About 150 kilometers east of Kyoto is Nagoya. Then turn back to the north and you will be the destination of Du Weiguo's trip, Ogao Mountain.
At the entrance of Kiyomizu Temple, the woman wolfed down two cold rice balls, drank up the bone soup in one gulp, stuck out her tongue, and licked the wooden bowl clean.
Seemingly feeling a little unfinished, the woman smacked her lips and turned to look in the direction of the ramen shop with greedy eyes.
However, after hesitating for a moment, he finally put away the wooden bowl in frustration, picked up the pole, and walked eastward towards the exit of the city.
Although this woman may look skinny, she is very strong. With two children on her shoulders, her steps are still flying.
The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was still young and inexperienced in worldly affairs. He probably just had some suspicions and followed him in a daze just because of his bravery.
He probably didn't know how to handle such a situation, didn't dare to confront it, and didn't even know how to call the police.
Besides, it was still early and the patrolmen on the street had not yet gone to work, so he just followed the woman stupidly.
They were going the same way, and Du Weiguo hadn't taken a walk for a long time, so he simply abandoned the car and walked, hanging on the reckless young man from a distance.
Needless to say, before the official rise of China, Japan was Asia's number one infrastructure madman, and its roads were well built.
The road between Kyoto and Nagoya is not only flat and wide, but also has dedicated paths for pedestrians and bicycles on both sides, as well as complete drainage canals, attracting a large number of travelers.
At this moment, there was still a steady drizzle of rain in the sky, it was foggy and a bit chilly.
Du Weiguo was wearing a black Barbour oil-waxed leather hooded rainproof jacket today, which he got randomly at a shopping mall in Kunigami County.
At this moment, he pulled up his waterproof hat, held his pockets with both hands, and held a cigarette in his mouth. He took one step at a time, looking left and right, like a blind wanderer.
Along the highway, there are stalls selling specialty products every other section. The road economy has become popular in Japan as early as today.
Most of these stalls sell soups, fruits, vegetables, and local snacks. Du Weiguo will buy some at will if he meets someone he likes.
Needless to say, this shriveled Japanese girl was gifted with extraordinary talents and amazing physical strength. After leaving Kyoto, she had two children on her shoulders.
I actually walked for three hours at a stretch, about 30 miles, before finally stopping in front of a stall selling oden.
The woman took off the pole, placed the bamboo basket under a dense camphor tree that protected the rain, stretched it slightly, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Then he took out the wooden bowl and walked quickly to the stall. With a shy face and a flattering smile, he asked the boss for hot soup.
At this moment, the two children in the bamboo basket had their lips turned blue from the cold, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably. However, they were still drowsy, and they were obviously drugged.
The oden owner was also kind-hearted. He filled the woman's bowl with hot soup without saying anything, and even scooped out a few pieces of radish for her.
Naturally, the woman thanked him profusely, nodded and bowed, returned to the tree with the wooden bowl in hand, and sat down on the wet mud.
As if by magic, he took out a few cold rice balls from nowhere, drank the hot soup, and started to gnaw them.
About two hundred meters away from the stall, in a dense bush, a tiger-headed boy was squatting behind the bushes.
The young man was wearing thin clothes and was soaked from head to toe. He was shivering from the cold and his fingers were blue and white. However, he still stared at the woman stubbornly, his eyes burning and firm.
All successful people always have excellent qualities of one kind or another, but tenacity is the common trait.
Perseverance may sound commonplace, but in fact, it is easier said than done, especially those painful but beneficial things. It is extremely difficult to persevere for many years.
It is true that it is difficult to have a noble son from a poor family. Under the background of solidified classes, the ladder to heaven has long been cut off, and it is extremely difficult to cross the class.
But even so, there are always heroes in the world who can stand out and leap over the dragon's gate, counting these lucky ones, except for the vision of opportunity.
Perseverance is definitely a must-have experience and quality. On the contrary, it will definitely be useless to just lie down and let the pie fall from the sky.
Perseverance is mostly in vain, but if you don't persist, there won't even be a glimmer of hope. Alas, the reality is so hopeless.
Hey, let’s go a little further and get back to the present moment.
