funbook-pk Chapter 193 Winning isn't about who's more miserable...
Chapter 193 Winning isn't about who's more miserable...
Chapter 193 Winning isn't about who's more miserable...
When Mikoshiba Kyoko saw Sato Natsumi appear, a sweet smile appeared on her face.
Because Kyoko Mikoshiba saw a sweet taste similar to love in the story of "Sleepless Town".
Although Sato Natsumi is a bar hostess with bad habits such as stealing, absconding with her boss's money, and lying, she would certainly be despised and repulsed in real society.
However, compared to the cunning old fox Yang Weimin who would betray his own people, the all-powerful Yuan Chenggui, the volatile and ruthless Cui Hu, and the insane Wu Fuchun, the story is still told.
Sato Natsumi was like a ray of light that appeared out of nowhere, illuminating Liu Jianyi, who was trapped in a bottomless pit.
It can be said that Sato Natsumi is the most normal character who appears in the first half of the book "Nightless City".
Mikoshiba didn't know how things would develop afterward.
However, given the current situation, Sato Natsumi will inevitably team up with Liu Jianyi to resolve the problems caused by Wu Fuchun.
This kind of male-female pairing storyline is quite reminiscent of the sweet moments that Maijo Kyosuke shared in his books!
Kyoko Mikoshiba is a staunch supporter of "science fiction-themed mystery," so she hasn't read many "hard-boiled mystery" works.
Fiction.
So before coming here, I didn't have high expectations for "Never Sleeps".
Even now, after reading about a third of the book, I haven't developed much interest at all.
However—things are different now. The appearance of Natsumi Sato is like a shot in the arm.
Kyoko Mikoshiba had long since abandoned the so-called "hard-boiled mystery" genre and read "Sleepless Town" as a romance novel.
Kyoko Mikoshiba was eager to know what Kenichi and Natsumi would experience in this dark and chaotic Kabukicho district of Shinjuku.
What will their final fate be?
I took Xia Mei out for steak, and then we went to Xia Mei's apartment.
The apartment has two rooms and plenty of sunlight; a place like this would be worth at least 50 million yen in Shinjuku.
Xia Mei said she used the money she had rolled over to pay the down payment, but I always felt something was off. I thought she must have other savings that she hadn't told me about.
"I'm going to take a shower, don't peek!"
Xia Mei went straight to the bathroom as soon as she entered the house.
I heard the shower and humming coming from inside the bathroom after the door closed.
She then tiptoed and opened the bathroom door.
Upon seeing Xia Mei's LV handbag on the washbasin, he stole her credit card and bank card.
I also checked her passport and driver's license.
It turned out that her passport was not stamped. Based on my understanding of the counterfeit industry, I knew for sure that this woman named Xia Mei had deceived me about her identity.
But that's normal; I myself have many fake identities.
For example, I only have a Japanese passport; all the other passports are forged.
There's no special need for doing these things.
I'm just worried that one day I won't be able to make a living using the name "Kenichi Takahashi" anymore, and I'll need the remaining identity as insurance.
Is Natsumi the same?
She felt uneasy about her identity.
Back in the Caribbean, I opened the voicemail.
Two of the calls were immediately disconnected after being answered.
And a message from Wu Fuchun.
"Kenichi, it's me! You didn't get caught by that idiot Yuan Chenggui, did you?"
"If you need anything, please let me know. I'll call you again."
I can guess that the thing Wu Fuchun, that idiot, wanted to ask me to do was to find Xia Mei.
So I left the mobile phone number to Wu Fuchun by leaving a password.
He then dialed Huang Xiuhong's number.
Through a phone call with Huang Xiuhong, it was learned that after Wu Fuchun broke into "Red Lotus", his first question was, "Where is Yuan Chenggui?"
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After killing five people with a frenzied shooting spree, he asked Huang Xiuhong, "Where is that woman?"
Wu Fuchun then suddenly fled.
After listening to Huang Xiuhong's words, I felt that Wu Fuchun must have gone mad.
