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About a five-minute walk north from Inada Tsui Park in Kamio City, Chitama Prefecture, you can see the motel where Nanxiao and Kirisu Mato are staying. In the fog and rain, the lights in their room were never turned off.

It was already past two o'clock in the evening.

A limousine quietly drove into the hotel parking lot.

A black-clad bodyguard with muscles so strong that he almost ripped his suit got out of the car and went around the back to open the door.

The door opened, and a high-end briefcase popped out first, followed by high-end leather shoes. The upper is spotlessly polished, and it pairs perfectly with handcrafted suit trousers. However, its owner did not hesitate to step into the mud and did not care very much.

The one who got out of the car was a middle-aged man, looking and dressing, like a standard bank executive or a mid-level bureaucrat. He is about 50 years old, with large bags under his eyes, slight baldness of the brain, and a small belly. He hurriedly looked around and asked the bodyguard, "Is this here?" ”

The bodyguard bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "That's right, I have repeatedly confirmed with the Metropolitan Police Department that the person is inside, and the information such as the house number is very clear, and it will definitely not be wrong." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, hugged his briefcase tightly, and walked towards the hotel.

The black-clothed bodyguard held up an umbrella and respectfully followed all the way.

At this moment, Nan Xiao was chatting with Teacher Zhendong.

"Why did those people suddenly rush into your room and kidnap you and anesthetize you?"

"I ...... I don't know why. But it may have something to do with the fact that I received a package. ”

"Package?"

Nan Xiao thought to herself that if you received a package, why would someone come to kidnap you. But looking at Mr. Zhendong's solemn face, it doesn't seem like a joke. He thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "What's in that package...... Important? ”

"Well, it's important to me, but it's supposed to be worthless to everyone else."

It's like playing a pantomime. But Nan Xiao thought about it for a while, and understood what Kirissu Madong meant: "Inside is something very private to you, such as a diary?" ”

Kirisu said, "It's a videotape, and 'I' sent it to me. ”

For a moment, Nan Xiao thought that his Japanese had regressed. He thought about it for a moment, convinced that he had heard it right, but what did it mean exactly?

"You listen to me," said Kirisu Mato, "and here's the thing. ”

In fact, it can be explained in one sentence, that tape was sent by Kirisu Mato. The sender is using a fake name and the recipient is her. The delivery address was a completely unfamiliar place, and she couldn't remember living there. I checked it on the Internet, and it was an old residential area on the outskirts of Tokyo.

"I definitely wrote it myself, and I recognize my own handwriting." Teacher Madong said with certainty.

She went on to describe the package. It was a very old parcel with layers of forwarding labels on it. The first courier company even went bankrupt and sold its entirety to the current company.

This parcel has been returned n times and redelivered n times, because the sender can no longer be found, and there is no way to return it to the original owner, so it has been staying in the warehouse of the express company. After a while, it will be turned out and re-delivered.

Finally one day, a courier happened to receive this business, it happened that her husband opened a restaurant near the Japanese language school, it happened that she brought the parcel that could not be delivered back to the restaurant that day, it happened that when she complained to her husband, Kirisu Mado happened to be eating there, and it happened that she put the parcel on the table casually, and put it in front of Mr. Mato.

At that time, Kirisu Mado saw at a glance that the recipient was himself, and he was very surprised. Then she recognized the handwriting on the packet. It's very young, but it's really written by yourself.

Gotta get this packet!

After some hard work, the courier finally agreed to give her the parcel. Anyway, this parcel can't be sent out at all, and it doesn't seem to be a bad thing that someone is willing to sign for it.

What's inside? She took the parcel and hurried home, nervously opening it.

It's a VHS tape, it's old. Even the labels are yellowed.

How can I see what's on the tape?

She inquired at the electronics store, and the clerk shook his head when he saw the tape, saying that it had been a long, long time since they had sold a machine capable of playing VHS tapes. After all, who still watches videotapes now? He suggested that Kirisu buy a second-hand video recorder online. There are a lot of die-hard fans of the videotapes, exchanging machines and film sources with each other, and the second-hand market is very active.

"I'm not very good at online shopping, and I don't have those accounts, so it seems complicated...... I posted a picture of that tape on the 2ch and asked where I could buy a machine that could play it. Then someone replied to the post, saying that there happened to be an idle one at home that could be sold to me cheaply. I was very grateful to him, so I exchanged contact information privately and also left an address. ”

"And then five big men suddenly came to the door?"

Kirisu Madon nodded, revealing a little fear: "There is only one person who comes to ring the doorbell, it is a young man, and he looks like a courier company." I didn't think much about it before I opened the door.

Suddenly, several people rushed in from the side and pressed a wet towel to my face. ”

Damn, it sounds like the plot of the film, and the first half is played like this.

Just as I was thinking a little crooked, suddenly there was a ding-dong and someone rang the doorbell.

Nan Xiao immediately turned his head sideways and listened to the movement outside. There are two breathing sounds, one that sounds strong and the other that is much more flar. He sniffed, and the smell wafting through the crack in the door was complicated. There are men's cologne and hair wax smells, but also gun oil and gunpowder smells.

At least one person had a gun, most likely the strong one.

Well...... What's going on?

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he thought it might be a negotiation. If it's a surprise attack, there's no need to send a well-dressed guy over to die.

Kirishu Madong didn't dare to speak, and looked at Nan Xiao nervously.

Nan Xiao smiled and comforted Teacher Zhendong: "Wrap it up on me," he patted his chest, "Don't worry, it's just a small scene for me." ”

Opening the door, the middle-aged bureaucrat who had just gotten out of the car was standing outside, with a strong black-clad bodyguard behind him.

Nan Xiao looked at these two people and said, "Are the people who come to collect money from NHK so big now, and they still bring bodyguards?" We don't have a TV at home. The function of watching TV on the mobile phone has long been uninstalled. I drive a motorcycle, and I don't have that kind of navigation in the car to watch TV. ”

The middle-aged bureaucrat smiled: "I am"

"You want to say you're not NHK, are you? Of course not, you're an outsourced subsidiary under NHK that specializes in door-to-door collection, right? You don't have to do this in front of me. Is it in the briefcase that NHK's broadcasting regulations? You're going to take it out again and tell me that I'm obligated to pay, right? I tell you, how can you use NHK's own regulations to bind me? That's not the law, can't it control me? Okay, okay, where did you come from, go back, you're looking for the wrong person. ”

Without waiting for the middle-aged bureaucrat to continue, with a bang, Nan Xiao closed the door.

The middle-aged bureaucrat looked at the house number suspiciously, and asked the black-clothed bodyguard: "Are you sure it's here?" I said, it can't be a mistake, right? ”

The black-clothed bodyguard bowed: "Hai! It's definitely here, and it's the man. He killed a whole dozen of us, and it's very dangerous, so please be careful. ”

Beads of sweat on the brains of middle-aged bureaucrats are popping up again. He cursed in a low voice, wiped it with his handkerchief, and rang the doorbell again.

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