The slightly reckless and passionate young man in front of him has a persevering quality. As long as he doesn't die prematurely, he will definitely achieve something in the future.
Moreover, he was quite smart and kept a sufficient distance from the woman. The woman kept her head buried in walking and really didn't notice him.
At this moment, the young man's shoulder was suddenly lightly tapped from behind. He was startled, his spines stood up, and he quickly turned his head to look.
In the hazy drizzle, standing in front of him was a tall, handsome man who looked like a god descending to earth.
This man's eyes were as bright as stars, and like a bottomless pool. It felt like he could look straight into his soul.
At this moment, the man's warm hands were resting on his shoulders with a smile on his face. In his other hand, he was holding a fragrant oil paper bag.
Even though the oil-paper bag was not opened, the boy knew what was inside. It was the takoyaki sold at the previous stall.
The boy is from Kyoto, and Kyoto is not close to the sea. Takoyaki is a relatively rare snack, and the price is not cheap. His family is not well-off, and he has only eaten it a few times in his life.
Just now, he was attracted by the scent and stopped for a long time, drooling all over the floor. He was cold and hungry, and almost gave up and continued to follow and went home.
The young man's throat twitched and he swallowed. He looked away from the oil paper bag with difficulty and asked stammeringly:
"First, sir, what do you want?"
Du Weiguo's expression was kind and his voice was gentle: "What's your name? Where are you from?"
To this day, Du Weiguo's aura has been developed. Although he is gentle, he still has a breathtaking coercion in his movements.
The young man was caught, his mind went blank, as if he was hypnotized, and he replied honestly:
"I, my name is Takizawa Kenji, I am from Kyoto."
Takizawa Kenji speaks with an authentic Kyoto accent. Fortunately, the dialogue is relatively simple, and Du Weiguo is still competent.
He nodded with a smile and handed the oil paper bag to Takizawa Kenji with a slightly teasing tone:
"Takizawa Kenji, that's a good name, but you're just following her, aren't you afraid that you'll get lost and not be able to get home?"
Du Weiguo pointed in the direction of the woman. Takizawa Kenji took the oil paper bag in a daze and replied subconsciously:
"You won't get lost. My grandpa lives in Koga Ninja Village. I have walked this road many times before."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo smiled and asked with interest: "Koga Ninja Village? Is your grandpa a ninja?"
Takizawa Kenji blushed, shook his head, and said in a shy tone:
"No, no, my grandpa is just a cook, but he, he is the strongest cook in the Koga Ninja Village."
ha! This little guy has quite a strong sense of self-esteem. What does he mean by a chef? The strongest one is the cook, right?
Du Weiguo was amused by him and laughed out loud:
"Haha, okay, so, Jian'er, are you going to follow her like this?"
Takizawa Kenji finally reacted at this moment, his eyes flashed with excitement, he lowered his voice and said in an excited tone:
"I understand, sir, you are a secret police detective. You are also following this suspicious aunt and want to catch her and her accomplices, right?"
This paragraph was a bit long. Du Weiguo, who was listening and guessing, probably understood what he meant and nodded noncommittally:
"Well, that's right, Jian'er, I will be responsible for the next thing. You should go home quickly."
"Oh, oh, okay, thank you for the takoyaki, Mr. Detective~"
Takizawa Kenji's face turned red, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He was about to turn around and leave, but he seemed to suddenly think of something.
He stopped suddenly, turned his head again, frowned, and stared at Du Weiguo, hesitating to speak.
Du Weiguo had a good impression of this child with a sense of justice. He raised his eyebrows and asked softly with interest:
"Jianji, what's wrong?"
Takizawa Kenji's expression was twisted, he bit his lip nervously, and asked cautiously:
"Well, um, Mr. Detective, can you show me your ID?"
Good guy!
He actually suspected my identity. Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was a little surprised. Why did this reckless child suddenly become smarter?
The smile on Du Weiguo's face became even wider, and he couldn't help but become playful. He took out the CIA certificate from his arms, waved it in front of Takizawa Kenji's eyes, pointed to the woman not far away, and deliberately lowered his voice and said:
"Jian'er, I'm from the Citi CIA. She kidnapped an American descendant. I've been keeping an eye on her for a long time. I will bring her to justice, so please go home quickly."
