Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 13 A great harvest
  After sending Huang Mao out, Fujiwara Masato lay on the bed and fell asleep. After a busy day today, he was exhausted. In addition, he had to go to work tomorrow, and he had to get up to make breakfast and find a coffee shop to reach. There are bus routes nearby, so it’s not okay to wake up late.

Although the boss said that work starts at 10:30, according to Fujiwara Masato’s experience, just listen to the kind words of the female boss and don’t take them seriously. What the male boss says means what he says, and what the boss’s wife says means what she says. It was most likely that he was going to work at 10:30. Fujiwara Masato thought that he should arrive at the store an hour and a half in advance to prepare.

Therefore, Fujiwara Masato had to go to bed early tonight. After he went to bed, Huang Mao was taking the subway to the busiest urban area of ​​Tokyo after receiving the order.

The bustling areas of Tokyo are basically concentrated in the city center, and these districts are nothing more than Yoneka-cho, Chiyoda, Bunkyo Ward, and Chuo Ward. In several urban areas close to the sea, including the port area, Huang Mao stood in front of the schematic diagram of the subway lines in Adachi District and thought and considered for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about where to go tonight, a conversation between a passing high school couple caught his attention.

"Have you heard? There was another murder in Mika Town in Shinjuku. I heard that two people died this time..."

"Really? No way, this is the first time this month that a death has occurred in Miwa Town."

"I heard that the death this time was..."

Is there another death in Miwa Town? This place sounds dangerous.

Huang Mao thought, he was not afraid of danger, and the more dangerous the place, the more opportunities he would find, so he decided to go to Shinjuku area.

Tokyo is very clean. This was Huang Mao's first impression after walking out of the Shinjuku subway station. There was no dust on the ground, and there were no stains on the buildings and shops on both sides of the street. It looks like someone is cleaning it all the time.

But Huang Mao was a street gangster after all. As he was walking, he subconsciously turned into a side alley. Then the situation was completely different. There were garbage invisible on the street outside, various drink bottles, and crumpled tissue balls. They are all piled up here, and the long-fermented smell of human excrement lingers here, attacking the sense of smell of anyone who wants to enter.

Huang Mao was unmoved. He walked through this small alley, and after he came out, there was so dense a flow of people coming and going on the street that the two lanes were full of people. There were no vehicles driving on it. The street shops were covered with colorful hangings. Advertising signs, all of this quickly made him realize that he had arrived in a special and bustling commercial street in Yoneka Town, and it seemed that it was an area of ​​the city that mainly focused on night activities.

Unlike the rush and rush of Tokyoites during the day, the Japanese people who move here at night are very leisurely, wearing black school uniforms and short skirts, or fashionable coats and stockings, carrying various bags, dragging suitcases, and wearing Japanese girls and girls wearing masks leaned on the flower beds on the street and sat on the steps on the roadside. Then they collectively lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones, as if they were waiting for someone.

Huang Mao discovered that there were many girls waiting for friends on this street. Among them were active high school students, well-dressed white-collar workers, and even young women wearing black short skirts and sexy stockings, ranging from teenagers to thirties. Every time he takes a few steps, he will see a girl waiting on the side of the road. They are three to five meters apart from each other, not too close, but not too far. It can be called three steps. One post, one sentry every five steps.

Men carrying briefcases, wearing suits or casual clothes are leisurely looking around on the street. They take three steps and turn around, stopping from time to time to look at the girls on the street. If they find that the girl's face under the mask matches their own aesthetics, If they look good and are in good shape, these well-dressed Japanese will smile with meaningless expressions.

Correspondingly, when girls on the street find that they are being looked at, they will not be shy or angry. They will only reach out to take off their masks and look at the men.

While looking at each other, if the man has an idea, he will walk towards the girl. The two parties will gather together on the street, lowering their heads and talking. When the matter is settled, they will walk hand in hand to the hotel not far away. , on the contrary, both parties will go their separate ways, the man will continue walking, and the girl will continue to wait for the next "friend".

In addition to the phenomenon of "temporary friends", this street whose name I don't know yet has a lot of girls. There are also many roadside restaurants and some shops with ambiguous signs. There are many men in the former. Groups of people come in and out, and there are usually some girls wearing sexy, cute, and handsome clothes standing in front of the store, or boys waving to passers-by and shouting slogans.

It's a very prosperous place, with feasting and luxury. It seems that as long as you have money, any desire can be satisfied here.

Huang Mao does not have the worldly desires of ordinary men. His level is not high enough to understand this aspect of happiness, and his body does not have corresponding functions yet, so he can calmly walk on the roadside to analyze and find what he wants. message.

This place is very prosperous, but it is very dangerous for people like him. For example, the man in a suit sitting on the flower bed 20 meters away is smoking and looking around. Pedestrians passing by will think that this man is looking at the cold people on the roadside. Only Huang Mao could tell at a glance that this girl was looking at a man as her thighs were exposed in the wind.

