It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

It's not delicious, the taste is average, far inferior to the tender foie gras he has eaten in the past, but this kind of noodles is the only food he can enjoy.

Putting down his briefcase, he called out to the boss: "As usual, have a bowl of noodles, add more ingredients, and some oden."

The owner of the ramen stand responded, "Okay..."

It is the Ming Dynasty dialect.

Satozaki knew that the boss was not from Yingzhou, and the other party's surname was Liu, and the two knew each other very well.

Boss Liu stared at Sato and said, "You've been running around all day long, and sooner or later your body will be exhausted, and you've posted all over Tokyo the missing person notices."

"Not enough, maybe outside of Tokyo," Satozaki said.

"You really don't give up."

"Of course I don't give up, hurry up, I'm hungry." Sato urged.

"I always come to eat noodles alone, and I still yell, you can't bring some guests..." Boss Liu complained.

"Next time, let's talk about it."

At this time, the cloth was lifted, and a young student sat in.

Boss Liu stood up and said no more.

"Boss, Uncle Sato." The person who came was a student with a cropped cut: "Come here for a bowl of noodles."

Sato nodded: "Hojo...he came alone again? Where's the girl who invited me last time?"

"Hey, don't talk about it, I hate coming to the small stall to eat and lose face, so I didn't want to come, but I'm just a student, how can I invite her to eat Western food?"

The student sighed: "Mika is a school idol, so you have to care about your emotions."

"Hey, when you are young, you care about saving face, but when you grow up, you will suffer." Sato sighed.

"Uncle is right, you can give me a staff officer again." The student approached with a playful smile: "You can tell there is a story at a glance. There must have been a very beautiful wife in the past."

Sato raised his head, and a loud laughter burst out from his skinny body: "Of course, my wife is beautiful. She was a famous beauty back then. Others pursued her, and tried everything to no avail. I just rely on Take her down with a bouquet of roses...

No one knew she actually liked white roses, but only a few people know how to grow them, and I had a hard time getting my hands on a bouquet. "

"Eh? So powerful, then what?"

"Then we got engaged, got married, and had a baby." Sato smiled when he said this, his eyes darkened immediately, and he took a sip of sake dully: "Let's talk about you, I remember your last time Bring a girl?"

"You mean Yui, right? She has been with me for five or six years."

"I think she's pretty good, better than the school idol you're after," Sato said.

"Huh? But she and I are not the same at all, and..."

"You think she's too rustic? Brat, you look too much at appearances. She has learned to make up and changed her hairstyle. She must be a beautiful girl. She has good features and a good figure, but she just hides it on purpose. She eats noodles." I have to put my chest on the cabinet all the time, how heavy is that?

She walks very dignifiedly, and her family education must be very good. She can greet a decadent uncle like me gently, and she will be a good wife. "

"But……"

"But what? She doesn't dislike you. She came to this stall to eat noodles with you, and she took care of you. She gave half of it to you, saying that she couldn't finish eating so much, and she took care of your face."

Sato patted the back of Hojo's head: "Believe what uncle said, I won't entrap you."

"That's right." The boy from Hojo laughed, swallowed the noodles, put down the money and ran away: "Uncle, see you later."

Sato waved his hand, raised it, and put it down again, his smile gradually changed from satisfied to depressed, and the vitality gained by the arrival of the boy disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Boss Liu put down the noodles and asked, "Thinking of your son?"

"Yeah, if my son is still here, he will look like this. I will also teach him how to chase the girls he cares about, and teach him to distinguish which ones are worthwhile and which ones are not."

Sato took a deep breath, buried his head in eating noodles, and said to himself: "There will be opportunities in the future."

The boss didn't say anything, but silently added some meat to him.

"Eat more meat. Seeing that you are only skin and bones left, eat more good ones."

Sato thanked him.

After eating, he regained some strength. Although the taste is still the same, he can taste a bit salty anyway.

Walking out of the stall, heading home, just as he walked to the door, he saw a man standing under the street lamp from a distance, taking off his hat and greeting him.

"Sakurai..." Sato approached, and asked nervously, "You came to me, did you finally find out the news?"

"I'm a detective anyway, and I have some professional ethics." Detective Sakurai wore a gray windbreaker and put his hat on his head: "However, because I'm running back and forth for investigations, I'm a little tight, can I pay in advance?"

"You have advanced 180 million yen in advance!" Sato said angrily, "I said, I won't give any more money!"

"Don't be so angry, this time is different from before." Sakurai raised his hand: "I really found the news."

"Really?" Sato was skeptical, and after a while, he still opened the door of the house: "Quick, come in and say!"

But as soon as he opened the door, he was hit hard by a sap on the back of the head. The beating made his consciousness become dizzy. Before he fell down, he saw Sakurai's apologetic eyes and two ferocious men like jackals, and his consciousness fell into a coma .

Chapter 89 Tragic

When Sato woke up again, he had been firmly bound to death.

The house was in a mess, being rummaged in various ways, and the sound of things breaking came from the second and third floors, accompanied by scolding.

