After taking the tram for a few stops, Zhong Yue followed the navigation and entered an indescribable street.

In Japan, although the red light industry has been officially banned 20 years ago, there are many places where there is still a special industrial chain with clever names, but these places are forbidden for tourists to take pictures, otherwise there will be a big brother of the green dragon and the white tiger on the left to invite you to tea.

Each specialty "restaurant" has a shop door open to the street, and young and beautiful girls sit inside. Under the light, these girls dressed up and made up to the extreme, like a seductive dish, are waiting for customers to choose.

Sitting upright next to him, Obasang wavels to you warmly whenever a male customer walks by. Zhong Yue, a Chinese tourist who has "never seen the world", has also become the target of their recruitment, of course, there will be no solicitation on the street, everything is voluntary.

Of course, Zhong Yue's destination was not here, and he walked towards the front without stopping. When Alice Tam, who followed behind, walked into this street, she was inevitably a little ashamed of herself.

Their...... How can it be...... Such a big ...... Alice Tam looked down at her unstable chest, sighed, raised her head a little sadly, looked for Zhong Yue's back, and then hurriedly followed. This place really makes people blush and heartbeat, whether it is a man or a woman, they also blush when they come, because they are ashamed of their appearance......

Zhong Yue looked at the blue arrow on the navigation, stopped, and looked up at the signboard above, the next hot spring.

It's here.

The invitation letter given to him by Eguchi Shigeike was not written that so-and-so invited whom, but a number plate engraved with "Named Hot Springs". Zhong Yue didn't understand why he came to invite him to the hot spring, but Zhong Yue believed that this product was not just trying to get close to himself, it must have a purpose.

In fact, most of the soup baths are separated from men and women, not like in the hearts of the Chinese people, the Yamato national bathhouse is all men, women and children, and everyone washes together "frankly". Of course, there are such bathhouses, but they are not easy to find......

It is said to be a hot spring, but it is actually a bathhouse, after all, Zhong Yue has not found any information about the "next hot spring" on the Internet, which means that it is not a place worth visiting.

Zhong Yue lifted the bamboo curtain, and the cashier was a middle-aged woman. Zhong Yue went over silently and put the wooden card on the table, if the woman opened it was a bunch of Japanese questions, Zhong Yue was going to turn around and leave.

The woman stood up, shouted inside, and bowed to Zhong Yue again.

“？”

Zhong Yue politely bowed back.

"Hello, hello. ”

"Hello. Zhong Yue looked at the bathhouse uncle.

"Here, come here. ”

Zhong Yue followed and walked in to the right. The traditional Chinese character "men's soup" on one side seems to represent men entering here, not the kind of big guys who wash together as imagined......

Uncle Bathhouse greets customers passing by from time to time and takes Zhong Yue to the dressing room.

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, and they all came in, but it could only be one word - take off.

To be honest, for the first meeting, this is such a way of meeting, if you stay in China, you will definitely think that this person is insane.

By the time he came out of the locker room, Zhong Yue had already stripped off, but in this steaming place, it seemed that everyone was like this. The middle-aged uncle looked at Zhong Yue with a cover underneath, giggled, and handed Zhong Yue a bottle of milk.

"Milk bath, is this bottle enough?"

"Drink. ”

“……”

After the shower, the bathhouse uncle took Zhong Yue through the big bathhouse. There are many people lying on their backs, enjoying the stimulation and relaxation of the hot water.

"Mr. Furuyama is waiting for you inside. ”

"Thank you. ”

Zhong Yue lifted the curtain and saw a small two-meter-square bathhouse, this kind of bath, if it was in China a few decades ago, it was still relatively popular, but in this era, except for some high-end clubs, most Chinese people will feel that bathing with others is an embarrassing and unhygienic thing.

Zhong Yue saw his back leaning against the tile.

The blue-red tattoos, like dragons, crawled all over the body, from the neck to the arm resting on the tiles.

it!

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had entered the wrong place, and was about to turn around and leave.

The tattoo on this is definitely not the kind of little shrimp that street gangsters, Zhong Yue can see that the exquisiteness of this tattoo can be compared to a beautiful work of art.

Wow.

Just as Zhong Yue walked to the bamboo curtain and was about to leave, he heard the sound of water being stirred.

"The Chinese calligraphers are still so cowardly, imprisoned by endless laws and brushwork, and don't appear in Japan anymore if they get out. ”

Zhong Yue's hand holding the curtain was lowered, because the person behind him was speaking Chinese, because he mentioned calligraphy, which proved that he had not entered the wrong room.

Zhong Yue put the towel on his shoulder, calmly took a sip of milk, turned around and said with a smile: "Why doesn't Mr. Gushan go to the big bathhouse to wash?"

"People with tattoos like me are not allowed to take a bath in a public bathhouse, what's wrong? Huaxia boy, aren't you going to leave?"

"Why, then, are people with such tattoos not allowed in public baths?"

"Hehe, I wash in the bathhouse, do others dare to wash it?"

Zhong Yue stepped into the bathhouse, and the water temperature began to be a little hot, but it was okay to get used to it, "Then why does President Furuyama think that I didn't leave because I was disgusted by the tattoos on your body?"

The old man glanced at his arm, "Oh, hehe, I was rude." ”

Zhong Yue's neck was pillowed on the tile, "I am a country of Chinese etiquette, and your first meeting was arranged in the bathhouse, and it is not very friendly, on the contrary, it is indeed very rude." This cowardly Chinese boy made Zhong Yue very unhappy to hear, it has been fifty years, and it sounds like he is shouting the sick man of East Asia.

"The person who can write a rice wine post is really extraordinary. ”

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and recuperated, his guess was really good, it was because of the rice wine post, not other factors, "I'm really sorry." This clumsy work of mine is really written with the worthless law and penmanship in the mouth of President Furuyama, which makes you laugh. ”

The bathhouse was filled with water vapor. Zhong Yue also fought back mercilessly. I thought I was walking through the place, but I was afraid of provoking the big guy on the road, so I slipped away in disgrace, since I was engaged in calligraphy, and you invited me to come, then you dragged it like 2580000, with whom?

I came here to see your face?

That's an unpleasant answer. ”