I want to be a good person

The streets were bustling with people coming and going, and ghosts shouting and screaming.

The Japanese and the Special High Police focused on ordinary people, and judging people by their clothes is a unique culture of East Asians.

When there is an abnormality, they subconsciously target the poor from the bottom up. They will comfort themselves and are unwilling to believe in the rich, powerful and influential people. Even if the evidence is conclusive and laid out on the table, they will still defend, excuse and plead for them.

Zhang Aiguo strolled into a pharmacy.

"welcome."

Japanese?

When the male shop owner saw that Zhang Aiguo did not respond, he immediately spoke in northern Mandarin with a southern accent.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Are there any old medicines?"

"Which one do you need?"

The store is not particularly large, it combines Chinese and Western medicine, with a store in front and a warehouse in the back for living.

"Ginseng, Korean ginseng, tiger bones and tiger penis, old wine will do, and bear gallbladder!"

"That's not cheap."

“Money is not a problem, as long as the goods are good.”

Zhang Aiguo took out a stack of Japanese yen and shook it.

"Hijen?"

"Well, the boss has been in China for many years?"

"Yes, ten years."

The store owner smiled and felt much more relaxed. Being able to use Japanese yen must mean that he has a good relationship with the Japanese and he is looking forward to the upcoming business.

He adjusted his glasses with his hand and turned to get the Korean ginseng from the cabinet.

He took out the key again and told his servant to go to the warehouse to get tiger bones and tiger penis, which had been soaked in aged wine for many years.

"Sir, you have found the right person. I have a lot of Korean ginseng and ginseng from the Northeast."

Where does the medicine come from?

Needless to say, it is not a kind method, but a bloody one, similar to the methods used by capital, one in the open and the other in secret.

It seems that the ghost has been found. It comes without any effort.

"Boss, are you married?"

"I have a daughter and a son, both in Kyushu."

“It’s really enviable, I’m really happy!”

"Yes, I miss them."

"Oh, I can help."

"you?"

The shopkeeper took off his glasses, flipped them up and down, and put them back on.

"You are joking, sir."

He moved and leaned forward again, still introducing.

"My two old ginsengs were not easy to come by. I spent a lot of money on them..."

His head seemed to be turning, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and there was a white towel.

"what…"

He only uttered half an exclamation, and a middle-level wakizashi with a white towel on the handle to prevent blood from splattering passed through his mouth and out the back of his head.

The Japs' knife forging technology is good, and it will be even better if it is blood-quenched.

"No kidding, I can help. Maybe your wife and daughter will join the volunteer team."

Fear made his eyes open wide, and his single eyelids tried hard to stay open.

He took back the wakizashi, and found the towel was red with blood. He held the towel in his left hand and wiped his head, but it fell to the ground.

When the boss sits on a chair, his head is always tilted and has no support.

I put on a towel, hid at the back door, and waited for the guy to come back.

The pharmacy was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the aroma of herbs. The devil's blood was a good medicine. Zhang Aiguo felt comfortable all over his body, his pores opened, and joy emanated from him.

"Boss, I'm back."

Holding a glass bottle, the color turned dull red, and a whole tiger whip was floating in it.

"I come."

Zhang Aiguo took it quickly, thinking that good things should not be wasted.

"Thank you sir, you're very polite."

"You're welcome."

While answering, he was distracted by putting away the medicinal wine, but his hands did not stop and he stabbed out with the wakizashi.

"you?"

Cool to the core.

The guy looked down and saw the tip of the knife sticking out of his chest and wanted to say something.

"You're welcome. It's my duty. I'm Hao Ren."

Amidst the devilish smile, the guy’s eyes went dark, his body turned cold, and he fell into nothingness.

They hung up a sign saying "Closed for Business" and closed the door.

He was picky about the medicines, choosing only the expensive ones, and took off the shopkeeper's watch.

More than thirty dollars and Japanese yen, and dozens of copper coins.

A sterling silver flat-top fountain pen with the word SILVER engraved on the top of the pen cap, drop-in ink filling, and the nib is actually gold.

Go out the back door, open the warehouse at the back, and continue to select useful medicines.

They didn't wipe out everything. They had only one purpose: to kill people, rob money, and create panic and chaos. Why should the Japanese live happily in China? Why?

Who gave us the right to build schools, residential areas, temples and sanctuaries?

Fight violence with violence, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, killing ghosts is to accumulate good karma.

Although some of the veterans who fought against the Japanese in their previous life had hard times and suffered, most of them lived long lives.

Zhang Aiguo felt that it was earned at the cost of the lives of the Japanese devils. It was the law of the universe: if you want to live long, kill the devils first.

He set up a tripwire under the corpse, ground the highly toxic drug into powder, put a paper bag on the tripwire, and gave his mask to the store owner.

He climbed out from the back wall, packed up his clothes, changed his appearance and walked back to the street.

It is actually difficult to tell whether Chinese people will be hurt by mistake. Look at the expressions of the Japanese men and women. They are so arrogant. In the place where the Japanese gather, Chinese people have a low status and will only knock on the door if they want to die.

The Japanese police would conduct random inspections. If they could speak Japanese, they would wave their hands to let you pass, but if they spoke Mandarin, they would check you thoroughly from head to toe.

In the overall situation, we should also worship foreign things and delete the borrowed operations. The rest needs to be learned from, and we should not blindly belittle or reject them.

The waiter's body was placed at the door as a friendly reminder. No trip mines were used, but the door had to be opened to welcome guests. Congratulations on getting the multi-headed ghost.

Sitting quietly in a Japanese restaurant, eating terrible food.

The fish was tortured to death and turned into sashimi.

The cold rice balls and the fine sake that tasted bland were hard to swallow.

The Japanese learned from the Tang Dynasty and now use a large number of Chinese characters, many of which are traditional Chinese characters. Their writing system reform was later forced by the United States.

The most cruel people in the previous life were the South Koreans. They were completely abandoned and, in a sense, their historical roots were cut off.

The so-called Black Star Movement is not all good. From a dialectical point of view, the roots of China were almost completely cut off. Fortunately, the Chinese characters have not been wiped out and there are carriers for inheritance.

Xun Ge'er once shouted: If Chinese characters are not eliminated, China will perish.

No one is perfect!

What are the Japs' strengths?

In 1948, 1.7% of Japan's population was completely illiterate and 0.4% was semi-illiterate, which together accounted for only 2.1% of the total population.

In China during the same period, the illiteracy rate was generally believed to be 80%. This argument comes from the great man’s 1945 report “On Coalition Government”, and there are also different opinions as to 95%.

To survive in the Republic of China, ordinary people had already exhausted all their energy. Without an economic foundation to guarantee their survival, and without literacy, there was no extension and expansion of their thoughts. Masters might have been created for some inexpressible reasons.

The sun was turning, and a woman in a traditional kimono knocked on the door, but when there was no response, she reached out and pushed it.

"Squeak"

The door opened.

The guy was facing the door, and the blood that flowed out had coagulated into black clots.

"what"

The woman collapsed on the ground, shouting loudly: "Murder."

It’s Japanese again, observe the color and identify the sound.

Several male ghosts and policemen started running.

He pulled out his pistol while running, and the police whistle sounded sharply.

He stood up, paid the bill with Japanese yen, and walked out the door pretending to be watching the fun. After a short pause, he turned around and left.

"boom."

"boom."

After several consecutive calls of "Flowers in bloom and wealth in prosperity", black smoke rushed out of the house and floated on the street.

A few more ghosts appeared on the street and began to maintain order on the street and stop people from running around.

Zhang Aiguo bypassed the crowd and prepared to head towards his next destination.

"stop!"