This is a colleague. He should be a thug from a Japanese gang. He is patrolling dangerous people. If someone steals or robs on this street where there are no police, this man will stand up and "act bravely." Those who dare to mess around here will be seriously injured.

In addition, the man in a casual coat who was walking across from Huang Mao was not an ordinary person. From Huang Mao's perspective, it was not difficult for him to see that the latter had something wrapped around his waist, either a short knife or a telescopic stick. , both of which are powerful weapons in street fights. In the hands of those who know how to use them, they can maim someone if they hit them, or even kill them with one blow.

Therefore, after walking for a while, Huang Mao walked neatly towards the end of the street. This place was not suitable for him to move. He would not find any money-making opportunities even if he wandered for a long time. It was better to leave early.

After leaving this bustling and abnormal city, Huang Mao followed the flow of people in suits to the commercial street not far next door. There were also girls standing on the street here, but there were not many of them and they were separated from each other. The area is sparse, and there are more restaurants and small steel ball shops here... small steel balls, that is, Pat Ching Ge's shop.

And what is Pa Qingge? To put it simply, it is a gambling machine that uses small steel balls as chips. It is easy to get started and easy to get addicted to.

Different from the restaurant, the Pa Ching Ge shop was unusually noisy. Through the transparent glass walls and doors, Huang Mao could see the row of feet under the cover of the machines. There were people wearing black vests and white shirts outside and inside the shop. Direct seating and maintain order.

In addition, when Huang Mao passed by a Pat Ching Ge shop, there were people rolling around outside the shop door, shouting at the top of their lungs in despair.

"It's over. My life is over. I've lost all 200,000 yen. I have to pay back the debt..."

Huang Mao stood aside and listened for a while, and then he understood why the Japanese said he was finished. The point was not the 200,000 yen he lost, but that there was far more than 200,000 yen behind the 200,000 yen. With his working ability and existing property, it is impossible to repay this usury loan. As for what will happen if the money is not repaid... Look at this man's desperate roar and the avoidance of passers-by around him. , Huang Mao thought to himself, this should be very bad.

While walking, Huang Mao encountered another unexpected incident on the road.

"No, let me go, let me go, help me..." Under the traffic lights at the intersection, a well-dressed woman carrying a designer bag was shouting and struggling. Two strong men The man dragged her towards the van parked on the side of the road.

The Japanese people passing by looked at this scene and were almost indifferent. The older people would leave quickly, and the younger ones would take out their mobile phones to take pictures while walking, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

Huang Mao had no interest in interfering with what was happening, but he didn't know why he was the only one at the scene who stopped to observe. Before being dragged into the van, the woman with heavy makeup brightened up when she saw Huang Mao. In the van Before the car door closed, she reached out to the latter and screamed.

"Help me, little brother, help me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the van was pulled shut, and the people's shouts weakened and faded away as the van drove away. However, although the van drove away, the woman was still dragged behind her. The two men stayed, and they also noticed the woman's last struggle. As the van and the woman drove away, the two walked up to Huang Mao with a slightly arrogant pace, and then looked up and down in the leather jacket in an extremely impolite manner. yellow hair.

"Boy, do you know that woman?" The man with a bald head and a sinewy face said in the Japanese gangster's unique tongue snapping voice. Another thinner man was very skilled in attracting Huang Mao's attention when the former spoke. , stood on the side of the latter, blocking his retreat.

Huang Mao did not answer immediately, but turned his body sideways to face the two of them as much as possible without exposing his back. This action made the bald man raise his eyebrows.

"do not know."

"Brother, I don't really believe it. That woman didn't call anyone before she left. She just pointed at you and shouted for help. And since you don't know her, why did you stop?" the bald man said, and then he stopped. He raised his hand to Huang Mao's shoulder with good intentions.

"Come on, come with us and meet that woman. If she doesn't know you, we will naturally let you go."

The bald hand failed to rest on Huang Mao's shoulder. The latter raised his left hand to block it. He also stretched his right hand towards the lining of the leather jacket and grabbed something. An unpleasant outline emerged from the clothes.

"I do not know her."

The bald man glanced down at Huang Mao's right hand, then raised his head to meet the latter's eyes.

If an ordinary person reaches into his arms, the bald man will only think that he wants to take out a lighter or money. But this man with cold eyes, who dares to look at him without wavering, reaches into his arms, and the bald man will not. There is a misunderstanding... This guy definitely has something in his arms, and it is most likely a pistol.

Japan is a country that prohibits robbery, but if you say that some people involved in gangs cannot obtain thermal weapons, it is too small to allow the country to recognize that the gangs exist as legal groups. Generally speaking, they do not use firearms, but it does not mean that they do not have them. This thing, so the bald man still has a certain understanding and understanding of pistols.

"Let's go." Without saying a word, the bald man retracted his hand and waved to his companions to leave the scene.

"what happened?"

"We have encountered a tough situation. This guy is not an ordinary person. He has a guy in his arms..."

