Chapter 80 The Speed of Life and Death (3)
“Eh?! Are we going to meet those bosozokus?”
After hearing Qian Xiaoyi’s words, Inuyama Heita said in shock.
Aken also lamented: "The Bosozoku are very ferocious. When I was still in school, I often heard about their fights over territory, and there were even many casualties. At that time, everyone said that those gangs The Bosozoku are reserve members of the underworld.”
Although Heita Inuyama has never actually seen the Bosozoku, as a Japanese, how could he not have heard of their legends? So he asked with some worry: "Is it really going to be okay?"
Qian Xiaoyi was also a little unsure: "I have never dealt with the Bosozoku, but I haven't heard of any big news coming from the Bosozoku. I guess... there won't be any problems, right? As long as we communicate well, it should be It's okay."
Inuyama Heita said silently: "Is your tone too hesitant? Do you have to deal with them?"
" Qian Xiaoyi nodded: " This commission may require entering the ghost realm to find Kuroda's consciousness, so we must make all preparations. When I was doing the soul-calling ceremony in the ward, I found that besides him not wanting to come back, there was also a force restricting him. Returning, maybe he got into some trouble and didn't want to bring down his family, so that's why he didn't come back. This possibility is also possible. Don't forget about the cracked girl. If you don't make any preparations, you can encounter it when you enter the ghost realm. It’s not up to us to decide what we get.”
Thinking of the exaggerated and suppressed aura of the cracked girl that day, Inuyama Heita could only agree with Qian Xiaoyi’s reasons and was ready to talk to the bosozoku.
"Then let's go back to the office first." Qian Xiaoyi said: "According to the information given by the Kuroda family's daughter, the gang of bosozoku will only be active late at night every day. If there is no train, we can only Went on a bike.”
They returned to the office, and there was still some time before departure, so Qian Xiaoyi asked Inuyama Heita to go to the convenience store opposite to buy some food and heat it up in the microwave to deal with it casually, while he began to prepare various possible uses. Decent props.
While eating rice balls, Inuyama Heita saw Qian Xiaoyi carefully adding new cigarettes to his iron cigarette case, so he asked: "Um, Brother Yi, I have always been I want to ask, where did those cigarettes come from? I don’t think I’ve seen you smoke them before.”
Inuyama Heita recalled that it seemed that Qian Xiaoyi only had sex outside of the first meeting. Smoking during paranormal activities.
"Haha, let me tell you a secret..." Qian Xiaoyi smiled mysteriously and replied: "I don't smoke."
"Don't smoke? What are these things?" Jian popped up and asked curiously.
Inuyama Heita was also very confused, staring at Qian Xiaoyi, waiting for his answer.
“It’s incense.” Qian Xiaoyi said while checking the cigarettes in the cigarette box: “Each stick of incense made in the shape of a cigarette has a different effect. Incense occupies a special place in the folk customs of East Asia. It is a very important place, and it is used both during rituals and when removing spirits. However, ordinary incense is difficult to carry, and string incense is too conspicuous, so it is easy for others to look at it strangely. So my master's master. I made a cigarette-shaped incense, which is considered a secret of my lineage. I heard that I was forced by the environment at that time. Later I found that this kind of incense was quite useful, so I passed it down."
< br>Jian suddenly realized: "Indeed, even if you light these incense, others will only think you are smoking."
"So smoking is not a good habit." Qian Xiaoyi said to Inuyama Heita He joked: "Good kids don't want to learn." "Yeah, yeah." Inuyama Heita said vaguely with a rice ball in his mouth. He didn't smoke anyway.
After resting in the office for a while, Qian Xiaoyi woke up Heita Inuyama who was taking a nap on the sofa. The two of them went out on motorcycles and took a long time to reach their destination.
Before they reached that section of the road, they heard the roar of motorcycle engines and various excited shouts. This sound reminded Inuyama Heita of the doomsday scenes in "Fist of the North Star". Soldiers with shaved mohawks and strange shapes. The legend of the Bosozoku kept flashing through his mind, making him feel uneasy involuntarily. What if Qian Xiaoyi was beaten later? Should you call an ambulance or call the police first?
But even though they were mentally prepared, the two of them were still shocked when they saw this group of bosozoku.
Not because of anything else, but because this group of people is a little different from the bosozoku they imagined. There are no exaggerated hairstyles such as airplane heads and mohawks, nor are there any non-mainstream Chinese characters written on them. They pull gangster coats wildly, and most of them look like office workers, There are almost all wage earners, both male and female, with an average age of over thirty, and the oldest is estimated to be fifty. Apart from the fact that they wear riding leather jackets in the summer, these people have nothing special in appearance, but there are various people around them. Various modified motorcycles prove their identity as a bosozoku.
The small motorcycles ridden by Qian Xiaoyi and Heita Inuyama slowly drove to the crowd of people resting on the roadside. In an instant, they became the two most beautiful cubs in the crowd, and they competed with these large-displacement people. Compared with the modified motorcycles, the 50cc motorcycle they rode was very conspicuous. It simply stood out from the crowd. The style of painting was completely different. A group of people immediately gathered around and looked at the two of them curiously.
"Brother, are you here to race too?" A middle-aged man in the crowd said with a smile: "I'm not looking down on you, but riding a little thing like this is not enjoyable at all."
"Hey, are you kidding me? I rode this model of bike when I was in middle school. I really miss it~"
"Haha~ You still Too young. I think my uncle and I started riding motorcycles when I was in middle school. How youthful..."
"My mother used to love riding this kind of motorcycle when she was working. It is said that two people are not allowed to ride this thing together. Right?”
“I haven’t ridden this kind of motorcycle before. It looks pretty cute.”
Their motorcycles were viewed as a spectacle. Qian Xiaoyi saw that these people did not seem to be evil, so he took off his helmet and said, "Sorry, everyone, we are not here to race, but we have some questions to ask." "
"Ah? Are you looking for someone?" The man who seemed to be the leader turned around and asked, "Who didn't come out before? Did you make an agreement with your family? You told me to make it clear and not to cause trouble to my family.”
“It’s not wrong to say you’re looking for someone, but it may be a little different from what you think. "Qian Xiaoyi shook his head, and then asked: "Excuse me, do any of you know Kuroda Nobunaga?"
As soon as the name came out, the crowd became silent.
“Ah, was it entrusted by his family?” The middle-aged man in charge scratched his somewhat sparse head, then took off his riding leather jacket and put it on the motorcycle, revealing that it was wet with sweat. He fanned his vest and said, "I know about him. We have known each other for many years. Go and talk next to me and I will tell you everything you want to know."
(End of this chapter)