The villain knight doesn't want to be a hero

This is a very prosperous commercial street, and the flow of people every day is exaggerated. Not to mention that it is still Sunday. It is not an exaggeration to say that both sides of the road are crowded.

A huge red and black billboard appears in sight. Should it be said that it is a well-known motorcycle shop?

The floor space is far larger than that of his two small shops. The various cool motorcycle equipment inside makes it difficult not to have the desire to "buy, buy, buy."

"Welcome, what do you need?"

When I walked into the store, I was greeted by a salesperson with a kind smile.

After talking to Jane about her needs, to be honest, Lin Qiao didn't know much about these things before or after time travel. At most, she only read a few articles on her mobile phone about avoiding pitfalls for newcomers when taking the bus. article.

If you ask him to talk about cars, he can still pretend to understand, but when it comes to motorcycles, he can only laugh.

Not to mention that this is not the original world. There are almost no familiar brands, replaced by various brands that he has never heard of...

Starting from scratch in every sense of the word.

"Yes, I roughly understand your needs. Our store mainly sells various models of Nakajima, which exactly match your needs... If you don't mind, please come this way."

After hearing Lin Qiao's description, the salesman named Yamazaki seemed calm and relaxed.

He has been in this business for a while, so he can read people very accurately. From the look on Lin Qiao's face, he could tell that this was his first time here.

This is good.

For salespeople, as long as they are not too difficult to deal with, new customers are generally welcome. After all, they represent commissions, and only fools will struggle with money.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he wants to trick people or anything.

Rather, what he looked down upon the most were those colleagues who deceived newcomers.

He loved motorcycle culture when he was young. In order to own a motorcycle of his own, he had to work three jobs in a row.

But later, after being a bosozoku for a long time, because of family connections, I chose to start selling in Liangpang.

So every time a newbie with a confused look walks into the store, he seems to see himself saving money to buy a car behind his parents' back, so he will give them some advice and help in some aspects.

He led Lin Qiao to the rows of sample cars. Their prices were marked on the metal plates in front.

"I would like to ask the guest, do you have any experience with motorcycles before? Or do you have a favorite model?"

"No, any suggestions?"

"If that's the case, then our store has several products that are suitable for you... By the way, I would like to ask, what is your budget?"

"Because I just want to buy it as a means of transportation, I don't plan to buy it too expensive... It will be less than 300 million yen."

"Three, three million, right?"

Yamazaki, who was a little surprised, looked at the young man in front of him calmly.

The simple combination of white short sleeves and black shorts is not a famous brand.

Although his refreshing appearance added a lot of points, his extremely simple dress made him look like a rich second generation at all.

Of course that's what it says, but as a salesperson, you still have to try your best to meet the customer's requirements.

Chapter 22 The beginning in the rain

After some selection, Lin Qiao finally settled on a motorcycle that was all black with red lines as secondary lines.

The streamlined body has a top speed of 270 kilometers per hour, and its performance is outstanding among motorcycles in the same price range.

Although Mr. Yamazaki, a salesman, does not recommend it, after all, for novices, going too fast is not a good thing. It is not impossible to throw the whole person out with a sudden brake. Safety is the most important thing...

But in the end, he still couldn't defeat Lin Qiao.

After paying the money and completing the relevant procedures, Lin Qiao happily picked up the new car and left.

buzz~

Turning the handle, the roar of the engine sounded beneath him, and the black motorcycle sped past on the road.

"This feels much more powerful than electric."

Feeling the strong wind blowing in the face, although I was a little uncomfortable at first, after trying it for a while, I found that it seemed to be a faster electric car, the kind with a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, but there was nothing else. hard.

Having said that, he was still in the city after all, so he didn't turn the accelerator to the bottom in one breath, but maintained a just right speed.

But the uncle named Yamazaki meaningfully recommended a place to him before leaving so that he could have time to grind his car.

I checked online and found out that it is a road outside Tokyo. The road is flat, wide, and has large curves... so there are often bosozoku racing on this road.

To know this kind of thing, uncle, you have something!

It was a tempting proposal, but for Lin Qiao, at least not now.

I don't know when it started, but the airtight dark clouds covered the entire sky, blocking the sun tightly, but there was no movement for the time being.

It looked like it would be a heavy rain, and the sky was clear before departure, so I didn't bring a raincoat or anything... Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now, the most important thing is to avoid getting soaked in the water.

Since she didn’t really want her new car to get caught in the rain, Lin Qiao could only give priority to going home and try to increase her speed as much as possible without speeding.

Having said that, when he hurriedly returned home, the sky was still calm, and there wasn't even a drizzle.

I feel like I've been cheated...well, I'm not.

This kind of gloomy weather is the best time to stay at home and play games. Coming back early to eat and drink at home is definitely a life enjoyment.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Anding District to buy some desserts and bring back two cups of mixed coffee...so that he could add coriander and chopped green onions.

Hey, although it sounds strange to do this, it is completely the product of dark cooking after playing with food.

But after a little taste, he found that it was unexpectedly in line with his taste, and even tasted better than the original version.

"Unconsciously, my sense of taste is also developing in this strange direction."

After sighing, he took an umbrella and went out.

As time went by, it began to rain lightly outside, falling on the ground, forming a less dense water mark.

The autumn rain brings a hint of coolness, and it drips into the collar of clothes, making people shiver unconsciously. Passers-by on the street seem to have been prepared, opening umbrellas of different colors one after another, but some people also hurriedly put on their coats. Trotting forward overhead.

