buya. Lin Qingxue brings warm coffee to everyone. Lins can’t get used to this bitter drink, so they only take a sip to show respect for Lin Qingxue.

As a female officer of the special forces, in this operation, Lin Qingxue can only serve as the leader of the logistics units. Vanguard units are all made up of young cultivators. Lin Luoran only knows how grave the situation is when she arrives.

Several old acquaintances are also missing this time.

The cultivator Ye Xiaobei who was lucky to get Foundation-laying Bolus last time, the sixth brother of Mu Tiannan, and Cui Hejian, cousin of Fatty Cui, they all disappear.

“You mean, there are many disappearances of young men and women in s.h.i.+buya so you were sent to investigate?” Lin Luoran runs her fingers over the rim of the cup. The steaming coffee is still hot.

“Some young people of s.h.i.+buya are missing. But isn’t it none of our Huaxia’s business?”

Anyone can see that Lin Luoran is unhappy. As someone who has been described by her political teacher as a “narrow nationalist”, she is not very interested in so-called international aid. In particular, people of their own country were trapped because of international aid. It’s really insane.

Lin Qingxue salutes, “Miss Lin, please allow me to clear it with you. The missing people include a Huaxia tour group of 20 people traveling in s.h.i.+buya and nine Huaxia students studying here.”

Lin Luoran frowns, “What about those cultivators, how many days have they disappeared?”

“Three days ago. Cultivator Cui Hejian made a long-distance call back to the State of Huaxia to send a message for help.”

Three days ago, Cui Hejian made an international call? Isn’t it the phone call that turned to Fatty Cui for help? Lin Luoran now thinks this is worse than she imagined.

Why didn’t Cui Hejian call logistics units for help? Why didn’t he call Chen Yun—perhaps the situation is so bad that even if the special department sends reinforcements, it is still useless?

Lin Luoran stands by the window, overlooking pedestrians on the street.

It is truly a paradise for young people. All kinds of fancy clothes and dazzling colors, more than 80% of people on the street are the youth.

“Does the disappearance continue?”

Lin Qingxue nods, “Every day at seven o’clock in the evening, no matter how great the surveillance of Nihon and us is, it always happens.”

Wen Guanjing laughs, “Then we have to defend this place. It’s such a big thing. Maybe Nihon has also sent some people with personal ability here?”

Just at that moment, Lin Luoran raises her eyebrows and laughs, “What a coincidence! It seems we have guests coming.”

Wen Guanjing and Li Xi’er also notice some breaths different from Huaxia cultivators. After a few minutes, a soldier from the logistics units sends word that some members of the Nihon shrine now come to negotiate.

“Just invite them in.”

Several men dressed in Nihon traditional costumes come here in succession. The leader is a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. With silvery hair, he looks very serious. At first glance, people can know that he is high up the food chain a long time ago.

The man has sensed a strong feeling of oppression covering the hotel. Thinking that it’s an old monster remote from life comes to s.h.i.+buya from Huaxia, he disciplines his men to behave well along the way. He is even wondering whether it is the cultivator who recently bore Essence in Huaxia. When he gets into the room, he finds that such a powerful breath is from a woman in her early twenties. Saito Asada’s fear all turns into shock.

Almost at the same instant, he realizes who she is. This woman who appears to be too feeble to truss a chicken is Lin Luoran, the rising star in the world of personal ability in Huaxia.

“Senior cultivator!” In the face of Lin Luoran, a young but essential woman in the world of personal ability in Huaxia, Saito Asada has to let go of his arrogance and lowers his chin.

“Senior cultivator…” Several Nihonese also salute together.

Lin Luoran smiles and says to people around her, “Who are these juniors? I hardly know them.”

Saito Asada’s strong jaw shakes, “I am the seventeenth-generation house owner of the Asada family, serving as the guardian of the shrine.”

The Asada family? This family gives Lin Luoran a bad impression, always reminding her of the cyan little fox which hasn’t returned home yet, “Is Sakurako Asada your…?”

Saito Asada is a little nervous, “She is my daughter. Sakurako went off on a trip a few years ago and has not come back home yet. Is there anything the senior cultivator wants to tell her?”