"You mean, Yurina went to a nearby store to buy something and never came back?"

After listening to Grandma He's narration, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"Yes, I've been looking for her around here for a long time, but I'm old and I really don't have the strength..." Grandma He looked down at her legs, bitterness appeared in her eyes, and her voice trembled a little, "Can you please help me find her?

Please, please, please!"

Grandma He grabbed Lin Qiye's hand and bowed deeply. Her silver-white hair almost touched the ground, and her body was hunched and haggard.

Lin Qiye quickly helped her up.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find Yurina." After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at the beauty beside him.

"Hongyan, take Grandma He back to the container we came from first. I'll go take a look around here."

Hongyan nodded, took Grandma He from Lin Qiye, and helped her walk back the way they came.

After watching the two people leave, Lin Qiye turned around, looked at the surrounding streets, and fell into deep thought.

Although Lin Qiye and Yurina had not been in contact for a long time, judging from her filial piety towards Grandma Tsuru, she would not be at ease letting Grandma Tsuru walk home alone.

Even if she wanted to go shopping, she would probably send Grandma He home first and then go out. After all, the distance from here to the container was very close, and it would not take more than ten minutes to walk back and forth.

But she did it anyway, and from Grandma He's description, her expression seemed a little anxious at the time?

Lin Qiye was not present, so he could not speculate on the situation at that time, but from the information he had now, this matter might not be as simple as Grandma He saw...

He did not forget that just yesterday, Yurina tried to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.

While thinking, Lin Qiye walked along the road to the entrance of the shrine where they had worshipped before. He went in and walked around, but found nothing.

Then he walked down the steps of the shrine again. There was only a road in front of him. He could go left or right... but the left was the road that Grandma Tsuru took when she left. If Yurina really encountered any trouble, she probably would not choose this direction.

So, she'll go right?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Lin Qiye walked forward along the road on the right, his mental power constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for Yurina's figure.

After crossing an intersection, he seemed to have discovered something and walked in a certain direction.

A few seconds later, he picked up a light pink cherry blossom hairpin from the green bushes at the edge of the road. Not far from the hairpin, there were a few drops of coagulated blood on the ground.

Lin Qiye's brows were tightly furrowed.

He had seen this hairpin before. It was the one Yurina used to tie her hair into a bun. Because it looked small and delicate, and did not match her shabby kimono, it left a deep impression on Lin Qiye.

Why is this hairpin found in the greenery?

Lin Qiye didn't think that Yurina threw it away on her own initiative. The black cherry blossom kimono she was wearing was almost worn out, but she was reluctant to throw it away. How could she possibly throw away such a delicate hairpin?

Lin Qiye looked at the two drops of solidified blood on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became gloomy.

Yurina, something must have happened.

…

Wow!

A bucket of cold sea water poured down, and Yurina, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes.

She started coughing violently, her wet hair scattered behind her, and sea water dripped down the hem of her black kimono onto the ground, forming a puddle.

After coughing for a long time, Yurina slowly raised her head and looked around through moist eyes.

This is a large warehouse, about three meters high. The windows on the walls are covered with newspapers. Only dim sunlight can shine in, and the environment inside the warehouse is extremely dark.

Around her, there were more than twenty adult men standing scattered around, looking down at their baseball bats, butterfly knives, or steel pipes, grinning at Yurina from time to time, looking sinister and ferocious.

Right in front of her, there was a neatly placed black leather sofa. The edges of the sofa were peeling a little, revealing the sponge inside. It was unknown which scrap yard this sofa was bought from second-hand.

On the leather sofa, a man who looked to be in his forties and wearing a floral shirt slowly stood up.

"Hello again, Yurina." The man walked to Yurina with a sneer and squatted down. The thick gold chain around his neck exuded a cheap luster. "It's really not easy to find you, don't you think?"

Yurina looked at the ferocious face and struggled hard, but unfortunately her hands were tied behind her back with ropes, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of them.

"Iwamai Yusuke..." Yurina said angrily, "Let me go!"

"Sure." Iwamai Yusuke smiled, "Pay back the money you owe me, and I'll let you go now."

"I don't owe you any money!"

"No?" Iwamai Yusuke stood up calmly, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, shook it, and placed it in front of Yurina, "Look, it clearly says here that Yurina Heizel owes 3 million yen.

"Why should I pay back the money he owes outside!" Yurina stared angrily into Iwamai Yusuke's eyes, "Our family has long severed ties with this scumbag who abandoned his wife and children. If you want money, go find him yourself!"

"Of course we want to ask him to pay us back..." Iwamai Yusuke said lazily, "But we can't do it. We can't go to Osaka and pull him out of the coffin and ask him to spit out ghost money for us, right?"

The moment she heard these words, Yurina froze in place.

She was stunned for a long time, then raised her head and looked at Iwamai Yusuke with a dazed expression, "What did you say?"

"Yuuri Kurotetsu, a wanted criminal of the "Hunting Sparrow" level, was shot dead by the police four days ago. Haven't you watched the news recently?" Iwamai Yusuke raised his eyebrows slightly. "We and the police have been looking for this guy for five years, but we can't find any trace of him. As a result, we received this news...

We feel bad, too, because he still owes us 3 million yen, which is very difficult to get back."

Iwamai Yusuke put away the IOU, sat back down on the black sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Yurina with a smile.

"However, it is only natural that a son should pay for his father's debts. Since your father is dead, of course you have to pay the money back."

“But I have no money at all.”

"I don't care about that." Iwamai Yusuke said calmly, "If you don't have money, then you can exchange it with something of equivalent value, such as real estate, a car, or... some treasures your parents left for you?"

"I've already told you! We have nothing in our family!" Yurina gritted her teeth and yelled, "The only house my mother left me is now surrounded by your people. I can't even go home. What else do you want from me?!"

Iwamai Yusuke's face gradually became gloomy.

"You have a loud voice?" He said coldly, "Hit me."

Among the many thugs behind Yurina, the most muscular man stepped out. He looked at Yurina who was lying on the ground with a grim smile, grabbed her collar, lifted her up high like a chicken, and then slammed her to the ground.