Shimada Daki... No, I should call this little boy Nakamura now.

My soul was separated from Nakamura's body, and I watched the little boy holding the newspaper, looking reminiscent and astonished. This was not the expression that should have appeared on the child's face.

Shimada Daki's mother looked at her son expressionlessly, stood up slowly, and took her son's hand.

Only then did Nakamura come to his senses. He was a little at a loss and subconsciously followed his current mother forward.

The granddaughter-in-law of the Shimada family was full of yin energy that belonged to a female ghost. She led Nakamura all the way forward and walked out of the room.

This should be a residence at the foot of the mountain, and some venue.

The mother and son walked out all the way, and on the way, they met Mrs. Shimada's daughter-in-law. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren did not communicate, but just walked together tacitly.

Members of the crew have successively joined the team.

Nakamura still held the newspaper in his hand, but he had not yet escaped from the shock of retrieving his previous life.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic and many memories were intertwined.

I saw Miss Sayuri and some strangers. Those scenes that obviously did not belong to this era. Architecture, furniture, roads, towns, and people's dresses are all different from modern society.

Some of them are people I know in Zhongcun, where Zhongcun lives, hometown, hometown, and experiences after killing people in Zhongcun.

The murder process is unforgettable to Nakamura.

It was an impulse, and when he was killed, Sayuri was present.

Sayuri's eyes were tearful, and he asked him to escape quickly, warning him that the deceased was an officer who was not easy to mess with. Sayuri's worries, sadness, and Sayuri's separate occupy Nakamura's entire heart.

I have some difficulty understanding this feeling.

I have never encountered such love myself.

I just found it incredible to see Zhongcun escape from his hometown with regret, wandering around on the streets, becoming a thief and a robber. After many years, I returned to his hometown with the money he stolen.

In these years, Nakamura thought the most about Sayuri.

He left his parents, family, relatives and friends behind him.

The first thing he did when he returned to his hometown was to inquire about Sayuri's situation.

No wonder he found his memory after seeing the photo of Sayuri.

This is the most important memory of the life of Nakamura in his previous life. The rest are just passing clouds.

Shimada Oki's body was pulled hard.

He came to his senses and was stuffed into the car by his mother.

The car is the director's car.

After a day or two, the director also got the yin energy of a female ghost.

They had no expression, and they seemed to have a layer of paste on their faces, which solidified directly.

Nakamura hesitated and said, "Where are we going?"

His mother turned her head, staring at him without blinking, "Go to do something."

At this time, Zhongcun realized something was wrong.

He looked out the car window.

The convoy has already set off, and everyone in the crew is on the convoy.

The car drove to the hill where the Hot Spring Villa was located.

Nakamura's heartbeat was very fast. The shock he had recovered from his previous life had passed, and he began to worry about his situation.

"I want to go back. Let's go back." Nakamura said stiffly, not knowing how to deal with this woman whose identity is his mother.

The woman ignored him.

Nakamura held the door handle in his hand, but he looked at the moving vehicle and did not dare to jump out of the vehicle.

The car went up the mountain and drove to the end.

Zhongcun opened the car door and jumped down, spread his legs and ran down the mountain.

He now has only one child's body and can't run far, so he was caught.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" Nakamura shouted, shaking his limbs, kicking and hitting the person who grabbed him.

That was a staff member of the crew. He arrested Zhongcun like a little chicken, and did not care about Zhongcun's struggle at all.

Everyone in the crew got out of the car and walked all the way into the hot spring villa.

The cordons posted by the police were torn off by them. Their behavior was natural, some were arrogant, but their behavior was no different from that of normal people.

Everyone remained silent and entered the large room in the hotel. This place was originally regarded as a restaurant. The room was empty and there was no furniture.

Nakamura was pressed and sat indoors.

The others formed a circle and sat down, transformed into sculptures, and their eyelids did not move at all.

The room was quiet and there was no sound at all.

Nakamura swallowed, "What are you going to do? Who are you...?"

His voice trembled, his body was trembling, and he had no deterrent power.

The female ghosts ignored him.

Time passes minute by minute.

Nakamura became more and more anxious. He tried to struggle to escape several times, but was pressed to the spot with all his strength.

Footsteps came from outside the room.

There were several footsteps, two of which were very messy, as if someone was dragged to walk.

Soon, a figure appeared at the door.

Mrs. Shimada was dragged into the room.

The two people dragging him were Shimada Hikari and Shimada Hikari's sons.

Nakamura was shocked, and hatred and anger arose in his heart, but this emotion was immediately replaced by fear.

After the three of Shimada family, I saw three other figures.

I couldn't help but take a step forward and stared at the person with gritted teeth.

It's Nantian!

Nan Tian walked at the end and followed Bian Sijun and "Han Ji"! Bian Sijun seemed to be dead, and was controlled by the female ghost.

"Han Ji"'s eyes fell on Zhongcun, his eyes were gloomy.

Mrs. Shimada was pushed to the ground by her son and grandson, and held her hands and feet.

"Who are you? Who are you? What are you?" Mrs. Shimada asked breathlessly. Her breath was weak, her hair was messy, and she looked tortured.

Zhongcun didn't dare to speak out.

No one in the room answered Mrs. Shimada's words.

I felt a yin energy, turned around and saw the black and white cat appearing on the windowsill.

The cat jumped off the windowsill cleverly, walked past a row of people, and approached Mrs. Shimada.

Mrs. Shimada and Nakamura both stared wide.

"It's you... it's you little beast!" Mrs. Shimada was furious and was suddenly angry and cursed.

The other female ghosts stood by and watched.

The cat was not angry, and there was no emotional fluctuation in its green eyes.

Nakamura was pulled up and stood in front of Mrs. Shimada, standing behind the cat.

Mrs. Shimada raised her eyelids and suddenly struggled, "Big Tree! What are you going to do to the big tree!"

"Meow."

"whee……"

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cat screamed, and the female ghosts laughed.

Mrs. Shimada looked sad, "Yes, I said I killed you! But Dashu is innocent! He is just a child!"

Nakamura was kicked to the bend of the knee and knelt on the ground with a thud.

Tears surged in Mrs. Shimada's eyes.

Her feelings for her great-grandson seem to be true.

She turned to look at Hikaru Shimada.

"That's your biological grandson! Wake up! Ah Guang! I am your mother! How can you... How can you..." Mrs. Shimada burst into tears.

Nakamura was pulled with his hair and put his face in front of Mrs. Shimada.

"Say, who are you?" "Han Ji" stopped laughing and spoke coldly.

Nakamura shivered.

"Ah--" He was pulled at his hair and said with difficulty, "Nakamura...I am Toshiro Nakamura..."

Mrs. Shimada suddenly widened her eyes.
Chapter completed!