Chapter 116: The Slums

Three days later, Masayoshi Kishimoto received a phone call from Kazuhiko Inoue, who had found Katsudaira Yamaguchi, who lived in the valley slums of the Adachi district, for himself.

When Masayoshi Kishimoto heard this news, he immediately rejoiced in his heart, and directly threw down the work at hand and left the company.

Just as soon as he himself went downstairs, he stood at the curb to stop a cab. At this time, if anyone dares to come out with their own rob, do not hesitate to dry over.

He got into the cab and told the driver that the place he was going to was the Adachi Valley Slum. The cab driver hesitated for a few seconds before starting the car and driving forward.

Masayoshi Kishimoto was of course well aware that the Valley Slum was the largest of the three major slums in RB. Anyone living in Tokyo would stay away from that place.

If you talk about the Valley Slum, it is nothing but poverty, violence, drugs …… and the darkest things in society and human nature. The people who live in the valley slums are either seen as the trash of society or as losers.

In addition, the Valley Slum is a tourist attraction in Tokyo. It’s really different from other slums in the world in that the most important feature is that it’s not the traditional squalor that is common to slums in varying degrees, but rather it’s fairly neat and orderly.

This close to the outside of the street, the view of the top is better, and the more towards the inside will be a little worse. There is also a system of production and consumption in the valley slum area, with clandestine prostitutes, clothing stores, kiosks, and so on. Similar to the demolished Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong.

The cab driver parked his car at the outermost part of the valley slums and did not dare to drive further inside. Even if Masayoshi Kishimoto patted him on the back and told him that there wouldn’t be any trouble, he definitely didn’t want to.

Without imposing, Masayoshi Kishimoto paid the fare, pushed open the passenger door, and stepped out of the car. On his own and independently, he strutted inside.

He was well aware that even the poorest and worst places had established rules to follow, and were controlled by a shadowy force.

Usually in broad daylight, nothing would happen. This is also regarded as the jianghu people to give the police face, to maintain the two sides a kind of well water offenses river water posture.

However, this could be a different world if it came to nightfall. Even if they are killed, there is often no police presence.

Even if the police show up, they are just going through the motions. In their minds, the dead are scum. One dead, one less trouble, after all, could not restrict them from walking out.

Once they stepped out of the valley area, that was an area that the Tokyo police would have to police. It’s hard to guarantee that these people won’t do bad things. Otherwise, what do they survive on? Poverty starts theft.

As for the corpses, naturally the jungle forces controlling each area will generally have a handle on their own. In a place like this, the composition of the people is most complicated.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked into the valley slums, and immediately aroused a high degree of vigilance among some of the “aborigines”.

They saw that he did not have a backpack, and did not hold a camera or video camera in his hand, and gradually began to be inappropriate.

They went on doing what they were doing. They spent almost all of their days doing nothing, either sitting around and passing the time, or drinking and chatting.

Masayoshi Kishimoto followed the exact location that Kazuhiko Inoue had told him about and found a lonely, but recognizable shack near a toilet that looked different from the surrounding area.

Without hesitation, he dove in and saw a man who wasn’t covered in an unpleasant, dirty odor. The other man was sitting on a small wooden stool and was smashing cans he had found one by one.

Katsuhei Yamaguchi saw the sudden intrusion of the stranger and just looked at him without making an instinctive pause in his movements to immediately raise his guard. He continued his work as if no one else was there.

“You’re Yamaguchi Katsuhei, aren’t you?” Justice Kishimoto asked nonchalantly.

Yamaguchi Katsuhei didn’t make any reply, and continued to do his work mechanically, taking a can from one side and placing it on top of the stone in front of him to smash it flat, and then throwing it to the other side.

Kishimoto justice see him not pay attention to their own, also did not get angry: “Yamaguchi Katsuhei junior high school did not graduate, less than sixteen years old into the construction site work.

Starting out as a bricklayer, he was hard-working and keen to learn, and after thirty years, he did all the types of work on the construction site and became proficient in all of them.

After that, he founded Yamaguchi Construction, and in less than ten years, he was able to build it up to the size of a medium-sized company.

However, the thing that I can’t figure out is why he would expose himself to the dark side of the industry. Is this out of your head or out of your mind?

Subsequently, Yamaguchi Construction was besieged by its peers, resulting in a break in its capital chain and bankruptcy. The president, Katsuhei Yamaguchi, is also nowhere to be found.”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to put his face toward Yamaguchi Katsuhei’s face. The reason why he knew so much about the other party’s biography was that he was able to get vital personnel information from the side of the original owner’s hairdresser in this body.

In Masayoshi Kishimoto’s opinion, the body’s original owner’s hairdresser was definitely a well-deserved RB Bai Xiao Sheng.

Yamaguchi Katsuhei stopped the movement of his hands and looked up to meet the other party at eye level. He pondered for a long time and said bluntly, “Did you come here specifically to humiliate me, or did someone hire you to beat and kill me?”

Masayoshi Kishimoto pulled out his own business card box, pulled out a business card of his own from it, and held it with both hands it was handed to him in a very formal manner, “You said, neither.”

Yamaguchi Katsuhei took the card with one hand and glanced at it. He read the information displayed on the card and realized that he was wrong.

After reading the card, Yamaguchi casually tossed it aside and resumed smashing his cans.

Kishimoto Masayoshi remained unperturbed as he said, ”By the looks of it, you’ve already made up your mind to live the rest of your life shaped like this zombie?

You even dared to expose yourself to the dark secrets of the construction industry, so you should also be a man with quite a bit of courage. Why don’t you want to die?

Instead of living like you, it would be better not to commit suicide. If you lack the courage to commit suicide, I can really help you out.”

“What exactly do you want?” Yamaguchi Katsuhei once again stopped the movement of smashing cans in his hand and said.

“You think I came all the way out here specifically to find you just to chat with you?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked rhetorically without rushing to answer him.

Yamaguchi Katsuhei looked at this one young man in front of him, not only becoming more and more confused, but also more and more puzzled.

“I’ll ask you one last time, there’s nothing wrong with your head, is there?” Kishimoto Justice asked without a smile on his face.

“You’re the one with a problem in your head.” Yamaguchi Katsuhira snapped.

“There’s nothing wrong with your head, that’s good, it’s not in vain for me to make this trip for you on purpose.” Justice Kishimoto smiled back and said.