I said hello in my broken Japanese.
It wouldn’t be a good idea to go up there without saying hello.
After all, I still don’t understand the whole story. otbnkotgt The old man was smoking with his legs up, and he didn't seem to take me seriously at all.
When he heard my greeting, he just smiled in a low voice, and his laughter didn't sound very friendly.
I glanced at the table next to me.
I saw several materials placed on the table that I recognized.
One of them was dark wood.
This stuff is very evil and is also one of the main materials used by some domestic workshops to refine soul refining beads.
Most of the other materials I know are not serious.
"Should I call you senpai?"
I usually need to speak simple Japanese word for word, so it sounds strange.
The old man smiled and said, "Your Japanese is very poor."
I could only listen to them with a partial understanding, so I just skipped the process of greeting each other.
He took out the beads he had obtained earlier from his pocket, held them up and asked, "Did you make this?"
The old man looked up, pushed up his glasses and nodded in admission.
To be honest, I was a little surprised by his generous admission.
What surprised me was not that he didn't deny it, but that I couldn't see through him.
In fact, he and the boss of this steel mill are both ordinary people in my eyes, according to my opinion.
It is impossible for ordinary people to refine magic weapons.
Even at this moment, when I looked this old man up and down, I didn't feel that he was from our circle.
The aura in the body was scattered, and there was no sign of Dantian functioning.
It was obvious that he had not practiced any martial arts.
How does a person who has never practiced Qigong refine magic weapons?
"How did you make it?"
I asked.
The old man took out a roll of paper from his side and threw it over.
I didn't reach out to pick it up directly.
I waited until the roll of paper fell on the ground to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, then I picked it up and opened it carefully.
I found that it was actually a design drawing.
It shows how the beads, which are similar to soul-refining beads, are made.
In particular, a detailed three-layer formation is actually drawn in it.
To make beads according to this drawing, it is not impossible to completely reproduce the three-layer formation with the help of sufficiently advanced machines.
The final product should be a semi-finished product without magic activation.
After seeing this drawing and looking at the old man who had never practiced before, I seemed to suddenly understand.
This bead was indeed made by him, but what he made was only a semi-finished product.
I use this drawing that I still don’t know where it came from and the abandoned workshop machines that are not being used to create them, and then sell the finished beads.
When the buyer inspects the goods, he only needs to put his breath into these beads, the beads will be activated and the triple formation will run perfectly to complete the transaction.
The main reason why this kind of bead is difficult to copy is that the internal triple formation cannot be seen clearly.
Even if you can see it clearly, if you accidentally engrave it in one wrong place, it will be a failure.
But having drawings and special machines are two different things.
Carving according to the drawings, the machine will not make mistakes.
As long as the drawings are not given, no one can grab this business.
Using this method, even if the old man has no moral skills, he can still make money.
"Such an important thing.
Are you going to show it to me like this?"
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I asked.
"I decided to stop," he said while smoking a cigarette and patting the bag next to him.
"It's full of money.
It's my retirement money."
This little old man is really not from our circle.
He is just an ordinary person with a flat head, but he originally studied machine tool numerical control.
He has some skills.
Originally, when he was young, just when Japan was defeated and trying to catch up, he should be able to show off his skills.
I never thought of entering such a steel mill.
Japanese corporate culture is that the company is your home, so he worked in this steelmaking plant for many years.
As a result, the steelmaking plant began to decline ten years ago.
And it's getting worse.
Young employees are leaving one after another, and old employees are being sent home.
He couldn't bear to leave, so he stayed.
Because there were no orders, he ended up working as a janitor in a steel mill.
But there is always a way, and there is a treasure hidden in his ancestral house, which was uncovered when the old house was demolished.
This was a diagram of a manufacturing process for a strange bead he had never seen before.
But the machine tools in the steel mill were idle, so he tried to make a bead.
He failed many times at first, but the old man really had the spirit of refusing to admit defeat.
Finally, he succeeded.
Unexpectedly, a mysterious buyer came to his door soon.
The first business made him a lot of money, which made the lonely old man finally find hope.
But the materials required to make such beads are also very expensive, so a large part of the money earned each time has to be paid out, so he still doesn't have much money left on his hands.
Until recently.
Feeling that he was getting older and determined to make another fortune and retire, he made the last glass beads.
But this glass bead fell into my hands, and soon the other party placed an order.
And he doubled the price.
The doubled price made him tempted.
And today, what he traded was the second bead.
He told me all this.
Although I could only understand a rough outline, I could tell that he didn't lie to me.
"Who are those people who buy your beads?
Do you know?"
I asked.
The old man shook his head.
Not knowing the other party's identity was the best way to protect himself.
The more he knew, the worse it would be for him.
"Can you tell me who is sitting in that black car today?"
I changed the question and asked.
The old man thought for a moment and answered me simply: "Onmyoji, the Onmyoji in white clothes."
I paused.
I'm not surprised that an evil god or demon like Tuwei has followers in the human world.
I can understand that these believers come to buy these beads to refine their souls and souls in order to help them.
But the old man told me that the person who came to buy beads was an onmyoji, or an onmyoji wearing a white robe.
This was beyond my expectation.
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Generally speaking, evil onmyojis wear dark purple robes, which look more black at night.
But the onmyojis wearing white robes are all members of the onmyoji.
Why would you come here to buy such evil things?
"Are you sure you saw it wrong?"
I asked.
"No, I got it right."
The old man nodded firmly.
Having said that, I had a vague feeling of touching the conspiracy.
The old man finally understood what was going on here.
He was not surprised because after he sold these beads, he found that the people who came to buy them were not serious people.
He felt that he might do some evil things again, and he was already prepared in his heart.
One day someone will come to your door.
I didn't make things difficult for him anymore.
Life is not easy.
The old man just wanted to make a living.
Killing had nothing to do with him.
He just made some money with his craftsmanship.
"I'll lend you your phone."
As I spoke, I walked over to the phone, picked it up and called the former Riyuro's mobile phone number.
It didn't take long for someone to answer the phone.
As a result, something happened this time The voice that came over the phone was not that of former Riyuro, but that of a strange man.
I thought I heard it wrong, but the other party said directly: "We have former Riyuro in our hands.
If we want someone, you can Just come here by yourself” The other party gave me an address, but I didn't expect that Li Yulang's skills could be tied up before.
I immediately hung up the phone and rushed over.
When I left, the old man looked at me and then at the money bag.
I sighed and said, "You can keep the money, but don't make these beads again.
This is all evil." something.”
As I spoke, I burned the drawings, then went out and hurried towards the address the other party told me.
It’s embarrassing to say that I am really not familiar with the roads in Japan.
At first I wanted to ask for directions based on my shallow Japanese, but then I found that I couldn’t find them so I called a taxi.
The place the other party asked me to come to was a school.
Japanese schools were extremely quiet late at night.
There was a car parked at the door.
When I arrived, I walked over to the car and took a look.
The chassis was the same as the one I had seen before.
After climbing over the wall and entering the school, we saw someone shining a flashlight towards us from a distance.
I walked over and saw many people standing on the playground, all holding flashlights and wearing black suits, but I didn't see the Onmyoji in white robes or the former Riyuro.
"Where's the former Riyuro?"
I asked loudly
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