The press conference ended more smoothly than expected.
Without those drowsy official clichés, the pure sincerity and unpretentious nature of the two children have become the best public relations weapons.
When Lynn led them to push open the Manor paper door, John was sitting upright in front of the TV.
On the TV screen was the settlement interface of Street Fighter. No need to ask, this kid must have dragged Reggie or someone to kill again in the game.
Hearing the sound of the sliding door, John didn't even look back, pretending to be nonchalant and frantically pressing the cross keys on the controller.
"We're back."
Lynn took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger in the entrance.
Annie rushed over like a cheerful bird and hugged John's arm.
"John brother! I said on TV today that you are super awesome!"
The little girl raised her face and said as if offering a treasure.
John's mouth corners rose uncontrollably, but he still pretended to cough deeply and said in an elder's tone, "Well, I heard you, just act reluctantly. After all, you can't embarrass me outside."
Reggie rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you pretending to be cool? When you heard the TV broadcast just now, who was so happy that snot bubbles almost came out of your nose."
John immediately turned his head and glared at Reggie, a dangerous blue light flashing deep in his eyes.
Reggie was so frightened that he quickly grabbed a handful of senbei and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending to be dead, chewing vaguely.
Lynn looked at these living treasures, smiled and clapped his hands.
"Okay, change into comfortable clothes. I told you to go to Tokyo Tower to eat ice cream in the afternoon. If you are slow, you will have to stay at home and look after the house."
As soon as he finished speaking, except for Kevin who was still slowly feeding his Goldfish, the other children instantly turned into birds and beasts and rushed back to their rooms to change clothes.
Half an hour later, two black Toyota commercial vehicles drove out Manor again.
The sun is just right on Tokyo street in the afternoon.
Without those Onmyōji and local snakes prying in the dark yesterday, the whole world seems to have become clearer.
The wind blew through the leaves on both sides of the street, making a rustling sound.
The car drove all the way to the bottom of Tokyo Tower.
This huge red and white iron tower looks particularly spectacular against the blue sky and white clouds.
Buy a ticket, queue up, and get on the elevator.
As the sightseeing elevator continued to climb, the bustling scene of the entire Tokyo gradually unfolded under their feet.
The densely packed buildings, vehicles moving like matchboxes, and the sparkling Tokyo Bay in the distance all seemed so small.
There were many tourists on the observation deck, but a few beautiful children with blond hair and blue eyes still attracted a lot of people's attention.
Lynn walked to the dessert station on the observation deck and bought a lot of ice cream of various flavors without hesitation.
"I want chocolate chip cookies!" Reggie was the first to raise his hand, and his mouth was almost watering.
"It's strawberry, thank you Lynn." Annie obediently took a pink cone.
Tommy ordered mint chocolate, while Kevin stared at a blue sea salt-flavored ice cream and couldn't stop looking at it. She smelled it carefully several times, as if to confirm whether there were any fish ingredients in it, and then carefully stuck out her tongue to take a lick after confirming that it was safe.
Lynn handed the biggest vanilla ice cream to John.
The boy took the ice cream and walked to the completely transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the huge city below him.
The cold and sweet taste instantly melted in his mouth, causing him to squint his eyes.
For John, as long as he is willing, he can easily use two Heat Vision to break this iron tower that represents human industrial civilization, or fly down directly and crush those ants-like crowds.
He has the power to make the world tremble completely.
The men in white coats who once locked him up in Basement always looked at him with a mixture of enthusiasm and fear, as if he was a nuclear bomb that could explode at any time.
But now, he was holding sweet vanilla ice cream in his hand, surrounded by Reggie and Kevin, who were noisily bickering over the cookie crumbs on the edge of a cone.
Lynn was standing less than two meters away from him, smiling and helping Tommy wipe off the ice cream stains on his clothes.
This feeling is so amazing.
John suddenly felt that it was much better to be a trump card carefully hidden in Lynn's hand than to be a god who lost his temper casually in the sky.
Because God is lonely, no one dares to approach, and the trump card will always be held in the hands of the most trusted person, who will give a fatal blow when needed most.
Thinking of this, John took a big bite of a piece of ice cream. It was so cold that he breathed air-conditioning, but the smile on his face was brighter than the sunshine outside.
Lynn took the last two ice creams, turned around, and walked to the edge corner of the observation deck.
Black Noir is standing there quietly.
He didn't look at the scenery or the crowd. He just stayed in the blind corner of his field of vision like a dutiful shadow, observing every ordinary person around him who might be a threat.
Lynn handed him a matcha-flavored ice cream.
"Japan specialties, try it." Lynn's tone was casual and natural.
Black Noir looked down at the green ice cream, and his body under the mask seemed to stiffen slightly.
He didn't answer.
"Here, if you don't eat it, Annie will be sad. She just asked me to buy this color for you, saying it matches your clothes very well."
Lynn lied casually and put the ice cream directly into Black Noir's hand.
Black Noir held the cold cone and stood there at a loss.
The matcha-flavored green ice cream melted slightly under the sunlight, and a drop of cold, sweet liquid slid down the edge of the crispy cone and dripped onto his black tactical gloves.
Lynn did not rush him or stare at him. He just turned his head and continued to look at the sparkling Tokyo Bay in the distance.
After a while, there was a slight sound of clothing rubbing together in the corner.
Black Noir turned around silently, facing away from the bustling crowd on the observation deck.
He stretched out a finger and carefully pushed up the lower edge of the black mask, just enough to reveal a scar-covered lip.
He took a small bite of the green ice cream.
It's very cool, with a little bitterness that belongs to tea, but more of a reassuring sweetness.
This was a taste that he had not tasted for decades and belonged to a normal person.
In this sweetness, there are no tasks, no killings, only the sunshine and wind of the holiday.
On the other side, Reggie had finished his chocolate chip cookie ice cream in several big gulps, even licking the residue off his fingers.
He approached Annie unsatisfiedly and tried to exchange the photo of Polaroid he had just taken for the remaining strawberry cone in the little girl's hand.
"No, Lynn Director said, eating too much ice will give you stomachache."
Annie refused without hesitation and hid behind John.
John was like a wall of dutiful sighs, holding his hands on his chest and looking down at Reggie: "Do you want to grab Annie's snacks? Reggie, I can throw you off this iron tower and let you experience a real free fall."
"I was just kidding! John, you have no sense of humor."
Reggie curled his lips, turned into a blue afterimage and ran to Tommy to try his luck.
John turned around, looked at the ice cream in Annie's hand, and then looked at Lynn not far away. Azure's eyes were full of pride as a big brother.
He now enjoys this feeling of being needed and relied on very much.
This morning Lynn's words "You are my trump card" were like a reassurance, which completely freed him from the anxiety of wanting to express himself in front of the camera.