Bu Tian Gang

Li Han'er took a piece of Shangqing Pill in disbelief, and was not busy eating it.

"Boss, your clothes are torn, don't you feel that there is air leakage?"

The winter solstice had not had time to appreciate the meaning of the change in the title from the head of the regiment to the boss, so he hurriedly looked down.

He was wearing two pieces of clothes, a down jacket on the outside and a long-sleeved single shirt on the inside. It was torn by Jiangkou just now. Not only the white duck down was exposed, but the shirt inside was also torn. I don't know, Li Haner said , I felt that the skin was blown by the cold wind, and I suddenly got goosebumps.

The winter solstice was good at covering it up, and said embarrassedly, "It's gone."

Liu Qingbo was speechless: "Master, what would happen if you were seen?"

Winter Solstice grinned: "There are two ladies here!"

Li Han'er said, "Who brought needles and thread? I'll sew the clothes, otherwise I won't be able to wear them, and they will leak."

Liu Qingbo: "...except himself, generally no one would take this kind of thing out of the house."

Winter Solstice said: "I didn't bring any needles and thread, but I brought something else, Lao Liu, where is my bag?"

Everyone put their backpacks next to the bonfire just now, and the zombies attacked immediately and it was dark. No one could care about these backpacks. Fortunately, the zombies were not interested in these backpacks. Although they were scattered, the luggage was still there.

Liu Qingbo grabbed the winter solstice bag, and he couldn't help baring his teeth unprepared: "What on earth are you carrying here, why is it so heavy?"

"It's okay, it's just some daily necessities." Winter Solstice said, while turning inside for a long time, he turned out a compressed vacuum bag, he opened the zipper, the vacuum bag came into contact with the air, and the contents inside quickly expanded, everyone At first glance, it was actually a brand new down jacket.

Crowd: ...

Liu Qingbo went mad: "What the **** is in your bag!"

The winter solstice innocently said: "I will bring a spare. After all, we are on an island. In case of a windy and rainy one, wouldn't it be very uncomfortable to get wet? This just happened."

Liu Qingbo expressed serious doubts: "I just brought your bag, it definitely doesn't look like I only carried an extra down jacket."

The winter solstice thought for a while: "Oh, it might be two cans of beef. I plan to go to another island in two days and take it out. We will eat it in front of other teams, envy them, and improve the food by the way."

Liu Qingbo didn't want to talk anymore, and everyone else laughed.

The winter solstice is strange: "Why, don't you like to eat beef, Xiao Zhang, are you cultivating the true way, are you vegetarian?"

Zhang Song was annoyed: "I'm not a vegetarian! Didn't I call Lao Zhang before, why did I change my tune? Don't call me young again!"

Winter Solstice suddenly said, "So you like to be called Lao Zhang. You were just duplicitous before, didn't you feel embarrassed to say it? If you said it earlier, I also think that Lao Zhang is easier to say. Calling Xiao Zhang is like calling me old."

He had an expression that you didn't say earlier, making Zhang Song's teeth ticklish.

The trip to the island has just begun, and everyone understands that there are even greater challenges ahead to meet them, but the small battle is taking a break. Everyone needs to relax and understand that the winter solstice is just a joke to adjust the atmosphere.

In contrast, Yoshida is an outsider who can't get in the mouth at all.

There are four people in her team. Now, besides her, two have died, and the whereabouts of one is unknown. Until they set off again the next day, all the way through the forest, she never saw the missing companion again, the jungle was full, There is no way to find it. If Yoshida is not lucky and meets the Winter Solstice, even if he has not died in the hands of the zombies, he must have been lost in the boundless dark forest, lingering on, and his life and death are unknown.

In the second half of the next night, and even the next day, they started again. Until that evening, everyone finally walked out of the forest, and it went unbelievably smoothly. It seemed that the zombies had been emptied by them and never appeared again.

The sea re-entered everyone's sight. Just when the tide was high, the sea rushed in, slammed heavily on the rocks on the shore, and hit waves several meters high. This was not where they landed, but a boulder on the shore was still tied. There are several speedboats, and there are some jars next to them, tied to stones with ropes, ups and downs in the ebb and flow of the sea, but they will not be washed away.

The fog was so thick that the visibility of the sea was greatly reduced. There was really nothing to see, but everyone had just spent a few days in the forest. They had seen the gloomy trees, the dead zombies, and then looked at the sea, and immediately felt The stuffiness in his chest was gone, his mood was much more open, and even his breathing became fresh. Zhang Song couldn't help but stretched his arms to embrace the sea breeze. Floating feeling.

