There were at least hundreds of witnesses praying for rain and killing monsters, all of whom were swearing, and there were even foreign witnesses.

Such rumors are not well-known in Somalia, that would be a strange thing.

With the help of modern communication tools, it spread like the wind across half of Somalia. At least near Mogadishu, the local wizard circle is already known to everyone.

It is not surprising that the great wizard Bu Guola knew it.

"You know, too?"

Horenie was a little stunned.

He finally realized that the young doctor in the Chinese peacekeeping force was not talking nonsense, and some things seemed to be true.

"It is said that a great devil was released. Alas, I don't know whether it is true or false!"

This is what the great wizard Bu Guola cares most about now.

As the initiator, Li Bai's random nonsense was never expected to be taken as real.

The most fierce news about various rumors recently, locust plagues, droughts, famines, wars, and even cannibal monsters have appeared. It is hard to doubt whether there is really a great demon king about to be born.

Africans are particularly superstitious and will automatically repair the problem as long as there is something related to it.

"Devil?"

Horenie shook his head secretly, he didn't believe it.

The devil king, once the shells are gone, they will only be destroyed.

After leaving a large sum of money as a reward, he said goodbye to the great wizard Buguola.

Unwilling to give up, Horenni looked for several other wizards one after another, but their opinions were similar and they could be summarized into one sentence. The person who tied the bell was required to untie it.

Frightened by the name of the great wizard of the "Chinese Tribe", no one dared to act rashly, for fear of smashing his signature.

That night, Rehone had a nightmare.

He dreamed that Abraham was looking for his life with blood on his face.

There have been more than once such nightmares. Almost all night long, Horenie was awakened by nightmares and gasped heavily, as if as soon as he closed his eyes, the life-seeking Abraham and the zombie-scammers would appear in his mind.

It's not a nightmare, it's a curse!

Although he refused to believe it no matter what, at this moment, deep in his heart, he still believed it for half.

In desperation, the lieutenant colonel rushed to Mogadishu again and found the best psychiatrist in the capital. He still had a front-line confidence in modern science and firmly believed that the barbaric and backward feudal superstition could not be an opponent of science after all, and sooner or later his true colors would be revealed.

But this check doesn't matter, it's a solid test!

After some examination, the psychiatric expert told Horeney very much that he was not a curse.

Horenie had just breathed a sigh of relief, and the expert's words knocked him from heaven to eighteen levels of hell.

Although it is not a curse in the sense of witchcraft, it is a psychological suggestion in the sense of scientificity and belongs to the category of hypnosis.

It is not a curse, but it is better than a curse, and its effect is even more terrifying than a curse.

The advice given to Horeni by the best psychiatrist in Mogadishu is almost no different from those wizards. The person who tied the bell needs to untie the curse or hypnosis hints must be found in the young doctor of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

Otherwise, I would have to endure a full month of torture before I can get relief.

Nearly one-third of a person's life is in sleep. If the quality of sleep is not good for a month, even a man with iron can't stand it.

On the second night, nightmare came as promised, the rebels were lying around, and Abraham, with blood on his face, had more acquaintances.

This time, the proud Horenie finally had to face the reality.

The young Chinese man did not lie, he was really "cursed"!

After two nights of hard work, Horenie went to the farm with dark circles and admitted defeat. She couldn't stand the nightmare all night!

But Director Hao told him that Li Bai was not in the farm and had already returned to the garrison of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

Horenni had to rush to the base of the Chinese peacekeeping troops again. After three hours of running around, he finally found the base. However... Li Bai was still away. He heard that he had gone to the Japanese embassy in Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia.

Run from the farm to the nearby indigenous tribes, take a short walk, arrive in Mogadishu, then run back to the farm, and lose in vain, and chase after the Chinese peacekeeping troops near Mogadishu, but still fail in vain!

I could only go to Mogadishu to find someone again, and the two major circles ran down and felt tired just by listening to the route.

What a sin!-

At the Japanese Embassy in Mogadishu, Li Bai saw an acquaintance.

"Please sit down, Li Sang!"

The Commissioner of the Public Security Department of the Japanese Police Department, Nobita Yamamoto bowed respectfully to him and made an invitation.

