Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 835: 505, Opportunity

“Will they… be very dangerous?” Jinguji Maki murmured, repeating the words.

Wait a moment.

The little girl looked up at the young man in astonishment.

The meaning contained in those words seemed to be different from her understanding.

The Mysterious Business Department has always claimed that they are divine emissaries from Takamagahara in the Island Country.

These people not only controlled the Shintoism with a total of 120 million followers but also took over the local Shrines and held grand and mysterious rituals.

In her view, ordinary people who offend the god’s emissaries should certainly be in hiding.

Moreover, after Qing Chen saved her, he had no choice but to take her into the mountains to hide. Usually, isn’t it the weak who need to hide?

But now, how could there be a trace of fear in Qing Chen?

Qing Chen glanced at her: “But this time, I won’t cover your eyes. You must watch with your eyes open. If you close your eyes, I’ll send you somewhere else to live, and you and I will never meet again.”

The little girl was taken aback. After a long hesitation, she said, “I definitely won’t close my eyes.”

This made the little girl feel a bit strange. Last time, this brother was afraid she would see a bloody scene, but this time he was actively letting her watch.

Soon she understood that perhaps this was an attitude change.

Although she was too young to comprehend the reason for this change, Jinguji Maki believed this change should be good.

Qing Chen rubbed her head gently, and softly said, “Little one, you must prepare to face this cruel world… but it’s okay, you are just like me. You can walk the path I’ve walked.”

Nothing went into Jinguji Maki’s little head.

She only remembered that she and her brother were alike.

So happy.

“Are we going to fight the bad guys now?” the little girl asked.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “Let’s get the villagers out of danger first, and then create an opportunity for myself.”

“Opportunity?” the little girl asked with confusion in her eyes.

She wasn’t a Knight, so she didn’t understand the Knight’s slang.

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There were 431 people in Shirakawa Village, including skiing staff and tourists, totaling 943 people.

In this cold winter, over 400 members of the Mysterious Business Department gathered all of them in the central village road of Shirakawa Village.

Around them, dozens of large fire pits were lit with barrels of gasoline, illuminating the area as brightly as daylight.

All members of the Mysterious Business Department were wearing brown trench coats, black pants, black leather boots, and their hair slicked back, wearing neat ties.

They formed a stark contrast with the tourists and villagers.

A middle-aged man, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, slowly walked around the crowd: “Let me introduce myself, I am the director of the Mysterious Business Department, Wutian Yingfu. I know one of you must be hiding that little girl. How about we play a game? Let’s use the gassho-zukuri thatched houses of Shirakawa Village as stakes. Every ten seconds you don’t tell me where the little girl is, I will burn down one thatched house.”

Gassho-zukuri thatched houses are not only a world cultural heritage but also the homes of these villagers.

A villager shouted, “We are all legal citizens, what right do you have to do this?”

Wutian Yingfu’s face turned cold: “The Mysterious Business Department exists for the future of our nation. Now, you are sheltering the little girl and the murderer we are looking for. How is that different from treason? Don’t you know that seven of our members have died at their hands?”

The villager asked, “Why are you capturing a girl like Zhenji? Her life has already been tough, why do you need to treat her like this?”

“That’s Mysterious Business Department’s issue, none of your business,” Wutian Yingfu sneered, grabbing a burning coal from the fire pit with his bare hands and throwing it into the nearby thatched house.

The carefully constructed thatched house burst into flames in an instant.

The firelight reflected in the villagers’ eyes, showing expressions of despair as if in purgatory.

They realized that Wutian Yingfu’s hand was unscathed after grabbing the coal…

Are these people really emissaries from Takamagahara?

But why would god’s emissaries treat followers this way?

Seeing no villager was willing to disclose Jinguji Maki’s whereabouts, one gassho-zukuri after another turned into flames.

Wutian Yingfu ordered his men to pull out the villager who had questioned him and press them onto the ground.

He stomped on the questioner’s face with the hard heel of his leather boot, crushing it into the dirt: “You protect them, but when your house is burned down and your dignity is trampled into the mud, where are they?”

The questioner couldn’t breathe from the pain, with blood and dirt mixed on his face: “It was you who burned the gassho-zukuri, not them.”

Wutian Yingfu laughed: “Guess what I’ll burn when all the gassho-zukuri are gone, and no one still confesses where the little girl is.”

“Tell us.”

“After burning down the gassho-zukuri, I’ll burn you.”

“Wow, how merciless!”

Shirakawa Village suddenly fell silent, leaving only the crackling of the fire.

Wutian Yingfu slowly turned his head towards the sound, his face twisted as he asked, “Who is talking?”

In the darkness beyond the firelight, everyone vaguely saw a young man holding a little girl’s hand, quietly standing.

In just an instant, all members of the Mysterious Business Department realized that this was their target, the little girl and the one who killed seven of their members were both here!

Wutian Yingfu asked in his Bluetooth earpiece: “Where are the people on the south side? Somebody got through, and no one noticed.”

But there was no response in his Bluetooth earpiece.

The members of the Mysterious Business Department were stunned. To prevent the villagers from escaping, more than ten people were guarding the south side.

How could so many people be silently killed?

In the flickering firelight, Wutian Yingfu saw the young man covered in blood, but the little girl was clean.

Wutian Yingfu said calmly, “Be careful and surround them.”

At this moment, seeing people surrounding them, Jinguji Maki weakly asked in a small voice, “Onī-chan, what should we do now?”

Qing Chen responded in a low voice, “Run! Run quickly!”

“Ah?” The little girl was stunned. They had just said two sentences about fighting the bad guys, and now they were running?

This plot development seemed a bit off.

Qing Chen casually said, “Once we show up, the Mysterious Business Department will no longer bother the villagers.”

The Mysterious Business Department members cocked their guns and cautiously approached, ready for the imminent battle.

The next second, they saw the young man turn and walk into the darkness, holding the little girl’s hand.

He walked faster and faster, gradually starting to run…

And somehow, the young man found a mountain bike in the snow and rode it with the little girl towards the snow-capped mountains.

He even stood up on the pedals to speed up.

Wutian Yingfu squinted at the boy’s back on the bike, thinking that escaping on a bike seemed a bit disrespectful.

Qing Chen didn’t think it was a problem, it even felt a bit like guerrilla warfare against the enemy.

Wutian Yingfu sneered and said, “Get in the cars, chase them!”

In the next moment, a member of the Mysterious Business Department reported in the communication channel: “Director Wutian, all our car tires have been slashed!”

Wutian Yingfu was stunned. They brought over a hundred cars, and all the tires were slashed?!

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There will be another chapter at 11 p.m.