Chapter 496 Aid

After leaving the convenience store, there is constant traffic on the street. The traffic lights at the crossroads in the distance are jumping. Pedestrians riding bicycles stand at the end of the zebra crossing and look at the crowd on the other side from a distance. What is between them is the bright sunshine at noon. People's skin is so tanned that it looks dazzling white, and the black shadows on the ground are as straight as telephone poles. When the green light turns on and you start walking, the shadows intersect with each other. Sometimes you stare at it in a daze for too long, and you can't help but feel guilty. A dizzy feeling unique to summer.

After leaving the 24-hour convenience store, the man walked along the shadow cast by the wall on the side of the road. Half of his body was exposed to the sun. The peaked cap blocked most of the sun, and the black cover on his face made it difficult to see. Looking at his face, he held the plastic bag of the lunch in his hand, hiding it in the shadow to prevent it from being spoiled by the heat.

The place where he lived was very close to the convenience store. After walking straight for only two hundred meters, he arrived. The wall beside him also reached the end. Turning the corner to the right, there was a large open yellow land exposed to the sun. The ground was full of potholes, and even the cement There is no paved floor, cans and white garbage can be seen everywhere. It is an overseas place that even the sanitation workers are too lazy to deal with.

Deep in the open area stands a four-story residential building that is a little older. The contrast between the exposed red bricks and plaster walls is dazzling. The entire exterior wall is mottled like an old woman who cannot be saved even with heavy makeup. s face.

Just like its appearance, its age can be considered as an old building in disrepair with half of its legs buried in the ground. Someone saw it here twenty years ago, and it has been twenty years since the rapid changes. In fact, in the early years, the Osaka City Planning Bureau also said that this building would be demolished. The documents were almost approved, but they were blocked. It seemed that they could not agree on compensation for the demolition, which made the people above who wanted to get money a little angry. , so I wanted to be tough, but later I discovered that the owner of this building had a tougher background than imagined. It seemed to be related to the top relationship in the Kansai underworld. He suddenly withered in the middle of the toughness.

It is said that the pendulum reached the front of the building and then drove back in despair. The owner of the residential building even stood on the top of the building in a pair of flip-flops, with his floral shirt waving like a flag behind him in the wind, watching the pendulum swing open. In front of him, he swept over the construction workers wearing hard hats below with a stern look. After making a phone call in front of everyone, he stepped on the hanging hammer and pointed to the street and said, "Go back to where you are." How windy it is.

It may also be that the two parties were too strict when negotiating the terms, leaving little room for change. The building and the land were left vacant. There was no corresponding plan for more than ten years, and the building followed suit. The land has been abandoned, and there are all kinds of strange people living in it. There are female escorts who work in Kabukicho, there are also cowherds who are not very successful in opening a cowherd shop and are still familiar with the business. Most of them are still suffering from the society. The beaten social animals and temporary workers.

Everyone who lives here seems to be rotten here just like the land and the building. I don’t know how long it will rot. It may be more than ten years at a time. I don’t know if the people inside can’t bear it and die first. , or this building could not stand the disrepair first and was destroyed by a small earthquake.

The man accurately found a trail made by the residents of the residential building from the garbage pile on the yellow land. He slowly carried his lunch and walked through the open space to the downstairs. He touched the keys and went upstairs. In the corridor The walls are covered with graffiti, ranging from small advertisements for color services, websites for making fake documents, to red-painted "XXX If you don't pay back the money, I'll kill your whole family", it's so exciting that it looks like a post-modern art drawing.

The man went up to the third floor. He lived in 1303, a room with no special features in the building. The neighbor on the left was an employee of a pachinko chain store. His working hours could be said to be endless, and he got up earlier than the gamblers. He slept later than the gamblers, and the dark circles under his eyes were thicker than those of a panda every day. He often joked with his neighbors that if he saw that the garbage at his door was not thrown away, he could call the police directly, because he would probably die suddenly in his room.

The neighbor on the right is a woman who works as a bartender at an izakaya. She is in her late teens, wearing heavy makeup, and her house is full of wine bottles. She often makes jokes about the man, saying he looks fierce and should he consider finding a job as a security guard at an izakaya. As long as she played with her for one night, she introduced the man to the manager of the izakaya. The man ignored her, and she had no reaction to it. She just laughed a few words and went into the room to continue drinking. If the waiter at the pachinko shop If my brother will die of overwork in the future, then this woman will probably die of alcoholic hepatitis.

In fact, in the eyes of the neighbors, compared to their ubiquitous jobs and identities, the men living in 1303 are more mysterious, because no one knows what a man's job is. At most, they only know that the man has a fixed routine every night. I went out at midnight and came back in the early hours of the morning. I never brought anything like a briefcase with me. I left empty-handed and came back empty-handed, but unexpectedly I never defaulted on the rent (this is a rare thing in this building) things), but life is very difficult.

Many people speculate that he is a gangster, but they feel that although the Japanese gang has declined in recent years, it is not as depressed as a man. Some people speculate that what the man did must be disgraceful, but there is no evidence.

It is common for everyone to have their own secrets in this place where everyone is sweeping the snow in front of the door. The things that I am curious about and seriously want to find out have never happened. At most, I pass by 1303 doors and go to the window with the curtains tightly drawn. Take a quick look, but you won’t see much anyway. You can only keep your curiosity fresh. It’s always good to keep some freshness in a life that is like mud. After all, there must be something driving you to move from 30 square meters to 30 square meters every day. The room is crawling up, isn't it?