"You guys, who are you?" His voice was weak, and his ears were still buzzing.

"They are lenders, and they are also underground fugitives." Detective Sakurai answered his question.

"A fugitive?" Satozaki still couldn't quite understand why the fugitive underground would find him.

"Because you are rich." Sakurai smiled wryly: "So they are eyeing you, you are rich, so let me play a play with them, and find ways to extract money from you through various methods."

Only then did Satozaki understand, and he glared at Sakurai: "Have you been lying to me all this time?"

Sakurai apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, I owe them a lot of money, and I can only cooperate with them in defrauding. This...is also my job. I am a con artist, not a detective."

"Then my son..."

"I never looked for it."

Satozaki was about to growl when suddenly a hand grabbed his collar, followed by a slap on the face.

"Old man, where did you hide your money!"

The underground fugitives who lent money were two brothers surnamed Che, Che Zhengmin and Che Zhenghe. They were not from Yingzhou, but from Dahan.

They smuggled here from foreign countries in order to make a fortune, and they also committed murder in Yingzhou. They were ruthless, so they were well-known in the underground world.

It's just that, compared to the threat of evil god believers, this kind of money-seeking murderer is more or less intelligent, so he escaped for more than ten years without being caught.

They came looking for money, but only found some worthless things. They were a little annoyed, and slapped Satozaki a few times, asking for the whereabouts of the cash.

In this era, most of the funds saved by families are not deposited in banks, but mostly at home, and wealthy families keep safes at home.

In fact, the brothers surnamed Che have also investigated. Satozaki has long since lost contact with the bank business, and they are sure that the safe is hidden at home.

"Say it!"

"Want to try what it's like to have your nails pulled out!"

Extorting a confession by torture is simply a robbery. They really have no patience. It took Sakurai three months to get 180 million out, and it is even more difficult to cheat money with empty teeth no matter what, so they simply decided to break in , grab a sum and run away.

Sakurai persuaded: "You, take out the cash."

Sato's mouth was full of rust, his old eyes were dim, and he smiled wryly: "How can I have so much money? Do you think that I have been looking for my son for six years without spending a dime? How many advertisements have I advertised? It's all money. , I’ve already run out of money.”

Boom!The violent Che Zhenghe smashed the old man's head on the table: "You think I'll believe you! Tell me the location of the safe!"

"I don't have that thing..."

"Hand over it!"

"Hehe, you killed me, but you didn't."

A one-sided beating followed.

Cha Zhengmin lit a cigarette and watched the scene with a blank expression: "This old man is really not afraid of death."

Sakurai watched and sighed. He knew that the old man's heart had died six years ago, but just watching him being tortured by his brother named Che, he still couldn't help but said, "The location of the safe can hide There are only a few places, the top of this house is triangular, there should be an attic, you go and have a look at it."

Cha Zhengmin took a deep look at Sakurai, saw him hairy, and then the two brothers sneered like poisonous snakes, turned around and went up to the third floor.

Sakurai helped Sato up, and was sprayed with saliva on the face: "It's hypocritical..."

The fraud master sat on the ground, swearing at himself, he just said: "I am a liar, good at deceiving others, and also good at deceiving myself, but I understand your feelings very well, it is all for the children."

Sato said nothing, just glared at Sakurai, but soon lowered his head wearily.

After a while, Che Zhenghe came down with a safe on his shoulders, and began to press again: "Password!"

"Use his child's birthday!" Sakurai took the initiative.

The password was correct, and the safe was opened, but what was inside was not rich cash or gold bars, but some photos, diaries, some old items, and even children's toys, all of which were old.

"As I said, I have no money." Sato said bitterly, "I really have no money."

"Damn it!" Che Zhenghe kicked the safe and glared at Sakurai: "You promise to get at least 1000 million!"

Sakurai frowned, but said quickly and calmly: "The title deed of the house may be able to..."

Sato laughed loudly: "It has already been mortgaged."

The brother surnamed Che, who couldn't bear it anymore, began to beat Sato violently. The old man lay on the ground, only staring at the children's toys that fell on the ground. He ate too much pain and just kept silent.

The two vicious thugs decided not to do one thing, but to continue: "Set it on fire, burn this place down! If you can't get the money, you have to destroy the evidence!"

Cha Zhengmin stared at the items in the safe, and said with a sneer, "Then start burning from this place!"

Sato's eyes widened suddenly, and he, who should have no strength, struggled to climb to the safe, and shouted: "No!"

It was his last treasure, his last breath.

Che Zhenghe found the pleasure of tormenting people, and immediately laughed wildly: "Hurry up!"

Flames ignited, consuming those in boxes, old photos, old objects, children's toys.

The fire eroded the treasures, and also ignited Sato's nostalgia for his wife and children, the past that he regretted and cherished so much.

In the burning fire, the photos were burned to ashes, and the only memory left by the beautiful wife was completely turned into nothingness.

The old man fell to the ground, coughing up blood, howling fiercely, screaming in pain, anger...the sound was so pathetic.