April 5, 1999, 17:59 pm.

Diapolo appeared in the square in front of Duwang Town tram station one minute in advance.

Before this, he had actually been quietly wandering in the shadow for a long time. After confirming that there were no traces of Li Qing and others nearby, he carefully walked into the sun with time.

During the rush hour, there are crowds of people in front of the tram station, which is extremely lively.

Diapolo actually doesn't like to go to crowded places, but this meeting place is the best option he carefully selected.

The crowds coming and going can just provide him with a cover, making his unique and exotic appearance seem inconspicuous.

Once Li Qing is out of the way, he can quickly use it to get into the crowd, using this disturbing crowd to interfere with Li Qing's hearing.

Even if he is too lucky, he can't escape, but he can still hold these ordinary citizens hostages and keep those righteous people who are bound by morality and human nature.

Diapolo has everything ready.

But he was still a little nervous:

"Kira Yoshikawa..."

"I hope that guy doesn't play tricks."

No matter how cautious he is, he cannot grasp all the variables.

Diapolo could only work hard to improve his vigilance to the highest level, and then walked quietly and carefully towards the agreed final place:

It was the square in front of the tram station, the public bench closest to the exit of the station.

He and Yoshikage Kirara were both cautious people. They not only agreed to meet here, but also set the alarm code in advance:

Diapolo must sit on this bench on time before 18:00.

If you can't see Diapolo near this chair, it means that the situation changes and the meeting will be cancelled, and Kira Yoshikage will leave directly and no longer appear.

So, at this moment, Diapolo approached the bench with a purpose.

However, his brows quickly frowned:

"Someone?"

There was already someone sitting on the bench.

He was a young man with a gentle temperament, full of energy, fashionable and decent dress, looking quite artistic.

The "artistic atmosphere" he is the easiest to see:

Because he was holding a paintbrush in his hand and a sketchbook on his knees, he was drawing and drawing at the drawing paper with a focused expression.

And beside this young man, there were still chattering around a few elementary school students wearing uniforms and childish faces:

"It turned out to be the great cartoonist Luban Teacher of the Kishibe!"

"The "Red and Black Boy" you drew is our favorite comic work!"

"I didn't expect to meet you in such a place... It's so incredible."

Several elementary school students' eyes were filled with worship of idols.

They surrounded the great cartoonist with enthusiasm, their tender faces full of excitement and fanaticism.

And the dewy companion on the shore seems to have long been used to the enthusiastic viewing of the young fans.

He stopped his brush and smiled at the elementary school students:

"I'm very happy to meet everyone. But I'm sorry..."

"I'm sketching here now, so it's not convenient to chat with everyone."

"If possible, can I concentrate on completing this painting?"

Although it is actually keeping people from thousands of miles away, the tone of the dew clerk on the shore speaking at this moment is very gentle and calm, and it will not make people feel uncomfortable at all.

Feeling the request from the shore dew companion, a few fanatical fans immediately nodded obediently and responded:

"Okay, Teacher on the Bank, we won't disturb you from your conception and creation."

"Thank you for understanding."

"I often sketch here, so I will see you again if you have the chance to do it."

The deer on the shore smiled and sootheed the emotions of these children, and watched the little fans leave with a calm expression.

When these little fans left, he immediately lowered his head and focused on drawing the unfinished painting.

"A cartoonist who goes out to sketch?"

“It seems to be fine…”

Diapolo carefully observed the shore companion, and his vigilance was a little relaxed:

The enthusiasm and admiration of those primary school students just now were very sincere. Unless they were all born actors, the young man in front of them should be the cartoonist they mentioned.

Diapolo also observed carefully. When the primary school students were making trouble just now, many passers-by nearby also cast inquiring eyes at the place.

Judging from those dark and surprised and excited eyes, the identity of this young man and the famous cartoonist is even more certain.

"It should be just a cartoonist who happens to be sitting here and sketching, right."

"He shouldn't have any threat to me...but..."

Diapolo, who was as alert as a cheetah, soon discovered another suspicious place:

The station has a lot of people and it is not surprising that there are other people on the benches.

But...a cartoonist, running to such a noisy place to sketch?

Can you draw a painting in such a noisy place?

Could it be that he did it intentionally?

He actually belongs to Li Qing, so he ambushed here one step ahead?

Because of the psychological shadow caused by Li Qing these days, Diapolo has almost been persecuted paranoia.

Wait until you calm down and think about it carefully:

Li Qing and his side clearly have an overwhelming advantage in combat power. If they can know their whereabouts, they can just push them straight away. There is no need to take the risk of such unnecessary dramas.

Diapolo was very confused, but the dewy companion on the shore on the bench was already finished painting the painting.

He let out a sigh of relief, lowered his hand and lowered his brush before he looked up and said to Diapolo:

"Sir...you seem to have been observing me for almost half a minute."

"Are you interested in my paintings?"

"If that's the case, I'm just trying to give you a taste."

Dew companion on the shore held the painting with the ink marks and said to Diapolo very seriously.

"Um..."

Diapolo hesitated slightly, and answered without revealing his flaws:

"Yes, I'm really interested in the art of painting."

"But one thing surprised me..."

"The environment here is so noisy, why do you have to come here to draw?"

He tentatively tentatively.

"This is my personal hobby."

"I like to sketch in crowded places, so that I can observe all kinds of passers-by and get in touch with the most real world."

"These can provide inspiration for my creation, and the noisy environment can also temper my mood for painting."

Artists have their own quirks, and it is very normal for them to show their companions on the shore.

"Oh...so that's it."

"It seems you are a very accomplished painter."

Diapolo said a few scenes slowly, as if he was about to stop asking questions.

However, just as his expression relaxed, his spiritual energy surged like a huge wave:

"King of Crimson!"

Caught off guard, the hideous Scarlet King appeared out of thin air.

As soon as it appeared, it slashed a sharp hand knife in front of it with all its might, as if it was to split the brain of the shore's partner.

But the dewy companion on the shore was motionless.

He seemed to be unable to see the Scarlet King at all, with no fluctuations in his eyes.

Finally, the Scarlet King's hand knife was almost stopped in front of his companion on the shore, one inch away from his forehead, and the strong wind caused by the slashing made him dance.

"Why is it suddenly so strong..."

The dewy companion on the shore frowned in confusion.
To be continued...