Shikoku Island, Mima City, next to the Kofuki River.

This is a quiet country town. Outside the town is a farmland with crops. It only takes half an hour to walk from one side of the town to the other. Apart from the national highway passing by, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a modern closed manor.

The people in the town knew each other well, but they looked down but didn't look up.

A big yellow dog ran out of the genie house, followed by a famous little boy about six or seven years old holding a ball in his hands.

"thump."

The round ball rolled on the ground, and the big yellow dog turned around and screamed. One dog and one child had a very strong smell of the countryside.

"Qi Ren, where are you going?"

A kind old man in his sixties walked out of the house of Geng Guozi and asked as he looked at his grandson running away.

"Go back soon! Stinky grandpa!" Grandpa Qiren turned around and shouted at the old man, took out the hard candy from his mouth and slapped it to his grandpa, "The sugar is so sour, I won't eat it."

"Stupid brat." The old man laughed and cursed, with a hard fruit candy in his hand that his grandson would not eat after taking a bite.

There are also convenience stores in the island country, but it is written in the island Chinese characters "王王纪口", which is a commoner's snack made of coarse grains, and later it also refers to snacks.

The snacks that Chinese people remember as children can also be found in snack shops in island countries, such as whistle candy, milk slices, cocoa butter wrapped in golden tin foil, and plastic gourd sugar water full of saccharine and pigment...

To talk about the biggest difference, the island country does not have the most enduring spicy strips in the Chinese convenience store, and the country does not have the delicious sticks in the island country's fruit house. Both are specialties in their own country.

Waiting for the last wave of people from Showa era to die, the genkozi house completely dissipated in the smoke of history. Put the remaining candy of grandson into his mouth, and the old man sat on the stool and basked the sun on Shikoku Island.

With fewer and fewer students in urban primary schools, there is no need to sell much in a day in the Guiguozi House. However, the elderly don’t care about these things. They find something to do and don’t let themselves be idle. This is what people of his age pursue.

Life in a small place is so comfortable and quiet, as if it can drag people into endless leisure time and be deeply imprinted in this land.

Spending time quietly and then dying at the right time will not take two or three generations, no one will remember his name. In a few hundred years, the temple will probably also bring out its grave.

"Crack." With the fruit candy in my mouth, the old man heard the footsteps of his grandson running in a hurry.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!" The grandson's shouting was very anxious, as if he was being chased by a wild boar.

"What's wrong, Qiren?"

The old man took down the newspaper covering his eyes and looked in the direction of his grandson.

Qiren stood in front of the store in fear, with tall figures following his thin body.

The tall figure was wearing a black suit and carrying a bag, while the other hand was suspiciously placed in his arms.

It would be fine if it was just like that. Perhaps it was an unlucky community livestock who was on a business trip in a small place and had nothing to care about.

But beside and behind Qi Ren, dozens of men in black stood, all staring at their Geng Fruit House expressionlessly.

Such an exaggerated posture is like a business trip.

Where did these dozens of people come from? Could it be the Jidao Organization?

But there are only young gangsters in the town who are not good at home, so there is no real thief organization. Besides, there are dozens of people at once. This is too exaggerated. I have never been involved with Yakuza since I was a child.

He has old arms and legs. Even if he is caught by the Jidao organization and sells his body tissue, he will not make any money, but he will have to lose money.

"Who are you? What are you doing?!"

The old man was so scared that he moved his throat and swallowed the hard candy, and almost choked himself to death without breathing.

The majestic man led by "Kenji Uno." took out his ID, and the logo of the Supernatural Hall was clear and conspicuous!

“Yes, it’s me.”

The Minister of the Four Kingdoms of the Supernatural Hall, an absolute senior official in the local system. Such a senior official personally came to arrest people, and the old man's head was dizzy now.

He did not recognize the sign on the document. The only violent agency in a small place was the police station with only a few people, and they were all his own people in the town, an old policeman in his fifties and sixties.

"You've been arrested."

"Why..." The old man subconsciously stood up to retort, looking at his grandson's worried eyes, he swallowed, "Okay, I understand, I'll accompany you for a trip..."

Hearing that he was arrested, his heart skipped a beat and all kinds of distracting thoughts rushed to his forehead.

"grandfather."

"Qiren, don't be afraid. You go home to find your parents first, and you say don't worry. Grandpa will go home soon. What have these police and gentlemen misunderstood?"

Rubbing his grandson's head, Kenji Uno slapped his back and let him leave quickly: "Be careful on the road."

He then stood up and looked at the policemen in the Supernatural Hall: "Mr. Police."

"Hatano, Ouchi, you two are going to send your children home."

"yes."

The two subordinates nodded and walked back with Qiren on both sides. The loyal yellow dog was yelling anxiously around the crowd.

"You must have misunderstood something, why did you catch me?"

"Misunderstanding? Let's talk about it when you arrive in Tokyo."

"East, Tokyo?"

Many neighbors have now surrounded the narrow streets. Looking at Kenji Uono who was caught, they stared at each other and talked about what happened.

The old policeman in the town was at a loss on the periphery and didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

"Hoi, what's going on? How could Old Man Uno be arrested?"

"That's right, did you get something wrong?"

The old policeman Horii himself didn't understand what was going on. Not only did he call, he also directly sent the police chief of police department to come. The biggest surprise was the group of men in black. He looked like he was of a very low level and had a scary identity.

"I don't know, it should be...a big problem."

The neighbors gave Horii a blank look, saying that was equivalent to not saying anything.

"Will Old Man Uno kill someone?"

"Ah? It's impossible to go. How could he kill someone at this age? And there are no murder cases recently. He has never left the town in recent years."

"Maybe, maybe it was the murderer when he was young, but now the matter is revealed."

Horii coughed and gently patted the shoulder of the person next to him: "Don't talk nonsense. Now, before the truth comes out, don't say anything. If Uno doesn't do anything, you are so rumored, it will be embarrassing when he returns home."

A little sesame thing that is turbulent can spread in the town. The residents of the town, which are obviously aging, love the gossip of the people around them. Under the crowd's onlookers, Uno was pushed into the police car, and the black-clad man in black also refreshed everyone's views.

In this situation, Uno will not be directly dragged to the death penalty!
Chapter completed!