[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment":3,"chapter-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-124":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Tokyo: You Call This Normal Equipment?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1951688,2739,"Chapter 124","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-124",124,"\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi struck while the iron was hot and asked with expectation:\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"By the way, Xia Xia Xia Mujun, do you... have any other plans for later?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"No special plans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi's eyes lit up:\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"Then... how about we go have dinner together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"I know there's a Saizeriya nearby that recently launched new items, want to go try them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun knew Saizeriya was a restaurant with affordable prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Now that his novel had been accepted, his economic pressure had eased slightly, and plus his cafe salary would be paid soon, going once wouldn't hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>But he still looked at his sister and asked: \"Ruri, do you want to go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"Ruri wants to go!\" Natsume Ruri responded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"Okay, let's go then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi felt a jump of joy in her heart and immediately led the two to the nearest Saizeriya.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The cinema was on the eighth floor, and they needed to take the elevator down to the bustling streets of Shibuya, then walk for a few minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>But that didn't matter; it could be considered a small pre-dinner stroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Soon, the three arrived downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi and Natsume Ruri walked side by side in front, chatting excitedly and browsing the street-side shop windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun followed a few steps behind them, his gaze scanning the colorful night view and bustling crowd around him calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>At some point, he noticed the crowd around him seemed to be thinning out.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>By the time he came to his senses, he found himself silently surrounded by a group of people in black suits with solemn expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>They didn't speak, just neatly raised their arms and pointed to the roadside—where a Mercedes-Maybach Pullman, a bulletproof extended version, was parked with an imposing aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>This model, known as a vehicle for dignitaries, had a starting price of over 280 million yen, and the final price was even three-tenths higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun frowned tightly, looking in the direction they were pointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The door of the extended sedan opened slowly, and a girl sat on the spacious and luxurious seat inside the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>She possessed a face of beauty so exquisite it was almost demonic, yet her temperament was as cold as ice that never melts throughout the year.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Those deep eyes, which showed no emotion, were quietly looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>This person—was none other than Midou Orihime!\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun's peripheral vision scanned his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The men in black surrounding him all had cold, hard faces, sunglasses covering their eyes, and burly physiques. Just from their steady and ready-to-strike standing posture, one could tell they were no ordinary characters; they had clearly undergone systematic training.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>He didn't think he could find a gap to break out of this encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>His gaze fell back on the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The one who opened the car door for him was Konoe Hitomi, dressed in a maid outfit.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>She was born with an expressionless face, and although her features were delicate and cute, this classic maid outfit on her exuded an indescribable, almost contradictory sense of weirdness.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Konoe Hitomi slowly reached out, signaling him to enter the back seat: \"Xia Xia Xia Mujun, please come in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The tone was as flat as a daily greeting, yet it caused a clear intuition to rise quietly in Xia Xia Xia Mujun's heart: it was best not to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Just at this moment, his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>It was a call from his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>After a slight hesitation, he answered the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>【Natsume Ruri: Brother, why did you suddenly disappear? Fujiwara-nee-san and I can't find you nearby.】\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>【Xia Xia Xia Mujun: I... I ran into a friend temporarily and have something to deal with. You two go have dinner first... no need to wait for me.】\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>【Natsume Ruri: I see... alright. If you finish early, call me, I'll order some food for you first.】\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>【Xia Xia Xia Mujun: ...Mm.】\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Hanging up the phone, Xia Xia Xia Mujun stared at the call record with his sister, was silent for a moment, put away his phone, and then leaned over to sit in the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>After entering the car, he found the driver's seat empty. Just as he was confused, he saw Konoe Hitomi close the car door for him, then walk straight to the front of the car and sit in the driver's seat—she was actually the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Wasn't she a second-year high school student?\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>At most seventeen years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>In Japan, you have to be at least eighteen to get a driver's license!\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>A question flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>He saw Konoe Hitomi skillfully start the engine, and the vehicle slid smoothly into the lane.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The entire operation was smooth without a single unnecessary movement; she was clearly an experienced driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun was silent for a long time, finally deciding not to dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>With the unfathomable background and power of the Midou family, letting an underage \"maid\" drive, the police would probably choose to turn a blind eye, and the car itself might even have some kind of privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"Xia Xia Xia Mujun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>A supernatural and cold female voice came from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>He saw Midou Orihime tilting her head slightly, her waist-length princess-cut hair falling from her white, supernatural face as she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Those deep, indifferent eyes stared straight at him like a predator locking onto its prey, bringing a heavy pressure that was almost tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"President Midou, is there something you need from me?\" Xia Xia Xia Mujun pressed down the strangeness in his heart and asked in a deep voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Midou Orihime seemed not to have heard his question, still maintaining the tilted posture, examining him intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>In her vision, the interior of the car was like wriggling, viscous, rotting organs, and the car walls were covered with intertwined, knotted blood vessels and veins, pulsating with the rhythm of the engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The air was filled with a pungent smell of decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The sky outside the car window was a never-fading scarlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>All the pedestrians on the roadside, including Konoe Hitomi who was driving, were just disgusting lumps of flesh with limbs, moving slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The sounds they made were like countless fingernails continuously scratching a blackboard, sharp and twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>However, in this completely deformed and nauseating \"world,\" the only one who maintained a \"normal\" form and color was Xia Xia Xia Mujun in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Midou Orihime had no intention of answering his question at all, just issuing an order in that supernatural and indifferent tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>\"Hand, stretch it out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun fell into silence, his peripheral vision keenly capturing that in the rearview mirror, Konoe Hitomi's calm black pupils were silently focusing on his every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>And beside the gear lever near her hand, at some point, a Glock 19 pistol with a cold, matte finish appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>That was definitely not a toy or a replica.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>In Japan, firearms are subject to extremely strict control.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>There might be crude homemade firearms among the public, but this well-crafted service pistol in front of him completely did not belong to that category.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>It was also not the New Nambu M60 revolver commonly equipped by the Japanese police.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>That gun had a simple structure and was easy to maintain, suitable for daily security patrols.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The Glock 19, famous for its excellent reliability, concealability, and moderate recoil, was a common choice for many law enforcement agencies and even private security overseas.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Its appearance itself was a silent yet very heavy warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun had never liked to attract attention; one of the reasons was that excessive attention easily led to unexpected trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Sometimes it led to meeting some very crazy girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>And this Midou Orihime in front of him was probably the most dangerous and most difficult to fathom one he had encountered so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>He had no choice but to slowly stretch out his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Midou Orihime's expression didn't fluctuate at all, still that inhuman indifference and supernatural quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>She lifted her own white, soft hands, gently grasped Xia Xia Xia Mujun's wrist, and pulled it in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>From his fingertips to his arm, she began to slowly stroke, examine, observe, and scrutinize.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The movement didn't carry any emotional temperature, more like a calm scientist inspecting a rare specimen or collection.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Xia Xia Xia Mujun's five senses, which had just been improved yesterday, were feeding back everything with extreme clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>But there were no ripples in his heart, only a strong sense of dissonance and quietly standing hairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>The soft touch of her fingertips didn't bring warmth, but a sense of horror, as if being gently cut by a cold surgical blade, almost like a dissection.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Midou Orihime's movement suddenly changed—she inserted her fingers into his finger gaps, interlocked them with his, held them up to her eyes to examine carefully for a moment, then released them, and continued that detailed \"inspection\" from before.\u003C\u002Fp>",1518,"2026-06-15T07:08:26.586Z","2026-06-17T08:41:32.805Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","15d7fc2473f733db09cbcf3efcd9d3b769ae47c27a234269295764a6dd7c2e9d","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-125","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-123",624,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-cover.jpg"]