I notified Zamao Xiaodao, packed my luggage that night, and transferred to another hotel.
The previous discount given to me by this XX hotel was that my room payment was waived, and the duty manager and supervisor together sincerely apologized to me because they were afraid that I would say nonsense online.
The next morning, Zamao Xiaodao contacted me in high spirits and asked if I wanted to go to Yelu Island to see the strange things. I was also concerned about this matter, so I agreed to go together. The two of us met at the China Resources Plaza near the port.
Afterwards, we drove to Wild Donkey Island. It was not far by car and took about forty minutes. We crossed the bridge and came to the island. The island is not big and we soon arrived near the botanical garden. However, there were uniformed people in front of us.
The road is closed and no one is allowed to pass.
There are more than 20 meters between us, and there are a lot of people at the intersection.
We had no choice but to get out of the car and heard many busybodies talking about right and wrong. I crossed over and was about to leave, but was stopped by the police and told that I couldn't leave. When I asked why, he said that there was an explosion in front of me early yesterday morning and that they were investigating.
The rest of the crowd hurried away. I had no choice but to go back to the trail with Zamao and ask those people who stretched their necks what was going on.
A middle-aged man with short limbs and a red rosacea nose smiled and said quietly: "Those policemen are trying to trick ghosts. It doesn't hurt to tell you. There was a UFO incident here the day before yesterday. There were red clouds in the sky and a ten-meter-long whirlpool.
I paused in mid-air for a few minutes and was photographed..."
Another person immediately interrupted him and said, shit, he is from around here, there is something wrong with the botanical garden here, they used to be haunted here, the day before yesterday, ah, in the early hours of yesterday, there was a thunder on the ground,
Then many pottery jars appeared on the ground, all containing the bones of children who had been dead for who knows how many years. As soon as the thunder sounded, countless ghosts and ghosts crawled out of the ground, and then asked for the lives of that guy Hu Jinrong.
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Another person retorted, saying that in the botanical garden, there is a demon tree in a glass-covered room, which specializes in sucking flesh, blood and souls for a living. The flowers of this demon tree are one and a half meters in diameter, and they are beautiful and fragrant.
With an alluring fragrance like an orchid, this demon tree will bloom a flower every time it eats the flesh and soul of ten people, one flower a year. After blooming for ten years, it will bear a fruit, which will be green at first, and then it will turn from green to green.
It takes another ten years to mature into a brownish red color, and then ripen into a blood-red red color. This fruit is a treasure in the world. It is said that it can prolong life, make flesh from bones, and bring the dead back to life!
Really comparable to ginseng fruit!
A bunch of people were chatting and talking, it was so lively.
At this time, a motorcade drove over, headed by an executive-level luxury sedan, a Mercedes-Benz S600. The motorcade stopped here, the door opened, and a group of people came out. The leader was a man with gray hair, a suit and leather shoes, and a dignified manner.
Someone came forward to negotiate with the police. Then I saw a thin boy standing quietly not far away.
He is not tall and has a thin body, which is in sharp contrast to the group of bulky and round-waisted men in black suits next to him.
He is only 1.6 meters tall.
Then, he turned his head and saw me and the hairy guy next to me wearing a blue robe.
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He is a young man, no more than seventeen years old, with light blue pupils and a western outline. He should be of mixed race.
There was a faint sadness in his eyes when he looked over, a sadness that flowed against the current. When I faced him, I just felt that this was a person who came out of idol dramas and comics, and he had the essence of an ordinary person like me.
The difference. He looked at me, and I looked at him, our eyes met. After a while, he smiled and actually came over to greet us: "Hello, my name is Kato Yuanzo. This is the first time we meet. Please take care of me."
People nearby exclaimed, "Hey, Japanese! Before the Diaoyu Islands dispute in 2010, many ordinary Chinese were still somewhat curious and friendly towards the Japanese."
(PS: At this point, I actually don’t really want to talk about the next thing. Why? I mentioned the dispute over the Diaoyu Islands in 2010, and today there is friction between China and Japan in the East China Sea. These two countries are promoted as "separated by a strip of water"
We no longer look at each other. Nowadays, all the topics between China and Japan are national topics. Now, some of them are sensational and some of them are inappropriate... But when I was here in 2008, it was indeed a hurdle. If I didn’t talk about it, I would be missing a lot.
