When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Chapter 736: Just Another Kind of Ishilin

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Mu Tutu's silver bells jingled as she ran, which was particularly piercing in the gloomy afternoon. She clutched the string of steaming oden and said, "Wait a minute!"

Yue Ji's steps were staggering, and the wounds all over his body were so severe that he could hear hurried footsteps behind him, but he turned into the narrow alley at the corner without looking back - there were half-man-high garbage cans piled there, emitting a foul smell, which was the best barrier to avoid being tracked.

"Don't follow me." His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. He leaned against the mottled wall and gasped, "You want to die, damn it."

Mu Tutu stopped at the entrance of the alley. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, casting flickering spots of light on her pure white skirt.

She watched Yue Ji's blood-stained back melt into the shadows, and the oden in her hand gradually grew cold.

"But your injury..." She bit her lower lip.

Yue Ji paused. The wind from the alley carried her words over, mixed with the rotten smell of the trash can, and strangely, it made his muddled mind clearer.

"You are so idle... Where did this weirdo come from?" He didn't turn around in the end, and his figure was quickly swallowed by the deeper darkness, leaving only a light sentence, "Take the money, it's for your oden."

Mu Tutu stood there, staring at the empty alley in a daze. The silver bell in her hair stopped ringing at some point, and the oden in her hand was completely cold. She lowered her head to look at the transfer on her phone screen.

There was a dull thud of something heavy falling from the depths of the alley, very light, but clearly heard by her ears. Mu Tutu raised her head abruptly, only to find that Yue Ji had fallen asleep sitting in the alley.

Obviously, he was exhausted to this extent.

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The air conditioning in the underground conference room of the Free State Ministry of Defense was as low as an ice cellar. Yaguchi slapped the report with curled edges on the mahogany table. The sound of the papers flipping was particularly harsh in the silence.

His finger paused for three seconds on the column of death toll from the Los Angeles riots. “A madman killed a senior executive in the name of being the enemy of the fit?

You know what this report means - three of the victims listed are members of the Coalition Security Council."

The Minister of Defense randomly added, "Mr. Yaguchi, the Los Angeles PD's riot squad has been on duty for 72 hours straight. There are no extra police officers. We can only assign them to you..."

Before the Defense Minister could finish, Yaguchi responded.

"In this case, sending federal agents after a possible threat puts taxpayer lives at risk."

Yaguchi suddenly laughed softly, and the sound hit the soundproof wall and bounced back, with an indescribable irony. On the wall behind him was the Japanese flag that had been lowered long ago.

"Say this to the survivors of a destroyed nation, Secretary of Defense." He put his glasses back on, and the reflection obscured the emotions in his eyes.

"You need a Japanese representative to endorse your plan to capture the fit, just like you needed our manufacturing industry to endorse your debts."

The other party's Adam's apple rolled, and then asked, "You know something happened in Canada today, right?"

"So you just let the riots spread?"

Harris's finger paused on the page of human experiment protocols, and the eagle emblem on the pen cap gleamed sharply in the light.

"Stabilizing public opinion requires a scapegoat, Yaguchi."

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being picked up by the microphone in the ventilation system, "The public needs to believe that as long as we catch the fittest, everything can get back on track."

"Back to which track?" Yaguchi suddenly laughed, his laughter as sharp as broken glass, "Back to the track where you used drones to drop bombs in the Middle East, but said it was a precision strike at the press conference?

Back when the Riyue Kingdom sank, your aircraft carrier battle group was on track to observe the tsunami three hundred miles away?"

When he stood up, the chair made a dull sound on the carpet. "The fit ones are not the root of the problem. The problem is that when the real threat crawls out from the deep sea and the ice, you only pull the trigger on your own people.

So what if they are caught? Human experiments? Public executions. I don’t think I need to repeat what the Free State does.”

The Minister of Defense was silent for a moment;

"That's what humans do, isn't it?"

Yaguchi pondered for a moment, then asked, "Don't you think something is wrong? Why are humans so sure, or suddenly think, that Ultraman is the enemy?

When did it start? Even if his reputation was bad, it was impossible for him to be hated by everyone.

Don’t you think this is a little... weird?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into silence.

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Mu Tutu stood at the entrance of the alley and hesitated for a moment. She knew Yue Ji didn't want to be discovered, but the dull sound of falling to the ground made Mu Tutu's heart tremble.

She walked into the alley and saw Yue Ji leaning against the wall, his face pale and his breathing weak. She squatted down and glanced at Yue Ji.

Leave behind those wrinkles and bloodstains.

Under the bangs was a broken face, and she always felt that she had seen the other person somewhere.

Since I came into this world, my health has been unstable. Fortunately, I have work experience, so I still made a lot of money.

Yue Ji didn't seem to respond, still sleeping like a dead person. Mu Tu Tu breathed a sigh of relief and began to carefully clean his wound.

Just then, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the alley, and Mututuo's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Mu Tutu had no choice but to shake Yue Ji, "Don't sleep, someone is coming.

Hello, someone is coming."

Yue Ji, who was annoyed by being shaken, drew out the Storm Sword and put it on Mutututa's neck. Looking at the innocent and anxious face, he felt like he wished the other party was an alien beast.

On the afternoon of July 7, Yue Jiyo saw a familiar girl in front of him...

Mu Tutu led Yue Ji through the intricate alleys. She walked briskly and seemed to be very familiar with the area. Yue Ji endured the severe pain from his wound and followed closely behind her.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two arrived in front of a hotel. The hotel's gate was magnificent.

Mu Tutu gestured to Yue Ji to just follow him in.

This hotel is quite remote, and not many people usually come here. Mu Tutu explained, "It should be okay to stay here for the time being."

"Don't stay. I'll leave before nightfall... I won't stop you if you want to die so badly."

Yue Ji was silent for a moment, then followed Mututtu into the hotel. After arriving at the last room, he asked abruptly.

"Have we met somewhere before? I always feel like you are familiar to me."

Faced with this question, Mututtu was stunned for a moment.

The sunlight outside the window was not that strong. When she turned her head, the golden light formed a halo on her face.

"There was someone who accompanied me...through the loneliest times, and now I see him again, that's all."

She then pointed at Yue Ji, her movements very gently.

"Do not you think so?"