How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

【Ding dong! Congratulations to the host for successfully starting the plot node. 】

The sound of the system sounded in Xin Haikong's brain, and Xin Haikong, who was highly concentrated, was startled, and the movements in his hands could not help but be a little heavier.

Fortunately, every time the plot node is triggered, the time will be paused.

He glanced at the trace under the palm of his hand with some guilt, wondering if the strength just now would cause the other party's wound to rupture a second time.

[Is it about the plot node of Yoshimura Hirohiko? 】

Xin Haikong probed the system.

The system avoided answering and gave a choice directly.

【

Please choose the host:

A. I don't want you to die.

B. I don't want to take the test.

】

Forehead…

To be honest, this choice Xin Haikong can roughly guess what will happen next.

The things he and Atobu encountered together were most likely in high school.

The B option here should mean refusing to carry out this plot node. B said "I don't want to take the exam", and the reverse is that if he chooses to go back, I am afraid he will have to take the university entrance exam.

He is now graduating from Dongda University, so his choice must be to go back to the university.

If you don't take the test at Dongda University and take another route, maybe it will be the end of being exposed after forging your academic qualifications.

To be on the safe side, he must choose A.

But looking at the meaning of the options, if you choose A, will you be able to save Keigo Atobe?

Why? Isn't history unchangeable?

And looking at the way this guy from the Ajibu looks now, he should be a little bit closer to death.

To be honest, he didn't really want to save the Trace Department...

But you still have to go to university.

Xin Haikong gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

[Choose A. I don't want you to die. 】

[Congratulations to the successful selection of the host, and the plot node is being connected. 】

With the sound of the system prompt, Xin Haikong lost consciousness.

·

When he regained consciousness again, he was sitting.

The cold seat sucked the heat from him in reverse.

The cold wind came up from the trousers, making him wake up instantly.

"...There is a total of 60 minutes to complete the first answer subject. After the test time is over, we will collect the answer sheet..."

A serious female voice came from far away.

Maybe not very far.

When people are not very conscious, there will be some problems with hearing, and they will always feel far away when listening to things.

He opened his eyes slowly.

The mild sunlight on a winter morning brightens the classroom.

In the huge amphitheatre, the surrounding students buried their heads and wrote hard.

The sound of swoosh writing is incessant.

No way…

Not so soon.

He slowly lowered his head—

On the table in front of him was a set of test questions, with a red-checked answer sheet under it.

On the first page of the test set it is written:

World History B.

!

Speaking of exams, are you really coming back for exams?

Was the voice just now the invigilator on the stage talking about the test requirements?

How long did she say it took to hand in the papers?

Sixty minutes!

Xin Haikong glanced at the electronic clock in front of the examination room.

Nine thirty-four.

Four minutes wasted!

Fortunately, he, who had guessed that such a day would come, knew the topic of the year in advance.

In a panic, he took out a pen from the transparent bag and opened the test set.

·

It is always dark early in winter.

The last ray of the setting sun happened to dissipate in the west sky when the exam for the last subject was over and he came out of the exam room.

The noisy lights in the city are like the stars after nightfall, lit up a little bit.

What Xin Haikong was wearing was Ice Emperor's flashy school uniform.

He pulled the zipper high and buried his chin in the collar, but the biting wind kept throwing the knife at his exposed face.

The black-haired boy's exposed cheeks were flushed red by the cold wind, and his nose twitched pitifully.

Faces stiffened.

He rummaged through the bag and found a familiar key in the small grid behind him.

The little iron bear on it is still very new. It has not been polished and peeled off like it has been eight years later. It has bright red and green colors.

Good guy, he really didn't expect that he had lived in that apartment for eight years.

The difference between Tokyo eight years ago and later generations is actually not too big, but some high-rise buildings have not yet been built, and some old houses have not been leveled.

Many of the houses in later generations that looked very dilapidated and crooked are still neat and bright at this time.

He was walking on the pavement, the old-fashioned vehicles driving in the right direction, causing the smoke to billow as if rushing towards him.

It was as if he was retrograde in the timeline, crossing a sea of ​​people and staying here alone.

It wasn't until the sharp whistle of the car interrupted his train of thought that the black-haired boy patted his head angrily, with a round face with baby fat, reaching out to stop a taxi.

