"Today, Grandpa Miyazaki won't tell you stories."

"I'll read a list. It's a very long, very long list. Perhaps there are people you are familiar with in these names. So try to find them and find opportunities to joke with them! Tell me some little secrets that only you know, and tell me some little stories that you or you have forgotten for a long time."

"The result may be hopeless, but believe me, remember this list, remember the names of these people. If even you forget them, their existence will become meaningless."

Grandpa Miyazaki didn't say anything else, he just started to pronounce the name, and there were no so-called truth-exposing and conspiracy theories.

Because these are easy to guide.

The more sensational the publicity method, the more likely it is to be directed in the opposite direction.

Only those things that are simplest and most unquestionable can truly be "iron evidence".

"The mountains and rivers are fragrant, the god moe Toko, the flowers of Emiya, the cypress trees are leisurely, Katsujo Higashi, Aoyama Asuka..."

Grandpa Miyazaki was clearly chanting the names one after another.

Even this simple reading reveals extraordinary emotions.

It's like... In front of people's eyes, the once vivid faces are now quietly leaving, taking off their hats, smiling slightly, and saying the final farewell.

Elderly, young people, children, women...

The radio message was quickly intercepted.

A large number of magnetic bombs were launched over Dongbao City. Those signals were weak and messages released by electromagnetics would be subject to strong interference.

On the ground of Dongbao City, an ordinary small RV was filled with various equipment used to enhance signals.

And Grandpa Miyazaki was also huddling into these devices, reciting the names that made him cry.

Wearing thick glasses frames, the old man was already blurred with tears.

He seemed to be a person with very low tears, and he would cry easily. Even time did not give him the little strength that the elderly should have.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

At this moment, there was inexplicable grief, and it was in my heart.

Individual aircraft carried a large number of guards and began patrolling in the air.

More reconnaissance hummingbird robots began to shuttle between buildings in groups.

Shopping malls, bars, dance halls, theaters, various entertainment venues... as well as some private companies and hotel rooms are all covered with eyeliners.

Those daily household appliances that people would not beware of have quietly turned on the hidden function, began to receive messages and monitor everything.

The RV seems disorderly, and its simple movement is still locked quickly.

In a dense net, it belongs to a rare "blank" area, which is worthy of attention.

Kurokawa was wearing a black JK dress and holding a long knife in his hand and rolled over the roof.

The RV has a robot to continue driving quickly.

She stood on the roof of the car with a knife, letting the strong wind blow through the ends of her hair, majestic.

When the picture faced Kurokawa's face, some people's expressions changed.

"Finished! She is Ayase Kurokawa, the niece... Her father is Muhua Kurokawa, who committed suicide ten years ago. She was raised by her mother!" Someone quickly found the information about Ayase Kurokawa.

Everyone who thought of that person subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

No... He is fine!

"Quickly solve the problem, capture people alive, and dig out all their roots." Someone quickly issued an order.

A large number of robots first rushed towards the RV.

Kurokawa held a black sheathed sword in his hand, and was standing on the roof of the car, but his feet were as stable as roots.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a large number of robots exploded one after another.

Kurokawa stood in the explosion, and the strong wind blew the corner of her skirt, but she remained calm.

More robots are flocking to it.

Kurokawa flexibly jumped in the air, and no one was missing.

The sword light flying in the air shattered the robots that surrounded one by one.

"She used ghost spirit weapons, and it should be ghost spirit weapons with direct slash and sharp attributes. There shouldn't be too many such weapons... Check who leaked such ghost spirit weapons to a...'student'!"

"Also, she should have learned the art of eating ghosts to have such physical fitness. Check whether she has joined any firm. If so, control the entire firm first." In the security center, a police officer was issuing orders.

A young police officer reported: "Report! Kurokawa Ayase joined Kurokawa's office and withdrew after half a month. Do you need to control it?"

The policeman said: "Didn't you hear my order? Bastard! Go and do things quickly!"

A police department on the side whispered: "Mutou Police Vision! The current firms are all under the management of the firm alliance. Should we notify Boss Lu in advance before arresting?"

"No! Boss Lu is currently having a meeting in the Sky Tree... There is no time to manage these trivial matters." The policeman said directly.

When the people below heard this sentence, they immediately had many associations.

After all, the matter between Ueno was handled by Boss Lu.

Now Ueno has become a new A-level, and in order to cover up this matter, the government has slaughtered great efforts.

The scenery of Boss Lu is afraid that he will never return.

The small RV is still walking through the streets quickly.

A large number of aircraft have begun to aim and shoot on the streets.

Kurokawa held the knife and kept jumping, cutting off the aircraft and robots, but after all, he couldn't scream alone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lasers kept shooting through the outer layer of the RV and then hitting into the interior of the car.

Grandpa Miyazaki remained motionless and continued to read the names.

Under the laser's strafing, he was not afraid at all.

But when he read those names, he couldn't help but burst into tears and shivered slightly.

At this time, the people who were standing in front of the radio and listening to the last "confession" consciously picked up paper and pen, and recorded these names in the simplest way.

And before all the names.

They all added another name at the same time... Grandpa Miyazaki!

No one thinks this is a lie.

Because when the real and rich emotions are passed on through the simple and ancient radio stations, one name after another.

No one will question the authenticity of this.

Emotions can be transmitted through language and sound, first of all, at the cost of burning the soul.

Boom!

Another aircraft was stepped on the back by Kurokawa, and directly inserted into the long knife, smashing the electronic core, and then crashed on the road.

A small missile passed over Kurokawa's head and exploded towards the small RV.

Obviously, the government could no longer bear the exposure of Grandpa Miyazaki's names and chose to blow him to death.

Instead of keeping it for future interrogation.

Kurokawa tried hard to speed over and used the knife in his hand to cut off the missile.

But the two robots turned into human forms, rushed towards her, and entangled her.

In the dazzling fire, the small RV was blown up high by the explosion.

Kurokawa's eyes magnified and his pupils shrank.
Chapter completed!