This person is none other than Hideyuki Funakoshi, who had just parted ways.
Funakoshi Hideyuki's clothes were torn, his face was covered with gunpowder smoke, and one of his spectacle lenses was broken. It was stuck with medical tape, but it could barely hold on.
"Funakoshi-kun!"
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty exchanged a look, quickly adjusted their expressions, and walked in front of Funakoshi Hideyuki one after another.
"Ah! Hanyu-kun, Ijuin-kun...it's you!"
When Funakoshi Hideyuki saw the two of them, he had mixed emotions on their faces, as if he were seeing long-lost relatives.
Ma Xiaoguang asked with concern: "What's wrong with Funakoshi-kun?"
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
When Funakoshi Hideyuki saw Ma Xiaoguang, he couldn't hold himself any longer and threw himself into his arms and started to cry.
The fat man stood next to him, his face covered with black lines, looking at Ma Xiaoguang and feeling dumbfounded.
Funakoshi Hideyuki cried for a while, but Ma Xiaoguang stopped him from speaking at the right time.
"Funakoshi-kun, cheer up! It's God's will for you to live. I want you to do more for everyone and to commemorate those warriors..."
Ma Xiaoguang was shameless and said to Hideyuki Funakoshi in a serious tone.
The fat man turned around and pretended to be on guard - in fact, he couldn't help but want to laugh...
But the fat man couldn't smile, and his smile would have no effect, so he could only turn his head and act as a guard.
Ma Xiaoguang's deception seemed to work well, and Funakoshi Hideyuki's mood gradually stabilized.
"Don't stay in a hotel. It's not safe. Let's do this. My landlord, Mr. Chiba, has a very nice family, and there happens to be a room available. You can come with me..."
Funakoshi Hideyuki had returned to normal. Seeing the two people's tired appearance, he said to them sincerely.
Fatty and Ma Xiaoguang exchanged a look.
"This is so intrusive!"
Ma Xiaoguang said politely.
Funakoshi Hideyuki said resolutely: "No! You two braved artillery fire to report the heroic deeds of the warriors. You are also heroes... You should be treated kindly. Please don't be polite."
Unable to reject the warm hospitality, Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty could only follow Funakoshi Hideyuki through the streets and alleys, and walked northwest for more than 20 minutes before arriving at Qianaili on Shigaota Road.
This is a gathering area for neon expats, and many neon expats live here. The famous writer Mr. Zhou’s neon friend “Uchiyama Wanzao” is located in No. 3 Courtyard, Lane 2, Qianairi.
Walking in Qianaili, many houses have their lights turned off, creating a desolate scene.
"Many people here have left temporarily..."
Funakoshi Hideyuki said to the two of them in a deep voice.
After following Funakoshi Hideyuki for a while, the three of them stopped in front of a small courtyard.
After knocking on the door for a long time, I heard some movement in the yard, and someone came to answer the door.
"Mr. Chiba, it's me, Hideyuki Funakoshi!"
"Is it Funakoshi-kun? Are you still alive?"
A middle-aged man's surprised voice came from inside, with a Kanto accent.
The iron door opened, and a gray-haired man looked at Funakoshi Hideyuki with surprise on his face. However, he was stunned when he saw Ma Xiaoguang and the fat man behind him.
"These are two of my friends, reporters from the newspaper. They are brave people who specialize in battlefield reporting... This is Han Yuliang, and that is Ijuin Hayato..."
Funakoshi Hideyuki turned sideways and quickly introduced Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty to the man.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, please take care of me! We will definitely pay the rent."
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty followed the standard movements of neon people, bowed thirty degrees and spoke sincerely.
"Come in, young man...this damn war..."
Mr. Chiba nodded, his face softened a lot, and he let the three of them into the small courtyard, but he started to mumble.
"The second floor of the house is empty. You can find your own room. The monthly rent for a room is fifteen yen, but you can eat with us for free..."
Mr. Chiba said to the two new residents while bringing the three people into the house.
To be honest, the price is a bit expensive if you rent a house, but it includes food expenses and it seems very conscientious.
However, Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty are now ordinary journalists, so living in this kind of house is quite suitable.
Ma Xiaoguang paid thirty yen in rent, and the settlement was settled.
By this time, it was getting late, and everyone had a rest after chatting for a few more words.
Early the next morning.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty left Qian Airi early on the pretext of going out for interviews.
On North Sichuan Road, there are few pedestrians on the street.
"Master, are we going to find the handler of the neon female spy now? But how can we find it in such a huge crowd? And time waits for no one. This film will be useless after a long time..."
The fat man asked Ma Xiaoguang anxiously.
"Don't you have leather shoes..."
Ma Xiaoguang whispered to the fat man.
"Oh, are you going to go to the shoe store to look for clues?"
"Yes, didn't you see that the woman was wearing neon Gaogang leather shoes? The shoe store happens to be on this road. These special shoes can only be customized. You will know after checking."
"And I took a look. The style of these shoes is this year's new model. They may have just been customized recently. The soles are still new, so it should be easy to check."
Ma Xiaoguang lit up the Hard Gate, then lit up the cigarette, and quietly explained to the fat man.
"Hey, since when did you start researching this?"
"It's not me, it's MISS Liu You Research..."
"Really MISS Liu? Not a female spy?"
The two chatted and laughed in a low voice while casually paying attention to their surroundings - they didn't notice any strange eyes yet.
Soon we arrived at Neon Man’s Gaogang leather shoe store.
"Hello, we are here to customize women's shoes..."
Ma Xiaoguang said directly to the clerk as soon as he entered the door.
It turned out that war had begun, business in the store was bleak, and everyone was busy swatting flies. When the clerk saw that someone came to the door, he naturally welcomed him warmly.
"I'm Tamura Takaya, how can I help you?"
Ma Xiaoguang said with a haughty expression: "I am Nobi Erxiong. We need to customize leather shoes for the young lady at home. The young lady only likes our neon leather shoes... Do you have the latest styles?"
Tamura Takaya greeted enthusiastically: "Of course, there is a picture album here. Do you think what style does your lady need to customize? Why didn't the lady come with you two?"
"There's a war going on outside right now, how could the lady come out? We just have the dimensions here..."
The fat man rolled his eyes and spat angrily.
"Yes, I'm confused... please forgive me!"
"Go get two cups of tea. It's too hot."
Ma Xiaoguang ordered.
Tea was served quickly, and Ma Xiaoguang slowly sipped the iced wheat tea while looking at the album carefully.
Soon a pair of women's high heels of the same style as the female spy from Puji Hospital caught his eye.