The central exams in Japan can't be finished in one day, and he has to take math and science exams tomorrow, so why don't he go back to review as soon as possible!

The real end of the matter was at 5:40 in the afternoon of the next day. Xin Haikong, who had finished the last subject, came out of the examination room with a sense of relief.

He prides himself on playing pretty well.

But to be honest, this time the exam was just a central exam, just to get an entry ticket to the university.

If you really want to be admitted to a famous school, you have to take the exams organized by the major schools in March.

I don't know if he wants to go back to this time point again.

[The phone rings. 】

The system in his mind suddenly spoke, and Xin Haikong stopped in place and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Is this call important? The system also brings personal reminders.

He found the phone in the strap of his school bag that had been muted for the exam, an old-fashioned flip phone that was a real hassle for people used to smartphones.

Before he could see the caller ID, he pressed the connect button first.

"Mosimoxi?"

"Xinhai?"

From the other end of the phone, there was a clear, juvenile voice, with a rising tone and a hint of arrogance.

"Um?"

Xin Haikong responded and frowned, because he didn't know who was on the other side, so he didn't know what to say.

He quietly waited for the other side to speak first.

"Going to the newly opened playground tomorrow? The ninja guy said he wanted to celebrate everyone's passing the exam..."

Xin Haikong squeezed his phone tightly, his fingertips turning white.

playground.

Is it finally here?

He had a very strong hunch.

"Hey! Are you going? If you go, you don't have to get up early tomorrow, just wait downstairs at nine o'clock. I'll take you along the way!"

This playground should be the one they went to eight years later.

Then the owner of this arrogant male voice across the phone should be—

"Akibu," he whispered the other party's name, and replied softly with doubts in the face language.

Yell right.

The other party calls him "Xinhai", and according to Xin Haikong's character, he will usually call his surname directly to those who are more intimate.

The most obvious example is that he called Matsuda Jinping, who he had known for three years, "Matsuda", then he should also directly call the other party, "Atobe".

"Of course I'll go, right at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, please pick me up!"

The boy's voice was deliberately raised, and it seemed very lively.

"Okay, Xinhai, just wait downstairs when the time comes."

The voice on the other side was still steady, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

The phone was hung up first.

Newly opened playground?

Eight years ago, print media dominated the industry.

It is impossible for a newly opened playground not to advertise.

Xin Haikong stopped at a newsstand on the side of the road and asked the kind-hearted grandma in it like a gossip.

"Grandma, did you hear that a new amusement park opened recently?"

The grizzled granny inside looked up at him and said slowly:

"Yeah, it's right next to the train station, so remote. I don't know why you kids like to go there..."

She helped the presbyopic glasses on her face, bent down and picked out a colorful entertainment tabloid from a pile of newspapers, placed it on the table, and nodded with a thin finger.

"That's it, Doro Playground."

"Thank you grandma!"

The black-haired boy showed a shy smile, and a light blush appeared on his fair face, looking extraordinarily well-behaved.

He touched the back of his head, paid the money obediently, and took the newspaper.

The old grandmother looked at the young man, her light gray eyes glowing with water, and she smiled and grinned.

"Alas! If the grandson of the old lady is still in the country, it should be as old as your kid."

"Then, see you next time, grandma!"

Xin Haikong showed a lively smile at the old grandmother and beckoned.

"Okay! See you next time."

The boy turned his head, the cute smile on his face disappeared, and the cheek on the right side puffed up somewhat boringly.

That old grandmother wouldn't have the chance to see her grandson abroad.

This newsstand has been open for a long time in Rice Flower Town, but eight years later, it was replaced by a newly planned subway entrance.

The old grandmother passed away not long ago, and the obituary occupies a small square in the local paper.

The entire funeral was held under the sponsorship of the Senior Citizens Association, and no children returned to China for the funeral.

At that time, this incident almost caused public anger in Rice Flower Town, and Xin Kaikong only heard about it at the time.

If he knew this grandma at that time, he would probably go to the funeral to take a look.

I agreed to see you next time, but I didn't go to see her for the last time or something...

But in the end, it's just a random encounter.

Xin Haikong pursed his lips, smiled helplessly, and unfolded the newspaper in his hand.

