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The car swayed into the gathering area, and the government employees in charge of management quickly greeted it. After a brief handover, the rescue team was arranged to the assigned rescue area.

Before leaving, Zhang Xu, the translator of the rescue team, brought Masahiro Nakamura to the person in charge of the Japanese gathering area and made a very solemn report.

"This is director Masahiro Nakamura from your country. We met him by chance on the way here...It is said that Japan is looking for him."

"Masahiro Nakamura?"

Surprised by the name, the person in charge couldn't help but take a closer look at Masahiro Nakamura. It was quite different from the image picture issued, but he could still be vaguely recognized between his eyebrows.

Nakamura Masahiro paid attention to the other party's reaction, but felt very calm in his heart. No one bought it when he reported his identity before, could it be really useful now?

"Are you really Director Masahiro Nakamura?"

There was some vague judgment in his mind, but the person in charge still went through the established process, and then asked Nakamura Masahiro for confirmation.

"If you don't believe it..."

Subconsciously touching his pockets, Nakamura Masahiro had a bad premonition in his heart. Then, in a slight panic, he dug into other pockets.

The bad premonition was verified, and Nakamura Masahiro reluctantly went through all his pockets carefully again, and then he became discouraged and chose to give up.

"Oh, it seems that all the documents are missing. I must have accidentally dropped them..."

Zhang Xu and the person in charge looked at each other. Both of them were silent for a while. They didn't know what to say. They opened their mouths, but the person in charge spoke first.

"No need to prove it, I'll just report it here."

Although there are cases of false identification, the person in charge does not believe that Masahiro Nakamura has the courage. After all, once reported, the fictitious identity can be easily exposed.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."

After giving a friendly smile to the person in charge and Masahiro Nakamura, Zhang Xu wisely said goodbye. His task was considered completed, and the follow-up had nothing to do with him.

Watching Zhang Xu's figure gradually walk away, the person in charge with a solemn expression looked at Masahiro Nakamura, then turned sideways and took out his mobile phone and began the reporting work.

After a while, the call was successfully connected. The person in charge spoke quickly in a low voice, and then nodded in response from time to time. After about three minutes, he hung up the phone.

"Nakamura Masahiro-san, I have already reported it... If you are late, someone will come to pick you up. Please wait a little longer."

His attitude became visibly more friendly, and the original serious expression was gone, and the person in charge maintained a friendly smile on his face.

"If you need anything, please ask."

"Arigado, we're in trouble."

Nakamura Masahiro bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude solemnly. The little girl hiding behind him grabbed the corner of Nakamura Masahiro's clothes and hurriedly followed suit and bowed.

"No trouble, Nakamura Masahiro-san, no trouble..."

The person in charge politely exchanged a few words with Nakamura Masahiro. Then he called a staff member and gave a direct order: "This is Supervisor Nakamura Masahiro. You are responsible for arranging his accommodation. You must be careful."

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When he said this last sentence, he deliberately emphasized his tone, completely expressing his attitude.

"Hi, I understand."

The clerk who was called over felt a shiver in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Masahiro Nakamura on the side. His originally calm face became focused, and he nodded seriously in response.

"Nakamura Masahiro-san, please come with me."

The staff greeted Nakamura Masahiro in a gentle manner, then stepped forward to lead the way, leading Nakamura Masahiro and the little girl behind him to leave.

The three of them walked through the chaotic gathering area, carefully avoiding the messy garbage piles with flies flying around, and bypassing the slightly shabby tents.

Noisy sounds filled the entire camp, and expressions of numbness, depression, and sadness filled the faces of many victims, and almost everyone was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Lack of life and energy, except for a few children running around, most people are like walking zombies.

Compared with the gathering area where Masahiro Nakamura stayed before, the victims here may have suffered a more severe disaster, and the conditions in the camp also look extremely bad.

"This gathering area has just been established, and these victims have just been gathered here..."

Seeing Nakamura Masahiro's frown, the staff continued walking slowly while proactively introducing the situation in the gathering area.

"Relief supplies are currently relatively tight, and conditions in all aspects are not that good. They will improve in the future."

