After coming out of the tavern, the two of them walked on the dark street, illuminated only by the dim moonlight reflected on the snow, making everything look lonely and deserted.
The hot breath condensed into mist in front of me, and was quickly blown away by the north wind.
Neither of them felt much about the temperature, but they were inevitably a little affected by the dilapidated scene.
Gin took the wine he just bought and put a little bit into his mouth.
“Too bland.”
"Normally, sake is always mixed with water."
Gin drank the wine as if it were water and threw the bottle far away: "Is there anything special about the Japanese officer named Yashida?"
"If my original information is correct, he was once the little boss in charge of prison management, and Logan was a prisoner under his nose at that time."
Su Ming took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and looked up to identify the direction.
"Did the nuclear bomb explode?" Gin heard Howard bragging about the power of his nuclear weapons more than once, but the boss's wife said that nothing happened in the town at that time.
"I have to remind you that this is not Brigadier Doolittle's problem. It must be something wrong with Howard. The military port was supposed to be bombed, but it ended up in the mountains on the other side of the city. It was only a few dozen kilometers away.
There was something wrong with the parachute he designed."
Su Ming expressed his conjecture. Anyway, Howard's inventions, well... have never been reliable.
According to the bar owner, the atomic bomb did not even affect the area at that time, and they were only evacuated later to avoid the radiation fallout.
In addition to the civilians, soldiers and prisoners all evacuated. It was a chaotic time, and not long after the two nuclear bombs were fired, Japan announced its surrender.
From then on, she never saw Lieutenant Yashida again.
However, he used to be a frequent visitor to the tavern. Yashida looked like he was the heir of a big family and treated himself very strictly. On his days off every week, he would come to the tavern and ask for a bottle of wine, no more, no less, and just eat a small amount.
Wasabi octopus.
Then he would get up and leave, not saying much, but very politely.
The husband of the bar owner also died overseas. She knew that these officers who stayed in the country usually belonged to someone in the government. The world was so unfair.
But Yashida is a person who cannot be hated. I heard that many prisoners sympathized with him and even came to inquire about his whereabouts after the war.
Unlike other prisons, Yashida does not allow his men to torture prisoners, saying it is inconsistent with the spirit of the samurai. It is unnecessary and stupid to humiliate the other side's soldiers.
Therefore, during the years of managing the prisoner-of-war camp, he learned several foreign languages from the prisoners. Now I heard that he has retired from the army and returned home to inherit the family business.
But if she wanted to find him, the only clue the landlady could give was Kamakura in Kanagawa Prefecture. She heard that the old residence of the Yashida family was there because he occasionally mentioned that their ancestors had been aides to the shogun during the Kamakura shogunate period.
In this way, Natasha's whereabouts is self-evident.
"Natasha left five days earlier than us, but her movement speed will be greatly affected after arriving in Japan, so as long as we don't get sidetracked, we will be able to find her soon."
Su Ming found a place where no one was around, pulled Gin onto the magic floating cloak again, and the two flew towards Kamakura.
Kanagawa Prefecture is adjacent to Saitama Prefecture, and both belong to the surrounding areas of Tokyo. Kamakura has had many commercial ports due to its good hydrological conditions since ancient times, and it was considered a relatively prosperous town in the past.
Although it calls itself Kamakura City, it has such a small population that Su Ming cannot name it.
Similar to the Jiangnan water town of China, Kamakura is also very popular in digging small canals. Taking a boat to swim in the town, or taking a rickshaw to enjoy the flowers are all good tourism projects. There are hot springs in the mountains here, and the specialty is digging
Grave of civet cat.
Unfortunately, Su Ming and the others came out of season this time.
Winter was still approaching the end of the year, and the recession was still the same this year. When they arrived at the outskirts of this small town, they found that the entire city, except for the service industry, was basically shut down.
"Well, in fact, the wagashi in several places that were opened by the shogunate are generally good, but unfortunately we can't eat them this time." Su Ming looked at the city in the night and spread his hands helplessly towards Gin.
He then pointed to the towering castle outside the city, and the cloak flew in that direction.
The castle is a remnant of Japan's Warring States Period. If there is a samurai town, it should not be far from the castle.
Gin smoothed her hair indifferently. The black hair made her feel strange: "Since you said that the Yashida family is rich, are you still worried that they don't have snacks? Let's grab what we want."
"This is Earth, not Asgard. I don't steal other people's things. I want friendship and don't kill." Su Ming covered his face. Gin seemed to have suppressed his energy in the past few years.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Gin smiled and leaned against him. After the two landed, they switched to walking and headed towards Wuka Town.
The courtyards are all large and grand, but the ten rooms are empty. Even if there are occasional people, it is usually just old people sitting in front of the lamp, looking at the candlelight and not knowing what they are thinking.
"It's a really nice place. We should buy it and develop real estate. After more than ten years, let the Japanese government take over." Su Ming didn't care whether these people were sad or not, but thought about his own interests.
Gin hugged his arm, her movements were very uncoordinated, and she said helplessly: "Didn't we agree that the next development direction of the group is mainly to control public opinion, why do you want to engage in real estate again?"
"That's right, forget it, money is just a number to me now. Rare metals and various resources are the focus. The adjutant's spaceship project is really a bottomless pit of resources. Dr. Zola is not living up to expectations. He is studying a grinding machine in the computer industry.
Dilly-dally.”
Su Ming's thoughts immediately wandered away again.
"We're here, this should be it, right?" Gin pointed to a large house not far from the street. It was brightly lit, and there was a lantern in front of the door with Yashida's family name written on it.
She doesn't know Japanese, but she knows Chinese characters, such as Hu Meng.
"I'm knocking on the door. Don't say anything. Their family may have some connection with Hydra. Don't reveal the secret."
Su Ming explained a few words that he and he had nothing to do with each other. What he was more worried about along the way was that Natasha had found this place before, in case Yashida saw something and notified Hydra.
Now the boss of Hydra in Japan is Baron Sitric, who is also a bald man. The last thing Su Ming wants to deal with now is a bald man.
Luther has a bald head, Brainiac has a bald head, and Dr. Manhattan also has a bald head. They don’t have a fuel-efficient lamp. There is also a little bald boy who lives in Zhongsi Academy, and he will be a tough guy when he grows up.
Strictly speaking, my little cousin and Doom are also bald. Their scalps have rotted and fallen off, so they are naturally bald.
It can be seen that becoming bald means becoming stronger is not an empty statement, it is universal.
After knocking on the door, Su Ming looked at the servant who opened the door and introduced himself: "Tell your head, Shida Ichiro, that an old friend is visiting."
"Um... I'm sorry, do you have proof?" It's not easy for the gatekeeper. It's not easy to come to the owner this late at night. It's impossible to be so vague.
"Just say that my name is Logan Houtley and I am a dwarf." Su Ming answered him without changing his expression.