The old-fashioned steam locomotive rumbled all the way north along the railway track, leaving white smoke trails among the mountains. The destination was distant Hokkaido.
For adults with successful careers and precious time, a train that stops at every station and takes twelve hours to reach the destination is far inferior to a high-speed train.
But young men and women like to take this slow train because they can enjoy the mountain scenery along the way. The lush green mountains are clear and bright. The girls rest their heads quietly on the shoulders of the boys next to them, enjoying the rare tranquility and beauty.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Lu Mingfei leaned on Chu Zihang's shoulder and fell asleep soundly. His mouth began to drip with laughter, and he didn't know what delicious food he was dreaming about.
The young man, who has been silent since getting on the bus, but has attracted the attention of many young female students, has a sharp frown like a knife, and the muscles under his shirt look like they are made of iron.
"Ah, senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Lu Mingfei woke up from a trance, touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth and began to apologize.
He didn't know why he was so worried that he fell asleep on such a dangerous train.
Then the boy subconsciously wanted to take a look at the goal of his trip.
"Don't look back."
Caesar Gattuso, who was sitting opposite, put down an English-translated paper book in his hand and whispered in a low voice. The cover was a simple and lonely abstract painting called "Norwegian Wood".
Caesar smoked this randomly in the cupboard of the bookstore before getting in the car. I heard that the author Haruki Murakami is a strong candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Lu Mingfei quickly stopped prying.
The perception of hybrids is quite keen. Li Yongyuan once said that for the strong, sight has weight.
Just like the emperor at that time crushed the strongest leader of the ghost cave, King Shan, into bloody mud with just one look.
"I suddenly became obsessed with this novel."
Caesar chuckled.
"Haruki Murakami's writing is very delicate, and the lonely and confused emotions of teenagers are vividly displayed between the lines, making readers feel the sadness and powerlessness of life."
These words seemed to be talking about my thoughts after reading them, but they were also talking about the young man they were eyeing sitting in the rear car.
Sakurai Akira's nose twitched slightly, sucking in every scent like a beast.
He could use this to analyze the status of everyone in the carriage. For example, the girl wearing a beige woolen skirt across from him was emotional, the boy next to her was secretly kissing her earlobe, and the hormones in the girl's body odor suddenly increased.
If it weren't for this dog-like nose, Sakurai Akira wouldn't have been able to escape from the sight of the Snake Qihachi family many times and commit numerous murders.
Caesar and Chu Zihang would even paint Lu Mingfei's face, put on a cute Lolita skirt, dress up as a delicious and ignorant beautiful girl, and deliver it to Sakurai Akira.
Now they can only rely on Yuan Zhisheng and his team to separate passers-by in the carriage from dangerous targets before taking action.
It was not that Caesar had not mentioned the plan of the attendant on the train approaching the other party with a cart selling lunch boxes and then raising a knife to attack the other party when he was not paying attention.
But this plan was rejected by Minamoto Chisei, because they could not use the lives of ordinary people in the entire carriage as a bet on whether Sakurai Akira could respond in time.
The casualty rate of ordinary people around them is the key to meeting the mission of Caesar and others.
If something unexpected happens, their trip to Japan will end here, and the Snake Qihachi family will not continue to cooperate with them.
This was the fifteenth day of Akira Sakurai's escape. He also killed fifteen women.
Or a hot girl dancing in a bar, or an intellectual woman you meet by chance in a coffee shop, or a company white-collar worker who has instant noodles together at a convenience store after get off work.
But the shadow of Sakurai Akira’s favorite teacher Nami can always be found in these dead people.
When he was still a student, his heart fell in love with this beautiful woman, but at that time Sakurai Akira was a prisoner and a weakling, and he did not have the courage to face the female teacher directly.
I can only bury my love for her deep in my heart and suppress it until it becomes deformed and crazy.
Sakurai Akira's cautious gaze wandered around, but he had not yet identified a suitable prey. Most of the passengers in the carriage were high school students and couples who were on vacation. If someone disappeared, their companions would notice it.
In addition, there were two outstanding figures who attracted his attention. They were handsome and had a unique temperament. If it weren't for the fact that they had an ordinary companion beside them, Sakurai Akira would have really suspected that they were from the same family.
That group of law enforcement officers with colorful pictures of ghosts and gods in their suits and shirts.
The law enforcers would come to the mission college every year to visit him as a parent and evaluate his bloodline. Some of the law enforcement officers seemed carefree and would bring him yakisoba and carp streamers. Sometimes they would put their arms around each other and ask him some questions.
Topics that adults talk about, such as whether watching a female teacher’s buttocks twerk will make you sexually aroused.
But in the third year of junior high school, Sakurai Akira saw a student who was senior to him suddenly open his fangs and claws at the law enforcement officer who was holding a notebook and writing a report, and then his head was blown open by an M1911.
He fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
The law enforcer calmly smoked a cigarette, coldly marked a big red cross on a certain column on the senior's evaluation form, and filled in the word "dead" at the end.
From that moment on, Sakurai Akira knew that he would never be able to be brothers with this group of law enforcement officers who looked majestic and cool in suits and ties.
They control the rules of the world, but they themselves are prisoners under the rules.
"It's really disgusting."
Sakurai Akira sighed softly on the train, but his eyes were unconsciously on the young man who was asking the female steward for a conger bento.
The eel grilled until browned on both sides is cut into sections and placed on white rice covered with egg liquid, drizzled with teriyaki sauce and minced seaweed. Just looking at it makes Akira Sakurai's throat roll, as if he can smell the aroma of the food.
Then I watched the poor guy with the decadent hair pick up his chopsticks and eat like a whirlwind, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Later, Sakurai Akira actually felt hungry. During the period of escape, he kept injecting evolution drugs, enjoying the soft and smooth Dong bodies of different women, and eating a lot of delicacies that he had never tasted in the missionary college.
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But he felt more and more hungry and thirsty, as if no matter how beautiful the woman was, no matter how delicious the food was, they couldn't satisfy him.
Sakurai Akira thought this was because he was wanted. The threat of death made him panic and couldn't safely taste it.
Unlike the poor guy like before, eating a bowl of eel bento is worth shouting about.
“It smells so good!”
Lu Mingfei chewed the delicious and tender eel steak, swallowed it in his stomach in almost two or three mouthfuls, and then took a big bite of the white rice wrapped in egg liquid, which was so satisfying.
He finally understood why when he was watching "Detective Conan", Genta Kojima's dream was to eat an eel rice every day.
Caesar looked at Lu Mingfei and was speechless. This guy really seemed to be on a trip. He had already drank three bottles of drinks, eaten two lunch boxes and a bag of snacks along the way.