After following the fleeing crowd to an open space in the suburbs, Nakamura Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief after feeling no vibrations on the ground.
Chirping sounds rang out from the crowd, and the chaos filled the air like a group of ducks being driven away.
Through many vocabulary words such as 'earthquake' and 'Fukushima' that he heard from time to time, Nakamura Masahiro worked hard to piece together a relatively complete message.
That is, this earthquake originated from the Pacific Ocean southeast of Miyagi Prefecture. Unlike the frequent small earthquakes in daily life, this earthquake caused a large-scale disaster.
Of course, because there was no more information and no mobile phone signal, Nakamura Masahiro was unable to obtain more information for a while.
However, with this reminder, the memory fragments buried deep in his mind began to flicker slowly, which prompted Masahiro Nakamura to recall many things.
It seems that a nuclear leakage accident occurred in Japan. The location seemed to be in Fukushima Prefecture, and the cause seemed to be a sudden earthquake.
Could it be that the big earthquake in my memory is the earthquake today?
Many doubts lingered in Nakamura Masahiro's mind, making him feel quite heavy. According to the remaining impressions in his memory, I'm afraid it may not be safe here in the suburbs.
I took out my mobile phone and looked at it, but the signal was still not restored. It seemed that the communication in this area was completely interrupted for the time being. I don't know when it will be restored?
Looking in the direction of the city from a distance, the high-rise buildings that had been shaking had returned to stability. Only a few buildings were unlucky, twisting and collapsing.
As for those low-rise houses, I am afraid that many of them collapsed. Although buildings in Japan have earthquake resistance requirements, this earthquake clearly exceeded the standard limit.
The blazing flames were like stars dotting the night sky, spreading all over the city. The billowing smoke covered the sky and seemed to cover that area of the world.
Although I don't know the specific situation in the city, just judging from my feelings when I escaped, it is not difficult to judge that there must be heavy losses in the city.
Considering that the source of the earthquake came from the Pacific Ocean, based on the destructive power and impact of this major earthquake, the attack on coastal areas must be more severe.
I don’t know what the Japanese government’s disaster relief capabilities are? What should I do if I didn’t take anything with me when I escaped?
A feeling of sadness surged in Nakamura Masahiro's heart, and he could not help but feel a little pessimistic. He could trust the domestic soldiers, but as for the Japan Self-Defense Force, it was hard to say.
Besides, it may take some time to wait for the rescue arranged by the Japanese government to arrive. After all, the Japanese government is famous for its slow administrative efficiency.
The facts were not what Nakamura Masahiro expected. The rescue team dispatched by the Japanese government never showed up until the sky darkened.
On the contrary, many nearby residents sent a lot of food and drinking water, so that many hungry refugees could eat something to warm their stomachs, which was a relief.
What’s even more incredible is that Japan’s Yakuza organization also drove large trucks to deliver a large amount of daily necessities to the refugees in the gathering area.
They not only distributed various food and drinking water, blankets, tents and other supplies, but also organized manpower to work hard to maintain order in the areas where the victims gathered, slowly restoring stability to the chaos that was originally out of control.
"Here, let's eat something to fill our stomach first..."
Nakamura Masahiro handed a piece of bread to the little girl. He had just queued up to receive two pieces of bread and a bottle of water, which was barely enough for the little girl to make do with him.
"Thanks."
The little girl thanked her weakly, picked up the bread and started gobbling it down. The wind-swept posture looked like the reincarnation of a starving ghost.
"Slow down, don't eat so fast, it's easy to choke..."
Nakamura Masahiro said with concern. Seeing that the little girl seemed to be really choking, he quickly reached out and patted her back, and then handed over the mineral water with the bottle cap unscrewed.
The little girl held the mineral water in her hands, took two gulps, couldn't help but burped, and then put down the bottle of mineral water with a satisfied look on her face.
"Is it enough? If not, I can give you a little more."
Nakamura Masahiro broke open half of the bread and handed it to the little girl. Seeing her shaking her head in refusal, he put it directly into her mouth and ate it with mineral water.
From the time of the earthquake to now, Masahiro Nakamura has not eaten at all, and his withered stomach has long made him feel uncomfortable with hunger.
Although there wasn't much in a piece of bread, at least I had something to put into my stomach, and I could barely absorb some energy, so that I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
In addition to food and drink, Masahiro Nakamura also received a relatively thick blanket and a camping tent. Although the quality of the items was not very good, it still solved the problem of sleeping at night.
Otherwise, it will be troublesome to sleep at night. There is nothing, so it is impossible to sleep sitting up or lie down on the ground, right?
