Chapter 384: The Overkill of Writer’s Block
Under the dim streetlamp, a middle-aged man in a rumpled suit, with a burning cigarette butt in his mouth, repeatedly examined a small paper note with elegant handwriting under the roadside light. His serious face gradually darkened, becoming as black as the surrounding environment.
“An object of extreme yin and extreme yang? Isn’t that a saying from China? Where can I get such things?”
“Corpse of an ordinary psychic or above?? And in such quantities??”
“It also requires special metals and stones. Where can I find these things for this little ancestor?”
Rubbing his face with some headache, Fukada Akihiko frowned and removed the cigarette that was stinging his eyes. He brought it back to his lips and took another puff, folded the note in his hand, put it in his inner pocket, and sighed.
The subtle schemes that the young girl’s face almost displayed were naturally hidden from Fukada Akihiko. However, even such a clumsy way of acting coquettishly, amplified by his daughter’s status, made Fukada Akihiko completely unable to resist. He patted her head and agreed to the girl’s request at the time.
In fact, Fukada Akihiko somewhat agreed with the content the girl mentioned. Compared to Kazumi when she was younger, it was indeed too cruel to make a girl who could now control power face such a result.
Fukada Akihiko also knew that Kazumi had been hiding things from him. From the previous snippets of conversation with Kurokawa Iori, he could also tell that the girl’s abilities and mindset were good. In fact, she had even helped Sakuraba Masashi recover his abilities. Ordinary psychics wouldn’t be qualified to do this.
“Eh…..”
The fledgling bird, with its newly grown weak wings, is impatiently eager to soar away from the warm nest built by its parents.
This is a stage that every parent has to face. At this time, the only thing they can do is probably to provide them with better help so that they don’t fall so hard when they stumble.
After all, in the underground, falling has a much heavier meaning than anything else.
“In the end, I still have to find Kurokawa.”
Shaking his head helplessly, Fukada Akihiko quickly determined his direction. The things Kazumi needed were too niche. For corpses, he could still think of a way at the organization’s laboratory, but for the special talismans, cinnabar, and yin yang items mentioned later, which clearly only existed in China, he really had no way.
He could only hope that Kurokawa Iori, who was in charge of the organization’s logistics, would have enough powerful connections worldwide with his ability.
As for the abnormal emotions that guy showed towards Kazumi a while ago, which were beyond normal?
At least Kazumi hadn’t told him about this yet, so Fukada Akihiko treated it as Kurokawa Iori’s usual unpredictable behavior. Given his involvement, Kazumi should be safe working under him.
If he didn’t play the previous “playing house” little game with the girl, his department responsible for assassination wouldn’t be very suitable for placing her. He could only say that he would place her in the relatively safer logistics department. Of course, this safety was only relative.
As for the reason for the things Kazumi needed, Fukada Akihiko didn’t care, nor did he want to find out.
Only he himself knew his own abilities. Everyone’s abilities are influenced by a certain level of their mind, leading to all sorts of bizarre abilities. Fukada Akihiko had also seen psychics with requirements more demanding than the girl’s. Although the items required for Kazumi’s abilities were strange, they were still within the scope of normal understanding.
Therefore, as an elder, if the girl had truly made up her mind to embark on this path, he would have no standing to refute her already correct views.
“But before that, there are other things to do.”
Fiddling with the cigarette butt in his hand, Fukada Akihiko’s originally gentle gaze was instantly replaced by a hidden ferocity. He brought the still-burning cigarette back to his lips, inhaled the remaining half in one go, and then forcefully stubbed the remaining butt onto the trash can beside him.
“Nagoya’s guardian deity, huh?”
He sneered, casually dropped the extinguished cigarette butt into the dedicated recycling slot of the trash can, turned around, and walked into the darkness of the corner.
……
“Uncle Fukada can solve part of it. I can slowly gather ordinary corpses with the [Graveyard Hill]. Souls too. Although it’s a bit slow, the [Great Graveyard] also has output. However, for now, priority must be given to converting them into temple attendants to repair several buildings.”
“I can ask Sakuraba Masashi for help with the rest. I shouldn’t be refused if I ask him for a small favor with the debt from that last incident. I just don’t know when he will be able to finish absorbing the energy and come out?”
“I can try with [Shell], but I feel their attitude towards me is quite cold, possibly because of what happened before. I’ll try my best in the next mission to gain some trust. They probably thought highly of me before.”
In the girl’s bedroom, after seeing Fukada Akihiko off, Kazumi sat cross-legged on her small bed barefoot. She propped her head up with one hand quite generously, leaning on her thigh, thinking in a way that was unlike a girl.
Although her own Governor did not agree with the plan to build a spectacle in the territory, she was still forcibly suppressed by the leader’s authority.
Kazumi understood the reasoning, but as a Chinese person, her ingrained preference for farming defeated her rationality at this moment, choosing to sacrifice some of the territory’s development to prioritize building the spectacle at hand.
Of course, Kazumi’s actions this time were not just brainless operations in the game of building a spectacle without even creating hammer soldiers. It was just that due to the information gap, Lei would think that the current territory was not suitable for this huge consumption unknown building like a gamble.
Having built spectacles in games before, Kazumi knew that their luxurious abilities were enough to change the course of a battle. This was the main reason why she was willing to sacrifice territorial development to build it.
“The general direction is set, but the implementation still depends on the specific situation….”
“The mission that [Shell] mentioned before is probably only about a month away. It would be best if the things could be built before the mission. We also need to find a way to promote the territory’s recovery.”
Casually swiping her phone, Kazumi was rethinking her future plans in her mind, but she accidentally glanced at a message from three days ago below an advertisement that she hadn’t replied to.
She clicked on it and looked at the clumsy and slightly hopeful greeting. The girl sat up expressionlessly, touched her chin, and looked at the short message item with a scrutinizing gaze, speaking in a faint, cold tone as if she were made of ice.
“I’ll go to the store tomorrow to take a look.”
(Ps: My condition is very bad, and I feel like the quality of what I write is also bad. Eh.)
