Chapter 110: Using a Satellite to Find Spit?

Director Takahashi and the others raised their heads, the corners of their mouths twitching.

"So fast…"

In their field of vision, the saliva Abe Mitake Maro spat toward the sky shot off with a whoosh, swift as a thunderbolt, flying farther and farther, and in the blink of an eye it was already impossible to see where in the sky it had flown to.

"It won't fly to outer space, will it?"

Minister of Foreign Affairs Ouchi Masaki swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

That speed was so fast, like a meteor flying in reverse, gone in a flash.

Director Takahashi and Tsuchimikado Kenji did not sigh with emotion, but were itching to act, very much wanting to rush out and find that spit, their faces written all over with regret.

This was extraordinary saliva—who knows, studying it might reveal the secrets of the extraordinary.

Actually, when Abe Mitake Maro said he was going to spit, on the surface they said it was fine, they didn't mind, but in their hearts they wished he would spit a few more times—even spitting on Director Takahashi's face would have been fine, Director Takahashi would have been willing.

They never expected that an extraordinary person would spit toward the sky.

Perhaps this is the legendary saying that cultivation goes against the heavens to begin with, so even spitting has to go against the heavens—spit toward the sky.

"Grandpa, the direction Master Abe spat in seems to be…the direction of America that Professor Beishan pointed to."

Tsuchimikado Xia Mei tugged at Tsuchimikado Kenji's sleeve, her voice kept very low, audible only to those in the hall.

Hmm?!

A sudden suffocation.

After Tsuchimikado Xia Mei's unexpected remark, everyone froze, their expressions fixed in place.

It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it…

The direction of the spit just happened to match exactly what Professor Beishan had pointed to—was it subconscious?

"It should be a coincidence."

Professor Zhongtian laughed, yet the atmosphere did not ease in the slightest; on the contrary, it made people's teeth chatter.

Could it really be a coincidence?

Impossible.

This is the extraordinary, not ordinary people.

Thinking about it, that's right—even an extraordinary person shouldn't spit toward the sky, how unreasonable; what if the spit fell down and hit someone in the face…

The next moment.

After calming down, they also recalled what Abe Mitake Maro had said earlier, and how he had suddenly asked Professor Beishan about America.

A jolt of realization shot straight to the crown of their heads.

Director Takahashi's scalp exploded, and he hurriedly picked up his phone to send a message to the Extraordinary Response Department.

"After spitting, I feel much more refreshed. Young man, please continue telling the Japanese history you didn't finish earlier." After Director Takahashi finished sending the message, Abe Mitake Maro walked in from the courtyard.

At the same time.

Above Aichi Prefecture, where the Tsuchimikado family resided.

A single droplet of crystal-clear liquid, glittering under the blazing sun, like a daytime meteor, tore across the long sky, carving an arc through the white clouds as it flew toward America…

……

Tokyo, Japan, the Extraordinary Response Department.

Today, Tian Wu and Yoshimura Muraji, who were in charge of holding down the fort at the Extraordinary Response Department, sat around bored out of their minds.

"Tian Wu, how about we go grab a drink after work? No yokai have appeared today, and the higher-ups haven't given any orders. All quiet—having a drink won't hurt."

"Don't, drinking gets in the way of work."

Tian Wu refused:

"Just because nothing's happening now doesn't mean nothing will happen later. Yokai can appear at any time, orders from above can come at any moment—we need to stay in good shape."

Yoshimura Muraji opened his mouth to try to persuade him, when a communications officer came trotting over.

Standing at attention and saluting.

"Report! Director Takahashi sent a text message notification."

"See, didn't I tell you—something could happen at any moment."

Yoshimura Muraji's mouth corner twitched, and he rolled his eyes: "It's all because of your crow mouth. Fine, what notification did Director Takahashi send?"

The communications officer did not answer right away.

"…Director Takahashi sent a text message saying, saying to have us turn on satellite monitoring, and in the stretch of sky from Aichi Prefecture to America, find a mouthful of spit."

Bang.

Yoshimura Muraji lost his balance and slid off his chair, his eyes bulging wider than Bambi eyes.

"What the heck? Find spit? And from the sky?"

After being stunned for quite a while, Yoshimura Muraji and Tian Wu ran over to look at the text message.

Confirming the message was correct, the two were dumbfounded.

"What the hell, Director Takahashi isn't just making up busywork for us, is he." Yoshimura Muraji was dumbstruck.

At the same time.

Above Japan.

The spit pierced the heavens, emitting a faint glow, like a tiny star, flew out past the Japanese islands, crossed the Pacific, and plunged into the American soil of Beimeizhou.

……

New York City, America, near the mouth of the Hudson River.

Lights dimmed, the streets were bustling, people coming and going, many gathered.

But what drew the most attention was not the crowd, but a giant goddess statue.

Including its pedestal, the goddess statue stood a towering 92 meters tall, cast entirely of metal, shaped as a goddess, her left hand holding a book, her right hand raising a torch high.

At this moment.

A sea of people had gathered, all taking photos facing the statue—clearly they had all come for the sculpture.

This was the Statue of Liberty, one of America's iconic sculptures.

As an iconic American sculpture and a symbol of freedom and America, the Statue of Liberty drew countless visitors every year—foreigners as well as Americans themselves. To this day, it remained the same, attracting huge crowds of tourists.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Statue of Liberty—a gift France gave us Americans for our hundredth anniversary…"

Chris, the host of an American TV travel show, whose job was to travel to scenic spots across America and the world, introducing the good and the beautiful of each destination.

This time he had prepared to introduce his own country's Statue of Liberty.

Along with the narration, at Chris's signal, the camera slowly panned toward the Statue of Liberty, filming from multiple angles.

"This is the Statue of Liberty."

Chris's face showed undisguised pride as he spoke into the microphone.

"Next, let's interview some tourists about their thoughts on the Statue of Liberty."

His words fell.

He led the cameraman straight toward a tourist.

Throughout, the cameraman controlled the angle well—filming not only Chris and the tourist, but also keeping the Statue of Liberty in the shot.

"Hello there, Young Lady, may I—"

Chris found a tourist from Korea and began the interview on the spot.

"Huh??"

The cameraman, shouldering his camera, noticed through the lens that behind the Statue of Liberty—behind Chris and the tourist—something crystalline was flying in from the sky.

It didn't look like a star, because the thing was moving, racing from the sky toward them.

Chris was puzzled—the cameraman had never spoken up while filming before; what was going on today?

The next moment.

Before he could ask.

"Look, what's that!"

"Hey! What is that thing in the sky?"

"That thing—it's coming toward us."

All around, tourists cried out one after another, pointing at the same direction in the sky.

Chris looked over accordingly.

Far off in the heavens, something was flying toward them, radiating a shimmering glow.

Watching carefully, the thing was clearly flying toward the Statue of Liberty.

Without Chris giving the order, the curious cameraman turned the lens toward the glow, zooming in—and froze on the spot.

At the sight, the cameraman was stunned and amazed, blurting out instinctively.

"Why does that thing look like drool…"

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