After taking a short rest, Nakamura Masahiro quickly set up the camping tent. At this time, the gray night had completely darkened, and the rescue team was belatedly arriving.
There was quite a commotion in the area where the victims gathered, and the noise spread wantonly around, and the surging crowds crowded towards the rescue team.
"If you want to pass, please go that way and don't bump into me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude..."
Nakamura Masahiro protected the little girl next to him. Although the words he spoke were quite polite, his tone was in a scolding tone.
Shocked by Masahiro Nakamura's violent attitude and tall stature, the victims who crowded over subconsciously shrank back a little and wisely chose to go around here.
Although the Yakuza organization maintained the basic order in the gathering area, it only treated the symptoms but not the root cause, and was unable to put an end to the petty theft and sporadic fighting behaviors of some disaster victims.
As far as Nakamura Masahiro saw, there were several cases. There were also some covetous eyes that glanced at Nakamura Masahiro's tent, but after weighing it, they turned to other targets.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The ordinary people in Japan are indeed very polite, but human nature cannot stand the test. In this disaster-stricken context, many people's thoughts are
Just take care of yourself.
The character and indifferent interpersonal relationships of the island citizens, coupled with the long-term unreliability impression left by the Japanese government, have made many disaster victims choose to take desperate risks.
If you can't even care about yourself, who has the mood to care about whether others can survive?
"Now that the government has taken over this place, everyone must obey the arrangements..."
The loud sound of loudspeakers echoed over the area where victims gathered, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked slowly through the crowd holding a loudspeaker.
He preached loudly to the victims who gathered around him. He wore an armband on his arm to identify himself. He was obviously a staff member sent by the government.
"Follow-up relief supplies are being delivered one after another. Please go to the registration point to register your information in an orderly manner...Don't worry, the government will distribute necessary daily necessities to everyone."
I wonder if his words had an effect? Although the expressions on the faces of the victims could not be seen clearly, the solemn atmosphere hanging over the gathering area was obviously relaxed.
There is no signal or any information from the outside world. The victims who have just experienced the earthquake are like frightened birds, occupied by panic, fear, depression and other negative emotions.
Of course, there are also some more optimistic victims. For example, the uncle next to Masahiro Nakamura, whose house had collapsed, fled here with his daughter.
In his words, as long as he and his daughter are safe, those houses and property will be gone. After all, money is an external thing, and as long as a person is alive, everything will be fine.
Bored, he picked up his phone and played around with it. Masahiro Nakamura looked at his address book and saw many names scrolling up one by one. He didn't know how they were doing now.
Mie, mother, father, Shoji, Minami, Arimura-san, Hashimoto-san... Suddenly, Nakamura Masahiro thought of his lost contact with senior Wakamatsu Kouji.
Despite his age, he has silver hair. When he encounters an earthquake, he is very strong and his escape speed is really not slow.
Obviously, Nakamura Masahiro's speed was not much slower, but as he left the door of the restaurant, Nakamura Masahiro completely lost sight of him.
I just don’t know where Wakamatsu Koji escaped to? At this time of panic, is he safe and sound?
"Oh...Onii-chan..."
A soft and waxy voice sounded, and the little girl who spoke stretched out her little head from the tent, rubbing her eyes with her white and tender hands.
"Although I saved you, I am not your Onii-chan..."
Nakamura Masahiro was not in a good mood at the moment. He rolled his eyes at the little girl and responded angrily: "It's getting late. Have a good sleep. I'll find a way to contact your family tomorrow."
"Onii-chan, do you really not remember me?"
The little girl pursed her lips a little stubbornly, her aggrieved tone filled with deep resentment, feeling dissatisfied that Nakamura Masahiro didn't recognize her.
"I know you? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
His expression became more serious, and Nakamura Masahiro looked at the little girl's fleshy round face with some hesitation.
Her fair skin, palm-sized face, and bright eyes that look like stars make her look cute and adorable.
However, this little face looked so unfamiliar that even Nakamura Masahiro racked his brains and couldn't recall. When did he know this little girl?
"Onii-chan, do you really have no memory at all? It was in that restaurant. I was lost..."
"Lost... is it you, the little one who's a little bit crazy about the road?"
After the little girl reminded me, the memory fragments buried deep in my mind suddenly came to mind, and then became active.
That was last year, when Nakamura Masahiro, Terajima Shinobu, Onishi Nobumitsu and the others had a dinner at a restaurant. At that time, he did meet a cute little girl in the restaurant.
However, because there was no contact later, as time passed, Nakamura Masahiro forgot about that cute little girl.
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