Chapter 7 Chapter VII

My friend Yoshitaro Isaka often smiled and said to me with his jagged teeth: "Everything is the same, you get used to it the second time." And this is his excuse for often cheating. "Humans are animals that can get used to it. Once they get used to it, they will want to pursue greater stimulation. This is the evolutionary process of humans. It's the same as muscle strength training. Increase the muscle load and grow muscles; after getting used to it, After giving a stronger load, you can finally develop a well-developed muscle." Every time I heard him talk about this, I just felt dumbfounded, thinking that he was using boring excuses to excuse himself again.But now, I really want to seriously and seriously deny his theory.

Get used to it the second time?Not at all. Two nights ago, scary men sent by my wife ambush me in the apartment, tortured me, and made me reveal the identity of the person I was stealing from.And at this moment, I was surrounded by three men again, but I was not used to it at all. It happened as I was walking from the station to the light locomotive parked in the locomotive park when my wife called and I had just finished speaking with her when I saw the three men. The three men appeared very naturally, as if the ground would grow smoked spots when it was wet.The three of them are of different heights. The one standing on the far left is about 190 centimeters, then 170 centimeters and 160 centimeters. All three are wearing black V-neck sweaters that are popular among young people recently. Cropped jeans.

Although the three of them are tall and short, their hairstyles and looks are very similar. They all have black hair, parted to the left, and neatly combed.Long before I was born, this hairstyle with a ratio of three to seven was called "three to seven", and it was the standard hairstyle for office workers in the past.It's not pretty to use a lot of hairspray to make the hair stick to the scalp like this, but it seems to be popular among teenagers these days.The facial features of the three people in front of them are very similar, narrow nose, light eyebrows, and small mouth, but they don't look like brothers, so they probably look alike by chance, or they became good friends because of their alike.All three were expressionless, and I felt as if I was surrounded by three dolls, and I couldn't help but feel hairy.

"Ah, can you please come with us?" The short man waved to me.His words were polite, but he was holding something with a sharp end like a screwdriver in his hand. "Ice drill?" I muttered subconsciously when I saw the thing. "That's right." The middle man said coldly. "But the purpose of this tool is not to drill ice, but to drill people, so it should be called to drill people." The tall man said. "It's used to drill meat, so it should be called a meat drill. If you can't spell it clearly, it will become a picnic." The short man said.

Of course I didn't dare to resist them, and I couldn't find a way or opportunity to escape, so I could only follow them into the alley. I followed their instructions and came to a closed wine shop, the iron rolling door of the shop was pulled down.The three of them flicked the part of the bangs with their index fingers at the same time. It was the same four years ago.My wife suspected that I was cheating, and sent a group of scary men to surround me to make me admit that I was cheating, and even broke my arm, but that time I was wronged. In other words, this is the third time I have encountered such a terrible scene, but I am not used to it at all, and of course I have no idea of ​​"seeking greater excitement".The disgusting face of Kotaro Isaka came to my mind, why does that man always have a way to put some ridiculous theories into seriousness?

"I'm not stealing." In order to show that I didn't resist, I raised my hands, and I was still holding a briefcase in my right hand.I looked around quietly, expecting to see the sirens installed on the nearby street lights or traffic signs, but there were no street lights or traffic signs in the alley, so I was really at a loss. After the tall man and the middle man glanced at each other, they turned their heads to one side at the same angle. "Who cares if you steal or not." The tall man said slowly while playing with the ice drill. "That's your freedom." The middle man continued.

"We just want to know the whereabouts of Mr. Gotanda," said the short man. My mind went blank for an instant.I didn't expect their purpose to be this matter. It seems that I was wrong. They were not sent by my wife Kayoko. "Mr. Gotanda is indeed a senior of our company..." "Tell us, where is he now?" "Is he really missing?" I couldn't help expressing my doubts, "Where did he go?" The three of them frowned at the same time, "This is exactly the question we want to ask you." "I spoke to him on the phone yesterday."

"We know. Mr. Gotanda's phone call history contains your phone number, so we were able to call you just now. Didn't you receive our call?" said the short man. I remembered that I received a phone call just after I walked out of the ticket gate at the station. The other party did not identify himself. I always thought it was a customer. It seems that I guessed wrong. "So, we came to you." The middle man pointed at me with an ice drill. "I don't know where Mr. Gotanda is, isn't he at home?" "He didn't come home, that's why we have such a headache."