Li Bai touched his right hand with his left hand, and his hands were itchy, so he almost shaved it over.

"Yamamoto, why are you here?"

In his impression, this secret Japanese policeman with mental problems should be transferred to civilian positions and on the logistics bench, and he should not appear here no matter what.

"I'm already done thanks to Li Sang."

Nobita Yamamoto smiled very well, and seemed to be sincere, without any falsehood.

"alright?"

Li Bai was a little confused. You should know that this guy was very sick at the beginning, but it was not said that he could get better.

"Thanks to Li Sang's slap to wake me up, I later practiced in the mountains with my master for half a year, and it was already great."

When talking about the master, Nobita Yamamoto put his hands together, looking pious as if he was to convert to my Buddha.

This guy actually entered Buddhism and got rid of the psychological shadow of the big devil.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid he would have been kicked on the bench and waiting for retirement as Li Bai imagined.

Li Bai asked tentatively: "Then you come to me just to thank me?"

"Uh! No, it's mainly for business!"

Nobita Yamamoto quickly let go of his hand, sat opposite Li Bai, picked up his briefcase, took out a folder from it, and handed it over with both hands.

He had ten courage to put his private affairs in front of him. If he was really sent to Africa, it would be miserable.

Because of policy anti-gangsterism, Japan has not had a good relationship with African countries. Lifetime companies often expel employees who are expensive to expel and expel them to Africa.

In short, this is definitely not a place that Japanese people like to come.

"What's this?"

Li Bai opened the folder in confusion, and the photos on the first page made him slightly stunned.

The people in the photo are not unfamiliar with it, and Li Bai can even call out the other party's name, Qin Yulong.

However, on the first page of the file, the name that matches the photo is called Hatano, which is not the name that introduced himself on the Snow Knight cruise ship.

In order to cooperate with Li Bai's interpretation of the document, Yamamoto Nobita added simultaneously: "Hatano, a member of the far-right organization of the Yama Spring Association, the Yama Spring Association is an annoying violent black gold organization. The Japanese Police Department has always wanted to eradicate it, but there is not enough evidence."

"Well, the director of the Shanquan Association, the extreme right! Don't the Japanese political circles like extreme right very much?"

Li Bai poked casually.

"That's just a vote. No one will really like these guys. They just shout and beat and kill without using them, which is always causing trouble for Japan!"

Nobita Yamamoto was not shy and complained calmly about the extreme rightists, and Japanese people hate causing trouble the most.

Many times, it is just a political need, so as to show your unique presence. Once you want to play the game, you must be afraid faster than anyone else.

The Japanese people have long been accustomed to the anti-Japanese sentiment of China. Even anti-Japanese dramas such as "Tunnel Warfare" and "Mine Warfare" and even magical dramas dare to bring in for unrestrained playback. Don't expect those politicians to have a lot of integrity.

As for attacking the Yasukuni Shrine, my reaction was still very calm.

If it's the other way around, haha.

China is China, Japan is Japan.

"All of them are charming bitches!"

Li Bai shook his head.

"Hi, Hi!"

Nobita Yamamoto laughed.

After flipping through the folder, Li Bai understood the purpose of Yamamoto Nobitao.

The other party represented the Japanese Police Department, responsible for arresting Qin Yulong, who caused great trouble to Japan. To be precise, his real name should be called Hatano.

Nobita Yamamoto hopes to get the assistance of Li Bai, who had been in contact with Hatano (Qin Yulong).

On the one hand, Li Bai not only had an intersection with Hatano, but also one of the parties involved in the planning of the event.

On the other hand, the influence Li Bai has established in the Somalia region may be able to provide some help. After all, the Japanese government has a very bad reputation in the African region. It is very likely that it will not only fail to receive any cooperation, but will also cause interference and obstruction in all aspects, resulting in half the result with twice the effort.

The Japanese government wants to capture Hatano, and Li Bai is obviously the best candidate for assistance.

"What's the benefit of this?"

Li Bai threw the folder back to Nobita Yamamoto.

He is from China, why should he work for Japanese people?
To be continued...