As he waited, he slid down and fell on the bed, lying on his side, still holding the book in his arms.

"Chu Chu! Go to sleep. I'm sleepy."

He muttered something softly, closed his eyes, and dozed for about ten minutes. Then he felt something was wrong, so he turned over and sat up.

What was he waiting for? The family building was bustling, but Ji Chuan's place was remote and deserted. He didn't have to wait to do what he wanted.

No, he had to find a way to go out and take a look. He couldn't just wait. If he missed the opportunity, he wouldn't be able to catch him.

He stood up, put down the book, changed into black clothes, and put on a raincoat. He opened the door and looked around. No one was in the corridor. He walked out quietly and closed the door gently.

It was raining, windy and cold tonight, so many people closed their doors early.

It's so cold, rainy and windy, why leave the door open?

When the door is closed, the room is still warmer; when the door is open, the cold wind blows in, making people shiver.

Fu Haozhe moved quickly and stepped lightly, and he was out of the family building in just a few minutes. Even though he lived on the third floor, it didn't take him much time to come down.

Then he turned around and walked to the back of the staff building. It was quite remote here and it was night, so it was not easy to meet people.

It is also convenient to get to the bungalow where Ji Chuan lives. It only takes a few turns to get there. This is the route he had observed long ago.

The bungalow where Ji Chuan lived was separated from the family building by several vegetable plots. He walked quickly over, squatted down, and hid behind Ji Chuan's house.

The room was quiet at first, and there was no sound. He thought Ji Chuan was asleep. He did not leave in a hurry, but continued to wait. He firmly believed that Ji Chuan would make some moves tonight.

After waiting for a few minutes, a voice was heard in the room. It didn't sound like Ji Chuan's voice, but a woman's voice, still speaking the language of Xiao Ri Zi.

Fu Haozhe has learned several foreign languages, and in order to facilitate the execution of tasks, he also learned the daily language. Although he is not very proficient in it, he can understand general communication.

"Did you get Yu Zhiqing's things?" The woman's voice was hoarse, like a saw cutting on a sheet of iron.

"Yes, I got it." Ji Chuan's tone was extremely respectful, "Ms. Yamamoto! After this, you will appear on the death list. Then I will send someone to send you back."

"I'm not going back."

The woman called Miss Yamamoto was angry. Her tone was very bad and her voice was a little loud. She was very frustrated.

"Yoshikawa Ichiro! You know why I have stayed here. I want to be with him. He died and was buried alone in a foreign country. I want to be with him. I must be with him.

If you want to go back, go by yourself! I'll find someone else to take care of things here."

His guess was confirmed. Fu Haozhe outside the house was not surprised at all. He had known that there was something wrong with Ji Chuan.

It turns out that he was Yoshikawa Ichiro. I don’t know if Yoshikawa Kuro, who was almost beaten to death by him, was his brother or son.

"But, he, is already dead." Ji Chuan's voice was very low and his tone became much more humble.

"That's not your fault." Miss Yamamoto slapped Ji Chuan angrily, "If you hadn't been slow in putting on your shoes, you would have been the one who went down, and you would have been the one who died. How could my man, Miyazaki Junliang, die? Yoshikawa Ichiro! You are the murderer, the murderer who killed my man."

"I didn't mean to do that." Ji Chuan explained aggrievedly, "I didn't expect that there would be methane coming out from underneath, and I didn't expect that it would poison Miyazaki-kun. I feel very guilty about his death."

Miss Yamamoto finished venting and remained silent. Fu Haozhe knew who Miss Yamamoto was without having to guess. She was the mute aunt who cleaned the auditorium.

He knew that the dumb aunt was not deaf-mute at all, although she concealed it very well and ordinary people could not tell, but he could see it.

She has flaws, and sometimes they show up naturally.

In the chemical plant, her dumb persona was so well known that no one would pay attention to her. After pretending for so long, she thought she was very convincing and subconsciously let down her guard.

Miss Yamamoto, should she have started pretending to be mute as soon as she arrived in China?

It's really hard for her. She has been pretending for so many years and has not been driven crazy yet. She has a strong mental state.

"Ms. Yamamoto! You should go back! Your father misses you very much." Ji Chuan advised in a low voice, "Your brother has a company in Gangcheng, you should go to him first. This is a great opportunity. If you miss it, it won't be so easy to leave next time."

Miss Yamamoto remained silent, but the sound of striking matches was heard in the room. Soon after, Fu Haozhe smelled a scent of smoke.

"You can go, but you have to have someone dig up my man's body and take it with you." Miss Yamamoto put forward a condition with a cigarette in her mouth.

Ji Chuan shook his head and refused: "That can't be done. It will make too much noise and cause trouble."

Ms. Yamamoto: "Forget it, I won't go back. I want to find my man. The moment my father decided to keep me, he had already given up on me. What would I do if I went back? The Yamamoto family doesn't care about losing me.

Yoshikawa Ichiro! I advise you not to go back. Stay here. You are still useful. Once you go back, you will be nothing. No one will treat you as a human being. They will think we are Chinese. "

Ji Chuan was silent, and no one knew what he was thinking. There was no light in the room, so no one could see the expression on his face.

"Alas! Who made us live here for too long?" Miss Yamamoto seemed to be stimulated by something, and her tone was complicated, with excitement, discouragement, helplessness and pain. "The real Yamamoto Reiko is dead, and Liu Guifang who stayed here is the living one.

I really can't tell who I am anymore. The name Yamamoto Reiko means nothing to me. Liu Guifang has a name, a job, and a salary. That's the real existence."

Ji Chuan didn't think so: "Ms. Yamamoto! You should go back. This is an order."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Orders? Who orders who? You order me? Ridiculous." After saying that, Miss Yamamoto lowered her voice and laughed, "Yoshikawa Ichiro! Don't forget, I am the top leader here. I let you act as an agent for a few years. Do you really think you are a leader?"

Fu Haozhe, who was squatting outside, took a deep breath. What? That dumb aunt is the leader? I really didn't realize it. I knew she was a big shot, but I didn't expect she was just a leader.

"I dare not." Ji Chuan's voice was full of sinisterness, "Ms. Yamamoto! Although you are the leader, I have been the one to deal with problems in the past ten years. No one remembers you anymore.

I have developed more people than you, and the higher-ups have ordered that after this, you return home to rest, and leave all matters here to me."

Miss Yamamoto laughed out loud, without trying to hold herself back, and as she laughed she began to cry.

"Yoshikawa Ichiro! I knew you did it on purpose. You deliberately killed my man in order to take away the power from me. I was wondering why you went to the pit a few minutes later than my man that day. It turns out you were plotting against him."