Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 350 The Ring of the Crybaby
Nozomi Arakawa calculated the time. The recorder should have started recording when he came, so the time is easy to grasp, and it only needs to be adjusted to a few minutes later.

But at this moment, he was keenly aware of the sound of someone's footsteps coming from the toilet, which belonged to Xingyuan Daisuke.

"Can this man even urinate so quickly?" Arakawa asked with a click of his tongue.

In desperation, he could only take the voice recorder and quickly leave the store.

Because this is a self-service barbecue, Daisuke Anyuan returned to his seat and grilled the beef.

Through the window and the road, Nozomi Arakawa breathed a sigh of relief on the other side of the street.

Fortunately, Xingyuan Daisuke is not so vigilant. If it were him, he would definitely be the first to check whether there is anything missing in the handbag.

But in this way, I can inquire about the content of the man's conversation.

There must be something wrong with that conversation, Nozomi Arakawa thought, and pressed the replay button.

If you really came to express your gratitude, why did you bring a voice recorder?

And when the recorder was taken out of the bag, it was still recording.

Nozomi Arakawa fast forwarded the time by about 2 minutes.

"Sorry, excuse me."

With the sound of men's footsteps, the hustle and bustle of the shop became quieter, and the sound of a car rang out at the same time.

"Looks like it's already outside the store..."

Nozomi Arakawa held the recorder close to his ear.

Because it is placed in the bag, the sound recorded by the recording will be relatively small.

"What, what's the matter?" Daisuke Xingyuan's voice sounded, with some panic in his tone.

"I guess you're not stupid enough to blackmail someone from Qianyue's family?"

Although it was very faint, Nozomi Arakawa still keenly caught another voice.

"When, of course not..."

"That's good, bring people tomorrow."

When he got here, he hung up the phone. Arakawa looked at Daisuke Xingyuan who was eating well through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and unknowingly broke the recording pen in his hand.

well.

He was worrying about how to return the recorder.

But it doesn't seem to be needed now.

Nozomi Arakawa probably understood.

Daisuke Xingyuan probably wanted to hand over Xingyuanchun to someone to repay the debt, but found out that her daughter was living in Qianyue's house, so she couldn't help but want to blackmail her, but unfortunately the other party's deadline was very strict. So when he came back, he could only change his words and say that he came to thank Qianyue's family.

Nozomi Arakawa leaned against the wall, silently waiting for Daisuke Kyozono to finish his last meal.

Because from now on, that guy may only be able to eat liquid food.

I and Qiuyue kindly helped to take care of his daughter, and it's fine if I didn't thank him sincerely, but I still want to take the opportunity to blackmail him?

Even if we don't talk about it, selling his daughter to pay off his debt is not something an upright man can do.

It's a pity that it's not convenient to do it here, and he can't just rush to the barbecue restaurant to drag Daisuke Xingyuan out.

It's better to follow the guy back to his residence or to a quiet place before starting.

Nozomi Arakawa was very patient. He hid in the shadow of the alley and waited quietly.

At this moment, he saw two people looking into the store furtively, but he didn't pay attention.

Most of these people are pickpockets. Sometimes in this kind of shop, you can meet the kind of customers who drink too much. The pickpockets will pretend to be customers to go in, have a good meal, and come out with multiple wallets. .

After waiting for two hours, the man finally walked out of the store after eating and drinking.

Daisuke Xingyuan drank a lot of wine, he was drunk, and his footsteps were a little flimsy. With a white shirt and suit, he looked exactly like the office workers who came out of the izakaya on the street, but there were not many around Colleagues are helping.

He walked along the wall, completely oblivious to Arakawa Nozomi who was following up from behind.

Nozomi Arakawa and Daisuke Xingyuan kept a distance of more than ten meters, hidden in the flow of people passing by.

After more than ten minutes, we finally arrived at a relatively remote place.

Before Wang Arakawa started, he took out his mobile phone and sent Qiu Xue a text message, saying that he might go back later and told her not to worry.

Just after clicking send, Daisuke Xingyuan slipped into the side alley while some people brushed past him.

Arakawa Wang frowned, but instead of following, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Because Daisuke Xingyuan's movements are very unnatural, it is better to say that he was dragged in than that he ran in on his own initiative.

"I remember when I passed by a UNIQLO clothing store just now, there was an alley leading to Second Street..."

After a while, Nozomi Arakawa found the alley and plunged into it.

He quickly climbed from the alley to the top of the building, and ran all the way to the alley where Daisuke Xingyuan was dragged into.

And there, Daisuke Xingyuan was surrounded by a few hooligans, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, it seemed that he finally woke up from the wine.

Nozomi Arakawa simply sat down to watch the show, thinking that this guy was unlucky enough, he was beaten up to throw up right after eating.

But he hoped that the gangsters would be more ruthless, and simply paralyze Xingyuan Daisuke, unable to get out of bed for the rest of his life.

This kind of scum, it would be cheaper for him to simply die.

But he just thought about it, the punks probably wanted to blackmail this man in a suit and leather shoes, right?
"It's a pity that this guy not only has no money, but also owes a huge debt and wants his daughter to pay it back."

Arakawa sat on the top of the building, like a spectator in a circus, admiring the performance of a group of monkeys below.

But suddenly he saw the face of one of the punks, the guy who was sneaking around in front of the barbecue shop before.

"Asshole! Then why do you still want to meet with the Qianyue family!?"

The leader of the hooligans took a baseball bat and slammed it on Daisuke Xingyuan's leg.

"Yah!!"

Daisuke Xingyuan let out a cry of grief, probably he did not expect his behavior to be known by the other party.

This is the depths of the alley, even if someone outside heard the sound, they would not dare to check it out.

"I, I, I was wrong... Please give me another chance, I will bring people tomorrow!"

"Bring people here, and our debts will be canceled! Otherwise, you will be waiting to sleep in Tokyo Bay tomorrow night!"

Nozomi Arakawa pinched his chin, he suddenly thought of a question.

Xing Yuanchun, a girl in the third grade of elementary school, why should she use it as the capital to repay the debt?

His back was chilled, and he suddenly thought of the recent serial disappearances of elementary school students...

Not only elementary school students, but also middle and high school students have disappeared inexplicably. Because the incidents are divided into various areas in Tokyo, the police cannot confirm that this is a man-made case for the time being.

…but what about joint crimes spread across different districts?

Thinking of this, Nozomi Arakawa took out a paper figurine, and then an old ring appeared in his hand.

——[Crybaby's Ring], the word "Chuan Chan" is engraved on the inside of the ring.

The gangsters below were still beating Daisuke Xingyuan. The gangster sat on the side of the glove box, smoking a cigarette, watching the gangsters teach the disobedient man a lesson.

Then he heard a voice.

A very sad voice, very much like his cry when his mother died.

He couldn't help being attracted by the sad tone, threw away the bloody baseball bat in his hand, and walked towards the depths of the alley alone.

(End of this chapter)