Zhijiang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and bowed. Although the old man suffered a chest injury, he did not suffer a major problem, but his lungs were affected, and his throat was also operated on, and his words would be affected. The old man's nose was connected to the nasal tube, and his heart was covered with various patches of inspection rites, but his spirit had recovered, and Zhijiang specially wore a black and red long-sleeved kimono on the day he visited his father. "It's hard to kill you. Zhijiang said and pressed the place where the old man had done surgery, and the old man couldn't shout, so he could only snort in pain. Zhijiang shook his head and said with a smile,

"All of your presence in Kyoto is already in my hands, and the only people who listen to you are those stupid things in this house. What else can you do? I'm a woman, I should be held by you? Old thing, you listen to me, Song Qingzhi and I could have lived in harmony.

But because you, I, will, he, die. ”

At his great-grandfather's 13th anniversary ceremony, Song Qingzhi heard that Zhijiang had lost "something", and the police seemed to be in turmoil.

"What did your subordinates throw away?" When Song Qing saw Zhijiang, he opened the door directly without any greetings, Zhijiang's smile froze for a moment, and then shook his head, "It's not my thing, it's my father's." I'm helping him find it. ”

"What the hell is it?" Song Qing asked with some anger in the concealment of Zhijiang.

"Father's truth. Zhijiang replied coldly, his eyes were cold, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Song Qing nodded and took a few steps back,

"Since I know you're there, I won't be surprised at what he does. ”

"It's about everyone in the room, the parliamentarians, the police and the doctors who came to pay their respects. Everyone cares, except you and me. ”

When Sharo awoke from the darkness, he saw the people around him, their faces familiar but strange. They sat around the long table in suits, themselves in a Su-colored yukata tied to the counter, and the chef wearing a mask was making a sushi shi, each of which was placed on her body, gradually covered by cold raw fish flakes and creamy rice cakes, the men sitting around were snooping each other's private words, and an old man sat on the upper seat, elegantly raising his glass to toast with everyone.

Sharo's ears became noisy and chaotic, and the men raised their carved red lacquered wooden chopsticks and stretched them out to the sushi on her body.

She shouted in panic, only to find that her throat was stuffed with a wet towel and she couldn't scream. The old man sat leisurely, did not move his chopsticks, but watched the deformed feast in silence.

Suddenly, dozens of men in black suits broke into the door, holding long knives in their hands, and the blades of the knives were falling in front of them, and the severed limbs and mutilated arms fell beside him, and Sharo was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and his body gradually became warm, and some died in front of the table, and the blood on his neck soaked the skirt under him. The old man remained unmoved, picked up his glass and drank it. Sharo saw the glasse-eyed man in the crowd, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you dead? Scared to death?" the man walked over and kicked her in the foot, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

The old man smiled and asked her to lift Sharo up from the table, and then led her down to change her clothes, and then brought her up again.

"Are you afraid?" asked the old man as he drank his tea, and Sharo nodded and shook his head.

"My daughter doesn't listen to me, so you just follow me and take care of my daily life and food, is that okay?"

"Can you let me go back?" said Sharo, crying and begging, "I don't know anything for you, I'm stupid and stupid, I don't know anything!"

"I don't need smart people. Your parents don't care about you, what are you going to do when you go back? Could it be that you still have friends who will never forget you? Then bring them together......

Sharo immediately relented, and forced her tears to fall from her eyes.

"Do you have any friends you can't live with?" the old man asked again, and Sharo shook his head and his eyes darkened, "I have no friends, I have nothing." ”

When Zhijiang saw Sha Luo at the old man's birthday banquet, he was shocked to the bottom of his head. Like a puppet, her eyes were dull and her movements stiff, and she did whatever the old man commanded, bringing tea and water, or performing waka songs that she was not familiar with, and when her young throat sang babbling tunes, it was even a little harsh. She tugged at Sharo's sleeve in the middle of the feast and asked her why she was here, but Sharo had forgotten about her and was trying to get rid of her. Zhijiang was afraid that she would make too much action and attract the attention of others, so he hurriedly dragged her to the depths of the house.

"Why are you here? Tell me?!" Zhijiang didn't follow the question, forcing Sha Luo to keep retreating.

"I don't know...... I don't know......" Sharo mechanically shook his head, dumbfoundedly responding.

"Think about it, who brought you here, tell me!"

He wears eyeglasses...... Very skinny ...... There were 15 other people, and they were all divided among the others, and I don't know if they were still alive..."

Sharo's chaotic language was like tearing open the spider web in front of a deep and sinful cave, and the low roar of monsters came from the deep cavern, sending chills down Zhijiang's spine. Everywhere in the country, there are exactly 16 cases of missing girls. Zhijiang hugged Sha Luo in his arms and comforted, and said in a low voice,

"Can you get in touch with them?"

"Yes...... We sometimes see ......," Sharo replied in a low voice.

"Listen to me, record what you see and hear, and give it to me, and I'll get you out. ”

Sha Luo's gray eyes lit up again, and with some incredulous reflexes, Zhijiang nodded repeatedly.

"Trust me, I'll get you out. ”

The man in the glasses betrayed the old man, and also betrayed Zhijiang, but married Song Qingzhi.

He dragged sixteen girls to Tokyo Bay, and although they were still alive, they seemed to him to be gasping lumps of meat. The smuggling boats in Tokyo Bay always docked in the middle of the night, and several men loaded the girl who kept waving and crying into the body bag, and the girl in the body bag kept moving, and the man stepped the position of the head, and the body bag did not move. The man carried the body bag and threw it into the stern, and then tried the next girl. The girls gathered together nervously, some biting with their teeth, some pulling with their hands, and they didn't care if the skin was worn out.

"You know best, we'll give you everything!

The girls cried and pushed her away. Sharo gritted her teeth and turned her head and ran wildly to the shore, covered in dirt and mud. In the early hours of the morning, there was a dead silence in the Tokyo Bay area, and only the cargo ships that were repairing on the shore and three or four workers patrolling the harbor suddenly appeared in front of them, and they couldn't tell what it was, and they were about to run back, but when they heard the thing crying and shouting, they turned around and went back to check. Sharo couldn't say too much, and ran to the dock with the two of them. The glare of the lights shone on the pier, and the men hurriedly pulled Mada and fled with the boat.

()

Sogou