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Gravekeeper
Lin Fan's complexion began to turn pale again. In the past few days, she had consumed a lot of good food and supplements, and since the Ghost Fetus hadn't dared to come out and excessively drain Lin Fan's Essence, her health had improved significantly, and her face looked much better. However, all the rest she had gained in these past few days had been drained away by the Ghost Fetus today!
Lying on the bed, Lin Fan's face was ashen, revealing a look of pain.
I walked over and gently patted Lin Fan's face. She was still writhing in agony.
I shook her vigorously to wake her up.
Lin Fan gasped sharply and then came to. She clung tightly to my arm like a drowning person. When she opened her eyes and saw me, she immediately tightened her grip on my arm.
I patted her back and reassured her, "It's okay, it's okay!"
Lin Fan was breathing heavily as she said, "I... I was pressed down by a ghost again, and this time I felt like I was going to die. I felt like I was suffocating."
I replied, "It's fine now; it wouldn't dare do anything to you. If the Ghost Fetus kills you, it would die too. You two are in a symbiotic relationship now. It's alright; just go back to sleep."
Lin Fan nodded. She was exhausted and soon lay back down on the bed, falling asleep quickly.
I lit a cigarette and stood at the foot of the bed smoking. I usually didn't smoke, but today I couldn't help it. I felt frustrated seeing how the Ghost Fetus had tormented Lin Fan like this while I felt powerless to do anything about it. What kind of person would create a Ghost Fetus from Resentment into such a child-seeking doll? Is a child born this way really an infant?
I shook my head; my feelings toward Japan had soured even more.
After finishing a cigarette, I no longer felt sleepy, so I picked up my phone and started browsing information related to Japan.
The passport processing went quickly; it was ready by the second night. However, the flight ticket was for early on the third morning. This was actually good; if the Ghost Fetus suddenly appeared on the plane, it could be dangerous and inconvenient.
On the third morning, I pulled my suitcase and carried my gear toward the airplane. Lin Fan wore a thin trench coat over light-colored leggings and half-heeled shoes, sporting sunglasses as she linked her arm with mine. We walked together toward the plane.
To outsiders, we looked like just another couple going on vacation.
Of course, besides the two of us, there were also four undercover police officers on the plane. We were all flying to Japan together, but they boarded as tourists to avoid the lengthy procedures that come with traveling as law enforcement.
We pretended not to know each other. Once on the plane, I leaned against Lin Fan's shoulder to rest. Before long, the plane took off, and I dozed off, my head resting lightly on Lin Fan's shoulder.
After arriving in Tokyo, we disembarked and took the subway. Following Liu Jin's instructions, we got off at Baiyama Station, where there was a shrine nearby. It was there that we could find Yang Bin's stationery company.
The subway system was a bit complicated but very convenient with its extensive network.
Lin Fan and I boarded the subway, which had signs in Chinese. Even without them, I could understand most of it since Japanese characters are derived from Chinese script. However, understanding spoken Japanese was a different story.
With my limited experience—having barely watched any Japanese adult films and even fewer romantic dramas—I struggled to comprehend the language. Fortunately, Lin Fan knew a little; although it was just a bit, gestures helped us navigate Japan.
Japan is influenced by many aspects of Chinese culture—its writing and language—but there are significant differences as well. For instance, while China faced decline in the last century yet still viewed itself as the center of the world and its origin, Japan has always maintained a mindset shaped by its history as an island nation. This geographical isolation has fostered a mentality akin to that of bandits.
Given Japan's size and its frequent natural disasters like tsunamis and earthquakes, it's understandable why its people might develop such attitudes. Competing for resources with over a hundred million others can be frustrating. Thus, I could comprehend why some Japanese might harbor twisted thoughts.
After boarding the subway, we casually found seats. The train was quite crowded, but most of the seated passengers were elderly men who displayed good manners.
As we passed several stations, the number of passengers began to dwindle. By the time we approached Baiyama Station, the entire carriage was nearly empty, indicating that this area wasn't particularly bustling.