The paper quality of entertainment tabloids is generally poor, crisp and hard, but the effort to attract readers' attention with gimmicks is not at all difficult.

On the first page, "A warm celebration of the opening of the most ingenious Doro Playground" was printed in large black letters.

Below is an introduction to the various amusement facilities in Doro Amusement Park.

It is very long and contains a lot of content.

Gee.

Really worth spending on advertising.

His gaze rested on one of them—

[Sadako and Pen Immortal Wars Kagoko Theme Park]

A theme park that perfectly integrates three folklore, well-dressed NPCs will pop out from all kinds of unexpected corners to scare you, guaranteeing you the most perfect haunted house experience...

·

the next morning.

A boy of short stature was wearing a snow-white down jacket and a black woolen hat on his head.

His short black hair was covered by a hat, hanging down obediently beside his ears, and his round amber eyes turned like searchlights.

Both hands were tucked into his sleeves, his chin was poking at the snow-white fur collar, while his feet were shaking to keep warm, he opened his mouth and let out a burst of white steam.

This is Xin Haikong, who had already gone downstairs at 8:50 and waited for the trace department.

He pulled his hand out of his warm sleeve and glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was eight fifty-seven.

None of the vehicles speeding by on the road stopped for him.

Isn't it proper etiquette to arrive a little earlier than the appointed time?

Sure enough, it is impossible to use common sense to infer the rumored eldest young master.

The cold wind completely cooled Xin Haikong's heart.

Originally, he planned to save a certain uncle who was hit by a knife for the sake of his classmates, but now it seems that the person who should be cool should let him cool.

Humans cannot violate the inevitable laws of the occurrence and development of things, right?

Xin Haikong stomped his cold feet heavily and sighed.

While he was immersed in the pain caused by the cold, a fiery red Maserati pulled its tail and stopped by the side of the road.

The rear-seat window slowly lowered, and a head with Kill Matt's purple-gray hair poked out from it.

Eighteen-year-old Atobe Jingwu is flamboyant and arrogant, and his teeth itch with hatred when he opens his mouth.

"Tsk. Xinhai, it's not me who said that, your health is too bad."

The boy's sea-blue eyes contained a faint smile, and he glanced narrowly at the dark-haired boy's pale cheeks.

He reached out to open the car door, and at the same time he switched to the seat on the other side.

"Hurry up and get in the car, look at how cold you are. Those who didn't know thought it was the uncle who abused you, but I was very punctual."

Xin Haikong's performance at this moment does not require any acting skills.

He stared fiercely at Akibu who was sitting in the car with wide eyes, and then quickly climbed into the car.

You shouldn't freeze yourself anyway.

By the way, he glanced down at his watch as soon as he got in the car.

Nine o'clock sharp.

"Well, I'm not late." Atobu leaned over and glanced at the watch on Xin Haikong's wrist, a little smug in his tone.

"I'm never late."

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Xin Haikong withdrew his gaze, didn't argue with Atobe anymore, and put his hands back in his pockets.

When people are about to die, save more face for the other party.

The blood you bleed in eight years is the water in your brain now.

From these short rounds of conversations, Xin Haikong can probably infer the atmosphere that his Akobe gets along with.

Similar to Matsuda, but on the basis of Matsuda, it is more naive and weaker.

But the problem is that this is a class party, there will definitely be a lot of classmates in the class, the Akibu side is easy to grasp, other people are not necessarily...

And the trigger of that plot is also related to Akibu.

So after arriving at the playground, he should spend more time with Atobe.

"Hey! What is a person thinking over there?"

Atobe reached out and patted Xin Haikong's shoulder with curiosity in his tone.

"Um?"

Xin Haikong took his eyes back from the changing scenery outside the window, looked at Ajibe, and paused.

He didn't know what to start with, so he could only pretend to be distracted.

"I said, how is the university exam? Is there any hope for Dongda?"

There was still a bit of casualness in Atobe's tone, but the content of the question really cared about him.

Xin Haikong twitched the corners of his mouth. If his past was chosen by his future self, then he should be very confident in this regard.

"certainly."

He was someone who was determined to be admitted to Dongda University as soon as he entered high school.

"And you?"

He investigated the trace department, and the trace department's university was studied abroad.

"Of course, my uncle will continue to be your classmate."