Such a long paragraph exhausted Du Weiguo's Japanese reserves. After finishing speaking, he secretly breathed out a sigh of relief.
However, this certificate is genuine. Du Weiguo picked it up casually in Daxi City before. In addition to the Green Berets, there were also several members of the CIA operation team who surrounded him.
Among them, there is a mixed-race person who looks somewhat similar to Du Weiguo. According to the current photography technology, if you don't look carefully, you can fish in troubled waters.
"Citi CIA?"
Upon hearing this, Takizawa Kenji's thick eyebrows immediately wrinkled, his immature face also showed an extremely tangled look, and his eyes gradually became cold and serious.
He stuffed the oil paper bag back into Du Weiguo's hand and turned his head away, as if he was being naughty and refused to communicate.
Du Weiguo was surprised again: "Jian'er, what's wrong? Why don't you go home quickly?"
Takizawa Kenji's face was sullen, his tone was cold and righteous:
"Why should I obey the orders of the Citizen people? This is Japan, not Citigroup. You don't need to interfere in the affairs of us Japanese people!"
Hooray, Du Weiguo was stunned. Damn, the young master actually went offline.
In the current situation where the young generation in Japan generally hates beauty, it is extremely rare that this little guy in front of me actually has the backbone to hate beauty.
Du Weiguo was not angry, but still smiled and asked, "What? Jian'er, has your family been harmed by Citizen people?"
"Hmph~"
Takizawa Kenji snorted coldly and did not answer the question. Instead, he turned away with a cold face and stopped looking at him.
In fact, Takizawa Kenji is not only unfriendly, but also hates Citigroup extremely. His grandfather died on the battlefield in Okinawa, and his father died at the Zamami Army Base. The hatred is as deep as the sea.
This kid was quite stubborn. Du Weiguo frowned, but he still had the patience to explain:
"Jianer, you have to know that there are good people and bad people everywhere. You can't generalize. What I'm doing now is a good thing. Besides, I'm not a Citigroup person."
Upon hearing this, the stubborn young man's face became a little brighter, but his voice was still full of dissatisfaction:
"If that's the case, then why are you still working for the Citizen people?"
Du Weiguo put his hand on his shoulder, put the oil paper bag in his arms, and said in a somewhat sad tone:
"There are some things that you simply can't choose. With this identity, it can at least make it easier for me to do good things."
After a pause, Du Weiguo roughly organized his words and said in a deep voice:
"Jianer, remember, power itself is just a kind of power, which can be good or bad. Good and evil come from the heart. One thought can make you a Buddha, and one thought can make you a devil."
Just when Takizawa Kenji was about to speak, Du Weiguo was really at a loss for words and didn't want to say any more. He pressed his big hand on his shoulder and used a little force, and half of his body suddenly went numb.
Du Weiguo said calmly:
"Be obedient, Jian'er, and go home quickly. When you grow up and have enough ability, you can do the good things you can."
After saying these words, Du Weiguo hurriedly lifted his legs and left. Looking at his tall and straight back gradually receding, Takizawa Kenji couldn't help but be fascinated by what he had just said.
Twenty years later, Takizawa Kenji, who has become the boss of the Metropolitan Police Department with his iron fist, always has a picture of a man's back hanging in his study.
Whenever someone asked about this picture, Takizawa Kenji always kept it secret and only said that it was one of his teachers. However, these are things for later, so I will not talk about it for the time being.
At this moment, the wizened woman had finished eating the rice balls and had enough rest, so she picked up the pole and set off again.
Not far ahead, there was a market in sight. Du Weiguo's patience was almost exhausted and he was ready to end this boring game.
In fact, as early as at Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto City, Du Weiguo was ready to kill this bitch and solve this problem.
As long as this wizened woman dies suddenly on the street, she will be noticed and the police will be attracted, and the two children will naturally be rescued.
Simple, crude and effective!
To be honest, Du Weiguo's anger is becoming increasingly difficult to control, he is also increasingly impatient, indifferent to life, and wants to take people's lives at every turn.
