Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The plane that took off from Shikoku flew straight to Tokyo. Uno had only been to Tokyo a few times in his life. He never thought that he would go to Tokyo in this way when he was in his sixties.

Sitting in the closed police car, he watched the scenery of Tokyo curiously. Even when he was detained in the headquarters of the Supernatural Agency, he still had a blank and wronged expression on his face.

The interrogation of an old country man required a series of elites from the Supernatural Department, even Si Dao and several deputy directors came to watch.

Old man Yuno was involved in important matters, and ordinary soldiers and cadres had no right to participate.

"How many times do you want me to say it? I don't know Seiichiro Ishizaki, let alone Junpei Ishizaki." Uno sat on the chair restlessly, with a puzzled and painful expression on his face, "There is no one with the surname Ishizaki in our town. family."

"Did you make a mistake, it must be."

The two interrogators looked at each other with disdain.

The old man was sophistrying all the way from Shikoku to Tokyo, and when he arrived at the headquarters, he didn't know anything, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Thinking about it, the worst thing an old man living in the country can do is to drink and have sex with him. The neighbors scuffled together.

The cunning prisoner has seen many times, and he will not cry when he sees the coffin.

"Is it right? It's not up to you to say it, Mr. Uno."

After leaving those words behind, the interrogator remained stern and expressionless.

The two of them are now the only high-ranking officials in the Supernatural Hall, and they no longer deal with such front-line affairs as early as ten or twenty years ago, but now they are used to kill chickens because of special circumstances.

"The other side is ready."

"Well, let's connect."

The interrogator took out the official tablet and gently pushed it down in front of Old Man Uno.

The old man Yuno still knows about the tablet computer. He still insists on using the flip phone in the countryside.

"It does not make sense."

The screen lighted up slowly, and old man Uno looked over curiously, his eyes instantly turned from curiosity to doubt and fear.

Fear of 120,000 degrees flowed in the blood vessels, densely covered the whole face like barnacles, the eyeballs almost popped out of the eye sockets, and the thin body trembled uncontrollably.

"Drink..."

Yuno's throat seemed to be inhabited by a beast, and he couldn't stop making the sound of drinking.

"Mom, it seems to be him..."

Ishizaki Shunhei's gray and black face was close to the screen, and then he avoided it in fear. Moribai's two rows of teeth met up and down: "It's him, kill me."

"Boom!"

Yuno leaned back, but the chair was a prison chair welded to the ground, with his hands and feet tightly locked on it, even a fat house of three hundred catties could not crush the chair.

"No, it's impossible."

Completely changed a person, Kenji Uno's kind face turned terrifyingly hideous, he raised his neck and forced himself not to see what was on the screen.

"How is he still alive? It's impossible! Impossible!"

"Mom, mom." Junping with gray and dull skin huddled in his mother's arms, and looked at Yuno with fear in his evil black eyes.

More than twenty years can turn a half-arm-length baby into a completely different adult, and it can also turn a youthful girl into a yellow-faced woman with lost collagen, but forty to sixty years old, sixty years old By the age of eighty, there are not many changes in the elderly over a long period of time, but more on the internal mechanism, aging and death.

"Kenji Uno, do you have anything else to say?"

The two interrogators looked at each other and nodded. If every deceased person could stand up and identify their murderer, the workload of the police would be reduced by more than half.

"Kenji Uno."

"Kenji Uno, Kenji Uno!"

"Speak, Kenji Uno!!"

After being reprimanded several times by the police, Kenji Uno pulled himself out of fear.

"I..." Kenji Uno's throat rolled up and down, "Why... why didn't he die?"

"I obviously cut him into more than a hundred pieces!"

"Say! Where is the body!"

The townspeople by the Anabuki River were still chatting about the news of the Uno family, and the police stationed in the town of the Supernatural Department immediately took action collectively after receiving the call.

Dozens of people were divided into ten groups and rushed to a wild mountain outside the town, and went into the mountain to search for clues at night.

The actions of the police cannot escape the eyes of the villagers, and everyone is watching the collective actions of the police.

It was difficult for the townspeople to fall asleep tonight. Standing outside the blockade, they chatted about their "clues" in twos and threes, such as the recent abnormal behavior of old man Yuno, and what strange and abnormal behaviors this old man had when talking to Yuno.