So they continued to question Huang Xiuhong about Wu Fuchun's attire and what kind of pistol he used.
After receiving the reply about the hoodie, jeans, and Tokarev Black Star pistol, I was about to hang up when I heard Huang Xiuhong say, "I don't know if it's gunpowder smoke or what, but I smelled a strange odor on Wu Fuchun, like incense sticks?"
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"Thanks, Xiuhong. Your clues are very important to me. I'll check on you when I have time."
"You have time? Kenichi, do you think you can survive this?"
Huang Xiuhong hung up the phone before I could answer, which made me feel like everything went black.
Although I wasn't exactly a saint to begin with, given my relationship with Xiuhong, the fact that she would say something like that makes me suspect that Yuan Chenggui intends to get rid of me.
I sighed and told my subordinate, Shiro, that I wouldn't be returning to "Caribbean" for the time being, and asked him to take good care of the shop for me.
All the income could go into his pocket.
Shiro was a punk idiot who had no idea what had happened to me, and just nodded happily.
Black Star? Tokarev?
Incense sticks?
The clue that Huang Xiuhong smelled from the incense sticks was very important to me.
When I think of places with incense sticks, the first place that comes to mind is the private temple behind Shinjuku Okubo Station, run by an elderly couple from Taiwan.
The elderly couple, the man was named Zhang Guozhu and the woman was named Ma Manyu.
Ma Manyu used to own a restaurant and made a fortune while the Treasure Island Faction was growing in Shinjuku.
However, the Taiwanese faction is now "lacking in talent," and the entire Shinjuku area is dominated by the Shanghai faction, so Ma Manyu switched to the black market.
This private temple has a nice name, "Hua Sheng Palace," but if you anger Granny Manyu, even Buddha can't protect you.
Because that old woman was different from me, a black market dealer who sold everything; she had special access to guns.
The black star of Fuchun must have come from here.
I originally intended to drive directly to Okubo and ask the old woman if she knew anything about Wu Fuchun.
But it's still early, and the old lady probably won't wake up before noon, so I need to find a place to kill some time.
My cell phone rang, and as soon as I answered, I heard Xia Mei's voice, raised two octaves, shout, "Hello! Thief!"
Give me back my card!
"You pig!"
"I've already called the bank and reported the card lost. Even if you have it, you can't use it! Give it back to me!"
I pretended not to know anything and gave a few perfunctory replies before hanging up the phone and turning the ringer volume down to the lowest setting.
They then drove to a luxury apartment building.
They found room 505 and knocked on the door.
A giantess who was at least two meters tall opened the door for me.
I bypassed the female giant and entered a room that looked like a junkyard.
Jin sat in front of the computer like someone paralyzed from the waist down.
This guy is a super hacker; if you contact him, he can find anything, but the price is always hundreds of thousands of yen or more.
But as a black market dealer, I can always get my hands on things that others can't, so Jin is happy to curry favor with me and do me a little favor.
"Jin, help me check the identities of these two bank cards and credit cards."
Jin reached out and took the two cards, then began typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Xia Mei's bank account was quickly located.
Over the past few years, Xia Mei's bank card has received different amounts of money deposited into her account on the 4th of each month, averaging around 500,000 to 800,000 yuan.
It was clearly dirty money she earned in a day, but where was that huge sum of money meant for a down payment on an apartment?
Jin discovered that Xia Mei's credit card had a guarantor named Sato Masataka, and the relationship was listed as brother and sister. It was also suspicious whether he was her biological brother, and he was probably the manager of the restaurant or something.
I printed out all of Xia Mei's spending records. I can ignore the money she spends on jewelry and clothes, but I can tell from her spending whether she's eating alone or with someone else.
I started analyzing Xia Mei's spending records and found that she had been eating out much more often since last spring, mostly at Chinese restaurants.
As expected, Fuchun, who ran away to Nagoya, had neither money nor ability and was supported by Natsumi. This is probably one of the reasons why Natsumi couldn't stand it.