While Lin Fan and I were studying the map, two young men wearing hats squeezed past us to sit next to a girl in a short skirt across from us.
At that moment, Tokyo's weather was quite cool; I really couldn't understand the mindset behind wearing such short skirts.
The subway was sparse, yet those two young Japanese men positioned themselves beside the girl and sat down. They then reached out toward her legs beneath her skirt.
When she attempted to get up, they pinned her down on either side. One of them grabbed her hand and forced it onto his own pants.
Honestly, I was stunned. This was broad daylight! I had only ever seen such behavior in stories about train perverts but never imagined it could be so brazen in real life. If this were in Huaxia Nation, I bet that woman would have exploded in anger and slapped those two men so hard they wouldn't know which way was up.
But unexpectedly, this was happening right here, and it was clear that the girl was quite scared, yet she only managed to utter phrases like “Linen Fall.”
Lin Fan was also taken aback. We exchanged glances, then looked at the other people in the carriage. Everyone else seemed to ignore what was happening; it was hard to tell if they were just being normal or were afraid of getting involved.
I felt sorry for the girl. Of course, she wasn’t exactly cute; at least in my opinion, her looks were just average by Chinese standards, and her figure was far from good—she had thick, bent legs. Chinese girls would look much better in short skirts. Still, even if someone looked average, they shouldn’t be treated with such disrespect.
I stood up and walked over to the two Japanese youths. “Hey! Buddy, you’ve got some nerve; why don’t you stop!”
The two young men halted. They both wore hats and looked up at me for a moment. Then one of them stood up and started babbling something at me. I couldn’t understand much, but it was probably along the lines of telling me, as a foreigner, not to meddle.
I couldn’t be bothered with him. Even though I wasn’t in China, I still couldn’t stand these thugs. With their attitude, how could Japan even think about competing with us Chinese People? It was pure delusion.
I didn’t back down and raised my voice a bit: “Get lost, you shameless idiots!”
Since no one understood me anyway, cursing a few times made me feel a bit better inside.
Both young men stood up and stared at me.
I had to admit that being shorter didn’t give them much intimidation factor. These two Japanese guys were half a head shorter than me. Even though it was one against two, I felt no pressure at all. “Get lost!”
I reached out and pushed the two of them away.
They hadn’t expected me to act first. They exchanged glances and then looked at Lin Fan. After that, they adjusted their hats and left for another carriage.
I returned to sit next to Lin Fan. “Being a hero feels pretty good! I never had the chance back in China, but here I actually got one.”
Lin Fan shot me a glance. “Do you realize that in Japan, Black Society is legal? Aren't you afraid of provoking those people?”
“What’s there to fear? I’m not living or working here. If they have the guts, they can come to China to hunt me down,” I replied nonchalantly.
Lin Fan laughed and sighed. “Now I understand why Japanese women want to marry into Huaxia Nation. Here, women’s status is so low that they can be bullied like this on the subway. It’s really a violation of human rights.”
I never expected this; I thought it was due to poor security conditions in Japan. But upon reflection, it is indeed related to the low status of women here. After all, if such things were to happen in Huaxia Nation, it would either be illegal or, at the very least, morally condemned by the surrounding people, who would drown the perpetrator in their spit. However, in Japan, there are very few who criticize men for such actions; at most, they receive a slight legal punishment.
No wonder there is so much sexual harassment in Japan, especially in the workplace.
I stopped thinking about it and soon arrived at Baiyama Station with Lin Fan. It was already afternoon, and we hadn’t eaten well on the plane. Lin Fan and I decided to grab a bite to eat before searching for Yang Bin's Haiwen Stationery Company.
We entered a relatively upscale ramen shop and ordered some food. While we were eating...
Vroom vroom vroom...
The roar of motorcycles echoed outside the ramen shop, all of them without mufflers.
More than a dozen motorcycles came to a stop, and about twenty young people jumped off and headed straight into the ramen shop.
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