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Daiki Shimada... No, this little boy should be called Nakamura now.

My soul was separated from Zhongcun's body, and I just looked at the little boy holding the newspaper with a look of reminiscence and amazement. This is not an expression that should appear on a child's face.

Shimada Daiki's mother looked at her son expressionlessly, stood up slowly, and held her son's hand.

Only then did Zhongcun come back to his senses. He was a little at a loss and subconsciously followed his current mother forward.

The granddaughter-in-law of the Shimada family was filled with the yin energy of a female ghost. She led Zhongcun forward and walked out of the house.

This should be a residence at the foot of the mountain, maybe some kind of venue.

The mother and son walked all the way out, and met Mrs. Shimada's daughter-in-law on the way. The three generations of grandparents did not interact with each other, but just walked together in a tacit understanding.

Members of the crew were gradually added to this team.

Zhongcun still held the newspaper in his hand, and he still couldn't get over the shock of finding his past life.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and many memories were intertwined.

I saw Miss Sayuri and some strangers. Those scenes are obviously not from this era. The buildings, furniture, roads, towns, and the way people dress are all different from modern society.

Some are people Zhongcun knows, the places where Zhongcun has lived, his hometown, hometown... and Zhongcun's experience after the murder.

The experience of the murder was unforgettable to Zhongcun.

It was an impulsive act, and Sayuri was present when the killing occurred.

With tears in her eyes, Sayuri told him to run away quickly, warning him that the dead man was an officer not to be trifled with. Sayuri's worry, sadness, and Sayuri's separation occupied Nakamura's entire mind.

I have some difficulty understanding this feeling.

I have never encountered this kind of love myself.

I just find it incredible to see Zhongcun regretfully fleeing his hometown, living on the streets, becoming a thief and a robber, and then returning to his hometown with his stolen money after so many years.

In these years, what Zhongcun thought about most was Sayuri.

His parents, family, relatives and friends were all left behind.

The first thing he did when he returned to his hometown was to inquire about Sayuri.

No wonder he regained his memory after seeing Sayuri's photo.

For Zhongcun in his previous life, this was probably the most important memory in his life. Everything else is just a passing cloud.

Daiki Shimada's body was pulled hard.

He came to his senses and was put into the car by his mother.

The car is the director's car.

After not seeing him for a day or two, the director was also stained with the evil spirit of a female ghost.

None of them had any expression, and their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of paste that immediately froze.

Zhongcun said hesitantly: "Where are we going?"

His mother turned her head and stared at him without blinking, "Go do something."

Zhongcun realized something was wrong at this time.

He looked out the car window.

The motorcade has already started, and the crew is all on board.

The car drove towards the hill where the Hot Spring Villa is located.

Zhongcun's heartbeat was very fast. The shock of regaining his past life had passed, and he began to worry about his situation.

"I want to go back. Let's, let's go back." Zhongcun said stiffly, not knowing how to face this woman who was his mother.

The woman ignored him.

Zhongcun's hand held the door handle, but he looked at the moving vehicle and did not dare to jump out of the car.

The car went up the mountain and reached the end.

Zhongcun opened the car door, jumped out, and ran down the mountain.

He now only had the body of a child and couldn't run far before he was caught.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" Zhongcun shouted, flailing his limbs and kicking the person who caught him.

That was a crew member. He directly grabbed Zhongcun like a little chicken and didn't pay attention to Zhongcun's struggle at all.

The crew all got out of the car and walked all the way into the hot spring villa.

The police tape was torn down by them. Their behavior is natural and somewhat arrogant, but their actions are no different from normal people.

Everyone remained silent as they filed into the large room in the hotel. This place was originally used as a restaurant. The room was empty, without any furniture.

Zhongcun was pressed down and sat indoors.

The others formed a circle and sat down, transformed into sculptures without even moving their eyelids.

The room was very quiet, there was no sound at all.

Zhongcun swallowed, "What are you going to do? Who are you...?"

His voice was trembling and his body was shaking, showing no deterrent.

The female ghosts ignored him.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Zhongcun became more and more anxious. He tried to struggle to escape several times, but he was firmly held in place.

There were footsteps outside the room.

There were several footsteps, two of which sounded very messy, as if someone was being dragged along.

Not long after, a figure appeared at the door.

Mrs. Shimada was dragged indoors.

The two men dragging him were Hikaru Shimada and Hikaru Shimada's son.

Zhongcun was taken aback, feeling hatred and anger in his heart, but this emotion was immediately replaced by fear.

After the three members of the Shimada family, I saw three other figures.

I couldn't help but take a step forward and glared at the visitor with gritted teeth.

It’s Nantian!

Nan Tian walked at the end, followed by Bian Sijun and "Han Ji"! Bian Sijun seems to be dead too, with his body controlled by a female ghost.

"Han Ji"'s gaze fell on Zhongcun, his eyes dark.

Mrs. Shimada was pushed to the ground by her son and grandson, and her hands and feet were held down.

"Who are you? Who are you? What are you?" Mrs. Shimada asked breathlessly. Her breath was weak, her hair was messy, and she looked tortured.

Zhongcun didn't dare to say anything.

No one in the room answered Mrs. Shimada's words.

I felt a yin energy, turned around and saw the black and white cat appearing on the windowsill.

The cat jumped down from the window sill deftly, walked through the row of people, and approached Mrs. Shimada.

Mrs. Shimada and Nakamura's eyes widened.

"It's you...it's you little beast!" Mrs. Shimada was furious. She was suddenly irritated and yelled.

The other female ghosts stood nearby and watched.

The cat was not angry, and there was no emotion in its green eyes.

Nakamura was pulled up and stood in front of Mrs. Shimada, standing just behind the cat.

Mrs. Shimada raised her eyelids and suddenly struggled, "Big tree! What are you going to do to the big tree!"

"Meow."

"whee……"

"Kekeke..."

The cat meowed, and the female ghosts laughed.

Mrs. Shimada's face was full of sorrow, "Yes, I will kill you! But Dashu is innocent! He is just a child!"

Zhongcun was kicked at the crook of his knee and fell to his knees with a thud.

Tears welled up in Mrs. Shimada's eyes.

Her feelings for her great-grandson seemed genuine.

She turned to look at Hikari Shimada.

"That's your grandson! Wake up! Aguang! I'm your mother! How could you...how could you..." Mrs. Shimada broke down and cried.

Nakamura's hair was pulled and his face was pushed in front of Mrs. Shimada.

"Tell me, who are you?" Han Ji stopped laughing and spoke coldly.

Zhongcun shivered.

"Ah -" his hair was pulled and he said with difficulty, "Nakamura... I am Toshiro Nakamura..."

Mrs. Shimada's eyes suddenly widened.

The tears overflowing in her eyes fell from the corners of her eyes, but the look of grief was no longer on her face.