Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

At Tokyo Airport, a flight from Hokkaido to Tokyo slowly landed. There were only a few people on the plane, and everyone looked very anxious.

This is the last flight from Hokkaido to Tokyo. If it weren't for the reason that he had to come, no one would have been willing to come to this city at this time, although Hokkaido was not much better!

Before the plane stopped, the people in the cabin stood up anxiously, walked to the cabin door, and waited for the cabin door to open.

Most of these people live in Tokyo because of their relatives' flesh and blood. Because they are really worried, they plucked up their courage to come to this dire place.

Of course, there are exceptions in everything. At least Uncle Jiu has no relatives living in Tokyo. All he has is just a comrade in the army behind enemy lines!

"Uncle Jiu... is here..."

Outside the airport, Lin Sir was wearing a black suit, wearing a toad mirror, with a slightly locked brow, and greeted Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu looked at Lin Sir carefully when he heard this. Seeing that he was not injured or abnormal, he felt relieved, nodded, and thanked softly:

"Well...huh... please...Lin Sir..."

Lin Sir stepped forward, took Uncle Jiu's luggage, put it in the trunk of the car, then opened the car door, shook his head slightly, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Uncle Jiu is polite. Just call me Lin Zai. It's all right to be bothered or not!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu get in the car and sit firmly, Lin Sir stepped on the accelerator and slowly started the car.

"...How is your situation there? Is everything going well?"

In the car, both of them were silent. The shock and changes brought to them in just a few days and experience were so great.

Their fragile views were destroyed and reshaped over and over again, and the wounds healed, but they left scars, which were ugly and ugly.

They wanted to alleviate the awkward atmosphere in the car, but they didn't know what to say. How to say it, they had to barely talk about a topic and pretended to be very interested.

But the two of them actually wanted to do nothing except rest!

Looking at the dilapidated scene on both sides of the road, Uncle Jiu sighed slightly and said softly:

"It's not bad. Basically, all the developed cities in Japan are shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and many cities have completely become empty cities!"

“Yes…yes…”

"...Hi, I have nothing to say here. Let's talk about you, how are you doing recently, have you ever had any trouble?"

Uncle Jiu didn't want to talk about his own experience, especially when he didn't want to talk about the experiences of countless civilians who had no resistance died in his actions, so he casually found an excuse and changed the topic.

"I..."

When Lin Sir heard Uncle Jiu’s question, he was stunned. After a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said:

"My... nothing special, I just spend money every day... I lose money every day... but fortunately I have achieved some success. The Japanese economy has now completely collapsed... Well... I have made all the money I lost in the past, and it has doubled..."

Lin Sir's words were also perfunctory, and he didn't want to mention the situation where a group of people he had seen queuing up to jump off a building, or the whole family committed suicide by burning charcoal together.

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He was very familiar with the situation when the stock market crash came. During the stock market crash in 1973, all the police stations were busy, not to arrest some bad people, but to wash the floor and collect the body.

At this time, when he heard Lin Sir's slightly heavy tone, he naturally guessed the other party's experience. He opened his mouth to comfort him, but in the end he just sighed softly.

What can he persuade?

This is their choice. Isn't it?

Didn’t they cross the ocean just to avenge their revenge?

Now, not only have they revenged their hatred, but they have also implicated the other party's country and nation. Logically speaking, they should not be so discouraged and should be happy!

But they were just very depressed, without a trace of pleasure after revenge. Not only did they not have the pleasure of revenge, but they had a strong sense of guilt.

Seeing people's lives tragically dying for their own reasons, this feeling made them unable to be happy.

They are not Wang Xuebin, they have never experienced a battlefield with blood and corpses. The sense of justice and conscience make it impossible for them to watch the tragedy happen with a clear conscience, even if the other party is an enemy.

The car was slowly driving on the empty road, and there was silence inside and outside the car. There was no living figure on the road, and even the shadow of ghosts could not be seen.

‘Dingling...’

The rapid ringtone broke the silence atmosphere. The car seemed to be vivid in an instant. The two of them became a little more angry. They knew who called the phone!

"Uncle Jiu, storage compartment, phone number is in storage compartment!"

After hearing Lin Sir's reminder, Uncle Jiu realized that he stopped rummaging around. He quickly opened the storage compartment, took out the phone, and carefully stuck it in his ear after answering.

"Hello?"

"...Hmm? Uncle Jiu?"

In a park about 60 kilometers away from Tokyo, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged on a bench, eating breakfast while calling Lin Sir and the others.

After meeting Jia Yazi last night, Wang Xuebin ran away without any hesitation. Fortunately, Jia Yazi no longer had the will and acted on his instinct alone, so he was able to escape.

But even so, it took him a whole night to completely get rid of the Kako. It was not until the rising sun that he had the intention to find a place to relax and make up for the midnight snack he hadn't finished last night.

But this time he will definitely not drink eight-treasure porridge!

Tongguan Roujiamo in his left hand, and a cup of soy milk in his right hand, tilted his head and clamped the phone on his shoulder, eating and chatting.

"...You're in Tokyo, are you with Sir Lin?"

"...................... Lin Sir came to pick me up. He was driving!"

Wang Xuebin's mouth was bulging, and he drank a mouthful of warm soy milk and let out a long breath.

"Ah... It's no, I'm not far from Tokyo now!

By the way, except for Shizuka Fujiwara, all the top-notch senior executives will be awarded the title. If there is no problem with yours, we will be able to go home in no time!"

"...Go home... that... Guanlan...I..."

Listening to the hesitant tone on the phone, Wang Xuebin slowed down his eating action, clamped the Roujiamo in his left hand with his right hand, picked up the phone with his left hand, sat upright and asked:

"What's wrong? You said?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's happy tone, Uncle Jiu hesitated on the other end of the phone and was silent for a long time, but he still didn't say it.

"No...nothing...nothing...really..."

On the phone, Wang Xuebin frowned slightly and thought carefully. After just a moment, he guessed what Uncle Jiu refused to say.

He wanted Wang Xuebin to have one code for the Japanese country... No, it should be the one code for the Japanese country's civilians.

For Wang Xuebin, who had experienced the Anti-Japanese period, he never cared about civilians or uncivilians, because the Japanese did not care about our civilians at the time.

But Uncle Jiu is not, Uncle Jiu is not. If he does not have this kind of pity, Uncle Jiu will not be Uncle Jiu.

“...Okay...Wait until you want to say it, and when will you say it!

I have to find a way to find out the whereabouts of Shizuka Fujiwara. She is the first-class leader of Jiuju. My parents' body is still in her hands. If she doesn't die, I feel uneasy!"

When he heard Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was stunned, said for a moment, and said quickly:

"Okay... Be careful. If you need any help, call me again, and I can go and help you at any time!"

"...rest assured..."

As he said that, Wang Xuebin hung up the phone gently, raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

He casually sent the phone into the storage space, ate all the Roujiamo in a few bites, poured a bite of soy milk, and threw the bag into the trash can not far away.

"well..."

He sighed, stood up, took out a hair from the space, and prepared to do it. Uncle Jiu’s problem can be considered later. Now the first thing is to solve Fujiwara Shizuka first.

After all, the family must be neatly arranged!