But now the wind is high and the waves are rushing, and it is about to get dark again. It is obviously not suitable for sailing again. Everyone opened the jar and changed the fresh water inside into their own kettle, preparing to spend the night on the rocky beach.

There is only one person left in Yoshida, and it is obviously impossible to continue the competition. She plans to wait here for a few more days. If she can't wait for the missing companion to come out, she will leave the archipelago by boat and withdraw from the competition. There are several speedboats, and the storage capacity of the fresh water tank is also sufficient. Since Yoshida has made up her mind, she will not persuade her to change her mind during the winter solstice. I only wish her a smooth journey, and I will have a chance to contact her when she returns home. By the way, she opened a can of beef in advance. Cooked a pot of beef noodles over a bonfire as a souvenir of their last night on Diana Island.

When the last ray of light receded from the white fog, the heaven and earth finally returned to the night. Not far behind the bonfire, the dark forest was still lifeless and independent, and it also recorded the footprints of the winter solstice in the past few days.

During the winter solstice, he looked back at the fog-covered forest and trees, and took out the empty box from his pocket that released the devilish energy from the river mouth. Roll away, nowhere to go.

...

Japan, Nagoya.

An elderly man with black and gray hair stepped out of the hotel, put on the bright yellow tour group hat on his hand, wandered all the way from the hotel, stopped and walked, picked up the mobile phone hanging around his neck from time to time to take pictures of pedestrians in the street , showing admiration from time to time, and it is easy for people to guess his identity: maybe he has stayed in a small city all his life, the first time he went abroad, he followed a tour group to Japan for sightseeing, but accidentally fell behind and simply went to the side. Walking around, not in a hurry.

He walked slowly to the outside of Atsuta Shrine, just before a tour group was about to enter the venue. He walked two steps quickly and followed behind them. Others saw that they were dressed in similar hats, so they didn't pay much attention. The old man lined up with foreign tourists to enter. After rubbing behind the Chinese tour guide again, he listened to the introduction, and it was not until the tour group moved to the next attraction that he turned around and went to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the old man came out of the bathroom, not busy chasing the tour group, but walked in the opposite direction.

Atsuta Shrine is an open tourist attraction, but not every place is open. There is a hidden trail between Bajian Palace and Bawan Shrine. There is a sign that visitors are not allowed to enter. Tourists usually come here. Will stop and turn around, but the old man still walks in.

There is another courtyard at the end of the trail, hidden among the trees and flowers, and across the fence, the scene inside cannot be seen clearly. There is no one around, and the courtyard door is closed.

The old man did not approach, quietly observed for a while, then turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment the door to the backyard opened behind him, and someone stopped him.

"Guests from all over China, my master wants to see you."

The other party was in Chinese, but the tone was weird, and it sounded like a beginner.

The old man turned his head and saw a young boy in traditional clothes standing there.

"What are you talking about?" The old man looked confused and spoke with a strong Chinese dialect accent.

The boy was also a little confused when he heard the words, not sure if this was the person the master was looking for. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the old man waved his hand: "It's not rare to tell you, I went to the wrong place!"

He raised his feet to leave, but unexpectedly, there was another person on the trail leading to the exit. The other person seemed to be a little older than the boy behind him.

"Sir, you are here, why pretend you don't know each other?"

The young man is fluent in Chinese, and he has a smile on his handsome face, but there is obvious malice in this smile.

The old man's bewilderment became even stronger: "What do you know? I came with a tour group and got separated. Now I'm going to find a tour guide. Do you want to take me there?"

The young man snorted coldly: "Don't pretend, this gentleman from the Special Administration Bureau of China, since you came to Nagoya, your every move has been under the control of Mr. Otowa, aren't you here to save people, if so Are you not afraid that the person you want to save will die?"

The old man looked at him for a moment, and finally said, "Where did you see it?"

Once his pronunciation became eloquent, the whole person seemed to have changed even his temperament.

The boy said proudly: "After you came to Nagoya, did you have contact with your secret agent who has been lurking here for a long time? In fact, he has been our surveillance target a long time ago. As soon as he met you, we knew that you must be a special agent. Sent by the Bureau."

The old man whispered: "It seems that Otoyu's tentacles are quite long, and he even knows the list of agents."

Teenager: "Master's power is greater than you think. Call your companions together, what's the point of hiding?"

