Compare the situation between Holsey and her family.
Zhang Jing doesn't want to be too happy, he can basically do everything according to his heart.
Not knowing what Zhang Jing was thinking, Holsey asked with concern, "Where have you been since you disappeared?"
"Treasure hunting, and occasionally visiting nightclubs."
He hasn't been to nightclubs recently. Zhang Jing is reminding Holsey that he is a scumbag and not to have exclusive thoughts.
When it comes to treasure hunting, Holsey thinks of an email he once saw in his mother's mailbox, "There is a primeval forest at the foot of Mount Fuji, and people commit suicide in it all year round;
It may seem like nothing on the surface, but some believe it is a supernatural phenomenon. "
Hamabe Satomi, the civilian soldier who fried chicken, also said the same thing, and had previously suspected it to be the third form.
Like humans, the third form is a product of natural evolution.
It’s just that it takes longer and there are fewer of them.
After staying in Rotterdam for two days, and accompanying Holsey enough, Zhang Jing flew to Fried Chicken-Tokyo.
Go to the supermarket directly after landing and prepare a 60-liter backpack, buy some food, water, raincoat, tarpaulin, hiking poles, lighter, hiking boots, etc. to bring with you.
These things are available in the mithril space, and they are only purchased to hide them from others.
In front of the supermarket, I ordered Uber on my mobile phone and took a taxi to the suicide resort.
The taxi arrived soon. The driver was a man in his seventies, with silver hair and a thin body.
Wearing a black suit and black leather shoes, he opened the door for Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing smiled and sat in the back row.
After confirming that the guests were seated, the uncle gently closed the car door from behind.
Then he walked around to the front of the car to check that there were no safety hazards before getting in the car.
Looks pretty solid.
As the car started and left the supermarket entrance, the uncle tried to communicate with Zhang Jing in fried chicken language.
Zhang Jing naturally didn't understand. From his body language, he could probably tell that he was trying to persuade him to live a good life.
Just thinking it was a windfall, Zhang Jing closed his eyes and rested quietly to relieve the fatigue of flying.
After driving for about forty minutes, the taxi stopped outside a greenhouse in the countryside.
The silver-haired driver signaled Zhang Jing to get off.
Not worried about being robbed, Zhang Jing complied.
Then a young man wearing glasses walked out of the greenhouse. He looked to be in his early twenties and had many pimples on his face.
The driver explained to the young man in fried chicken language. The young man nodded frequently and then looked at Zhang Jing.
"Brother," the young man introduced himself to Zhang Jing, "I'm from the Northeast and I work here. My uncle said you plan to go to the Suicide Forest."
Zhang Jing nodded, "I'm going on a trip, don't think too much about it."
"Brother," the young man tried hard to explain, "it's not fun over there, and there's a high chance of encountering horrific corpses;
I recommend you to go to Shinjuku area, there are many beautiful girls there who will make you feel relaxed. "
While talking, the young man took out about 20,000 yuan for fried chicken from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing: "..."
Seeing that the compatriots in front of him were indifferent, the young man thought that Zhang Jing insisted on dying, and continued to persuade: "Many troubles in this society are caused by comparison;
When people don’t have enough to eat, they only have one dream, just to eat enough;
If you must compare, compare your looks with Dad Ma and your youth with Liu Hua;
If you encounter an opponent that you can't defeat, take good care of your body and survive longer than your opponent, so please don't go to the Suicide Forest."
Zhang Jing's expression was dark, "Did you want me to say you were full?"
"That's not what I meant," the young man shook his head repeatedly, "I meant that the suicide forest is not fun."
Zhang Jing thanked his compatriots for worrying about his own safety, turned around and got into the taxi, urging the uncle to leave quickly.
As a result, Nimei, the uncle really sent him to the red light district of Shinjuku.
The car stopped in front of a shop with two two-dimensional girls in black stockings.
What a nice view!
After paying the old man's fare, Zhang Jing took another taxi and arrived at 7 p.m.
We came to a B&B on the outskirts of the Suicide Forest.