The three combed three to seven slowly took a step closer to me, their entire hair sticking to the scalp looked disgusting.The three of them took another step closer. The short man suddenly extended his left hand towards me, apparently wanting to shake hands with me.Although he stretched out his left hand instead of his right, which is a bit abnormal, but in order to show my favor, I obediently stretched out my left hand to shake his left hand. At this moment, the other two quickly came up and grabbed my left arm.It was so sudden that I had no time to react. "Please tell us where Mr. Gotanda is now," said the middle man.

"I have no idea." "Oh? Really?" The middle man grabbed my left little finger, "Then, please look at this." I obediently followed his instructions and looked at my left little finger. "Say goodbye," said the tall man.The sight of three men grabbing my left arm at the same time was really grotesque. "Farewell?" "This is the last time you'll see this finger." "Huh?" I was startled, and saw that the short man standing directly in front of me wrapped my little finger with something without warning. What the hell is that?

I just know it's a tool I've never seen before. It's kind of like a giant stapler with a hole in the front, and I'm sticking my finger in the hole.Although I didn't feel any discomfort when I put my finger in it, after all, the whole finger was trapped, and it felt very scary. I hurriedly wanted to withdraw my hand, but the two men beside me held me tightly. I had to try to beat the tall man Pushed away, but missed, and let the tall man grab my right arm, he quickly approached me, and put my right arm under his armpit.Both my arms were restrained and I couldn't move. "This thing was originally used for chopping vegetables." The short man began to explain the purpose of the tool. He pointed to the handle and said, "As long as I pinch it from here, the fingers inserted in it will be cut off." "what?" "Very quickly, just a light pinch, and the fingers fall off." "Are you joking?" "You don't believe it? You think there's bone in the finger and it can't be severed so easily, right?" "I did not mean that." "This is the principle of leverage, just like scissors, you can cut things with little effort. And, it doesn't hurt very much, but you will lose a finger; and without the little finger, life is very inconvenient. So , or obediently tell the whereabouts of Mr. Gotanda?" I really want to yell "I really don't know", but I can't get a word out.His gaze fell on the pinched left little finger.When I think of the scene of my little finger being cut off, I can't calm down.I tried to break free again.Still in vain, "Who the hell are you? Why are you looking for Mr. Gotanda?" "Because he's missing," said the tall one. "When someone goes missing, of course they want to get it back. Is that normal?" said the short man. I was so anxious that my legs were weak.My own finger is in great danger, but I can't do anything. As long as the other party's finger moves, my little finger will be cut off neatly. The whole process is so simple that it sends chills down my spine.In my mind, the severed pinky finger wriggled like a lizard's tail. "Okay, I'm counting down," said the middle man.There was no excitement in his tone, as if he was dealing with a boring and troublesome job.I yelled, "Wait a minute!" but no one paid any attention to me. Someone yells "five," another "four," followed by "three" and "two."I struggled desperately, but I couldn't move my body even an inch.Just when I thought to myself—ah, I’m going to live a life without little fingers in the future, life is full of parting like this...Suddenly someone said: "When cutting your fingers, it's better to pull them behind your back." The accent of this person was obviously different from those three with heads in threes and sevens. I looked up and saw a man with a bearded face and a strong physique standing in front of me. He was standing between the tall and middle man holding my left arm, with a look of spectator on his face.The middle man and the tall man glanced at each other, then looked suspiciously at the bearded man. "What a pity. Can you lend me your tools? You're going to cut off his fingers, right? It's a good way to torture him, but he should see it when he cuts it. It's more effective to cut where he can't reach, like twisting his hand behind his back and threatening him 'I'm going to cut off your finger'. Not seeing what's going on makes people more frightened, and it really does The ones are better. Also, you might as well cut vegetables and show him first, so that he can see how sharp this guy is." The bearded man looked at the three heads, "Is what I said very reasonable? Otherwise, let him watch his genitals being cut off, and the fear is even greater." The three men surrounding me were quite astonished, with expressions like "Who is this man?"I noticed that their grip on my arm had weakened, so I twisted it hard on the spot and finally escaped from their clutches.I jumped sideways without any care, and the whole person slammed into the iron rolling door of the wine shop, making a harsh sound that seemed to tear the air. "Who are you?" The tall man asked the bearded man who appeared out of nowhere to join in the fun, with the same tone of voice, but there was a hint of displeasure in his tone, as if he was going to use the ice drill in his hand as a human drill at any time. "Wait," said the bearded man, "I advise you not to move around. Just look at this." He raised his right hand slightly as he spoke.He was holding the black tool, and the tip of the tool was slipping over the short man's left middle finger.I hurriedly looked at my left hand, the little finger was clean, the bearded man snatched