While Kiryu and Ma were chasing the car with bare hands, Shigeru Ikeda came near the address marked on the note.
On the way, he found a map at the newsstand that was distributed free of charge by the Tokyo Metropolitan Tourism Department, and now he confirmed his location against the map.
The map is not detailed enough to directly find the corresponding house number, Shigeru Ikeda decided to complete the disguise first, and then slowly touch it.
He unwrapped the clothes he had just brought home in a hurry—this home refers to the dojo, and Shigeru Ikeda had already moved his daily necessities to the guest room at the main entrance of the dojo in the way of ants.
He quite likes the environment of the guest room. There is a small kerosene stove in the room, which can not only boil water but also make simple food. It is very suitable for cooking noodles after returning from work. Although the fan is a bit old, Ah Mao is not very afraid of the heat .
Amao took out the uniform he wore when delivering food at the ramen shop. He just brought the uniform back to clean it when he got off work yesterday, and now it comes in handy.
After changing into his uniform, Ah Mao locked the car in a corner and pretended to be a ramen clerk who came to collect ramen tableware.
Japanese ramen shops generally use special ramen boxes to deliver takeaways. They will leave the box and bowls of ramen at the customer's house, and send someone to pick them up later.
So it's not surprising that a delivery man in uniform but without a ramen box is on the road.
Moreover, there are many ramen shops in Japan, and the clerks who send them outside wear similar clothes, and there are often unfamiliar faces among the part-time workers, so Amao judges that this disguise should be quite effective.
Shigeru Ikeda walked down the street, trying to make his steps look as light and easy as possible.
As he walked, he looked at the house number quietly with the corner of his eye.
This neighborhood is much more deserted than Amao imagined.
Even before it was completely dark tomorrow, there were already very few pedestrians on the road, most of the shops were deserted, and many shops were even preparing to close.
The whole street was haunted by a gloomy atmosphere, and there was only a tavern that Amao passed by, which was noisy and exuded some popularity.
Ah Mao recalled the route on the map and turned left at the next intersection.
After turning into this fork, pedestrians are basically invisible, and only Amao walks on the narrow road with a width that can only pass one car.
The funniest thing is that the signs on the ground indicate that this is not a one-way street.
If two cars traveling in the opposite direction meet on this road, either one of them has to reverse the car and go back the same way, or it has to borrow a certain yard on the road as a temporary stop.
Amao continued to peek at the sect, while paying attention to whether there was anyone hiding somewhere to watch the wind.
Suddenly, without any warning, the loudspeaker at the intersection played Dvořák's "From the New World".
Amao couldn't help raising his head, and glanced at the broadcast speakers—there are fewer and fewer broadcast speakers like this in Tokyo.
One day in the future, "From the New World" telling children that they should go home will no longer be heard in Tokyo.
Shigeru Ikeda withdrew his gaze and continued to do his own thing, but he couldn't help but think of what Senior Sister Jinguji said when he was listening to the chat between the master and the senior sisters one day.
"Playing from the new world every night is a difference. Certain places in Tokyo will be between yin and yang after the song is played and before the sun rises the next morning. Events such as the disappearance of the gods often happen In these places."
The so-called hidden spirit is similar to the experience of Chihiro's family strayed into the God Realm in "Spirited Away".
"Shenyin," Shigeru Ikeda murmured in a low voice, "If I don't come back, will I be regarded by Senior Sister Jinguji as having encountered the Shenyin incident?"
For a moment, Shigeru Ikeda wanted to go home and leave everything to the police.
But in the end, he still decided to carry out his own justice.
He continued to move forward, and there was a recessed area on the wall on the left side in front of him, which may have been specially reserved for cars passing in the opposite direction.
It could also be a simple parking space.
Shigeru Ikeda didn't pay much attention, and continued to walk while paying attention to the house number and possible watchers.
He came to the hollow in the wall.
There are indeed two parking spaces, with white lines drawn on the ground.