If the clues of the townspeople are combined and analyzed, what will be presented to everyone in the end may be a messy and strange story. Give a hundred people a pen and paper, and they can draw a hundred criminals.

"In the middle of the four trees, a few natural stones were built...I found it! It should be this one. Protect the site first and wait for follow-up personnel to come to dig."

After a while, the police carrying large and small bags began to excavate the scene with flashlights.

The yellow soil has a wet soil smell, and there are earthworms and small insects in it. From the outside, it looks like ordinary soil.

But when they dug down to a depth of three meters, the policeman couldn't help frowning.

"Pack them up and don't miss a single piece."

Fortunately, it was buried deep enough, otherwise these things would be picked up and eaten by animals wandering in the mountains.

"The police are down."

"What are they holding?"

"It can't be a corpse, right? Old man Uno killed someone and buried him on the mountain!"

"You're talking nonsense again."

Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokosuka Base.

The remains excavated from Shikoku Island were sent for laboratory analysis. The development of modern science and technology far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. Let alone the bones buried in the ground for more than 20 years, even the bones of the Han Dynasty two thousand years ago can be detected. The DNA gene of the original owner, and then determine who the possible offspring of this person are and where they are distributed.

"Why? Why did he do such a cruel thing?!"

In the interrogation video, Kenji Uno looked tense and calm, and described his crime process in detail. After watching it for less than five minutes, Mrs. Ishizaki closed her eyes and hammered the table with her hands.

"I had a quarrel with my wife that day, and my wife took my son back to her mother's house angrily. After being shut down at my father-in-law's house, I felt resentful."

Kenji Uno recalled in detail what happened around that day: "Then on the way home while driving, I saw this kid wandering the street, holding the Sunny Doll in his hand."

"I took him away when no one was around, and then at home..."

This kind of calm and detailed narration presents the great horror in front of the living, and every thread is entangled with a chilling feeling of disgust.

"Why did he choose Junping." Holding Junping who had come back from the dead, Mrs. Ishizaki cried out heartbreakingly, "Is it because Junping happened to be on the road and he happened to be driving by?"

Junping's little head still can't understand what happened, and even at the age of four, he can't figure out the reason why this grandfather killed him back then.

The psychologist watched indifferently from the side, pushing his glasses with his fingers from time to time. There was nothing to fluctuate in his heart. With 140 million citizens, there are all kinds of people. Guys like Kenji Uno are typical psychopaths.

The crime was not due to a vendetta. Kenji Uno and the Ishizaki family had never met, let alone met.

It was just that when driving through the village where Junping lived, he took the child away impromptu, and then tortured and killed him at his own home.

The completely meaningless evil is just because of the depression and has fallen into the stimulation quagmire of the individual's brain, exchanging worthless killings for his own excitement.

This is impromptu killing.

Meaningless, worthless, irrelevant.

Because he has nothing to do with the victim, there is no way to track him down from the victim's network. In addition, it is a long time ago, and surveillance cameras are not widely used in small places. This is destined to become a headless case.

There are many headless unsolved cases like this in the island country. Even in the modern age of technological longevity, there are still frequent incidents of impromptu killings.

Mrs. Ishizaki wished she could rush to Tokyo and tear Kenji Uno into pieces, but no matter what she did, she couldn't make up for the lost decades, not to mention that her husband was willing to sacrifice herself in order to revive Junping, and Junping was just able to live in the same place. Survive in the world for seven days.

Compress the lost more than twenty years into seven days, each day represents three years that have slipped away.

Every minute is precious.

"Mom, I'm so scared." From the moment he saw the old man Yono, Junping's small body was trembling, and that face aroused the fear in his heart.

Before he had time to grow up, he saw the most vicious and meaningless evil in the world.

"I won't leave again, mother..."

"No, we will never be separated." Mrs. Ishizaki's eyes flashed death, and she forced herself to recover from her grief, and hugged Junping with a smile on her face.

Touching the back of her son's head, Mrs. Ishizaki looked at the base operator: "Excuse me...how will Kenji Uno deal with it?"

"The death penalty, without a doubt."

A categorical answer, but in fact, if the usual judgments are followed, Kenji Uno may be sentenced to dozens of people in the end, or even only a few years in prison because he is too old and only killed one person. As for the gratifying death penalty It is absolutely impossible.

