Yukimura's shadow

Yami's sudden disappearance made Yukimura stunned for a while, and he subconsciously searched for it before realizing what happened.For nearly a week, Yami had been by his side, but it made him a little uncomfortable to disappear.

In the remaining few hours of the drive, Yukimura had to admit that he was a little bit out of his mind.

It was almost noon when we got back to the hospital. The power of the sun wasn't too strong, but it was still a bit dazzling.There was still a long walk from the station to the hospital. A large group of people crowded in front of the zebra crossing and waited for the green light. Yukimura stood among the crowd with a thermos bucket.

The time for the green light was still very long, and people around were whispering constantly. Yukimura accidentally listened to a few words, and found that everyone seemed to be talking about the girl's disappearance.He listened intently again, and it turned out that the autopsy report of the third case came out, and the final DNA comparison results were being circulated everywhere on the Internet——

The girl's identity has been confirmed, and her body has been taken back by her family.But as for the arrest of the suspect, the police did not disclose any information...

Yukimura raised his head, and his perspective seemed to be pulled far away, with traffic passing by and crowds of people.A young man wearing earphones and bowing his head on the road, a white-haired old man trembling through the crowd with an iron bowl in his hand, a salesman who kept pulling people to make sales and was rejected countless times along the way... He stared at this scene indifferently. Everything, remembering what the military adviser said before that similar cases happened in this area, everyone seemed to become mysterious in his eyes.

"All right..."

The old man leaned on a cane and squeezed close to him with a bowl in hand. He was hunched over and dressed in ragged clothes, looking very destitute.An indescribable smell gradually radiated from his body, and everyone nearby avoided him like snakes and scorpions.

"Where did the old man come from... it stinks to death"

"All right...I have to raise money to save my granddaughter..."

"Is no one in charge?!"

"...a well-meaning person..."

"Come on, go on—"

Some filthy words kept coming, but the old man didn't seem to hear it, and kept talking about paying off debts and saving people.When the green light came on, someone threw a coin or two to the old man before leaving. Yukimura saw with sharp eyes that some of them were only one yen or five yen, but the old man still saluted excitedly as if he had received an amnesty.

Everyone started to cross the road one after another, but Yukimura still didn't move.He looked at the old man's head, wondering what he was thinking.

The old man saw that the pedestrians on this side had dispersed, turned around with the bowl in his hand, and happened to meet Yukimura's inquisitive eyes.

Yukimura stepped forward and thoughtfully took out a paper note with a face value of [-] yen.Instead of putting it in the bowl, he handed it to the old man.

"Old man, there is a [-]-yuan store nearby, go get something to eat and buy a comb."

The old man stared at him blankly, unable to speak, his hands trembling, not daring to accept the money.

"Something must have happened, right?" Yukimura smiled lightly and stuffed the money into his hands.

A well-educated person, even if he is in a dangerous situation, will try his best to keep a certain part of his body clean, no matter which part is good, it is the last line of defense in his heart.

Yukimura looked down at the top of the old man's sparse hair, which was a little dirty but still combed as neatly as possible with his hands, such details could not be seen without looking carefully.His heart softened, and only after experiencing despair could he imagine what kind of things might have happened to the old man.

"……I……"

The old man looked at him, his eyes filled with a series of complex expressions, and finally the eye sockets slowly became moist.He saw a miracle in the boy's eyes——

Respect, something he didn't remember how long ago he had it.Maybe it was before the kidnappers threatened... Maybe it was before the granddaughter started using those bottles at the instigation of her classmates...

The time for the green light had already passed, and the crowd continued to swarm up. The male salesman in a suit said something to someone, which caused the other party to push him away quickly.The man walked away with an unhappy expression on his face. The salesman was pushed and avoided by other passers-by, and accidentally fell towards Yukimura.Rao Yukimura helped him quickly with his eyes and hands, but in the end it just made him fall less painful.

The iron bowl in the old man's hand was accidentally knocked to the ground when he was struggling, and a lot of leaflets in his own hand were also scattered.The old man hurriedly knelt down to pick up the coins, and Yukimura also knelt down to help, and the salesman quickly got up from the ground, as if he didn't feel any pain from the fall. Help the old man pick up money.

However, when the old man saw the leaflets on the ground, he was stunned.

With an apology on his lips, Suzuki helped the old man pick up those one-yuan coins without slowness in his hands.He felt that the glasses were a little crooked, but he had no time to reach out and push them.Having been in this line of work for more than a month, apart from the unceasingly fermenting hatred, what he has learned the most is probably patience.

"thanks--"

After picking it up, he stretched out his hand to gather his flyer. The old man slowly picked up a leaflet from the ground. Suzuki thought he would hand it to him, but he stretched out his hand to get it, but he didn't move.

"Old man..."

The old man shook off Yukimura's support, and slowly stood up, vaguely guarding Yukimura behind him, his eyes widened, panting heavily, the hand holding the leaflet kept shaking, the paper The leaflets kept ringing, and the beautiful faces of the models reflected on them began to deform.