Atobe Jinggo tilted his head and looked forward with high spirits, his sea-blue eyes gleaming slightly.

"But the boy Ninzu is going to go private."

"That's great, I'm still a classmate in college."

The black-haired boy also showed a longing smile and looked forward thoughtfully.

Ajibe wants to study at Dongda now, why didn't he go after that?

Did you fail the exam?

Or does it have something to do with what happens next?

The half-hour drive was fleeting, and at a little after nine-thirty, they soon stood at the familiar gate of Doro Amusement Park.

The blue gate is also wrapped with a newly opened celebratory garland, and two rows of staff stand neatly at the gate to welcome the guests.

There are much fewer tourists on Mondays than on weekends, but there are many students coming and going, and they should all come out to play on the day when the exams are over.

"Atobe-kun! Shinkai-kun! This way, this way!"

A young female voice sounded in front of them to the left.

Xin Haikong looked at the prestige and found a large group of high school students standing together, both men and women.

"Let's go, the monitor is calling someone."

Atobe pushed him behind him and walked in that direction.

A large group of people chatted together, making Xin Haikong a little at a loss.

"Have you all bought your tickets?"

"I bought it early. I have bought the tickets for the whole class. Come in quickly."

A dark-blue-haired teenager stood behind the crowd, pushed the flat glasses on his face, and said slowly.

"Okay! Shinobu-kun treats you! Let's hurry in!"

The girl who took the lead shouted and led the group of girls to the playground.

"Hey! I don't have it. Didn't the monitor say that he forgot to bring the class fee and asked me to pay it in advance?"

The expression on Yuuji Ninja's face split instantly, and he shouted in surprise after chasing after the girls.

"Tsk. Can't you see that those guys are kidding him?"

The trace department sneered and complained.

"Isn't everyone playing?"

Xin Haikong glanced at Ninzu, who ran to the front. The surprise on the other side's face was a bit exaggerated. Rather than being frightened, it was more that he was cooperating with the girls' bad taste.

At eighteen years of enthusiasm, he is still old.

"It's a bit too much to always be like this old achievement!"

Atobe stretched out his hand and patted Xin Haikong's shoulder heavily.

·

On the street of the playground, two tall boys walked side by side.

"It's been so long, why are you still like this? You should only eat ice cream in winter."

The blond boy tilted his head and followed the ice cream truck beside him.

"What kind of nonsense is this..."

The young man with short black hair next to him sighed deeply and used force to smash the head of Young Tamandan.

"Isn't summer enough for you? Look at the map, where do you want to go next?"

Holding the unfolded map high, he brought it in front of the blond boy.

"what?"

The blond boy's gaze suddenly stopped at a small corner of the map, with a puzzled look on his face.

"what's wrong?"

"Here, the name is so strange..."

"Well, is it a haunted house?"

The black-haired youth also leaned over, a hint of confusion flashed in his sky blue eyes.

"It looks very interesting."

·

"Roller coaster! Mina! Going for a roller coaster ride?"

The lively squad leader cheerfully suggested.

Xin Haikong looked embarrassed, looked up at the familiar roller coaster, and the back of his neck began to ache again.

"I dont go."

"Xinhai! Don't be such a spoiler, let's go! Let's go."

An unfamiliar male classmate wrapped his arms around Xin Haikong's shoulders and begged.

Xin Haikong shook his head like a rattle.

Since the last time he went on a roller coaster with Matsuda, there is a huge shadow on his mature mind, and he will never ride a roller coaster again in this life.

"I'm not going."

Not going to die.

He refused very decisively, but the male classmate had no self-knowledge.

"New sea—"

"Okay, my uncle doesn't want to sit either."

Atobe interrupted the male classmate's words with a statement, and pulled Xin Haikong over.

"Go and sit, I'll play with this guy in another place."

"All right…"

Except for some girls who are not in good shape sitting on the chairs and chatting, the other students basically got on the roller coaster.

This includes Yin-Yang Weird Qi taunting Jibu's fear of heights.

Atobe Quan thought he didn't hear it, turned his head and asked:

"Where are you going to play?"

"Huh? Will the young master leave it to me to decide?"

Xin Haikong raised his eyebrows.

Atobe nodded reluctantly.

"I don't come to the playground very much."

In fact, this person beside you is also coming to the playground for the second time...

