Chapter 2: Ghost

"Is someone following us?" Meng Fan frowned and suddenly doubted, "We have only been in Japan for a few hours. How can we attract the attention of people here?" Li He, have you seen who they are?

"Black clothes, masked, shuttle to the roof of the commercial buildings on both sides of us, very fast."

"Ghost!" As soon as Li He finished speaking, the great country exclaimed.

"Ghost, what is it?" Meng Fan looked at the big country, "Do you know these people who follow us?"

The big country nodded and said, "Since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, our four ancient martial arts families in China have had a lot of contact with Japanese ghosts. These people are good at all kinds of ninjutsu, their strange whereabouts, and unscrupulous means to achieve their goals. In the past six or seven hundred years, we have not had an advantage.

Meng Fan understood the identity of these people, but he was very puzzled. How could he be targeted by these local forces in just six or seven hours from getting off the plane to now?

At this time, at the top of the 13th floor commercial building on the right side of Meng Fan, two slender young people wrapped in black clothes, with a three-foot-long Japanese knife attached to their waist, bent down and stared at Meng Fan and others downstairs.

"Sanlang, they seem to have found us." One of them cautiously took a step back and whispered.

"It's impossible. They didn't look at us. They should just be chatting." The person called Sanlang obviously didn't care. He still held the metal railing, bent down, arched his legs, and looked down in the direction of Meng Fan.

The bodies of the two men in black are hidden in the afterglow of the sunset, which is difficult to identify. Without Li He's ghost eye ability to penetrate all obstacles, Meng Fan and his party could not have found them in any way.

Although the identity of the ghosts is clear, Meng Fan can't imagine the reason why they choose to monitor themselves without any special performance. Now, their strength and purpose are unclear, and pretending not to find them has become the best choice.

"Let's go!" Meng Fan walked forward and said, "As if you haven't found them, find a hotel to settle down first."

Several people talked while walking, which was completely like tourists, but Li He glanced at the tall buildings on both sides from time to time and told Meng Fan the whereabouts of the two ghosts.

The monitor is also monitored, and I'm afraid the two ghosts will never think of this.

After about half an hour, Meng Fan found an ordinary hotel called Big Rikong and booked two triple rooms. He lived in one room with Su Qian, Li He, Daguo and Michelle, which was settled down.

Five people gathered in Meng Fan's room. Li He carefully observed the surrounding situation through the wall of the room and told Meng Fan, "The two ghosts have left, and there is no trace of them within 100 meters."

Meng Fan nodded, but his expression was very solemn.

"Meng Fan." Su Qian gently held Meng Fan's hand with a little worry on her face.

"It's okay." Meng Fan gently patted the back of Su Qian's hand, "I want to see what they are going to do?"

"Yes, the captain is right." Li He said, "Look at them jumping around upstairs, it's similar to monkeys. It shouldn't be much."

Everyone laughed, and the solemn atmosphere eased and became relaxed.

Everyone chatted for a while, and it was getting late. Several people dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep. There is a certain reason for Meng Fan's arrangement. Now the ghosts are monitoring themselves for unknown reasons. If Su Qian is allowed to sleep alone in a room, it is too dangerous and he is not assured.

It's just the first time I've had sex with Su Qian, and I really feel a little unclear.

Su Qian sat gently beside Meng Fan, snuggled up in his arms, and whispered, "Don't worry, Meng Fan. Li He is right. They may not be very powerful. Maybe they just pass by by chance, and they are not necessarily aimed at us.

Meng Fan held Su Qian's hand and nodded.

That said, Meng Fan knew very well that in the Ming Dynasty, Japan was just an island country with a few people. China's four ancient martial arts families are in their prime. At that time, ghosts could compete with the ancient martial arts families. There is no other explanation except for their strange whereabouts and fierce attack methods.

What's more, the enemy's purpose is unknown now, and this matter has become strange and unambiguable, so it is really a little tricky. It seems that it is better to find Inoue as soon as possible and leave Japan as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan said softly to Su Qian, "Cyan, I want to use a computer."

In this ordinary hotel, even the standard room of three people has a computer. Although the appearance is a little old, it is at least connected to the Internet. There should be no problem in finding a person.

Su Qian nodded.

Meng Fan sat in front of the computer, while Su Qian stood quietly behind him and watched Meng Fan operate the computer.

"I really want to thank the computer." Meng Fan said with a smile, "At the beginning in Dalian, I found you by hacking into the identity authentication system of the public security department, and the computer is also our matchmaker."

Su Qian giggled, put her arms around Meng Fan's neck from behind, and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Meng Fan turned his head and kissed Su Qian's little mouth like a chicken pecking rice. Su Qian immediately spread Meng Fan's neck and jumped away.

