Chapter 2 Part 1: Japanese tourists have weird attitudes

The title of Guizi is very attractive. When you see these two characters, it is easy to think of the ghost's son. It is naturally a horror and mysterious story. I must say, however, that I admit it's a pretty scary story.But here, the devil is not the son of a ghost, but a Japanese devil. China has always been invaded by foreign countries, and there are various names for the invaders.The Russians are old men, the Koreans who help the evildoers are Koryo sticks, the Taiwanese call the Dutch the red-haired ghosts, and the Japanese invaders who caused the most disasters to China and killed the most Chinese people are called Japanese devils.

More than 20 years have passed since the Sino-Japanese War, and many people believe that the Chinese should remember the bloody crimes committed by the Japanese devils from generation to generation.Some people think that we should forget all this, adapt to the development of the times, and look at Japan, which once invaded China, with a completely new relationship. I am writing a novel, and I have no intention of discussing it, and the title of this novel is called Devils, which is very simple, because the whole story is related to Japanese devils. The weather was very hot. I didn't feel it when drinking coffee on the top floor of the hotel, but when I got to the corridor, I felt a little hot. I took off my suit and top and entered the elevator.

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and seven or eight people came in. They seemed to be Japanese tourists, some men and women. When the elevator arrived, I walked out of the elevator with this group of Japanese tourists and walked through the lobby of the hotel. At the gate, I saw a tourist bus parked. There were already many people on the bus, all of them Japanese tourists. The seven or eight Japanese tourists who came out of the elevator with me walked out in a hurry. I let them go first, and then they also went out of the glass door.As soon as I went out, the heat was like a raging fire, and it surrounded me in all directions, which was really suffocating. Moreover, the sun was so fierce that I couldn't see anything clearly for a moment.

And at that moment, I heard a scream, and before I had a chance to figure out what was going on, a person suddenly bumped into me. The man almost ran into me, I dodged suddenly, and the man continued to rush forward, so violently that a camera hanging on him was thrown straight up. At that time, I didn't know who the person who bumped into me was, and I didn't know why this person acted so frightened after uttering an exclamation. I was sure that if a person acted in such a panic, then there must be something shady about him, so at that moment, I grabbed the camera strap. As soon as I reached out and grabbed the strap of the camera, the man could no longer rush forward, so I pulled hard and pulled him back.

Only then did I see clearly that the man was a Japanese tourist, about fifty years old, and looked very refined, but at this moment, his complexion was earthy yellow. In novels, there is often a person whose face turns yellow after being frightened. This is what happened to the Japanese at that time, and his frightened expression is very rare. When I pulled him back, he couldn't even stand upright and needed me to hold him up. All of this happened within ten seconds, so when I supported the Japanese man and looked up, all the people hadn't recovered from their astonishment. The tour bus was still parked at the entrance of the hotel. Everyone in the car stuck their heads out of the windows and looked out. Many Japanese tourists who got off the elevator with me were in front of the car, ready to get on the car.

In front of the car door stood a very bright girl, wearing a beautiful uniform, who looked like a staff member sent by a travel agency to guide tourists to visit the city. The situation in front of me was not abnormal at all, but I knew that something extremely unusual must have happened, because the Japanese man I was supporting was still shaking violently! I immediately asked in Japanese: What happened, what happened to this gentleman? It wasn't until I made a sound that two middle-aged men came over. They were also Japanese tourists. They came to me and said in unison: "Mr. Suzuki, how are you?"

The titles of the Japanese are very clear and meticulous, and the two Japanese titles at least let me know that the trembling Japanese tourist, Mr. Suzuki, who was supported by me, is a person of very high status. That Mr. Suzuki turned around slowly, the expression on his face was still so frightened, I saw that after he turned around, he only glanced at the female staff member of the travel agency, and then turned back immediately. At this time, more Japanese tourists came to me. Two Japanese even pushed me away to help Suzuki. , all forced out a look of great concern. I ignored them and walked away.

When I passed by the female staff, I asked casually: What happened? The glamorous lady smiled at me: Who knows, the Japanese are always a little nervous. I half-jokingly said: He seems to be scared when he sees you! The lady had a great sense of humor, and she said, "Well, maybe I'm old and ugly, like a Yasha!" She and I both laughed. At this moment, I saw two people, supporting Suzuki, and went back to the hotel.After walking into the glass door of the hotel, Suzuki turned his head and glanced out. He was still looking at the lady tour guide, and, like last time, he turned his head away as if he had seen a ghost after a look. This situation, in my eyes, was the first time. The second time, I couldn't help feeling extremely suspicious in my heart.

