Chapter 277: Treating the Yamamoto father and son with their own methods
The hands and feet of Yamamoto and his son were cut off, leaving only a torso. Blood was gushing out, and the grass beneath them was dyed red. The faces of the father and son were paler than the moon in the sky, and their eyes were full of despair.
"There's one last step. You should know about it, right?"
Li Rong was also a little panicked. He had killed quite a few enemies, but he had never killed them so brutally. Today was the first time.
But in order to intimidate the Japanese, he had to do it anyway.
This is the only way to make those surviving Japanese soldiers tremble in fear and have nightmares every night.
The father and son's eyes became even more desperate, as they knew very well what the last step would be.
When they carried out the practice on the Chinese people, they only felt excitement and stimulation, but now that it is their turn, they understand how painful it is.
After another half an hour of autopsy, Yamamoto and his son finally died, their eyes wide open, filled with despair and fear.
"Dig out your eyes and feed them to the dogs!"
Luo Xinxin reminded them that the two devils had their eyes wide open, and they might have captured their appearance in the picture, so they had to destroy it.
Li Rong dug out four eyeballs and threw them to the Yamamoto family's wolfhounds, along with the father and son's broken limbs and internal organs. The big wolfhounds ate them with relish.
Luo Xinxin dipped a branch in some blood and wrote four crooked characters on the wall:
Blood debt must be repaid with blood!
She thought about it and drew a hibiscus flower below.
Before daybreak, they returned to the hotel and killed two people. It was still a bloody process. Both of them felt a little uncomfortable psychologically, so they took a bath together to heal themselves.
The effect of the man and woman bath was very good. After the bath, they were full of energy again.
"What does hibiscus mean?"
Li Rong has a strong desire for knowledge, and that hibiscus flower must have a reason.
"The national flower of South Korea is the hibiscus."
Luo Xinxin explained that she wanted to bring this trouble to South Korea and let them fight each other.
"Which country is Bangzi Country?"
Li Rong used his clever brain to think for a long time but still couldn't figure out who the Korean country was.
"It's Goryeo."
Luo Xinxin talked about the strange behaviors of the Korean country in later generations. Li Rong frowned when he heard it. The Korean country made great efforts in the anti-Japanese war. Many Korean patriots were not afraid of sacrifice and made great contributions to the anti-Japanese war.
"Korea has split into two countries. The weird one is the Korean one, and the other is normal and still very ambitious."
Luo Xinxin also talked about the differences between South Korea and North Korea.
"It's only as big as a butt, yet it's trying to split."
Li Rong shook his head after hearing this.
Although they hadn't slept all night, neither of them felt sleepy and was still very excited. Luo Xinxin simply told him about the world situation in the future, and Li Rong listened with great interest.
It was not until dawn that they felt sleepy. Luo Xinxin even asked the hotel waiter to deliver a hearty breakfast, and went to bed after eating.
They were fast asleep in the hotel, but there was already a big commotion outside.
Yamamoto Shiho and his son are both important figures in Kyoto, especially the elder Yamamoto, who has a high social status and often attends some important events. It just so happens that he is going to give a speech at a university today, and the appointment time is two o'clock in the afternoon.
The teachers and students of the university waited in the auditorium until three o'clock, but old Yamamoto didn't show up. They called the house but no one answered.
Similarly, Yamamoto Shibu's men couldn't find him either. Finally, they found the Yamamoto family's house and saw the father and son lying in the back garden in a miserable state of death, while the other members of the Yamamoto family were still sleeping soundly.
What surprised these men even more was that the mansion had become a bare house, with even the floor and curtains being scraped off. Even though they were experienced gang members, they had never seen such a frugal murderer.
It must take a lot of effort just to scrape the floor, right?
What's more, they have to be transported away. With so many things, they must be loaded onto at least five or six large trucks, right?
Moreover, it would be inconvenient to escape with so many things, unless he took them to the Kyoto market for disposal, but in this way, his identity would definitely be exposed.
Several of his men thought that the murderer was extremely stupid, as he was trying to gain a small advantage but ended up making a big mistake. They would never make such a low-level mistake.
The Kyoto Police Station was also alarmed. It was said that even the Emperor in the palace received the news and ordered the police station to do its utmost to catch the murderer and quell the social panic.
All major newspapers in Kyoto reported this murder, and television stations also reported it. Paparazzi around the world had very creative minds, and they guessed the murderer's true identity based on the hibiscus flower.
"They must be from Goryeo. Old Yamamoto went to Goryeo during the war, and he must have killed people. The descendants of those people are here to seek revenge!"
“But blood debts must be paid with blood, and it’s written in Chinese!”
"I say you're stupid, but you still don't admit it. Goryeo didn't have its own writing system, so they wrote in Chinese."
"I see. What is there for the Koreans to be proud of? They don't even have a written language. We do have a written language."
"We have nothing to be proud of. Our writing system also evolved from Chinese!"
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The common people in Kyoto were also discussing this case with great interest. Because of the hibiscus flower, the murderer was roughly identified as a Korean. Of course, there were also a small number of people who believed that the murderer was most likely a Chinese and deliberately put the blame on the Koreans.
"Impossible. Chinese people are not so stingy that they would even pick at the floor. Only Koreans are so petty that they wouldn't even bother to serve a small amount of kimchi on a large plate. They're so stingy."
"China is a vast country with abundant resources. We would never look down on those floors and curtains. Only Koreans would do such shameful things."
The people of Kyoto all agreed that the murderer was a Korean, including those in the upper class, who also felt that a great country would not do such a disgraceful thing.
So, all the police in Kyoto, including gang members, are tracking down Koreans who sell second-hand furniture and floors.
They searched every street and alley in the city and arrested quite a few Koreans, including prostitutes, gamblers, tourists, students studying abroad, businessmen, all kinds of people, but no one was selling second-hand furniture or flooring.
The furniture and floors of such a large house, which amounted to five or six trucks, disappeared without a trace in the capital city, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.
Yamamoto Shibu's gang was leaderless and like loose sand, the gang was in chaos. It was difficult to elect a leader to preside over the funeral of Yamamoto Shibu and his son.
On the day of the funeral, all the important people in Kyoto attended, and all major media outlets followed the report.
Luo Xinxin and Li Rong rested in the hotel for a few days and then started to act again.
They first went to the Takebayashi Group's headquarters under Yamamoto Shiho. Most of the gang members had gone to help with the funeral, leaving only a dozen people to guard the headquarters. A single incense stick could handle the situation.
A dozen people were lying on the ground, sleeping more soundly than ever before.
The two men looted the entire office building, leaving everything in its factory-set state. Not a single piece of floor, curtains, or furniture was left. They even took the toilet paper from the bathroom. They saved as much as possible and took it home to wipe their butts.
They also found a weapons warehouse with a large stockpile, which should be the goods that the Bamboo Forest Group had just received.
"Do you want to hand it in?" Luo Xinxin asked.
"It's hard to explain. Let's sell it to Jingxia Jujuro."
Li Rong shook his head. It was impossible to explain why so many weapons were taken out. It would be better to sell them to Jingxia Shijulang to exchange for foreign currency and find someone to take the blame at the same time.
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