"They're out!"
Jin roared like an old man who had won the lottery in front of pachinko!
"What came out?"
I moved closer to the computer and asked.
Jin pointed at the computer screen: "This woman's identity is fake. I hacked into Mastercard's server, but I still haven't found out who this woman is."
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"But what can be confirmed is that Sato Natsumi's identity was stolen."
I nodded.
Xia Mei is indeed not Xia Mei; she only knows this much right now. However, it's better than knowing nothing at all.
Mikoshiba Yasunori read the story of "Sleepless Town" with great interest, as if he had returned to his dark years of youth when he was hanging out in Shinjuku.
Although Mikoshiba Yasunori could not empathize with Liu Jianyi.
But Yasunori Mikoshiba began to care about Natsumi Sato.
Because Natsumi Sato was somewhat similar to a girl he had met.
It must have been 25 years ago?
Mikoshiba Yasunori once met a bar girl who was very beautiful and playful, just like Natsumi Sato in "Sleepless Town".
For Yasunori Mikoshiba at that time, that girl was like a ray of light in the darkness.
Although it seems strange now, Yasunori Mikoshiba really loved her back then and wanted to give her a home.
But Kabukicho in Shinjuku is a living hell; there are many things that love can't solve, and love can't put food on the table.
Mikoshiba Yasunori turned to look at his daughter, Mikoshiba Kyoko, with a look of doting affection on his face.
He then shook his head vigorously, trying to forget the sweet memories buried deep within, and reopened the manuscript of "The City That Never Sleeps"—
After being abandoned by Yang Weimin.
I also wanted to escape Shinjuku and start a new life.
So I plan to buy a fake household registration to get rid of my bastard status, change my identity, and do legitimate business.
Unfortunately, I was nearly twenty years old at the time and ignorant, so I spent 500,000 yen to buy a household registration for someone thirty years older than me.
Holding the household registration certificate, which is older than my father, I stared blankly at the sky, too exhausted even to be angry with myself.
Later, I spent another 500,000 yen to buy a hooligan identity that was similar to my age.
As a result—the guy who sold my household registration killed an officer from another faction, almost causing me to be killed by assassins from Taiwan.
I finally managed to explain my identity.
The Taiwanese assassin laughed and said to me, "Kid, if you want to be someone else, you have to change yourself from the inside out. Just changing your household registration and appearance will make you look like a spineless coward."
I learned a lesson from the Taiwanese assassin and realized that changing my name was a stupid idea.
More importantly, I discovered an even more important problem.
A person's heart can never be changed. I was born a bastard, and I will die a bastard.
A year later, the Taiwanese assassin who had taught me a lesson settled in Kabukicho and called himself Chen Jin.
Since he still remembered me, I started helping Chen Jin with his work.
I drove to "Hua Sheng Gong" and Zhang Guozhu led me into the private temple.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw countless statues of gods staring at me. Zhang Guozhu told me to light incense first, and then he went to call Ma Manyu.
I don't believe in these things, but I had to pretend to be here, so I lit three incense sticks and prayed to the gods.
Ma Manyu's sarcastic words reached my ears: "Kenichi? What a rare guest! How's that old fox Yang Weimin doing?"
"I shouldn't die within the next fifty years."
Upon hearing my words, Ma Manyu shrugged. She had been disciplined by Yang Weimin before, so she disliked him.
I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries with Ma Manyu. She knew I wasn't there to buy a gun, so she asked me for 100,000 yuan and told me about Wu Fuchun.
"Wu Fuchun arrived here at six o'clock yesterday and bought two guns, but he could only afford two hundred thousand."
"I didn't want to sell the gun to this guy, but he threatened me, you old hag, saying I could kill you and still take the gun!"
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"Guozhu had served in the army before, and when he saw Wu Fuchun acting like a mad dog, he sold the gun to him cheaply."
"As soon as he left, they heard someone say that a thug from the 'Fortune Sect' was loitering outside."