Things. So, please treat it rationally and just treat it like a story.)
I nodded but said nothing. Zamao Xiaodao also looked at him sideways.
He didn't pay attention, and chattered a lot. We just nodded politely and didn't say our names. After a while, someone came to call him over there, and he bowed politely and left. The two of us arrived at a less crowded place, on the alley.
Asked me if it was him who broke into the botanical garden one night? I said yes, he looked as soft and frail as a girl, but he was cruel and ruthless, better than many people.
I still remember Kato Haruji, dressed in black, forcing the strong man into the glass-covered room in the botanical garden with a gun to get the red fruits, and then spraying the strong man with a spray can until he almost melted without even blinking.
.I thought he died early yesterday morning, or was arrested by the police. Unexpectedly, this kid actually appeared in front of us alive again.
He arrived in a luxury car with a group of arrogant Japanese.
A bespectacled man in a suit and shiny leather shoes was negotiating with the police who had set up a cordon. His tone was quite excited. He kept saying how awesome Mr. Kato was and asked them to get out of the way quickly. They wanted to go in and find the owner of the botanical garden.
A transaction worth millions was completed. The police seemed very embarrassed. While explaining, there was a young man behind the phone calling to ask for instructions.
Just then, another Audi came.
The car stopped and three people got out. They were all dressed in ordinary clothes and had ordinary looks. What was more special was the third person who got off the car. He also had long hair and a bun. He was almost exactly the same as the guy next to me. I turned around.
I turned around to greet him, but I didn't expect that Lao Xiao actually slipped into the crowd without making a sound. It took me a while to find him.
He was hunched over and sneaky.
I walked over and asked him what was wrong with him? Did he meet an enemy?
He shook his head, put his right hand on his lips, and then shushed me to be silent. I was laughed at his sneaky look and said, "Did you steal the chicken?" He shook his head and said that he met an acquaintance.
It’s a festival and it’s not easy to show up. I looked at the man with his hair in a bun walking towards the Japanese and said, oh, look at this outfit, is that your senior or younger brother? Is he doing well?
Xiao Keming turned his mouth to the side, showing disdain, saying bullshit, he was just a nephew.
I was in awe and said you can really brag B.
The three people who came from behind were really awesome. They asked the police present for questioning. The short man in the lead showed his ID card, and then several police officers immediately raised their right hands and gave a standard salute. Then that
The man spoke a few words to the Japanese (including a translator) in a righteous manner, with a majestic look on his face, and the Japanese evacuated angrily. Officer Shen, whom I knew, and two men with higher police ranks than him ran over.
He enthusiastically invited the three of them to chat for a while.
Several people held hands and chatted enthusiastically for a few words, and then went into the botanical garden.
The Mercedes-Benz walked back and stopped in front of me and Jamel Xiao. Then the translator dressed as an elite jumped down and walked up to me and said, Lu Sang, Xiao Sang, our President Kato needs to ask you for help. Can you find a quiet place?
Let’s talk? I was shocked, why? It stands to reason that at this moment, Lao Xiao and I are just a soy sauce character. This guy called me and his last names in one breath, and he obviously already knows us.
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No wonder that Japanese guy came over to chat with us.
But, I don’t know this group of people at all?
Although I know that among this group of people, there must be the Japanese who jacked up the market price of ten-year-old Resurrection Grass, and there is also the Japanese guy who stole the "Demon Tree" fruit early yesterday morning, but we have never really met each other. It's just that
Translating this sentence, I have a feeling of being exposed, as if I went out without any clothes and was being seen through.
This person was a bit arrogant, and I didn't want to agree, but Xiao Keming next to me responded decisively: "You can chat with me, we charge by the minute, 10 yuan a minute, the price is fair, you are a good boy, and we get 20% off for two people."
The translator was obviously stunned for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and said, Mr. Xiao, are you kidding me? Xiao Keming shrugged and said that everyone is very busy, so of course there is still a consultation fee...
He paused and added, "It's US dollars."
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