At this time, An Minghui was carrying the pastry that Andaoyuan gave him to a cafe.

There was a person waiting for him in the cafe. An Minghui walked over and lowered his voice, and his words were filled with anger:

"I finally found some time to talk to my son today. Are you here to get news?"

After all, he was already busy enough and could not even meet his family in the Mid-Autumn Festival. This man who had experienced many things could not keep his peace.

A man with sunglasses sat in the corner of the cafe. He seemed not looking at An Minghui and took a sip of bitter coffee on his own:

"A big fish was caught, it was about the song of Nibelungenlied. Are you not interested?"

An Minghui pressed the table with his index finger three times and said in a questioning tone: "Is "Sigfrey" appearing? Or "Clinsied"?"

The man in sunglasses shook his head: "No, it's the third possibility, Nibelungan Ring - "Walsonger"."

He looked at the box in An Minghui's hand and was moved with some intention:

"How about giving me a crepe for such good news? I always feel that if I don't pair some desserts, I will not look elegant enough."

"You go and dream. The box contains the Mid-Autumn Osmanthus Cake brought by my son. If you want to eat desserts, you can buy it with your boss."

An Minghui didn't care about his feelings at all, but instead drank another cup of coffee on the table that had not been tasted.

"You like to drink such bitter coffee, it's really incomprehensible."

"After all, only bitter awakening will give me a deeper awareness."

The man in sunglasses really brought a tiramisu from the front desk of the coffee and tasted it carefully. The slow movement did not seem to be providing important information at all.

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Andaoyuan ate the remaining piece of osmanthus cake in the kitchen.

After all, if you don’t eat it tonight and save the pastry until the next day, it will not taste so soft and delicious.

The TV program Xue and Shiyin are watching is playing a funny interview, and a partner composed of a fat man and a thin man is conducting an interview on the street.

This partner is the two guys who were arrested before. Their current job is to be an outdoor interview anchor broadcast once a week, and the program is mainly funny.

Because of their poor level of shooting, after the last legal program interview was broadcast, they became comedians on the Internet.

Andaoyuan smiled: "Is this considered a waste utilization?"

This is the case in this era. As long as you have characteristics and can become popular no matter what you do, he is no longer surprised.

The interview site was selected as Omotesando Commercial Street, which is known as Japan's Champs Elysees, one of the most prosperous commercial streets in Tokyo.

The pedestrians coming and going are more glamorous than commercial plazas like Yuracho.

The neon light at night dyed this place into a pleasant place with purple and golden beauty.

The thin chrysanthemum is very vulgar, but now it is highlighted by putting on makeup. He takes the fat man on the road, and sometimes he will suddenly fall and see if there are any passers-by who will come to help.

If someone helps, the fat man will give him a small gift produced by the program team.

Sometimes the two of them will dress up as men and go to the street to meet up with handsome boys. They both have thick skin, so they don’t have to care about this at all.

Moreover, passers-by will not be tricked very much. At most, if they are exposed in the end, everyone will be happy.

At this moment, just as the TV was still airing, a fire suddenly ignited on the second floor of a building on Omotesando Commercial Street. This scene happened to be filmed by the outdoor funny program.

The fat man was still lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. The thin man quickly pulled him up: "Fat man, you are still lying down, the fire will be on the rise later."

"Ah, what should I do? Let's go."

The fire suddenly increased, and the fire on the second layer had already reached the third layer, which was particularly obvious in the dry season of autumn.

The pedestrians on the road hurriedly ran away like a tide. Some originally glamorous urban beauties ran away without caring about whether the heels of their high heels or their hairstyles were chaotic.

The fat man straightened up and carried the camera standing aside: "Kuchimoto, why don't you run away?"

The thin man had already rushed out ten meters at this time.

The camera happened to record this scene at him, and some people with no empathy even laughed out loud in front of the TV.

But Andau was far from laughing. He knew that these people could run away, but a small number of people trapped in the mall by the firewall were unable to leave now.

The Hyacinth House's account sounded slightly, it was the prayer it heard, the prayer of more than one person.

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"Are you going now? But your efficiency is not necessarily as fast as the fire trucks." Shiyin Shintani saw his thoughts at a glance and reminded him.

Just as Andoyuan was thinking about the solution.

A dramatic change occurred on TV: Skinny Kikumoto saw a little girl crying loudly on the side of the road: "My brother, my brother is being crushed inside."

It turned out that it was because the flame smashed the partition and stuck the little girl's younger brother's position, so his current form of survival was in danger.

If hesitates any longer, the little boy may die.

Kikumoto's face was painted with ridiculous oil paint, and suddenly thought of his younger brother.

He squatted down and looked at the little girl seriously, then pulled his mouth hard and grinned. He laughed at the little girl:

"Your brother will be fine, I promise."

He is really like a clown now, with a white ball on his nose and a red line on the corner of his mouth, not to mention his ridiculously colorful curly hair.

Then he also charged forward to the fire like a clown:

"Fatty, look forward to the camera. If it is broken, we can't afford to pay."

But now he is no longer a clown.

He is more like Cervantes's writing - the Knight Don Quixote who rushed to the duel for the windmill.

A real knight dressed in a ridiculous outfit!

"Kibumoto, you really want to die?!"

The fat man was stupid, and he looked at the fierce fire, so how could a normal person rush in?

"Forget it, you often call me a fool anyway. Little girl, please help me look at this camera. I'll go in and help him.

After all, we are partners, and we are the ones who are the most tacit to cooperate with."

The fat man put the camera in his hand securely on the ground, and the lens was facing the direction of the sea of ​​fire.

Then he swayed his body and rushed into the sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!