Although there are quite a few "Fuku-pa" (a derogatory term for the Fuku faction), they don't dare to be too arrogant in Shinjuku, because Shinjuku is the territory of the "Kai-pa" (another derogatory term for the Fuku faction) and the "Kyoto faction." Only when they go to Ikebukuro in Toshima Ward can the "Fuku faction" swagger around.
I remembered what Yuan Chenggui's men had said: they had seen Fuchun hanging around Ikebukuro. With that in mind, I immediately left "Huasheng Palace".
I first called Cui Hu, wanting to ask if he had any information that would be beneficial to me, but I learned from Cui Hu's underling that Cui Hu was very busy and unable to contact me.
I called Yuanze, the down-on-his-luck reporter, again, but I couldn't get through.
It was already 3 p.m. when I got back to Xiamei Apartment.
As soon as I opened the door, a rice ball was thrown at my face.
"Thief! You big idiot!"
Xia Mei puffed out her cheeks like a child throwing a tantrum.
I returned the two cards to Xia Mei with a smile on my face: "You're really quite stupid. After reporting your bank card and credit card as lost, you can neither withdraw money nor make any card transactions now."
Upon hearing my words, Xia Mei's face lit up with a fawning and ingratiating expression as she reached out her hand. I continued, "It's just a matter of borrowing it for a moment. I simply want to check your identity."
Xia Mei's body suddenly tensed: "What do you mean by this?"
I didn't answer Xia Mei's question, but simply lay down on the bed and said, "Wake me up in two hours."
I closed my eyes, and darkness immediately descended. In the darkness, I could only see a blood-dripping knife flashing—
Xia Mei, wearing a thin pink nightgown, woke me up like a newlywed wife.
"What are you doing dressed like that?"
"Oh, I see. You have no money and can't use credit cards, so you can only rely on me until Fuchun dies. So? You're afraid I'll abandon you, right, Xia Mei?"
Xia Mei pouted: "It's your fault for taking other people's things without permission."
I grabbed Xia Mei's shoulder, and Xia Mei trembled in fright, but she didn't run away.
I looked at her and said with a smile, "Let me tell you one of our rules: the person whose things are stolen is a fool."
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Xia Mei bit her lip and looked at me, then coiled around me like a snake: "If you let me be your woman, you can do whatever you want, but you have to protect me."
I wasn't averse to Xia Mei's advances; I simply smiled and said, "If you want to be my woman, how can you not tell me your true colors?"
"You're not Natsumi Sato at all, are you?"
"You need to understand, it's not like I can't live without women. If I were to sleep next to a woman of unknown identity, I might wake up to find a huge hole in my throat."
Xia Mei realized she couldn't escape and needed my help, so she told me her name.
"Sato Mariko, her Chinese name is Wang Lilian, you can call her whatever you like."
"If you want to see my ID, I'm sorry, I don't have it. My parents are both useless. I decided to change my identity and get Sato Natsumi's identity. After that, I threw away all the other documents."
Xia Mei looked at me with melancholy eyes, a cold beauty that carried an uncontrollable hatred and fear, mixed with a touch of allure.
This made me feel like Xia Mei was my alter ego, my body was burning, and a kind of animalistic instinct filled my body.
Just then, the portable phone rang: "This is Cui Hu."
Cui Hu's tone was fierce, probably because Wu Fuchun killed the people of "Honglian" and Yuan Chenggui's men were spread all over Kabukicho, making it inconvenient for Cui Hu to do his work.
"Kenichi, what's up with your call?"
I remembered why I called Cui Hu: "I wanted to ask if you know anyone in 'Fupai'?"
Cui Hu sighed: "You bastard, what's wrong? Thinking of going to join the 'Fu faction' again?"
I pursed my lips: "No, I heard that Wu Fuchun seems to be getting involved with people in Ikebukuro and the Fukupai faction. I want to talk to someone familiar with Ikebukuro. Do you know anyone there?"
"How much money are you willing to pay?"