Meng Fan laughed and made a slap gesture to Su Qian, then turned on the computer and began to look for Inoue's information in the Osaka population identity registration system.

In a small city as big as Osaka, there is a population of about 3 million. However, it's a pity that among these three million people, there are only two called Inoue, one is three years old and the other is just three months old.

Meng Fan turned off the computer and frowned. Isn't this Inoue from Osaka?

This is really bad news. The population of Japan is close to 200 million. If you can't determine the location of Inoue, it is as difficult to find her among 200 million people than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Meng Fan, what's wrong?" Su Qian was a little worried when she saw Meng Fan's frown.

Meng Fan shook his head and said helplessly, "It's really my fault. If I had found other domestic companions first, I wouldn't have so much trouble now. Well, Inoue should not be from Osaka.

"But doesn't the list indicate that she is in Osaka?"

"Who knows?" Meng Fan was a little anxious. On the one hand, it was difficult to find Inoue for a while, and on the other hand, there was a local Japanese force staring behind him. Combining these two aspects, he suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Moreover, the most important point is that the ghost person does not understand his own strength or purpose. This feeling of the enemy in secret is really uncomfortable.

Meng Fan lowered his head for a moment and said, "Cianer, let's have a good rest today and leave Japan tomorrow."

"Leave Japan?" Su Qian was surprised, "Have you left after only one day?"

"Yes, that's the only way now." Meng Fan nodded heavily, "Now Inoue Xi is difficult to find. Besides, I feel very uncomfortable being monitored by those little devils."

"Okay, Meng Fan, I'll listen to you!" Su Qian smiled and said, "Go to bed early."

Meng Fan's heart immediately began to beat wildly. Although Meng Fan did not plan to sleep in a ** with Su Qian, from puberty to now, he spent the night in a room with girls of the same age, and it was still the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair.

"Oh." Meng Fan felt a little nervous and simply lay down on **, covered the quilt and didn't care about anything.

Su Qian laughed, lifted Meng Fan's quilt, and said with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

At this time, Meng Fan looked up from the angle of Su Qian from below. Meng Fan, who was reflected in the bright light, could not open his eyes. He only felt that Su Qian under the light seemed to be more beautiful than ever before.

Also, I seem to be despised by this girl.

Damn it! Just die!

Meng Fan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly. Before Su Qian could react, she reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled it down. Poor Su Qian stood still and immediately carried it into Meng Fan's arms.

"Haha, let you despise me, let you despise me." Meng Fan held Su Qian tightly in one hand and scratched her itch with the other hand.

"Help." Su Qian giggled, "You bad guy, bad guy, you know how to bully me."

"Yes, I knew how to bully you." Meng Fan took Su Qian to **, then lay on his side and put his face in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

"Hmm!" Su Qian turned her head and pouted.

"Oh, how dare you despise me?" Meng Fan came closer and smelled the fragrance of Su Qian's body with great enjoyment.

"Bad guy." Su Qian found that Meng Fan's face was only a few centimeters away from his face. She was obviously panicked. She put her hand on Meng Fan's chest and gently pushed it.

This strength was too small. Meng Fan smiled, grabbed Su Qian's hand and pressed it, aimed at Su Qian's little mouth and kissed it deeply.

"Well." Su Qian struggled slightly, and immediately softened. She closed her eyes and wrapped her other hand around Meng Fan's neck.

Qian'er in her arms exhaled Fanglan, Meng Fan smelled Qianer's blurred body fragrance, tasted a little red lips, and was completely intoxicated at this moment.

Su Qian's body was shaking slightly, and her lips were so soft and sweet.

This kiss is very long and green. After a while, Meng Fan raised his head and gently stroked Su Qian's face, while Su Qian didn't seem to feel that the kiss was over, her face was flushed and her eyelashes moved slightly.

Meng Fan gently kissed Su Qian's forehead and shouted, "Qia'er."

Su Qian secretly opened her eyes, squeezed her lips, and said in a low voice, "Bad guy."

"Really? So I'm a bad guy." Meng Fan deliberately frowned, "There is something worse. Do you want to try it?"

"Ah?"

Meng Fan laughed, fucking shy, fucking green and uneasy. We are men. It's natural to hold a beloved girl. What are you afraid of?

Bad guy! 𔔔——”

Meng Fan has completely pressed Su Qian under his body, followed her clothes, and gently stroked every inch of her skin.

Smooth and soft.

Under Meng Fan's touch, Su Qian's body trembled slightly, her eyes closed tightly, and her expression was blurred, but a little firm.

"Cyan..."

"Ye."

Meng Fan finally had no worries and uneasiness.

An idea, the light in the room turned off in an hour, slowly retreated from the imprisonment of the appearance, returned to the original state of human beings.

One night of Wushan clouds and rain, enjoy all the joy for a while...