There is nothing that can be done about it. In just over a year after leaving the country, more than a thousand lives have been taken. Recently, they have been killing people like mowing grass, with so much violence!
About 20 kilometers east of Kyoto, close to the Sumida River, there is a place called Matsuno Town. When we walked here, it was almost noon, and the light rain had just stopped.
Today happens to be the market day in Matsuno Town. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and the sound of hawking is endless. It is very lively.
Du Weiguo held a small pebble he picked up from the roadside in his hand, and with hawk-like eyes, he stared coldly at the woman squatting on the roadside to rest.
Just when he was about to kill her, Du Weiguo suddenly frowned and stopped his movements again. At this moment, two skinny and miserable men were mixed in the crowd and slowly approached the woman.
The next moment, the two men each picked up a bamboo basket and followed the woman into a dark alley. It was obvious that they were her accomplices.
"Tsk~"
Sure enough, it was still a special gang committing the crime. Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly, smacked his lips, and sighed secretly.
The world is as dark as crows, and these gangs of kidnappers who deserve to be punished by a thousand cuts are basically a group of beasts who do not tolerate evil.
These bastards usually commit crimes in gangs and work together in a division of labor. Some are responsible for kidnapping, some are responsible for transporting, and some are responsible for selling.
These guys are like weeds. If we don't trace them back to their source, kill them all at the root, and catch them all in one go, they will soon reappear.
Du Weiguo is now walking a tightrope with a lawsuit on his head. He is in danger and really doesn't want to deal with this mess.
However, now that they have met, Du Weiguo cannot let this group of scum go unpunished no matter what, and as for counting on the local police in Matsunomachi.
Uh, don't make such a fuss. A mere township police station, even if it doesn't collude with these bastards, has no ability to solve crimes at all and can easily be wiped out by the anti-murder group.
Besides, what is Du Weiguo’s identity? He’s an internationally wanted criminal. Citizen people are going crazy looking for him, so why bother calling the police?
To the east of Matsunomachi, there is a small pier on the embankment of the Sumida River. Around 1 p.m., a few skinny men carrying poles and two middle-aged women filed onto an old iron ferry.
After a few people got on board, thick smoke billowed out from the back of the ferry, and it sailed upstream slowly toward the north.
On the roof of the ferry, Du Weiguo was lying on his back comfortably, resting his arm on his pillow, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and crossing one of his legs. He was extremely comfortable.
Du Weiguo took out the map, glanced at it briefly, quickly locked his current position, and whispered to himself:
"That's good. We're heading north. We're on the same road as me. Then we'll take a ride on a smooth sailing boat and do some heroic deeds! Let's get rid of these bastards first, and then we'll sacrifice the flag before killing the gods."
After finishing speaking, Du Weiguo put away the map, pulled up his rain hat, found a relatively comfortable position, and slowly closed his eyes.
At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Du Weiguo, who had just slept for a while, was woken up by a deafening roar.
Beneath her, several men in the cabin and the two wizened middle-aged women were holding an unobstructed meeting without any shame.
"Damn it! These stupid sons of bitches are really hungry!"
Du Weiguo frowned in boredom, with a flash of anger in his eyes. He stood up, jumped down from the roof, and landed on the deck in front of the cab with a thud.
The man driving the boat was a short, fat, bald and wretched old man. When he saw Du Weiguo falling from the sky, he was frightened. Just as he was about to shout, a big hand grabbed his throat.
Click, there was a crisp sound, and his neck was violently broken by Du Weiguo. He grew a lot and reached the peak of his life.
Du Weiguo threw him aside, controlled the steering wheel, drove the ferry toward the river, and then turned off the motor.
The ferry stopped slowly, and a skinny, sweaty man came out of the back cabin, cursing:
"What's the matter with stopping the ship?"
This guy spoke so fast and urgently, with a strong Kyushu accent, that Du Weiguo didn't understand him at all.
Not being able to understand and not delaying the communication, Du Weiguo raised his big foot without saying a word and kicked him hard in the crotch, causing the guy's little bean sprouts to shrink in. (End of chapter)