The old man scoffed: "I alone can crush all of you, what company do I need!"

The young man sneered, obviously in disbelief. The distance between him and the old man was originally about ten meters. He saw his body move slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the distance was reduced to only a few meters, and even disappeared out of thin air, as if it had evaporated in an instant.

But the old man snorted and suddenly grabbed somewhere in the air, but after hearing a scream, the young man suddenly appeared and fell to the ground, but his arm had been twisted into a weird position, probably broken.

"With your little ninjutsu skills, you dare to challenge me! Your ninjutsu master Takuya Suzuki doesn't even dare to be presumptuous in front of me!" In his eyes, the rickety waist slowly straightened, the old man took off his glasses and tore off the wig on his head.

The boy reluctantly got up and didn't dare to do it again. He respectfully said: "Dare to ask your name?"

"If you don't change your name, if you don't change your surname, go and tell Otoyu Jiuyan, my father, Wu Bingtian, to smash your place!" The other party said with a hand.

The young man was arrogant and then respectful, reluctantly hung his arms and did not dare to care, and respectfully and politely invited Wu Bingtian to Otoyu Jiuyan.

It was a hut with an open door. There were no other furnishings in the house, only four lamps and candles in the corner, a screen in the middle, gold and silver lines, colorful lacquer and fine brushwork. Arms, blood flows into rivers, mourning and pain are silently conveyed through gorgeous brushstrokes, just like the cherry blossoms depicted in the corners of the screen are stained with blood after falling, expressing the extremely fragile and beautiful cruelty.

Wu Bingtian's eyes stayed on the painting on the screen for a moment, and soon fell on the person sitting in front of the screen.

Otowa Hatohiko.

This is a gray-haired, straight-backed old man. From his appearance alone, he would never have thought that he was anything special. Before Wu Bingtian knew his true identity, he only regarded him as someone who had close ties with Japan's political and economic circles. Entrepreneurs with deep backgrounds.

Otowa is making tea.

He didn't fake his hands, he did it himself, but his movements were very slow, as if he was carrying out a solemn ceremony, solemn and solemn, without looking up at Wu Bingtian, he said to himself, "The famous Director Wu is here, but why is he only alone?"

Wu Bingtian pretended to be surprised: "How can a devil actually speak human words?"

Otoyu said slowly: "Director Wu, your companion is still in my hands, do you think it's useful to provoke me on purpose?"

Wu Bingtian said lightly: "Since you know that I am Wu Bingtian, you should know that even if I come alone, I can achieve my goal."

Otoyu sighed: "I'm afraid you'll be planted here too, then who will your Special Administration Bureau send over? Long Shen? Or Song Zhicun?"

Wu Bingtian: "I don't need anyone. I am enough to deal with you. I am here today not only to ask you for someone, but also to collect blood debts from you."

He stared at Otoyu and said word by word: "1937, the blood debt of December 13, Asaka Hatohiko, do you remember?"

"Why don't you remember?"

Otoba paused while pouring tea, and finally raised her head, as if she was looking at Wu Bingtian, but it was more like she was looking at others through Wu Bingtian. He has a relaxed attitude, and instead of showing a look of nostalgia because of his past identity being revealed.

"At the beginning of that year, I was appointed as the commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army, and later went to Nanjing to replace Matsui and become the commander-in-chief after the capture of Nanjing. At that time, Tanaka came to ask me what to do with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Nanjing. , At that time, I was having a headache and had a splitting headache, and I wanted to kill all the people who were obstructing my eyes, so I told him, kill them all, and leave no one behind."

Otoyu said happily: "From that day, until two months later, for two full months, my subordinates have been killing people, and the ammunition can not be wasted, so they cut with knives. I went to see those sabres, all of them can be cut. The blade was curled up, blood was everywhere, and the grass at the root of the city wall was dyed red, but when I looked at the blood and heard the screams, the headache was actually much better, so I also asked them to take a few Bring the captives to the front, and I will try to do it myself."

Wu Bingtian clenched his fists, but he didn't want to interrupt Yinyu, he even controlled his breathing very well, and let the other party continue talking with interest.

Looking back on the past, Otowa was not sighed, nor regretted, but filled with a cheerful look, as if the massacre itself could bring him endless happiness.

"Before that, I hadn't personally killed anyone. Those prisoners were **** with five flowers, but I didn't let anyone stop their mouths. There were two of them, and they kept scolding me, and there were two others who kept crying to me. I beg for mercy, beg me to let them go."

