I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 173

This should be their first time facing death in a real sense.

Even the unrecognizable corpse in the closet just made them feel strange.

So, what follows is how to deal with the follow-up.

Oshima Kazuya also recalled: "The way they disposed of the body was to put the dead sister in the suitcase.

Then, in the middle of the night, a few people pulled the suitcase and buried it in the place they chose. "

"It's so pitiful." Ye Zi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said something.

Then I heard her muttering to herself.

The sound is very low.

"She came from the suitcase at the beginning, and when she died, she was also carried away in the suitcase."

Ye Zi's voice gradually took on a little sarcasm.

"That sounds a little ironic."

"I'm talking about fate."

Ye Zi looked at the sudden look in the eyes of everyone, pondered for a moment, and added a sentence.

Yes.

Fate is really ironic.

There will always be some unsatisfactory things in life.

At this time, more or less will lament the unfairness of fate.

However, if you encounter so-called unsatisfactory things, look at this matter in reverse.

Especially this youngest child.

Like a poor bug.

Then, at this time, you should no longer lament the so-called injustice of fate to yourself.

People more or less have some selfish psychological factors.

After they saw this situation.

The first thought deep in my heart is that this person is miserable, much worse than myself.

And then, after the thought had disappeared, it was... Poor kid.

Kazuo Oshima also finished telling the story.

As soon as the voice fell, the weather changed suddenly.

When he looked up again, the surroundings were already pitch black.

The wind began to grow restless.

Frequent howling in the air.

He even began to try to throw those rootless things that could be reached on the ground into the sky.

Like those wandering plastic bags or...cartons on the ground.

Under such circumstances, a thunderstorm appeared above.

While alarming the birds in the woods in the distance, it also alarmed the man who was rummaging carefully by the trash can.

In fact, he was nothing more than observing whether there were people around him.

It was precisely because someone passed by just now that he pretended to concentrate.

When he was about to enter the state, the sound of thunder made his face become a little panicked.

Then, the way he looked at the cardboard box at his feet also changed.

His body tensed up.

Like a frightened cat.

He stretched his hands forward several times, but they all stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

The people who had been observing silently at the corner not far away knew that they couldn't wait any longer.

So, he followed Mr. Miyai and walked forward slowly.

It wasn't until they were completely beside the man that they could see the whole picture.

original.

He wasn't rummaging through a trash can.

Instead, both hands were hanging down in the trash can, holding a towel in their hands.

The towel was twisted into a twist by him.

Then he kept gesticulating something towards the child.

At this time, he knew what his intention was without even thinking about it.

Mr. Miyai was wearing a uniform.

Under the dim sky, if you don't look carefully, you may think it is the local police patrolling.

The man swayed a bit.

When I wanted to go to the back, I was concerned that at this time, I needed to pick up the children on the ground and run away together.

But right now, they were walking very close, if they bent down to pick up something, it would definitely affect their speed of escape.

And at this time, his hands were still wrapped in towels.

Can't run at all.

Why did they appear at this time.

damn it.

It was hard to make up my mind.

Now it is very likely that because of this matter, I have to take myself into it.

"Sir, do you need to explain this matter?"

Mr. Miyai's voice was very low.

Can feel his seriousness.

"I think it should be able to map out some problems."

Mr. Miyai's words made the man stiffen.

Although the light is not very sufficient.

But you could see the unease on his face.

But then, he found the uniform on Mr. Miyai's body.

Not the police, but a security guard.

"I'm just a poor man with a child picking up trash here."

The helplessness on his body disappeared completely.

Instead, there is a sense of exhilaration after a catastrophe.

Ye Zi was irritated by the man's face.

Stretch out your finger, pointing at him and say you for a long time, looking at the man's scoundrel, just stomping on the spot.

"It shouldn't be like this."

The horse said something.

"But, I can't live anymore."

The man waved his hand rascally.

"If I can't survive, then she must not survive either.

It's better that she doesn't have to live anymore.

That way you don't have to suffer with me.

In the next life, find a good family. "

"But, it's a child."

The horse continued.

Then he saw the man's hands wrapped in towels spread out in front of the horse.

He said indifferently: "Well, if this is the case, give me the money.

It seems that you all sympathize with this child.

It's better that you come and raise her.

How good it is to achieve justice, kindness in your hearts, and the satisfaction that this kind of charity to poor people brings. "

One of the man's hands broke free from the towel.

Then he pointed to Kazuya Oshima and said.

"This gentleman is very well dressed, he should be a so-called upper-class person.

Then, I want to know, will the so-called upper class people stand on a high place and say to us poor people, if it is cold, why not heat it?

Why not eat meat when you are hungry? "

The man suddenly laughed.

Laughing very maniacally.

Maybe it was because his original fig leaf was torn clean.

No need to cover up.

So he, like a madman who lost his mind, roared in the rain.

Yes.

Just now, it was raining heavily.

"It's you guys."

He tapped them one by one with his fingers.

Only Mr. Miyai stayed on him for a while.

Then there was silence for a while, and a word came out: lackey.

"Look, if you have time to advise me here, it's better to do something meaningful, for example, think about how to give the poor a way out.

Of course, you can't do anything to me.

You have no proof. "

(End of this chapter)