Just now, when I said that to the young lady, it was half a joke, but this time, I was serious, and I said: Miss, did you see that he really saw you and was scared! The lady made a helpless gesture, but I refused to let it go, I said: This Japanese is called Suzuki, have you met him before? The lady shook her head and said: Of course not! After a while, the two people who helped Suzuki in came out, and one of them said: Mr. Suzuki suddenly felt a little unwell, he can't go with us, let him have a rest alone! The lady ignored me and just took care of the tourists and got on the car. Fortunately, when she got on the car, she finally remembered and waved to me.I am still standing in front of the hotel, under the scorching sun, thinking about what happened just now.

I thought about it for about two or three minutes, and even I felt amused. It can be said that this matter has nothing to do with me at all. I am asked to bask in the sun here, thinking about it, and I don’t know why? I shrugged and walked forward, but when I got to the opposite road, turned around, and saw the majestic hotel, I changed my mind.I feel that this matter may not be that simple, Mr. Suzuki is obviously extremely afraid of the lady tour guide! why?That lady has never seen Mr. Suzuki before, I can be sure, because that lady's attitude has always been so relaxed. My curiosity is very strong, and some friends pointed out that it has reached the level of deformity.That said, I'm already a nosy person to the point of being obnoxious!

I admit this, but I can't change it, like an alcoholic who gets a tickle in his throat when he sees a good drink, I can't control myself before something suspicious.So, I crossed the road again and walked into the hotel. I came to the check-in counter: there was a group of Japanese tourists.I live here. I need to see one of them, Mr. Suzuki. What room does he live in? The staff at the counter looked at me indifferently, as if they hadn't heard my words at all. I didn't blame him, I just took out a banknote, folded it into a small size, pressed it under my palm, and pushed it over the counter. For things that have nothing to do with me, I am even willing to pay upside down money, you can see that my curiosity is indeed a bit morbid! I said again: I am a representative of a foreign firm, and I have important business, so I want to talk to Mr. Suzuki. The employee's attitude changed immediately, and he said: Let me check! He flipped through the register, then pushed the register towards me, and as he pushed the register over, he took the bill.I saw Suzuki's registration: Suzuki Upright.He lives in Room 1606. The clerk also said: "In this group of tourists, everyone lives in a double room, and he is the only one who lives in a suite. Is he a big shot?" I smiled: It can be said that it is. The reason why I answer this is because I am not sure. Because, as far as the general situation is concerned, people with important positions seldom travel with a group. They don't care about money, so they will naturally travel privately instead of being dragged around by the tour group. However, Masaaki Suzuki and the other members obviously have different identities, at least he lives in a suite by himself. I left the counter, walked into the phone booth, and dialed the hotel number: Please answer room 1606, Mr. Suzuki. At that time, I was only going to meet this Mr. Suzuki, and I hadn't figured out how I would ask to see him. Not long after the phone rang, someone came to answer it. At that moment, I had an idea, and I said: Mr. Suzuki? Suzuki's voice sounded full of fear and panic, I could even hear his panting, he said: Who, who? I said: I'm sorry, I'm a hotel employee. I heard that you feel unwell. Do you want us to call a doctor for you? Suzuki seemed relieved: No need, I have nothing! I said again: Mr. Suzuki, there is a young lady who wants to see you, do you want to meet her? Suzuki let out a strange swallowing sound, and remained silent for a long time. After half a minute, he said: "Miss, who is it?" I smiled: it's the one you lose your temper and feel scared when you see her. That was the idea I came up with after the call was made.Although I talked to the lady tour guide, she said that she didn't recognize Suzuki at all, but Suzuki was obviously scared when he saw the lady, so I specifically said this on the phone to hear his reaction. I expected that Suzuki would definitely react, but I never expected that Suzuki's reaction would be so strong. I was on the phone, and suddenly heard an exclamation, followed by a bang, apparently the phone receiver was thrown away, and then another sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. From the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, it seemed that Mr. Suzuki had fallen to the ground. I heard a heavy panting sound coming from the phone, and at the same time I heard Suzuki shouting in Japanese: No, no! His screams are really hair-raising! I couldn't help being stunned, I felt that this nosy phone call might cause a very serious accident, so I quickly put down the phone and got on the elevator. On the sixteenth floor, I found the waiter and said: Mr. Suzuki in room 1606, there may be an accident, please open the door and have a look. The waiter looked at me strangely: how do you know? I shouted loudly: Don't ask me how I know, just go and open the door! The waiter reluctantly came to the door of Room 1606. He knocked on the door first and called out: Mr. Suzuki! He just yelled, and suddenly there was an angry roar in the room: Get out of here, don't bother me! It was Suzuki's voice, I recognized it. The waiter immediately turned around and glared at me angrily. I was also taken aback by Suzuki's angry shout. The waiter was obviously not going to knock on the door anymore, so I walked forward, just now When he was about to knock on the door again, there was a bang from