Chapter 37 Chris Maya
The low roar of the motorcycle engine echoed on the silent forest road. Chiba Makoto wore a helmet and stared at the road ahead, heading quickly towards area B.
This time I came to Suna Mountain and gained a lot. I met Ida Jingryu, learned the secrets of ghosts and gods, and solved the doubts trapped in my heart. But as for how to hide the light on my body, I don’t know how to hide the light in my body. The spaceman discovered that Ida Jingryu was also shaking his head in confusion. This was the first time for him to see such a person of light.
We went to area B to check if there was any abnormal invitation. Ida Iryu also refused. With only a trace of his soul left, his only thought was to continue to suppress the ghost of Suna and prevent him from being resurrected. Disaster for the world.
However, after Chiba Makoto explained that the anti-theft performance of his small temple was extremely poor, Ida Iryu said that he would temporarily rely on the old patrolman named Yamada to repair the small temple. To prevent someone from sneaking in and picking the lock and causing a big disaster, if Qianye Cheng discovers anything, you can come here to find him.
The so-called B area originated from the old defense army era. Due to reasons such as confidentiality and communication needs, those bustling metropolises were divided into several areas, and numbers, letters, or a mixture of both were used as code names for a certain area.
Later, when the SADF was disbanded and the TPC was established, these code names no longer needed to be kept secret. Compared with a long list of names such as which city, which area, which intersection of streets, etc., these code names were simple, convenient, and clear at a glance. , thus becoming the second name for these areas, widely used in fields such as maps and navigation.
Area B is located in the northwest of the core area of Tokyo. It is full of high-rise buildings, shopping malls, schools, supermarkets, and office buildings. It has straight and wide streets, crisscrossing overpasses, crowded vehicles and The crowd affectionately interprets the prosperity of the metropolis.
Chiba Makoto rode his motorcycle forward slowly, looking around to see if he could use his special ability to 'see' where there was an abnormality.
Walking for three streets, I found no abnormality. Instead, I saw concert posters all over the street. The photos were very beautiful. What made Chiba Makoto care about was the name on it: Chris Maya.
"The memory of the blue night." This is what Chiba Makoto first thought of. The little alien girl who was abandoned on the earth and the earth girl who had a car accident merged into one. They performed idol activities in the name of Chris Maya and became a hot idol. A singer with countless fans.
Chiba Makoto stopped his motorcycle, walked to a shop window, and looked at the poster carefully. The content above was a preview of the concert. The time was 19:00 tonight, and the location was at a large nearby stadium.
"It always feels bad." Chiba Makoto felt something bad in his heart. Generally, in a world with ghosts, noise, monsters and the like as the background, this kind of large gathering event is basically a disaster. The background board, especially
Just thinking of this, Chiba Cheng suddenly turned his head and looked to the left, crossing the street. On the bridge, among the bustling crowd, Itabashi Mitsuo, who was dressed incompatible with modern clothes, showed a very sarcastic smile to Chiba Makoto. Although his mouth was not open and closed, Chiba Makoto heard his voice: " It's such a pity, I thought you would leave the earth wisely."
Telepathy!
"Aren't you a prophet? Didn't you predict that I would come? It seems that you are not a qualified prophet." Chiba Cheng turned around, looked at Banqiao Mitsuo, and 'told' what was in his heart Banqiao Mitsuo.
After finishing speaking, Chiba Makoto was surprised that he could use telepathy to talk naturally. He obviously couldn't do it before, just like when he transformed into Ultraman for the first time, he used telepathy naturally. Like an Ultra barrier.
“I’m really sorry to let you see my failed prophecy, but I happened to know a new prophecy. At seven o’clock tonight, the sacred flame will burn the stadium to the ground. What do you think of this? Will the prophecy succeed or fail?" Banqiao Mitsuo smiled happily. As soon as he finished speaking, someone passed by between the two. After that person passed by, Banqiao Mitsuo had disappeared.
"This guy" Chiba Makoto hit the helmet in his hand angrily. If this was Itabashi Mitsuo's head, he would definitely smash it to pieces. That gymnasium is going to be a big one tonight. He held a concert, tens of thousands of people gathered in the venue, tens of thousands of people, what did he want to do by killing so many people at once?
"What should we do?" Qianye Cheng frowned and tried hard to think of a solution.
And on the busy highway, in a black car, a girl dressed fashionably and wearing sunglasses that covered one third of her face was lying on her back in the back seat. She seemed motionless and fell asleep.
But just as the car passed an ordinary overpass, she suddenly straightened up and turned to look out the window, as if trying to find something in the crowded crowd. The man sitting in the front passenger seat A middle-aged man saw the woman behind him waking up from the rearview mirror and quickly turned around. Turning over, he said with concern: "Maya, we haven't arrived at the hotel yet, you can rest for a while."
"Yes!" Chris Maya responded casually, still staring at the window and scanning the crowd. , but people were coming and going, and it was impossible to tell who made those two sounds. She vaguely heard a voice saying the words 'fire, stadium, burning'. The nearby gymnasium is the only one where she will hold a concert tonight. Could someone from space want to set it on fire?
But why?
As far as she knows, there are many cosmic beings living on this planet, most of whom have lost their home planet. They hide their identities and live in the image of earthlings.
Because it is extremely rare to find a stable land in the universe, these space refugees cherish their current stable life very much.
Even she is not sure whether she is an earthling, because she can hear the telepathic conversations of those in the universe, and often has a dream about the blue night.
Why would a cosmic being who finally achieved a stable life want to set fire to something? Are there any benefits? Or was she in a daze and didn't hear the whole story?
Maya was confused, and now she wanted to rewind and listen carefully to what was being discussed.
He bit his red lip and hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Can tonight's concert be cancelled?"
"What?" The manager sitting in the front row almost jumped up and said in great shock: "What are you playing with? I mean why?"
"I'm a little uncomfortable."
"I'll find a doctor for you as soon as I get to the hotel. Just be patient. Today is the last show. The fans are waiting for you," the manager chattered. "Dreams, fans' expectations" and so on, tried their best to prevent Maya from giving up her choice.
In fact, Maya also knows that this is unrealistic. The tickets have been sold long ago, and fans have come from all over to wait for admission. Now it is impossible to cancel, and they have to carry it up.
What's more, she wasn't sure whether she heard it wrong when she was half asleep, so she finally gave up.
After all, the cosmic people I met before all lived cautiously in the human world. There should be no one so bold as to set fire to them without fear of exposing their identity.
Chiba Makoto, who was lingering near the stadium until five o'clock in the afternoon, couldn't think of any good ideas. He saw more and more people gathering.
The thought that so many people might be killed in the flames made Chiba Cheng even more anxious. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and went to a public phone booth he had discovered before that had no surveillance around it.
Call the TPC public phone number that he hesitated for five hours and did not dare to ring. He left a message: "Some people from space want to blow up the B area gymnasium from underground. The time is seven o'clock in the evening."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, put on his baseball cap and walked out, quickly blending into the crowd. When he got to the next street, he took off his hat and coat and threw them into the trash can. Then he went to find his own motorcycle and rode it around for a long time. Road, to the opposite corner of the stadium.
He didn't dare to leave, just in case TPC thought it was a prank. At least he could still turn into Tiga and try to block the flames spewing out from the ground.
I don’t have much confidence, but it’s better than doing nothing. If I do it, it will still end in failure. At least I can give myself an explanation in my heart.
(End of this chapter)