After Huang Mao watched the two people go away, he started on his way again... At this moment, he understood why no passers-by stopped to watch when there was a show to watch. It was very difficult to watch the excitement in Tokyo, Japan. It's easy to make yourself lively.

Huang Mao continued to walk, and as he walked, he saw a man in a suit sleeping on the street where people were coming and going.

In Tokyo, Japan, there are many people sleeping on the streets, and many of them are not so-called street friends, that is, homeless people. Many of the people sleeping are people in suits and ties, and there are men as well as young and gorgeous professional women. They There are many reasons for sleeping on the street, here are just a few of them.

One is that they are so tired after working overtime for so long that they fall asleep on the floor before they can even rush home after work. The other reason is that the work pressure is so high that Japanese white-collar workers love to work after work. Go drinking, get yourself drunk and then drink like crazy on the street, and then when you are tired, you will lie on the ground and fall asleep... There is an unspoken rule in Japan that people can vent their emotions regardless of any rules after drinking, and in the process of venting They should not be condemned.

Because others are drunk and unconscious, they can be forgiven for doing anything that is not of their own free will. Therefore, many Japanese people who are under great pressure from work deliberately expose themselves when they have dinner with their colleagues at restaurants after work. Get drunk, let out the pressure at work through drunkenness, and do things you dare not do in daily life after drinking.

The new female colleague is very beautiful. I didn’t dare to do anything to her before drinking. After she was drunk, I could touch her. And she couldn’t call the police. If she did, she would have violated the workplace rules, and other colleagues would be at work. Exclude her... She actually called the police to catch a drunk so-and-so at a co-worker party. This is too much. We should stay away from such a person, make her unable to do anything, and force her to resign voluntarily. Leave this company.

The man lying fast asleep on the street in front is obviously drunk. He is lying on his side with his briefcase under his head as a pillow. Several empty beer cans are scattered around. There is a large amount of vomit in front of the man. There is no need to see the object, just looking at the stain, Huang Mao can feel a sour smell spreading around his nose.

This is still an experienced old drunkard. He knows that after being drunk, he needs to sleep on his side. Otherwise, when the desire to vomit arises, his trachea will be blocked by vomit, and he will suffocate to death.

Huang Mao pays attention to this drunkard who sleeps on the street not because he is good-looking, but because the material of this guy's suit is very good. Huang Mao can tell at a glance that the clothes are not cheap. Secondly, there are three Japanese kids wearing baggy clothes. The young people were surrounded by unconscious drunkards. They were taking off their pants while laughing and joking, and were about to take out their dicks and release water on him.

Huang Mao didn't know whether it was rare or common to urinate on drunkards sleeping on the streets in Tokyo, Japan. Some Japanese people passing by smiled and watched, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, but no one interfered, but Huang Mao couldn't let it. Those three guys succeeded.

"Bagya Road!" Huang Mao roared and rushed over, frightening the three unsuspecting young people. The exposed little guy was shaking and huddled up. They looked at the menacing rush towards him and put on a display. Huang Mao, who looked like he was going to hit someone, turned around and ran away subconsciously, not even having time to pull up his trousers.

Although there were many Japanese young people, Huang Mao's secondary intimidation skills seemed a bit powerful. In addition, the three of them knew what they were doing, and they felt a little guilty, so the three of them were scared away by Huang Mao alone. Not something strange.

The three young men ran away in a hurry, and Huang Mao did not chase him. He stood next to the drunkard and watched the three people go away. Under the gaze of other passers-by, he bent down and roughly and forcefully pillowed the drunkard's official document under his head. Pulling out the bag, he squatted and rummaged through the valuables inside. His performance shocked the passers-by who besieged him. Just now they thought Huang Mao was a friend of a drunkard, but unexpectedly a sudden reversal occurred.

This was the main reason why Huang Mao didn't let the three young men urinate on the drunkard. If the latter was covered with urine, how could he search him?

There were a lot of things in the briefcase. In addition to some paper documents that Huang Mao couldn't see, there were also some crumpled Japanese yen. Huang Mao counted them and was surprised to find that there were five Fuji cards among them. Counting the bills and change, the amount was at least more than 70,000 yen.

Huang Mao was very satisfied with the harvest. In one move, he had earned back what he had spent tonight. However, he was still satisfied. He continued to search the drunkard while being pointed at by passers-by and recorded on his mobile phone, and then got more information. Much gain.

A mechanical watch whose brand I couldn’t read, but it didn’t feel cheap. There were seventeen bills in the wallet, which totaled about more than thirty thousand, or about one hundred thousand yen. As for the driver’s license, mobile phone, and other odds and ends Some things...lighters, cigarettes, photos.

Huang Mao took away the watch and banknotes, and stuffed other things into his briefcase, including his mobile phone. In order to allow him to have a good sleep, Huang Mao also thoughtfully turned off his mobile phone to avoid Someone called to wake up the drunkard.

OK, the work is done and the harvest is full. It’s time to retreat and bring the money back to the boss.

(End of this chapter)