inside the door, as if someone had hit the door heavily, and then Suzuki shouted again: "Get out, get out, don't come to me, don't come to me!" Suzuki's voice came from behind the door, so it can be seen that he hit the door just now.I said: Mr. Suzuki, I have something to tell you! There was a moment of silence in the door before Suzuki said sharply: Who are you? It is very difficult for me to answer this question. I can no longer pretend to be a hotel employee, because the hotel waiters are by my side.I also can't say my name, because the word Wesley means nothing to a person from Japan. However, I still had an answer right away, and I said: I am the representative of the travel agency, Mr. Suzuki, you cannot participate in group tours, and I would like to arrange a personal itinerary for you. The reason I say this is, on the one hand, it is justifiable, and it can prevent the wait staff from being suspicious. On the other hand, I think Suzuki saw the strange look of the tour guide lady, so he might want to meet with the people in the travel agency and find out. Tell me about the history of the tour guide lady. I don't know which of the two things I had expected to play a role, but not long after I answered his question, the door opened and Suzuki was standing behind it. When I saw Suzuki, I was startled again. His expression was horrifying, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and the eyes were covered with red threads, and his face was covered with an extremely terrifying murderous look.Although he is in his early fifties, his body is still very strong. Standing in front of the door, he seems like a hungry wolf trying to pounce on me. I stayed for a while and then said: Can I come in? Suzuki stretched out his head and took a look in the corridor. There was no one in the corridor, and his expression seemed to be more stable. He said to the waiter: You called me just now? The waiter hurriedly said: No, sir! Suzuki was stunned again, then nodded to me, indicating that I could go in, and when I walked into the room, he closed the door. I thought he might know me, because I was hit by him at the gate of the hotel and helped him for a few minutes, but he didn't seem to have seen me at all. He was extremely flustered, and he didn't even know who was holding him up! Suzuki's demeanor has calmed down a lot. He stood in front of me, and I always felt that his standing posture was very strange, which seemed very unaccustomed to people.But it didn't take long for me to know that he must be a soldier, and that standing posture, unless he is a well-trained soldier, is not easy for ordinary people to do.Let me start by saying: Mr. Suzuki, I hope you will be able to recover soon and visit this city. Suzuki concealed his authenticity: It doesn't matter, I don't have anything, maybe it's because the weather is too hot! I followed his tone: yes, the weather is really hot these days, what's your opinion on the tour guide? I said that on purpose, and the purpose was still to see Suzuki's reaction. Suzuki's body shook suddenly, and he shouted, "What do you mean by saying that?" I have tried again and again Suzuki's abnormal reaction to the lady guide, and his reaction to the term "miss guide" is also unusual. I pretended not to know, and just said: I mean, if you want to go on a personal tour, we can send a staff member just for you. Suzuki sat down and motioned for me to sit down. I rested my head on my hands, as if I was thinking deeply. During this period of time, I didn't make a sound.After a long while, he said: Today, when they went on a group tour just now, where is the lady of the tour guide from? Suzuki finally asked me about the lady, but his question was very weird, because he didn't ask the lady's name, but just asked where she was from. Why did he ask that?What is the purpose of asking like that? I couldn't get an answer at all at that time, I just said: I don't know, although she and I are colleagues, she speaks local dialect, English and Japanese, sir, do you know this lady? Suzuki's hands shook wildly, and the veins on his forehead also burst out. He said in a very flustered tone: No, I don't know, I don't know at all! Then, with slightly trembling hands, he picked up a newspaper and covered his own face: I ask you to make arrangements for me, I want to go back to Japan immediately! The doubts in my heart were even worse. At this time, it was certain that Suzuki must have felt extreme fear in his heart. Although he tried his best to conceal this fear, his fear was still so obvious. Second, his fear came from the beautiful and lively lady tour guide. Thirdly, his fear was so great that he dared not even linger! When I thought of these three points, I stood up and said coldly: Mr. Suzuki, if you are running away from something, even if you go back to Japan, you will not be able to escape! If, as I said before, I stimulated Suzuki, then this kind of stimulation is nothing compared to the current situation.At this time, as soon as I said the words, Suzuki's hands parted suddenly, and the newspaper had been torn in half by him.He also stood up abruptly, staring at me with his eyes twitching, his expression was really terrifying! My purpose is to stimulate him to understand what the fear in his heart is! So, when his expression became so terrifying, I still just stood in front of him and looked at him coldly. However, what happened next was beyond my expectation! I saw him stepping forward steeply, his movements were extremely fast, and suddenly he yelled loudly, and he slapped me with a palm. Naturally, I wouldn't hit him with that palm, and I dodged his palm by dodging backwards, but his left foot flew up immediately, and with a bang, it hit my left leg. The strength of that kick can be said to be very heavy, I fell to one side on the carpet, and Suzuki continued to roar loudly, turned around and rushed towards me.