The law in the eyes of meat eaters is completely different from that of ordinary people. They wish that there would never be such a thing as the death penalty in the world.

But there are priorities, and when it comes to resurrection from the dead, the legal judgment is a little bit at the discretion of the people.

"Then, Junping's ashes can..."

"Sorry, this matter is not within our purview."

Want to get the remains back? Even burned to ashes?

whimsical.

Not to mention the remains buried in the mountains, after seven days even Junping's resurrected body will be taken away for a careful study.

"is that so……"

A spiritual light flashed in Junping's black eyes, and Mizuno's breath was fleeting in the room.

…………

At the same time, a series of work in the Yokosuka base is still going on in an orderly manner, and the sorrows and joys of individuals are not connected, not to mention that the dedicated researchers in the base with obvious divisions are isolated from the world, and they have no idea that another earth-shattering event has taken place resurrection from the dead.

They should study materials, and those who should try to use high-energy physics to track and observe extraordinary energy continue to do research.

There are also some shift workers relaxing in the rest and entertainment area. Xbox, cutting-edge PCs, and VR equipment are all available in the base. The base is eager to build this place into a self-sufficient closed space, allowing researchers to marry wives and have children. It is convenient to manage these top brains on the earth.

The resting method of the black Tibetan is different from that of most researchers. He is neither addicted to the virtual world nor does anaerobic exercise that will make his body smelly. He is squatting in the base like an autistic patient. Woods green side.

"Chaoqinglong, come on!"

"Musashimaru, you can't lose!!"

"Use the dash!"

"The effect is not obvious."

"Musashimaru, stand up, you haven't lost yet!"

In front of Jianhei Tibetan squatting, two unicorns wrestled with each other, looking like sumo wrestlers.

This kind of primitive children's activity is rare in the modern island country. Maybe the teacher will spread the knowledge to the students during the youth tour in elementary school. How can it be better to play with mobile phones at home when catching unicorns and fighting insects.

"Oh, this sentence is that Musashimaru Rikishi lost."

It was at this time that Jianheizang had a little bit of human vitality, at least his mouth would not smell so bad when facing bugs.

He caught these two bugs in the woods, and he simply raised them in the base when he had nothing to do.

Of course, insects cannot be brought into the closed base, not even the living quarters. Fortunately, after being sealed in a glass bottle and filled with sufficient food, the unicorn can barely survive for a few days.

In case the unicorns die of autism one day, at worst, the black Tibetans will go to the woods to catch a few more.

His hobbies are not the most special among the many personnel, at most he is still a child at heart. As long as he is not killing people and setting fires in the base, the management will turn a blind eye to the hobbies of these professionals.

"Stop hitting, or you'll die if you hit again."

Watching the two unicorns wrestling together, trying to break off each other's horns, Jian Hei Tibetan lazily used a wooden stick and hands to separate them.

As long as you pay attention to the turning head of the unicorn fairy, you will be safe if you don't get bitten by the opponent...

Among them, black Tibetans are professionals. They have been in contact with unicorns since they were seven or eight years old... a few days ago!

"ah!"

The black Tibetan jumped up suddenly, his right hand was holding the unicorn on his left hand.

Red blood flowed out from the fingertips, and the Unicorn Immortal bit the finger of his left hand with such force that he almost bit off a piece of flesh.

"It hurts!"

With five fingers connected to the heart, Jian Hei Tibetan was in so much pain that he felt that he could directly lift the corpse and send it for autopsy. The cause of death was bitten to death by a unicorn.

If an experienced person is here, he should know how to remove the unicorn.

But Jian Hei Tibetans didn't have this knowledge, so they simply picked up the glass bottle next to them and gave shock therapy to the unicorn that bit him.

Musashimaru Rikishi was photographed into pieces, and he never had a chance to fight back in his life.

"Hiss, I need to eliminate inflammation..."

Holding the bite wound, the Jian Hei Tibetan bared his teeth and didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, you shouldn't have nothing to do to play such dangerous entertainment.

The rest of the chaoqinglong wrestlers looked at Jian Hei Tibetan, as if they were wondering where to start.

"Go aside."

As if understanding what he said, the Unicorn Immortal ran away with great strides.

"return."

The unicorn obediently crawled back.