Showing a smile full of understanding to the employee, Nakamura Masahiro silently followed the other person without saying a word.

The Japanese government's rescue capabilities are pretty good, but compared to the high efficiency in China that I remember, it's really far behind.

However, we cannot blame this too much. After all, not every government takes the people's affairs so seriously.

"Is there a place here where I can take a shower?"

I followed the staff to a place where several containers were placed. Judging from the layout and environment, this should be the place with the best conditions in the entire gathering area.

"Okay, the tent over there is a place for bathing."

Pointing to a large tent about ten meters away from the container, the staff introduced it very politely: "It's separated by a curtain. You just need to take turns to go in and take a shower."

The big tent looks very tight, with no gaps to speak of. I guess the bathing conditions inside are just that.

However, it is already nice to have the opportunity to take a bath in this place. As for wanting more? Well, I want to eat peaches.

Thinking of this, Nakamura Masahiro's heart suddenly felt much better. He didn't have a chance to take a shower during this period of time. Although it wasn't overly stinky, it still smelled sour and rotten.

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He led Nakamura Masahiro to a nearby container. The staff stretched out his hand and opened the door. There were two canopy beds placed side by side in the not-so-large space inside.

There were two sets of bedding neatly stacked on the bed, with no signs of being used. The container looked clean and tidy, and it probably hadn't been lived in yet.

There are two plastic stools in the corner, and a row of bare hooks on the wall above them. They are obviously used to hang clothes. I don't know if they are useful?

After arranging Nakamura Masahiro and the little girl beside him, the clerk turned around and prepared to leave. However, before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Nakamura Masahiro again.

"I have something I want to trouble you with."

"Nakamura Masahiro-san, you said..."

The staff looked at Nakamura Masahiro with a little surprise, wondering what kind of trouble this famous supervisor could have that would trouble ordinary staff like them?

"As long as it's within the scope of my responsibilities, I will try my best to help."

"This is Shiori Kubo. She and her family were separated in the earthquake... I would like to ask you to help find her family."

Pulling the timid little girl beside him, Nakamura Masahiro introduced Kubo Shiori's situation in detail, and then asked him sincerely.

"Now that the government has intervened in the rescue, it should be relatively easy to find her family if officials come forward to make contact."

"No problem, I will report it, don't worry."

The clerk agreed wholeheartedly. He smiled gently at the little girl, then took out his notepad and carefully recorded the little girl's family information.

That is to say, Nakamura Masahiro spoke up, otherwise, he would not have the heart to report to Kubo Shiori, a strange little girl.

There are so many refugees in the earthquake-stricken areas, and countless people have been displaced. Although the government has begun rescue, the Japanese official's stubbornness is well known, and it is futile to expect too much.

Watching the figure of the staff member gradually walking away, and finally disappearing among the crowds coming and going in the camp, Nakamura Masahiro turned back and looked at the little girl Kubo Fumiori beside him.

"Just wait for the news, your family will definitely be found soon."

Reaching out and rubbing the little girl's head, Nakamura Masahiro doted on him and comforted her. From the time of the earthquake to now, I don't know how Kubo Shiori's family is doing.

According to the panic scene at the time, although the little girl's family was separated, their safety should still be guaranteed.

After all, that area was not the core of the earthquake. There were no casualties in the stream of people that Nakamura Masahiro ran out with. There was no reason why the little girl's family would be trapped in it.

"Let's take a shower first, I already smell a bit..."

I pushed the little girl into the large tent used for bathing. There was a large plastic vat with clean water in it. There was also a stool in the corner with a white ladle on it for scooping water.

"I don't have a change of clothes for now, so I'll just wear the dirty clothes after taking a shower. Be careful not to get your clothes wet..."

After some nagging instructions, Nakamura Masahiro exited the big tent. Then, he stood quietly outside the tent.

Although there are curtains inside that can be used as a shield, the little girl may suffer a loss if she encounters someone who is a bit reckless.

After a while, the sound of water splashing on the ground could be heard in the tent, which seemed a little abrupt in this quite quiet environment.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously raised his head, only to see a man with clothes under his arm hurriedly walking towards him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"