Generally speaking, Zhang Jing is very stubborn, but he will not cause trouble for himself out of thin air. There is no need to go into the forest at night.
The wind blew the trees swaying, and amidst the calls of night owls, Zhang Jing met the owner of the B&B.
A haggard, hunched old woman in her seventies or eighties, she owns the wooden Japanese-style building in front of her that is at least half a century old.
The small building is two stories high and about seven or eight meters wide in front.
Because of the language barrier, the old woman waved to Zhang Jing to follow her into the house.
There is no yard. The house is next to a gravel road, with a rushing creek behind it.
Coupled with the darkness, the environment is a bit...cool?
Believing that all beings are equal under the gun, Zhang Jing followed the old woman's footsteps, stepped on the steps, passed through the corridor, and entered the interior of the two-story wooden house.
Classic Japanese style, clean and tidy, but everything looks old.
Passing through the front hall, in the back half of the wooden building, there is a small room about 12 or 13 square meters.
It was clearly visible under the orange light. There was no TV or other electrical appliances in the small room, only tumbled rice, a low table, and two neatly folded light gray quilts.
Fortunately, the quilt is not white, otherwise it would look weird when paired with such an old house.
After thanking the woman, Zhang Jing closed the sliding door from inside the room.
About ten minutes later, the old woman knocked on the door and delivered a piece of sushi wrapped in seaweed and a bottle of water.
Zhang Jing would not eat the food.
Bottled water seems fine, and Zhang Jing doesn’t know how to drink it.
This is not a villain's heart, because he is a bad person, and bad people know bad people, and they can use any means.
Eat what you brought, sacrifice your internal organs and turn off the light to sleep.
Sleeping with Smarties and Black Beans.
You may have mental illness, and you will suffer from insomnia if you don’t sleep with your pet.
Of course, women would be better and sleep more soundly, but it’s a pity that their girlfriends are not around.
Meng District Ma has several private jets, but it is rumored that his sleeping place is very simple. The reason is probably similar.
At a little after midnight, Zhang Jing was woken up by a smart bean licking his face, and he could see someone outside the wooden sliding door.
a woman.
The woman carries a short straight blade, a samurai sword. .z.
What is certain is that she is not Hamabe Mio, and her equipment is different.
Thinking quickly in his mind, Zhang Jing took the pet into the mithril space.
At the same time, the wooden sliding door was opened little by little from the outside, and the woman walked in with a samurai sword, approaching the tatami little by little.
When he came, he raised his knife and stabbed the quilt.
With a bang, the tip of the knife penetrated the quilt and stuck on the wooden board. It was too late to realize that something was wrong.
A stream of unknown liquid sprayed solidly on his face.
"ah!"
The killer lost all resistance in a second, dropped the katana in his hand, and squatted down with his face in his arms.
The devil is no joke. Even though his face was covered, it was even more uncomfortable when his eyes were sprayed.
Turn on the orange light to see who's coming.
A woman with short hair, about forty years old, less than 1.6 meters tall.
No facial features could be seen. At this moment, the woman was holding her face in pain and screaming heartbreakingly.
Finding a piece of parachute rope from his backpack, Zhang Jing tied the hands and legs of Sharkshou, who had lost all resistance, behind his back.
I learned the tying technique from Edjia, but I am not very proficient in it because I have done so little tying.
Edjia is Zhang Jing's diving instructor, with tough features, sharp eyes, and a naturally fierce expression. He is Yunique's bodyguard and Mike's former team leader.
Good at driving, shooting, and - bundling.
Because the attacker's eyes were in unbearable pain and were tightly closed, Zhang Jingxin fetched a bottle of mineral water and poured it over her head.
Simply subdue the enemy.
The kind-hearted Zhang Jing then thought of the B&B owner and found the old woman in the room on the second floor who was just stunned. He breathed a sigh of relief.
if because of him
It would be very sad to kill an innocent person due to his existence.
However, being kind-hearted does not mean that Zhang Jing is easy to bully.
"The third update is here, thank you for your generous reward and support, a lot of love."