the tool without anyone noticing it, and stuffed the short man's finger into the hole. "You can cut off your fingers with just one pinch, right? I really want one, but I haven't been able to buy one. Where did you buy it? Can you find it on the Internet? This stuff is really good. Although abuse is I will also get tired at work, and with this thing, it will be much easier to do things. You say this uses the principle of leverage?" The short man with his fingers caught in the tool frowned, because he was held up by the bearded man, he could only bend over and tilt his butt, his arms were straightened, and he looked quite useless.But he was different from me, he still tried to resist, raised the ice drill in his right hand and stabbed it out. The bearded man turned his head to avoid the extremely close range attack. "It's so dangerous." The bearded man frowned and said, "You guy, I'm really going to cut it off. It's inconvenient to lose your middle finger, doesn't it matter? Do you have the courage to accept that situation?" The tall man and the middle man took action at the same time, they held the ice drill tightly and stabbed at the bearded man. Then there was a wail, a short and cursing wail like that of a trampled cat.It was the short man who wailed, and his scream seemed to hit the iron rolling door, and he rushed to the sky immediately. The other two thirty-seven split heads stood still for a moment. The bearded man let go. The short man quickly protected his left hand with his right hand, but he didn't pull out the tool.It was dark all around, but it was still possible to see that his face had turned pale.Carefully holding his left hand, he staggered away.Seeing this, the remaining two quickly followed. "Did you really cut off his finger?" I asked the bearded man beside me. "Secret." He put his arm on my shoulder as he said it, and his attitude suddenly became intimate. "The extreme fear is born from imagination. Whether there is anything wrong with that guy's fingers is up to your imagination." "Are you here to save me?" Knowing that this was absolutely impossible, I still asked.The man who was entrusted by my wife two days ago to question me about the person I was stealing, suddenly stood by my side today for no reason. Unexpectedly, he replied, "Yes." "what?" "I'm here to save you." I didn't know how to react for a while. But he went on to say: "So that I can abuse you well." "What, what?" "If you are caught and abused by those like guys, wouldn't it be my turn?" Why do I have to be abused by so many people?No matter how many times you experience this kind of thing, it is impossible to get used to it. "However," his tone became softer, "I came to you today just to pass on a message." "Send a message?" "Yeah, you just got a call from your wife, right?" I nod.Yes, I told her on the phone that I was at the station. "Your wife contacted me immediately and asked me to come to this station to find you and pass a message to her. I really sympathize with you. No matter how miserable I am, I don't want to exchange lives with you." I subconsciously stroked my left hand to confirm that the fingers were still alive, and felt a little relieved. "The object of your stealing is the woman you cruelly confessed to last time, uh, what's her name..." "Sakurai Yuka. But she is wronged, because you want to pull out my nails, I have no choice but to say her name." "Forget about that, that Sakurai Yukari has gone abroad recently, right? It seems that he is taking a long vacation to travel abroad alone?" I nod.This is the only thing to be thankful for.If she was in Japan now, she would be caught immediately by my wife or a horrible man like the bearded man, and she would be violently treated and physically and mentally traumatized, all in order to make her regret having a secret relationship with me.Of course, she will return to China sooner or later, and the problem has not been solved, but I just need to figure out a countermeasure before she returns to China.I figured in my heart that there is still about ten days of buffer time. However, what the bearded man said next completely destroyed the only fortress of peace of mind in my heart. "She's back." "what?" "That Sakurai Yukari returned to Japan this morning." "what?" "Your wife must have found out the country she was going to, got in touch with her, and then hinted to her with some kind of lie about you, so that she would automatically return to the country early. This is not difficult for your wife." "Impossible." Canceling an overseas trip isn't easy, and return tickets aren't readily available. "With your wife's skills, it's not difficult to get her a return ticket, right? This is the truth, you can't help but believe it. Sakurai Yukari has returned to Japan this morning." I widened my eyes and stared at the bearded man intently.Judging by his expression, it doesn't look like he is lying.I thought of what my wife said on the phone, "I'll show you what I'm capable of," and now I do. "Where is she now?" At this moment, a light suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. I took a closer look and found that the bearded man took out his mobile phone and took a picture of my expression at the moment.The virtual shutter sound sounded flippant, almost like a mockery to me. "Your wife asked me to take a picture of you and send it to her, because she wanted to see the look on your face when she heard the news. That's my task today. You must have a good life with a wife like that Be colorful." I was reminded of Yoshitaro Isaka's theory that stimulation leads to evolution.I gave up on myself and replied: "I'm sorry, I think my evolution speed is probably comparable to no one."

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