This is the consequence of not checking the weather forecast in advance.

The black umbrella kept making small "clapping" sounds. Although the weather was not very good, he was in an unexpectedly good mood.

He felt like this until he reached the stable area.

Some similar expansions...

A big hole was broken in the window on the second floor of the coffee shop, and glass shards of different sizes were scattered on the floor. The remains of tables, chairs and benches were also scattered messily on the asphalt road outside. The farthest ones even flew more than ten meters away, even those who walked in There is no need to do so, and you can see traces of fighting around you.

Normally, such a big event would attract a lot of people to watch, but the result at this moment is completely opposite.

There were very few people on the street, not even a single passerby, let alone gathering to watch the fun. Everyone was hiding far away, for fear of being hurt.

Even several other shops opposite and surrounding have chosen to close their doors.

"Holy shit! Is this because the CCG has opened a dungeon in advance, or is that guy named Jason here to catch people doing elementary school math problems?"

The unexpected scene made Lin Qiao frown.

To be honest, the scene in front of him reminded him of some not-so-good memories... and Pinkfur.

He silently took out the smoke gun with his hand in his pocket and walked up to the second floor cautiously.

Because it was raining, it was okay outside, but the strong smell of blood hit my face as soon as I entered the store.

As soon as I stepped on the glass shards under my feet, they made a distinct sound as they rubbed against the ground. It creaked. It was impossible to sneak in...

In this case, there is no need to hide it.

Like an ignorant passerby who had strayed into danger, Lin Qiao shouted tremblingly inside: "Brother Kaneki? Dongxiang? Mr. Furuma? What happened? Are you okay?"

She deliberately pretended to be panicked, but at this moment Lin Qiao was very calm inside.

Step by step, I walked up to the second floor. As expected, it was already in a mess. The original tables and chairs were torn to pieces and fell to the side. There were scattered coffee cup fragments everywhere. It was a mess.

He quickly looked around and found nothing that could be called an enemy, but he couldn't help but take a few more glances near the window.

Judging from the various signs around him, the culprit who caused all this should have jumped out of the window and escaped.

Tsk, being able to successfully escape after being fucked under the noses of two SS-level and one SSS-level ghoul is quite something.

——At least before he came up, he didn't find any bodies or anything nearby.

There is a certain probability that the other party is still alive.

But despite this, Lin Qiao still did not relax his vigilance, but continued to search for clues in the Anding District.

The door of the room that originally belonged to Dikou's mother and daughter on the third floor was open, but there was no sign of a fight inside.

After looking around the coffee shop, I finally found Kaneki Ken lying motionless on the ground in the undamaged kitchen.

After confirming that there was no danger, he walked over. The other party's face was completely drained of blood, and dark red blood was staining his entire chest and abdomen.

Withdrawing the smoke gun, Lin Qiao sighed and touched the other person's exposed eye: "Is this the case? Rest in peace."

"..."

"Don't worry, little brother Jinmu, I will take care of your wife, so don't worry... just go in peace."

"..."

"It's already like this, so don't hold on anymore."

"Uh......"

After forcing his body to get up from the ground, Kaneki Ken felt that the expression on his face was a little stiff: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ishimori, um, actually I'm still alive...it hurts!"

Kaneki Ken took a breath of air as he scratched the wound.

"You don't look like you're okay... your injuries are so serious. Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" He picked up his cell phone and wanted to make a call, but Kaneki Ken quickly stopped him.

"It's okay, it's okay. Well, you see, it's actually not a wound, it's just that..." Looking down at the blood on his body, he explained in a panic.

"Yes, it's just that red wine and coffee were spilled on me, and then my clothes were accidentally cut by pieces of glass."

He said and patted his chest.

After all, if he really went to the hospital, he would most likely not be able to hide his identity as a ghoul.

...And he probably has a bit of a psychological shadow on the hospital now, otherwise he wouldn't have turned into a ghoul.

"is it?"

"Yes, that's it. I'm really fine!"

"That's good."

Although it was very unconvincing and completely full of loopholes, Lin Qiao still tried her best to show "Ah, yes, yes" and "I believe you".

"But what happened in your store? Did someone come here to rob?"

"Huh? Well, a few people from society came, and then suddenly..."

"Gangster? Wait a minute, I'll call the police right now."

"No, no, the store manager and the others have already gone to the police station!" He waved his hand and quickly stopped Lin Qiao's movements.

Well, this is a lie.

In fact, he had no idea what the store manager and the others were doing now.

But as a ghoul, in order to avoid exposing your identity, even if something happens, it is best to resolve it privately to reduce the possibility of dealing with official departments.

"What a pity. Originally, I wanted to order two cups of coffee, but now...sigh!" Lin Qiao shook her head regretfully.

"...Sorry, the store can no longer entertain customers now."

"It's not your fault. Well, since everything is alright, I'll leave first... By the way, just remember to sue me when it opens."

"Well, please go slowly."

Looking at the figure disappearing into the stairs, Kaneki Ken finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat on the ground holding the bar with a painful expression.

It hurts so much, the wound hasn't fully opened yet...

Breathing in the air-conditioning, his actual condition was far from as relaxed as he had appeared before.

However, the wound has healed a lot thanks to the self-healing ability of the ghoul. Although it still hurts, at least it will not spurt out blood.

If it were a human, it would have been sent by now.

.......