Chapter 334 Lucky Award
Masara Moriki stood in the crowd, and in order to societies, she also applauded.
She tilted her head slightly and whispered to Yasha beside her: "Look at this attitude... can she leave?"
"Of course, we are not perverted murderers," said Yasha. "There is nothing more exciting than witnessing mortals surpass themselves and sharing the joy of victory with the winner."
Although she shouldn't ask, Malan Moriki couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't you worried about her... holding her accountable after she goes out?"
Yasha glanced at her, her eyes quite intriguing: "This is a private island. Do you know about private islands?"
"Buying and selling islands is not rare in Japan. Okinawa's 700,000 square meters of islands only costs 60 million US dollars, and some islands can even be bought for only 600 yen. After all, Japan has more than 6,800 islands, most of which are uninhabited, so it would be a pity not to buy or sell them."
"Private islands are actually similar to private residences. If the police do not have legal procedures such as search warrants, they are not allowed to land on the island without authorization for investigation... Of course, the police can directly land on the island when they are in emergency avoidance or pursue fugitives. In order to avoid this, the island's coastline has garrisons stationed in shifts 24 hours a day."
"As long as there is no photo leak or public pressure, the Police Department will not send someone to investigate..."
Speaking of this, Yasha paused and added: "Even if there is, it doesn't matter. The court will not approve the investigation order, because I just said that there are garrisons here... Our customers are not only Japanese, everyone knows who is the real master of Japan."
Upon hearing this, Masara Moriki's fingertips were chilling, and she wanted to refute that the Japanese Police Department would never be so incompetent.
But when she said something, she swallowed it.
Based on her understanding of Yuan Yuzi, after the latter left, she would definitely not think that nothing happened. Even if she was crushed to pieces and spent half her life, she would investigate it to the end.
Yasha also tilted his head slightly and his cheeks were approaching, which made Moriki Yaran feel a little uncomfortable. Yasha's eyes were through the gaps in the mask, as if they wanted to see through her inside and outside, and he only heard him whisper:
"However, most people will not leave easily, but will choose to stay."
Masara Moriki originally wanted to ask ‘why’, but she quickly realized that she had asked too much, which might have aroused the other party’s suspicion.
She stopped talking, changed the subject, and tried to arouse Yasha's vanity again: "Hey, so that's how it is. It's so awesome...why should I call you?"
"Just call me "A Qi". ”
"Is the code name? It's very mysterious... Why does Mr. Qi know so much? Unlike me, I'm stupid, I haven't understood the rules very much..."
"Because I am one of the designers," a smile appeared in the eyes under Yasha's mask: "Miss Morimu is not stupid at all."
Malan Morimu was shocked. She didn't know how she was exposed. She subconsciously reached into her handbag, grabbed the pieces of the milk jug, ready to stab the guy to death at any time. While the others were still applauding, she quickly escaped.
The other party seemed to guess what she wanted to do, so he quickly took a step back, opened the distance, blocked his hands in front of him, and said, "Don't be impulsive, don't get me wrong, I have no malice."
Masara Moriki didn't reply, and glanced up and down, probably thinking about where to start.
"If I have malicious intentions, I'll call people at the beginning," he continued, "Don't mess with those lunatics."
"Aren't you the designer they hired?" Masara Moriki felt it made sense, but she still did not relax her vigilance.
"Who will have a good relationship with Party A?" Ah Qi asked back.
This stopped Moriki Yaran. As the director of the exchange, she also did some outsourcing work, so she naturally knew what he meant. Seeing that her movements were slightly relaxed, Ah Qi gradually put down his hands. He sat back on the chair and sighed, "It's really hard to work for others these days... To be honest, Master Ma Yuan's aesthetic taste is really bad. It can be seen from their previous churches, and it is covered with the smell of copper everywhere..."
He patted the chair beside him and invited, "Sit down and continue chatting?"
Masara Moriki was skeptical. She looked around and didn't see a thug approaching, so she sat down cautiously: "How did you find me?"
Ah Qi unbuttoned the suit and took out the electronic screen from the lining. It was covered with dense red dots: "Every believer who entered the church has implanted a GPS positioning chip, and the monitoring room can see clearly, and I secretly left the back door..."
As he said that, he pointed to one of the extremely abrupt red dots, located in the middle of a blank space: "Look, this is you...conspicuous, right? So I'll see what's going on."
Upon hearing this, Masara Morimu was frightened. She realized that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. She was about to leave, but she heard Ah Qi continue to say, "It's really strange. Didn't the master watch the surveillance today?"
"The master is responsible for watching the surveillance?" asked Morimu Yalan.
"What else? He only has such a little work: watching surveillance, beating believers, catching fugitives... The surveillance room is not open to ordinary believers. Aum Shinri Church claims that the master has divine power and can communicate with gods, and the gods look at everyone, no matter where they escape."
Ah Qi shrugged, and he scoffed at this statement of cheating fools.
Malan Moriki has experienced brainwashing in the dark room. She knows how terrible it is. Any ordinary person who doesn’t know electronic devices will probably believe this statement and even regard the master as an omniscient messenger of gods.
"Since you are a designer, you should know where the exit is..."
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She clenched the pieces of the milk jug again.
"I don't know," said Ah Qi, "Seven is my work number. There are six, five, four, three and general designs. I only participated in the design of the Temple of Seven Sins, and I don't know the rest. ”
"Where are you cheating on the fool?" Moriki Yaran didn't believe it.
"What, do you want to leave?" A Qi asked back.
"What about that?" said Masara Moriki.
"Maybe you didn't have the heart to experience the charm of the new world," Ah Qi pointed to the bonus on the giant screen and said, "Did you see that bonus? You just left the chips with the smallest denomination, which is almost the number."
The moment he finished speaking, the giant electronic screen began to settle the bet, and the dealer in each block began to distribute chips.
A cheerful music sounded, and the dealer walked to Malan Morimu with a tray full of chips, loudly announcing that the lucky lady was the biggest winner tonight!
She originally wanted to calculate the approximate amount, but she gave up soon. For everyone present, money was just a number.
Even if you win more money, what's the point of not taking it away?
Ah Qi seemed to have guessed her thoughts and whispered: "With this money, you can bet on life with anyone...including Master Ma Yuan himself."
(This chapter ends)