Chapter 62 62: Sin
"What do you regret? I just regret not having a son and a half girls. I am old and immature to answer the door. I have Viya to accompany me when I am sick. You must have never heard of this Chinese poem ." Xiao Songhe pretended not to know what Ito was talking about.
"Everything you do is for others. You also pay for the radiation detection at your own expense. And while you persuade others not to come back, you still stay here." Ito said directly.
Xiao Song shook his head: "We came back just because this is the place where we have lived all our lives and we couldn't bear to leave. And I didn't ask the others not to come back. Don't help us with such a major matter of life without authorization. Others decided that I would just put all the truth I could find for others' reference. If I have to say it, I really want to do something for 'future generations'."
Ito understands this mentality. But it's hard to put it into context. He used to be obsessed with superheroes and advocated personal heroism. If the good deeds he did were not recognized by them, he would inevitably be disappointed.
It's not so much a sense of justice, but a desire for the spotlight.
“Perhaps one year from now, five years from now, forgetful people will not remember your efforts, just like the nuclear sewage discharge plan will last for a total of thirty years, but now it is only a few years, and there are already Many people have forgotten it," Ito continued.
“You may not have experienced incidents like Minamata disease. In fact, I have not experienced it either. I just heard what my father said. In my opinion, no matter what the outcome is, it is understandable. Only if someone is affected by radiation and gives birth to a deformed offspring, or if the child is born seriously ill, that is unforgivable. Bringing them into this world is already without their consent, and then inflicting so much pain on them. Don’t you think it’s too cruel for a baby?”
Little Songhe didn’t know what he was thinking of, and looked a little sad.
Ito left, and he was thinking in his heart, why does a person who has no descendants care about other people's descendants until his death.
"But know and do good deeds, don't ask about your future. I understand Chinese poetry. Old man, just think of it as thanking you for the meal you invited me to have." Ito looked up at the sky. The weather in July could change at any time. Just now, the sky was clear and clear. Now a layer of dark clouds has gathered.
He still remembers the chats of those old men.
The forces that want to stop them should be Tokyo Electric Power, local capital and local official family forces.
Start with TEPCO and select a few middle-level figures. There should always be someone who knows who is responsible for dealing with these old people.
Although eliminating the person in charge cannot fundamentally solve the problem, it is enough to repay the kindness of a meal.
He now doesn't have Xiao Songhe's idea of fighting for the rights of strangers.
A few days later.
Nicholas, deputy director of TEPCO’s General Affairs Department who was working from home in the center of Fukushima Prefecture, discovered that several TEPCO managers who worked at the Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant seemed to have disappeared in the past few days. After debriefing and questioning their subordinates and family, they all claimed that they had not seen them for several days.
This made him a little irritated. After all, many people working there now are foreign employees and need to be managed by the headquarters, and many people in the headquarters are reluctant to work there. They have to induce or threaten them every time. , or transfer some people who are not capable enough, causing frequent safety accidents among employees.
Even if you are not an employee of the headquarters, you still have to pay for medical expenses, you bastard!
However, the disappearance of these people was too strange. He arranged for people from the security department to check to see if anyone was causing trouble behind the scenes.
Unexpectedly, one day later, the head of the Security Section claimed that he had found important information and needed to report it to him personally.
Nicholas attached great importance to it and arranged the meeting place in his villa, making an appointment around noon today.
He also asked the servant to make a relatively sumptuous lunch at home, waiting for the other party's arrival.
But why is he so unpunctual today?
I made a call and found that the phone was turned off.
Nicholas frowned and lost much appetite looking at a table of delicious food.
Just when he was about to reach the limit of his patience, a voice sounded from opposite him.
“Minister Nicholas, thank you for your hospitality.”
Nicholas raised his head suddenly, and surprisingly, there was a person sitting opposite him. !
And he's a suspicious guy wearing a hat and sunglasses.
Looking at the meals in front of him, many of them had already been tasted, which meant that the other party sat across from him and had lunch without him noticing. If it hadn't been for his opening, he might not have discovered the existence of such a person until he left.
Nicholas looked at the restaurant door, not knowing when it was closed. He slowly moved his hand to his pocket, planning to call for help.
"Mr. Nicholas, I advise you not to do this."
Ito Makoto warned casually.
Nicholas reluctantly smiled: "I wonder where this friend is from? Do you need money or something? I can do my best to help you, although I am only a company manager and have more debts than assets. "
Ito interrupted his babble: "I learned from many people who were dying that you were the one responsible for dealing with Xiao Songhe's family? Beads of sweat broke out, and his eyes began to wander.
Something is wrong. Ito felt a little strange, why was he so guilty?
As far as Ito knew, they were just trying to lure or threaten the old people, and they didn't go too far. At least they abided by the bottom line of the law.
For them, this can even call themselves a moral role model.
"This name seems a bit familiar, you know? Actually, my Japanese is not very good-ah! F**k-"
Ito had no patience to listen to his sophistry, He grabbed his arm directly, and a burst of flames burned out of thin air.
"It's you, ah! Ito Seigang! I said it, I said it all!" Seeing that Nicholas couldn't get away, he also recognized the wanted Chaofan, and began to beg for mercy with a face full of pain.
Ito burned for a few more seconds until he smelled the smell of burnt meat before letting go.
"Tell me, why do you do this?" Ito started to talk.
Nicholas howled for a while with his face full of snot and tears, then he sat on the ground with difficulty and glanced at Ito fearfully.
"Yes, it was the Suzuki family's idea. I just cooperated with them and regularly sent some nuclear wastewater there. I really didn't expect that Xiao Songhe and the others have something to do with you. And before Suzuki's proposal, I have always wanted to solve the problem through peaceful solutions. Otherwise, if these old men really want to take action, they can use a more direct method."
Nuclear sewage. Ito felt chilled.
Even though he had committed murder and arson, he was still shocked by this answer.
“So, they asked for it, and you gave it to them?”
“I, I, we are also just outside forces. After all, the local forces are stronger in this place, and the Suzuki family also has official power. People, it’s hard for us to refuse.” Nicholas tried his best to save his life.
"How does it work specifically?"
". More than half a year ago, through a construction project, the water supply of the leading organizer Komatsuhe's family was replaced with a separate water supply. The water used was treated of nuclear wastewater.”
"Didn't you say that treated nuclear sewage can even be drunk?"
"Haha." Nicholas endured the severe pain and let out a hoarse laugh, "Even if it is true, we have to distinguish the degree of treatment. What's more, hehe. "
If Ito was just trying to repay that meal, now he wants to see what kind of blood will be shed by a person who can do such evil. What color.
(End of this chapter)