"Three hundred thousand?"
"Forget it."
"Then it'll be 500,000. Any more than that and we can't go any further."
"You little bastard, I'll help you out this time since you rented me a place, but you'd better have the money ready first."
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I hung up the phone and plopped down on the floor.
Xia Mei squatted down beside me and asked curiously, "Who is it?"
I was drawn to the pristine white skin peeking out from Xia Mei's pajamas, and sighed, "It's nothing, just a mad dog."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the down-on-his-luck reporter, Yuanze, called again: "Kenichi, I'm in Ikebukuro. I met with some officials here, but they robbed me of 100,000 yen after just a chat. Could you lend me some more money?"
A slightly annoyed expression appeared on my face.
Since Yuanze is already in Ikebukuro, there's no need for me to call Cuihu. The 500,000 yen is just gone!
Although Yuanze is not a very good person, he is quite capable and has found out good news.
"Kenichi, Wu Fuchun was in Ikebukuro yesterday, but he's gone now. He's very likely a member of the Fuku faction," someone who received information from Motokichi was afraid of getting into trouble.
"Wu Fuchun's father was named Wu Fuyong. He died of cancer five years ago. His mother was named Sakamoto Kaori, whose Chinese name was Chen Xiuxiang. She gave birth to two sons and two daughters. Fuchun was the second son. The eldest son killed someone and was in prison. The eldest daughter had already passed away. The youngest sister's name was Furen, and her Japanese name was Machiko."
"Kenichi, I plan to go see Chen Xiuxiang tomorrow. As for money?"
I agreed to give Yuanze the money, but I didn't have much hope. After all, the clues to "Fu Pai" had gone cold, and I guessed that Fu Chun's mother had little hope either.
Faced with such terrible luck, I decided to eat something to change my mood, so I took Xia Mei, who had changed her clothes, to a restaurant.
"Aren't you going to eat? Kenichi, your expression has been terrifying ever since you answered the phone."
I was smoking and drinking, my face turning ashen. "I'm in a real bind," I said, "I can't even laugh. All the leads have gone cold, and I'm completely out of ideas."
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"Run away? Where can a scoundrel like me run to? I've lived in Kabukicho for over twenty years. It was alright when I was younger, but I'm over thirty now, and I'm no longer capable."
Xia Mei raised an eyebrow, stared at me, and smiled, "Is it impotent too?"
I wasn't in the mood for flirting with Xia Mei, so I just sighed.
Seeing my troubled expression, Xia Mei made a very bold suggestion: "If we can't find Fu Chun, how about killing Yuan Chenggui?"
I almost burst out laughing when I heard Xia Mei's idea. I'd had that thought before, but—
Half of the businesses in Shinjuku are in Yuan Chenggui's hands, and there's no one who dares to make a move against him.
Because everyone knows Yuan Chenggui's status in Shinjuku.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Xia Mei suddenly changed the subject and started talking about her past life.
In short, just as I thought, it's nothing more than a tragic background like mine, and then hating one's father, mother, brothers and sisters, friends, oneself, and God.
I saw endless hatred and despair in Xia Mei's round eyes, so I said to her, "Xia Mei, I used to be just like you, hating everyone and everything."
"I used to worry about being mixed-race and how painful my life would be, but then I figured something out."
"There are only two kinds of people in this world: bullies and bullies. A guy who's always worried about his identity will be bullied his whole life!"
"So, I became the kind of person who takes advantage of others. Maybe your situation is worse than mine, but winning isn't about who has the worst life."
"It's better to focus on bullying others; there are countless fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"
"The newspapers saying we live in a civilized world is utter nonsense."
"We actually live in the wilderness!"
"A mad dog has no choice but to fight desperately for food in order to survive."
"So, Xia Mei, you shouldn't overthink it. In this world, the only true rule of survival is to prevent others from taking your money!"
When Xia Mei heard what I said, she just smiled brightly at me and then hugged me tightly with both hands.
I felt the warmth emanating from her.
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