"It's you...it's you, isn't it..."

"...Old man? You, what's the matter with you?" Suzuki was keenly aware of something, and took two steps back.

"Ah——" the old man ran up holding his crutches high, screaming, the iron bowl was thrown away again and fell to the ground with a clanging sound, and the coins fell on the ground scrambling to the ground, clatter clatter, what has been experienced in these days Despair and humiliation are like a beast lurking in the dark, and at this moment it finally couldn't help jumping out and devouring him in one gulp!

That flyer!That beauty product!

"Ah - give back my granddaughter! You bastards -"

The old man suddenly got into trouble, and he chased Suzuki and hit him.What is there not to understand after Suzuki took a hit?Presumably the old man's granddaughter is also on the company's radar!

Drugs are hard to get rid of once they become addicted. It's not like he hasn't seen Bi Luzi kidnap those girls and sell them, but he still has to call those bullying family members to threaten ransom.

In a blink of an eye, he immediately turned his head and ran. The two of them chased like crazy in the crowded streets, disappeared in a blink of an eye, and bumped into many people in an instant.

"What are you doing, you old madman?"

"Did it escape from Tokyo General Hospital?"

"That man is so pitiful, he probably doesn't know what he did wrong..."

"..."

Yukimura still stood where he was, facing the direction the two left.

The iron bowl turned several times on the ground, and finally rolled down to his feet.He bent down to pick up the flyer thrown in the air by the old man, which showed a graceful girl and the introduction of several beauty products.

Fraulein, a brand called "Daughter of Gold".

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On the afternoon of his return to the hospital, Yukimura conducted a routine inspection again, and everything was in good condition.The doctor said that if this state continues, the second operation will start in mid-January.

"That's great, isn't it the recovery period after this surgery?" Harada Nobuo asked.

At this time they were on their way to the rooftop.

"I got a new prosthetic, and this one is more suitable for me now." Noticing that Yukimura was staring at his leg, Nobuo opened his trousers and explained.

"Well, it does look good." At least he wasn't jolting so badly when he walked.Yukimura stared at Nobuo Harada's legs, and suddenly thought of the shambling old man yesterday, and didn't know what happened to him and the salesman afterwards.

"correct……"

"In the past two days, the news reported on the missing case..."

"Well, I know. It was said in the morning that someone had reported the crime again, but it was later found out that it was not the same case."

"As long as the real culprit can't be caught, there will be many such disguised cases." Yukimura frowned, this is simply a vicious circle.

"There will always be someone who knows what happened—" Nobuo smiled, and stretched out his hand to push open the iron door, and the light rushed into the corridor, covering him, "but the person who dares to speak out doesn't know when it will happen." Appear."

"Didn't a detective come to the hospital? Could it be related to this?" Yukimura couldn't help asking.

Nobuo Harada shook his head, "Mr. Mori Kogoro just injured his leg."

He walked into the rooftop with Yukimura, he turned around as if he was inspecting the territory, and then looked into the distance with satisfaction. Compared with the original rooftop, the renovated rooftop has completely changed its appearance.

He suddenly pointed to something, and Yukimura forgot about it. On the higher rooftop next door, an old man wearing a green wool cap was doing strange exercises.

"That's Mr. Breath."

"Mr. Breathing?…Wait, we're not talking about…"

"You came too late before and didn't meet him. He does his unique breath exercise here almost every day. It is because of him that the hospital considered adding guardrails to prevent falls."

"...Well, that's it." No matter how stupid a person would realize that Nobuo Harada didn't want to continue this topic, Yukimura could only stop there.

Nobuo also felt that the topic change was too abrupt, so he went back to his chair and sat down.

"...Actually...if you really want to know something, you can visit Mr. Mori in person..."

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small theater:

The old man waved away Yukimura's support and stood up slowly, vaguely protecting Yukimura behind him, his eyes widened, panting heavily, the hand holding the leaflet kept trembling, and the paper leaflets were constantly There was a sound, and the beautiful face of the model reflected on it began to deform.

"It's you...it's you, isn't it..."

"...Old man? You, what's the matter with you?" Suzuki was keenly aware of something, and took two steps back.

"Is the model above you! Brat! Women's clothing is not bad!"

The author has something to say: To put it bluntly, it is drug trafficking, using beauty products as a medium.When the other party loses everything and cannot afford it, the company will force the "recycling" of customers and sell them (organs/meat, bodies, etc.) for secondary use.Due to the special social nature of the targets, most of them are homeless people, customs practitioners and other highly mobile populations, so it is difficult to detect.

For customers with family members, if the family members are easy to bully, (such as the old man in the article) after the customer is used again, the company will make false promises to the family members to "let her go" to continuously extract ransom, and threaten not to allow Call the police.

But in fact, everyone knows that Japan is a country that recognizes the underworld, and sometimes it is useless for the police to know.

☆, Enemy