"Then let's go to the haunted house, Atsube shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, right?"

"certainly!"

Atobe Keigo, who originally wanted to refuse, straightened his back after hearing the second half of the sentence. A hat for fear of heights was already on his body, and he must not add another hat for fear of ghosts!

"Let's go then."

Xin Haikong unfolded the extremely familiar paper map and blocked it in front of him.

There was no smile on his face, and his amber eyes were fixed on the model of the hill on the far west side of the map.

The park map after eight years will look exactly the same as it was eight years ago. Will a haunted house really not change the theme for eight years in a row?

"Sadako and the pen immortal fight against the coconut theme park, it sounds very interesting."

"Cut, mixed things are either open-minded or messy. I advise you not to have too much hope."

The trace department snorted coldly.

Shinkai really doesn't hold out any hope for a haunted house theme.

But eight years later, the lights in the haunted house were all turned off, and there was not a single staff member.

Both entrances and exits were blown up, and they were trapped inside with no exit.

The unknown murderer is eyeing the outside, and the injured trace will lose too much blood at any time.

Now that I have the opportunity to go back eight years ago, when the haunted house was just built.

They should seize this opportunity firmly, and in the case of staff, ask in advance where the entrance and exit reserved for the haunted house are.

In the dark, the more information you have, the more likely you are to counter each other.

According to what was said in the previous newspaper, there will be NPCs jumping out and scaring people. He can basically be sure that there must be a passageway for employees to pass under this haunted house.

Back eight years ago, they were able to find the exit reserved for the haunted house.

·

In the hands of Xinhaikong, the symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning.

Thanks to his good memory, most places only need to be visited once, and they can be found by memory the second time.

The iconic landmarks in the park were not changed at all, and it didn't take long for them to successfully find the location corresponding to the hill model on the map.

At the entrance of the narrow cave, the winding passageway is surrounded by metal railings, and there will definitely be a long queue in this place on weekends. But today is a working day, the place originally used for queuing is empty, you can go straight in.

The staff at the entrance glanced up and down at Xin Haikong and Ajibu, looked at Xin Haikong, and asked a question that directly hit the soul:

"Are you fourteen?"

The audience was silent for a second.

"...Hahahahaha!"

The trace department held back for a while, but the gentleman's mask was still broken, and a wild laughter broke out.

"I'm sorry," the staff quickly added: "Our haunted house has no age limit, but it's scary inside, so it's not recommended for younger people to play."

"I'm eighteen."

Xin Haikong replied with gritted teeth.

But to be honest, his height of about 1.6 meters and his round baby face are really not convincing.

Going back to eight years ago, the biggest change was his height.

He was originally about 1.8 meters, and I don't know why he was only 1.6 meters when he was 18 years old.

A head shorter than Ajibe.

I can only comfort myself that it is late.

He had grown a lot during his college years.

"I-ha, I'll testify for him, he is indeed eighteen," Ajibe's laughter didn't stop, "He's just very short."

Xin Haikong rolled his eyes at Ajibu, not wanting to pay attention to this little brat.

Eight years later, he was taller than Atobe Keigo.

"sorry…"

The staff member touched the back of his head with embarrassment.

"It's ok."

Xin Haikong smiled indifferently, pulled the sleeve of the staff member, and said sternly:

"In addition to the normal entrance and exit, does this haunted house still have a staff passage?"

"Ah?" It was a young boy who was pulled by Xin Haikong. He glanced at his colleague a little embarrassedly, as if hesitating whether to say it or not.

In the end, the staff member avoided the question.

"If you are really scared during the game, you can shout 'the staff come here' or 'I won't play anymore' or something like that. The colleagues inside will take you out, so don't be too scared."

"Hey! Xinhai, you shouldn't be afraid of yourself!"

Atobe asked with a smile behind him.

Shinkai frowned.

The staff member meant inside and outside the words that there would be an employee channel, but he refused to clarify what the employee channel was.

That's right, the NPCs inside may have to evacuate from this passage, how could it be possible to tell ordinary players directly.

He let go of his hand helplessly.

This kind of passage must be set up in those strange, convenient and scary places. Maybe after entering, there will be a way to find the staff passage when those NPCs jump out to be scary.

He stepped into this haunted house with ease.