The man went up to the third floor from the corridor and walked toward the open-air corridor on the third floor while touching his keys. But before he took a few steps outside, he slowed down because he found a man standing in front of his room, looking towards the room with a sly look. Looking out of my own window, I almost pressed my face against it.

In fact, the word "spy-faced" is not a very good one. It is more appropriate to describe a person with a treacherous face. But the guy standing in front of 1303 does not look cunning, but is surprisingly beautiful. From outside the open-air corridor Judging from the large swath of sunlight shining in, it was a girl, a pretty young girl with light makeup on her face. She was wearing a uniform from an unknown high school. The wind blew through her clothes and lifted them up, revealing the white and tender skin underneath. , holding a box in front of him with both hands, he was repeatedly stepping on his feet and taking deep breaths with a nervous look on his face.

"." The man stood in the shadows and stared at the girl for dozens of seconds. When the other party was about to knock on the door, he finally took a step out and walked all the way to the girl's side.

Before the girl knocked on the door, she noticed the man's arrival. Her eyes lit up and she suppressed the nervousness she had shown before. She took a few steps back to make way for the door and looked at the man. Put on a smile and say, "Are you a resident here?"

"." The man didn't answer the girl at all. He flipped through the keychain with one hand and found the key to the door, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it open. He walked in with the plastic bag in hand. Before the girl could say anything, she took half a step forward. The door slammed on her face. The wind and loud sound made her face stiff, and her hair flew around her ears and fell down.

The girl stood in embarrassment in front of the door of 1303 for half a minute. Her back was numb from the sun. Finally she gathered her thoughts, raised her hand and started knocking on the door again. She kept knocking for a full minute. Just then, the door opened. The man who opened the door was still staring at her with a juicy fried chicken bento that he had just eaten two bites. He still said nothing, but his dark eyes made the girl nervous and confused, but she still did her duty. He said his opening remarks, "Um. I heard that people here are very stressed. Do you need door-to-door stress relief services?"

"." The man chewed the chicken steak in his mouth and looked at the quail-like girl in front of him expressionlessly. Anyone with eyes could tell that this girl was a novice on the road, and it was particularly embarrassing to learn all the clichés, because the man knew that he was really skilled. Residential assistance socialites will not talk like this. They will only ask you to sit in a newly opened coffee shop next door. If you refuse, they will politely say that drinking coffee at your house is actually the same, and then everything will become a matter of course. Already.

The girl stood in front of the door and felt the other person's gaze falling on her like needles. It was too quiet. The man's expected reaction was almost completely different from what she imagined. He just looked at her without saying a word for a whole minute. , it made her feel uncomfortable and hairy, and she wanted to turn around and run away, but the persistence in her heart and the agreement with others made her persist in the oppression of this dilemma, and she tried to stand up straight, as if she wanted the less fully developed body. The breasts attract the other person's attention.

"How old are you?" Finally, the man spoke.

"16 years old." The girl immediately raised her head and said.

Mr. Ryoichi had told her to answer her true age when asked about her age. She could directly apply her own template to school and family issues, because nothing is more convincing than reality.

"name."

"Jingchuan dance." the girl said.

"16 years old?"

"Yes. I'm currently studying in the girls' high school over there at the TV building." The girl turned her head and pointed in a direction in the distance.

"native."

"Yes."

"Why do you do this?"

"Um" Jingchuan Wu was asked instantly, because the man's question was too much. Would the client ask the lady why she went into the sea? Probably yes? But she really wasn't ready for the answer to this question. She held it in for a while before she finally came up with it, "I ran away from home. I have no money."

“If you don’t have money, go work in a convenience store.”

"I don't have the relevant documents and the convenience store owner won't accept me."

"Then you shouldn't be doing this." The man said, "First time?"

"Yes." Jingchuan Wu swallowed her saliva, "A friend recommended me to come."

"Male or female?"

"male."

"What's in the box?"

"Props."

"Provided by a friend?"

"Yes."

"Then your friend really deserves to be beaten into a concrete pillar and sunk in the bay." After saying this, the man turned around and closed the door with a expressionless expression while holding the lunch box. "If you lived further away, I would have called the police, since you are a local. Then go back and read your book, this business is not for you and it is not for any girl."

Then with a bang, the door slammed shut again.

Have you been rejected?

Jingchuan Wu was stunned. She stood there and was hit by the same door again. This was different from what was written in the script. According to the script, she should have sealed the second safety exit in the toilet of the rental house by now. And this man should also be addicted to various bed props in the box. But now she didn't even enter the door!

Unwilling to give up, she gritted her teeth and knocked on the door again. This time she only knocked for a few seconds before the door opened. She was about to raise her head and smile and continue to promote herself, but before she could say anything, she received a slap on the cheek. , and almost slapped her to the ground. The sun burned the red marks on her face and it hurt.

"Let me get out before I feel disgusted with you." The man looked at the girl who took a few steps back and said calmly, "Girls of your age should study in school instead of running away from home to do this, like you There are many girls your age who don’t have the opportunity to study if they want to, so you’re taking jobs from them instead?”

"I" Jingchuan Wu almost cried after receiving such a merciless slap. Before she could defend herself, the door in front of her was slammed shut again!

She stood blankly in the sun-drenched corridor, feeling that she was terribly wronged. She wanted to cry but couldn't find anyone to cry to. After basking in the sun for a while and calming down, she took out her mobile phone and opened a contact. A text message went over, recounting what had just happened.

A minute later, she received another letter. The content of the text message was very simple, and it also gave her a solution to the current dilemma.

"Keep knocking on the door, and this time call him by name."

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