Wesleyan devils The title of "Devil" is very attractive, and when you see these two words, it is easy to think of "Son of Ghost", which is naturally a terrifying and mysterious story.
However, I must make it clear that I admit that this is a rather horrible story.
But here, the "devil" is not the "son of the son", but the Japanese devil.
China has always been subject to foreign aggression, and there are various names for aggressors.
The Russians are "old Maozi," the Koreans who aided the abuse are "Goryeo sticks," the Taiwanese call the Dutch "red-haired ghosts," and the Japanese invaders who have caused the most harm to China and killed the Chinese people the most 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 for generations to come.
There are also those who believe that we should forget all this, adapt ourselves to the development of the times, and look at Japan, which invaded China, with a completely new relationship.
I write a novel and have no intention of discussing it, and the title of this novel, called "Devils", is very simple, because the whole story is related to Japanese devils.
The weather was very hot, and I didn't feel it when I drank coffee on the top floor of the hotel, but as soon as I got to the corridor, I felt a little hot, so I took off my suit and entered the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and seven or eight people came in, apparently Japanese tourists, both 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 tour bus parked, and 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 hurriedly walked out, and I told them to go first, and then out of the glass door.
As soon as I went out, the heat was like a raging fire, and it was so breathless that the sun was so fierce that I couldn't see anything clearly in an instant.
And at that moment, I heard a scream, and before I had a chance to figure out what was going on, someone suddenly bumped into me.
The man almost crashed into me, and I flashed sharply, and the man continued to rush forward, so violently that a camera hanging on top of him shook up.
At that time, I didn't know who the person who hit me was, or why he seemed so frightened after letting out an exclamation.
I am sure that if a person acts so frightened, then he must have something unsightly to do, so in that moment, I grabbed the strap of my camera.
As soon as I reached out and grabbed the strap of the camera, the man could no longer rush forward, so I pulled him back with a hard pull.
It was only then that I could see clearly that the man was a Japanese tourist, about fifty years old, and he looked very gentle, but at this time, his face was earthy yellow.
In the novel, there is often a person who is frightened, "his face is yellow", this Japanese situation at that time is like this, and his kind of palpitation is very rare.
When I pulled him back, he couldn't even stand on his feet and needed me to hold him up.
All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and when I held the Japanese and looked up, all of them had not yet recovered from their astonishment.
The tour bus was still parked in front of the hotel, and the people who were in the car were all poking their heads out of the window and looking out, and many Japanese tourists who had come down from the elevator with me were all in front of the bus, ready to get on the bus.
In front of the door, there was a very bright girl, wearing a beautiful uniform, who looked like a staff member sent by a travel agency to guide tourists to the cityscape.
The situation in front of me was not unusual at all, but I knew that something very unusual must have happened, because the Japanese man I was holding on to was still shaking violently I immediately asked in Japanese, "What happened, what's wrong with this gentleman?"
It wasn't until I spoke up that two middle-aged people, also Japanese tourists, came up to me and said in unison, "Mr.
Suzuki, how are you?"
The Japanese names are very clear and meticulous, and those two Japanese names at least let me know that the Japanese tourist who was shivering and shivering by my support, Mr.
Suzuki, was a person of great status.
Mr.
Suzuki turned around slowly, the look on his face still so frightened, and I saw that after he turned around, he only glanced at the female employee of the travel agency, and then immediately turned back.
At this time, more Japanese tourists came to me, and two Japanese even vied to push me away and help Suzuki, and they all asked Suzuki questions of concern, gossiping, and all of them had a very concerned look on their faces.
I ignored them and walked away.
As I passed by the female clerk, I asked, "What's going on?"
The bright young lady smiled at me: "Who knows, Japanese people are always a little nervous. ” I said half-jokingly, "He seems to be scared when he sees you."
The young lady had a great sense of humor, and she said, "Yes, maybe I'm old and ugly, like a Nakshatra."
She and I both laughed, and then I saw two people, holding Suzuki, back to the hotel.
After walking through the glass doors of the hotel, Suzuki turned his head and looked out.
He was still looking at the guide, and, as last time, still after a look, as if he had seen a ghost, he immediately turned his head again, and this situation, in my eyes, was the second time, and my heart could not help but have extreme doubts.
Just now, I said that to the young lady, it was still half of a joke, but this time, I was serious, I said: "Miss, did you see it, he really saw you and felt scared" The young lady made a helpless gesture, but I refused to give up, I said, "This Japanese man's name is Suzuki, and you have seen him before."
The young lady shook her head and said, "Of course not."
After a while, the two people who helped Suzuki go in came out, and one said, "Mr.
Suzuki suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he can't go with us, let him rest alone."
The young lady also ignored me, just took care of the tourists and got into the car, and fortunately, when she also boarded the car, she finally remembered and waved at me.
I was still standing in front of the hotel, in the scorching sun, thinking about what had just happened.
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I thought about it for about two or three minutes, and even I felt funny, this one thing, so to speak, has nothing to do with me, I want to bask in the sun here, think about it, and I don't know why I shrugged my shoulders and walked forward, but when I got to the opposite side of the road, turned around, and saw the towering hotel, I changed my mind.
I felt that this matter might not be so simple, and Mr.
Suzuki was obviously extremely afraid of the tour guide That's why the young lady had never met Mr.
Suzuki - I'm sure of that, because the young lady's attitude had always been so relaxed.
My curiosity was very strong, and some of my friends pointed out that it had reached the point of deformity.
That said, I'm already a nosy person to the point of being annoying I admit it, but I can't change it, just like an alcoholic who has an itchy throat when he sees a good wine, I can't control myself before something suspicious.
So, I crossed the street again and walked into the hotel.
I went to the check-in counter: "There is a group of Japanese tourists.
Staying here, I need to meet one of the Mr.
Suzuki, please what room is he staying in" The staff at the counter looked at me with a blank look as if they hadn't heard me at all.
I didn't blame him, but I took out a bill, folded it into a small one, pressed it under the palm of my hand, and pushed it over the counter.
I was even willing to put money upside down for something that had nothing to do with me, which shows that my curiosity is a bit sick I added, "I'm a representative of a foreign company and I have important business, so I want to talk to Mr.
Suzuki." ” The clerk's attitude changed immediately, and he said, "Let me check it out."
He flipped through the register, and then, pushing the register towards me, he took the bill as he pushed through the register.
I saw Suzuki's registration: Suzuki Masaki.
He lived in room 1606.
The clerk also specially said: "This group of tourists, everyone lives in a double room, only he lives in a suite, he is a big man" I smiled, "Yes, yes." ” I answer this way because I'm not sure.
Because, in general, people in important positions rarely travel with groups, they don't care about money, they will naturally make private trips, and will not let the tour group drag around.
However, Masato Suzuki and other members of the group obviously have different identities, at least he lives in a suite alone.
I left the counter, walked into the phone room, and dialed the number of the hotel: "Please take room 1606, Mr.
Suzuki." ” At that time, I was just going to meet Mr.
Suzuki, and I hadn't figured out how I was going to ask to meet him.
Not long after the phone rang, someone came to answer, and at that moment, I had an idea, and I said, "Mr.
Suzuki" Suzuki's voice sounded so full of fear and panic that I could even hear his gasp as he said, "Who, who" I said, "I'm sorry, I'm a hotel clerk, I heard that you are not feeling well, and I asked us to call a doctor for you."
Suzuki seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "No need, I don't have anything" I said, "Mr.
Suzuki, there is a young lady who wants to see you, do you want to meet her" gd1806102: