Chapter 9: Traces of Ghosts

After planning their respective tasks, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Because of the plan, everyone was relaxed and left the hotel to enjoy a delicious lunch in a quiet mood.

Out of the door of the hotel, Meng Fan found that Osaka was in chaos. There were police and troops everywhere on the street, and there were few ordinary pedestrians. Many shops had been closed, obviously closed in advance.

Two policemen found Meng Fan and several people, rushed to Meng Fan in a few steps, and said something. Meng Fan and Li He and others looked at each other in confusion and couldn't understand this ghostly language at all.

The two policemen saw that Meng Fan and others could not understand, looked at each other and changed to lame English.

This time, Li He understood a general idea and translated it to Meng Fan. The general meaning is that something very serious happened in Osaka. Now the curfew has begun, hoping that the public will stay at home. Of course, foreign tourists should also stay in their respective hotels so that the military can investigate.

Meng Fan nodded with a smile, showed his cooperation to the two, and turned back to the Big Japan Sky Hotel with Li He and others.

Several people entered the door of the hotel, and a middle-aged man dressed as a soldier followed him and went straight to the front desk of the hotel and handed the lady a document.

Meng Fan understood that it should be a curfew notice and other documents. The efficiency of the Japanese military is really high. In just three hours, the killing has come up with countermeasures and formulated relevant documents.

However, it is not easy to prohibit residents from going to the streets. In a modern city, you must go out to buy daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil and salt. Keep the residents at home and starve them to death?

Meng Fan looked out through the glass door of the lobby on the first floor and found that many pedestrians had clashed with the army. Not far away, more than a dozen people surrounded an order-maining officer in the middle and argued loudly, obviously dissatisfied with the army's order to prohibit people from going to the streets.

"Let's go." Meng Fan smiled and said to the crowd, "Let's go upstairs and let the hotel waiter deliver lunch to the room later."

Everyone was surprised and returned to the room under the leadership of Meng Fan.

At 2:00 p.m., several people had lunch. Meng Fan walk to the window and looked down at the road downstairs. The street was still full of soldiers, almost ten meters along the road. Although there are few pedestrians, almost less than one tenth of the usual, those soldiers seem to no longer stop them and let them walk on the road.

Meng Fan smiled and said, "It seems that these soldiers are very confident that they can maintain order, and probably think that so many troops are deployed enough to make the murderers afraid of chaos. And it seems that many people don't know about this matter. Look at the pedestrians who are no different from usual.

"What should we do?" Qian Sanhai asked, "Would you like to give them another guy?"

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "Our purpose is not to kill people, but to find a big country. Since the army no longer prevents travel, let's go out later, hoping that those ghosts will move fast enough. Qianer, is there any report about what happened in the morning on the Internet?

Su Qian fiddled with the computer for a while, shook her head and said, "It seems not. I can't understand their text, but at least there is no picture of this matter."

Meng Fan frowned. The power of the Japanese military was indeed strong. Such a sensational thing that could hardly be concealed was pressed by them, and the scope of influence was minimized.

However, I'm afraid they won't hide such a thing for a long time. After all, the casualties are too great. Even if it is spread by word of mouth, it will become smelled in the streets in a few days. At that time, the real panic will come!

"All right." Meng Fan said, "Let's go out. Obviously, the Japanese military has no idea about this matter and may gather ghosts in time.

Meng Fan left the hotel again with several people and walked slowly on the roadside. This time, the soldiers on the roadside did not stop him. I think it should be the result of the coordination between the residents and the army, which also indirectly provided convenience for Meng Fan's travel.

However, the army's curfew documents are still valid. After sunset, there can no longer be pedestrians on the road. Therefore, if you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better get back to the hotel before sunset.

The sunset time in Osaka is 7 p.m., less than five hours before the sunset. Meng Fan and his party walked on the roadside and looked no different from ordinary residents, but Li He couldn't help looking around and visiting the surrounding movements.

Now, ghosts are most likely to appear at the site of the massacre, so Meng Fan is walking in the direction leading to the street where the massacre occurred in the morning.

Several people walked for more than an hour. Although Li He did not find anything, he had gradually approached the street. His eyes passed through the cracks in the tall buildings and seemed to be able to see the intersection of the street.

At this time, two tall soldiers with a cold face suddenly appeared in front of Meng Fan and others, staring coldly at Meng Fan and pointing back to a sign not far away.

Meng Fan looked in the direction of the soldier's finger and saw that the way forward had been sealed by the white warning banner, with a wide sign on one side of the banner. Meng Fan didn't understand the words on it. I think it should be forbidden to pass.