"There is another person who is particularly interesting. He thought that the killings were just misbehavior by the officers below. He felt that I must not know, and he kept persuading me to be king, be kind and love the people, and not be domineering. It's so ridiculous, These are not my citizens, why should I love them?"

Otoyu smiled slightly: "I think he is very annoying, so I will start with him first, and try your ancient Chinese torture on these people. But it's too troublesome to burn them, and I don't have the pleasure of doing it myself. I still prefer Ling Chi. One knife at a time, the flesh is cut off from the opponent's body, causing him to bleed, suffer, cry, and die. Look, when it comes to cruelty, the ancestors of your country are not much more cruel than me, at least , I can't think of such a way to cut more than 3,000 knives on people."

"Why did those people invent such a cruel punishment, and you don't condemn it, I just killed a few more people and then chased after me?"

At the end, his expression was a little surprised, as if he was discussing an extremely profound topic with Wu Bingtian.

Wu Bingtian was originally very good at acting, but his smile can no longer be maintained, and there is only indifference: "I have never met the person you mentioned. If I did, I would not let it go."

Otoyu suddenly said: "Oh, is that so? Well, let's go back to that person, I'll start with him, but for the first time, it is inevitable that the method is unfamiliar, this person was only cut by me more than 30 times, and he was accidentally killed by me. I was killed. But practice makes perfect, with the other three people, my skills have obviously improved a lot, and the last one died after being cut by more than 200 knives."

"But the most interesting thing is their reaction before they die. I put those crying and begging first, and those who scolded me in the back. One of them scolded me. When it was his turn, he could no longer scold me. , but kept crying and begging me to let him go. Sorry, I'm a little long-winded, does Director Wu still want to hear it?"

Wu Bingtian: "I want to."

Only by knowing more clearly, it is possible to dig out more of the inside story of the year and find out the details of more enemies.

But why did Otowa say so much to him who met him for the first time? Wu Bingtian did not know. His knowledge of Otowa Yutohiko was limited to the names that appeared occasionally in the news. Even the information in the special administration bureau's files did not describe the well-known entrepreneur too much. He only knew that he had no children and no daughters and had a huge wealth .

Maybe it was Otoyu who hid for too long and failed to meet someone who was close enough to arouse his desire; maybe Wu Bingtian, a Chinese visitor, once again reminded him of the past; Have no fear.

Otoyu nodded and said leisurely: "I heard people say that when you kill someone for the first time, your hands will tremble and you will feel flustered and sleepless all night? But it is very strange, not only did I not feel this way, but I felt warm and comfortable all over. Since then, I have I know that killing people can make me happy."

Wu Bingtian: "Just like this, it's impossible to turn you into a demon."

Otoyu: "Of course, there were a lot of people who killed people at that time. I was not the one who killed the most. At most, I just realized the true meaning of killing. To talk about the chance, we have to go back to the aftermath of Nanjing."

Wu Bingtian couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer. It was the first time he had heard that the massacre had real meaning.

However, Otoyu said seriously: "Director Wu, you have made promotion your life goal, and I have turned the world into **** as a dream. Is there any difference?"

Wu Bingtian said angrily: "I'm not as shameless as you. I don't let good people do it, and I have to be a beast!"

Otoyu smiled: "Okay, let's not argue about this, I'm telling you this just because I also have unanswered questions in my heart. I need to ask you to help me clear my doubts. Are you sure you want to end this conversation?"

Wu Bingtian really did not make a sound.

Otoyu continued: "In that year, there was a Japanese ship that sank in the Yangtze River. At that time, it was suspected that some Chinese were secretly doing things, so they carried out a large-scale search and salvage, but unexpectedly, a stone box was salvaged in the Yangtze River. The Japanese who was in charge of the salvage heard that I like collecting antiques, so they asked someone to send the box to me. When I saw the stone box, I felt very strange, because it looked like a complete stone, but there were seams on the top and bottom. , and the carvings are exquisite, there is no keyhole, and there is no lock. You say, can it still be opened?"

Wu Bingtian snorted coldly: "As long as you want, you can open it, even with explosives!"

Otoyu didn't care about his tone, but shook his head: "No, you can't use explosives, I was afraid that I would destroy the contents together."

Wu Bingtian knew that he might hear a very crucial inside story next, perhaps the secret of Otowa Yutohiko becoming a demon, so he didn't interrupt him and listened calmly.