I am a writer in Tokyo

Looking at Takehiro Kosaka's slightly bulging arms, Oshima Kazuya and Kitajima Koma became more convinced that their decision to ask him for help was absolutely correct.

They just knew that Takehiro Kosaka was a very strong man, but they didn't have a very intuitive idea of ​​how strong he was.

Now it seems that there is a high probability that they will have no problems at least in terms of security.

They originally had a better solution for this matter, such as hiring a private detective to investigate or using their connections to get to the bottom of the matter.

Perhaps it was because Koma had not expanded his social circle during this period, or perhaps it was because Oshima Kazuya spent all day in Ito Tavern, when they really wanted to find someone, they were surprised to find that their interpersonal relationships were so simple.

Looking back at this time, Oshima Kazuya began to realize that according to common sense, the place they seemed to often go to should be Kabukicho, not...

Oshima Kazuya looked around and saw that the "regular troops" who were called to help were very silent.

The crowd did not continue to wait in the tavern for Mr. Matsuo, who might have arrived by some unknown means of transportation. Instead, after having lunch, the crowd, led by Takehiro Kosaka, set off towards their destination.

"Come to think of it, we haven't visited Mr. Kaneda since he left."

Oshima Kazuya suddenly remembered and turned his head to talk to Koma, but he was not beside him.

"Maybe he didn't really want to. He probably thought it would be less glorious if his funeral was included in the book."

Kitajima Koma's voice came from the bushes on the other side, and then Koma was seen holding a wine bottle in his hand, most likely the same one that the guy seen at night was holding.

"Don't they treasure this thing very much?" Boss Ito remembered that basically every morning at dawn, there would be a lot of guys in torn clothes running to the streets looking for wine bottles.

They basically use alcohol to numb their cognition every day, but because they don't have extra money to buy alcohol, they mostly rely on exchanging empty wine bottles for a little.

To some extent, wine bottles are their means of survival.

If you put yourself in the shoes of a detective, this is a very telling flaw.

Boss Ito thought a lot. He had basically never experienced anything like this before. Now that he had this opportunity, he couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts.

“No one knows what a homeless person thinks.”

"So in fact, classes in the world have always existed. If you simply want to break down classes, it is completely idealistic. If you use harsh words, then it is a fantasy." Koma followed Oshima Kazuya's words very appropriately.

This made Mr. Oshima a little bit unable to adapt for a while. Although what he said was correct, he always felt that it was not a very appropriate time to express it.

Oshima Kazuya held his breath for a long time, and finally blurted out: "This world needs idealists."

Boss Ito didn't understand what they were saying, and clapped as usual, but Takehiro Kosaka next to him looked thoughtful.

The place where Mr. Kaneda lived before was not very far from them. Before they got there, they could see the rags of cloth that were used as roofs under the bridge waving in the wind, just like the girls soliciting people at the alleys with neon signs.

As we got closer, we could see more clearly the people lying in all directions below.

Clothes were originally created to cover private parts or serve as partitions. With the advancement of productivity, clothes have been given more meanings, such as social status.

At this time, most of the people sleeping in the wind were wearing very incongruous clothes. Some of them wore long pants on the lower body but several short-sleeved shirts on the upper body, stretching their bodies horizontally like nesting dolls; some wore thick clothes but did not have a pair of suitable trousers. The autumn cold directly set in their legs and poked into their bones from time to time.

The place where Kaneda Kaneko was had long been replaced by a different tent, and there was no trace of the cat's nest.

Just as he said, all traces of his existence had long since disappeared in the wind.

"Maybe his funeral will be a simple one too." Takehiro Kosaka scratched his head several times, and when he realized that he didn't have a hat, he put his hands down awkwardly.

"I heard that after a person dies, it is usually the blood relatives who press the cremation button. As for him..." He asked the question at the wrong time, so the last word was dragged out.

Everyone was silent for a long time and did not want to answer Takehiro Kosaka's question. Then Kazuya Oshima slowly spoke: "So, what should we do next?"

Revisiting an old place always makes people feel that time flies. If there are memories of an old friend living here, and it happens that this old friend has passed away, these emotions will always come to people's mind inadvertently.

Although my eyes didn't get wet, I always felt like there was something blocking my heart.

Ju hadn't figured out what to do next, but he had a hunch that the person occupying Mr. Kaneda's place should be the one they were looking for.

This is probably a kind of telepathy that is hard to explain.

"Then we should keep an eye on him?" Boss Ito's mind was not suitable for such complex logical calculations. His idea was very simple. He would go over and ask someone.

But this is the same as walking up to the murderer and asking him if he is a murderer. In most cases, the knife will be deeply inserted into him before you even ask the question.

"There's a guy here who is said to have returned from abroad." A voice floated over from behind: "It is said that he didn't do well abroad, so he ran back to China. At that time, there was a woman who followed him back to China.

The two of them were inseparable or something like that, and I'm not really clear on what exactly happened, but one thing is clear is that in the end he got together with us.

But I think this person has some psychological problems. He probably can't stand seeing others do better than him or something. He hates rich people or people with status."

Everyone tensed up and when they turned around, they saw an old man with few clothes on standing behind them.

"Teacher Writer, how did you find time to come here?" The old man obviously knew Ju, because the wrinkles on his smiling face gathered together to form deep ravines, and the yellow teeth in his mouth were no different from rotten chrysanthemums.

Ju remembered him, the old man sitting opposite Mr. Kaneda at that time.

"I want to come and see Jintian..."

"Ah, Mr. Kaneda's place has actually always been preserved. No one would choose to be there before he came." The old man seemed very happy when he saw that Ju remembered him. He kept rubbing his clothes back and forth with his hands. However, this had no meaning other than making the clothes become more shiny and thin. He probably just sought psychological comfort.

"So that's the guy you mentioned who came back from abroad?"

"correct."

Suddenly, Koma felt that this was in some sense Mr. Kaneda's legacy. (End of this chapter)