That street should have been blocked. It seems that the army is doing rehabilitation work, as can be seen from the trucks carrying bodies and water trucks flushing blood looming through the cracks of high-rise buildings.

Meng Fan still doesn't want to cause trouble, especially when there are soldiers around him. Now the most important thing is to find ghosts, and then get news about big countries from the ghosts.

In the cold eyes of the two soldiers, Meng Fan smiled and walked with everyone's way.

After walking less than 100 meters, Li He suddenly pulled Meng Fan to the hiding place behind a tall building and whispered, "There are two people in black on that street, exactly the same costume as that day's ghost. But they hid in the dark, as if they were investigating something, and the army on the street could not see them.

"Oh?" Meng Fan was surprised, "So, the ghost finally came out?"

Li He nodded with a happy face, and the others also looked very happy.

Finally, these bastards finally appeared! Meng Fan gritted his teeth and couldn't wait to rush into the street to find out the two ghosts.

"Captain, I'll go and have a look." Qian Sanhai said, "I don't think those soldiers can keep up with my speed and don't have time to react."

Meng Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Well, pay attention to hide yourself and don't let the ghosts find out that if there is danger, come back immediately!"

Qian Sanhai nodded, his body flashed, and he disappeared.

This time, Qian Sanhai's speed was a few points faster than before. After a second, his shadow gradually disappeared.

Meng Fan was a little nervous. He stared at the direction of the street and tried his best to resist the rushing in.

After less than half a minute, Qian Sanhai suddenly returned to Meng Fan and stood there like a streamer, bringing a gust of wind. He said to Meng Fan, "I saw those two people, but I'm not sure to bring them back here, and there are too many soldiers on the street, about thousands."

Meng Fan pondered for a moment and said, "We finally brought out the ghosts. Anyway, we can't give up because there are too many soldiers."

After saying that, Meng Fan looked out and saw that there were only 100 soldiers guarding the guard line nearby, and his eyes immediately became extremely cold.

You are unlucky! Meng Fan made up his mind and said to everyone, "You hide in this hiding place!" Qian Sanhai, your combat effectiveness is very strong. You will be responsible for the safety of Li He, Su Qian and Michelle later. Li He, pay attention to the surroundings and tell Qian Sanhai to solve the problem as soon as he finds the abnormality. Also, Su Qian, please help me change my appearance.

Su Qian smiled and gently kissed Meng Fan's cheek. The moment her lips touched Meng Fan's cheek, Meng Fan's face suddenly changed from handsome to old, looking similar to a sixty- or 70-year-old old man.

However, the appearance is similar to that of the old man, and his mobility has not changed.

"Go ahead, grandpa." Su Qian smiled and said, "Come back early."

Meng Fan shook his head helplessly, slowly walked out of the hidden place of the commercial building and walked towards the warning line.

Near the cordon, more than 100 soldiers gathered in twos and threes, guarding the border line and talking about the strange massacre without warning or clue.

Suddenly, a soldier felt that his waist was loose. He touched his waist with doubt. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply because of fear - the gun at his waist disappeared.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think. A second later, there was a round blood hole in his forehead, and hot blood and white brain plasma gushed out, taking away all his signs of life.

Almost at the same time, more than 100 soldiers guarding the cordon fell to the ground, with a blood hole in the center of their foreheads, and blood and brains sprinkled on the ground. The scene was extremely tragic.

Except for the 'puff' sound of the bullet penetrating the head, there was no sound, and even the sound of the bullet coming out of the chamber could not be heard. The scene was a little strangely quiet.

Fifty meters away, Meng Fan slowly walked out from behind a tree. After looking around for a week, he confirmed that there was no more life near the warning line, and then crossed the warning line to the edge of the street.

Immediately, two soldiers rushed to Meng Fan and stared at Meng Fan. Ula Ula said with a puzzled face. Meng Fan couldn't understand, so he had to point to his mouth and then to his ears, indicating that he was deaf and mute.

One of the soldiers bypassed Meng Fan and looked in the direction in which Meng Fan came. The meaning was self-evident. There was a cordon, and the old man could not get here anyway.

Meng Fan closed his eyes slightly and quietly sensed the mechanical situation around him.

The surrounding situation is very simple. Thousands of bodies have been taken away, leaving only many waterwheels equipped with high-pressure water guns to wash away the blood stains on the road. As for the soldiers, Qian Sanhai is right. Thousands of soldiers are indeed concentrated here, because Meng Fan clearly sensed that there are thousands of guns on this street.

But Meng Fan's attention was not focused on these Japanese soldiers, but carefully sensed the shadow of the existence of two Japanese knives.