And between the two parking spaces, there is a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wears an overly bright red scarf around his neck.
Obviously everything around was coated with a layer of orange-yellow by the sunset, but the red scarf was still incomparably conspicuous amidst the orange-yellow.
"Why is there a statue of Jizo here?" Shigeru Ikeda scratched his head, ignored the Jizo, and moved on.
Jizo looked at him quietly, just like he looked at those men with determination before.
**
The phone rang suddenly, and Qiu Dongwan answered the phone: "Meat Factory."
"Second Brother," Qi Chengzai's voice came from the receiver, "You may not believe it, but Rong Jun overturned his car."
"Discovered by the police?" Qiu Dongwan said while turning on the TV with the remote control, wanting to see if there was any news bulletin.
Japanese TV stations are not of the same mind as the police. If there is an exchange of fire between the police and gunmen in the street, they will definitely report it widely, regardless of whether it will affect the police's handling of the case.
"No, that's why I said you wouldn't believe it." Qi Chengzai's voice was subtle, "The master of the dojo, the elder brother of the kidnapped, Kiryu and Ma, caught up with Rong Jun's car and drove them Killed them all, and rescued my sister intact."
"Nonsense, how is this possible. Rong Jun and Quan Haozhen are snipers, and it is true that they fight hand-to-hand, but there are capture experts Zheng Taixian and submachine gunner Fang Zhixi in the car, right? Are Tongsheng and Ma a three-headed six-armed? Can they fight?" Are these people still unharmed?"
"He beat him." Qi Chengzai said, "Rong Jun's partner and Zheng Taixian sank together with the car, probably dead. Fang Zhixi was kicked out of the car on the way. I don't know where he is now, anyway. die."
Qiu Dongwan took a deep breath: "Damn. Take your team and wait for me at the old place, and I'll meet you right away. We need to find Fang Zhixi before Jidao and the police find him."
"Understood, waiting for you."
Qiu Dongwan hung up the phone, and then put his hands on his forehead.
"Although I was the one who arranged for the sniper team to drive, the loss is too incredible." After saying that, he stood up and left the slaughterhouse director's office where the phone was placed.
Engineer Shan Mingmin was smoking at the door of the factory manager's office, and saw Qiu Dongwan come out with a puzzled expression on his face: "What's wrong? Something happened?"
"Pian Rongjun's partner was fucked by a high school student, do you believe it?"
Shan Mingmin laughed loudly: "How is that possible! Although they are weak in hand-to-hand combat, they are still sharpshooters even with pistols. What's more, Zheng Taixian and Fang Zhixi are two assaulters together."
Qiu Dongwan didn't respond, but only ordered: "I'll go out for a while, you guard here, if you see the police, tear up your ticket and leave, and if you see Ikeda Shigeru, arrest him."
"Got it... Wait, the fuck was it just a joke?" Shan Mingmin's expression became extremely serious.
Qiu Dongwan didn't say anything, and strode out of the factory building, went to the small parking lot of the slaughterhouse, and got into the private car parked next to the cold chain truck.
Drive out of the gate of the slaughterhouse and walk along the narrow road.
Go straight along this road, and you can see the fake address sent to Shigeru Ikeda.
Even if Shigeru Ikeda called the police directly, the police would only waste time looking at the vacant building at the fake address, and would not even notice anything unusual about the slaughterhouse two hundred meters away.
And if Shigeru Ikeda came in person, the moment he stopped in front of the false address, he would be the turtle in the urn.
Qiu Dongwan passed the house number of the fake address and continued on his way.
He suddenly saw a guy from a ramen shop by the side of the road, probably here to collect ramen utensils.
Unexpectedly, there are still people ordering ramen on this street. Qiu Dongwan curled his lips.
He didn't want to care who ordered the ramen, he just wanted to quickly find the guy who might be a deserter, and take a look at who the high school student who killed his four-member team was.
The car passed the man.