Chapter 17

"Shuji-kun," Amemiya patted Tsushima Shuji's back helplessly, "Calm down..."

He didn't know what Tsushima Shuji was thinking about, and felt dazed and confused.

Who is he? Who could he be? Isn't he Amamiya Ruisei? His current identity is a university professor and Tsushima Shuji's personal trainer.

[Host, I think the mission target means that he is afraid that you are someone sent by his father to monitor and use him.] The system said, [After all, your identity setting is a university professor.] It is indeed a bit strange to be a teacher for a child.

Regarding this point, Amamiya Ruisei also wondered before: [So there is really something wrong with my identity? ]

[Host, please rest assured! Guaranteed not!]

The system said very confidently: [Although I am a little bit flawed, which caused the vest to be a little flawed, but when I set up the identity, I definitely did not add any weird content. The identity of this vest is just a teacher.]

[The reason why I came here to be a teacher is because when the head of the Tsushima family was looking for someone, he put the information of the vest in. Since there are such good conditions, there is no reason for the head of the Tsushima family not to choose the host.]

[Really?] Amemiya Ruisheng was slightly relieved, [But you should still check it out, don't let anything go wrong. You said before that your chip was faulty. I forgot that I would vomit blood.]

The system got stuck and I was not sure: [Okay, okay, I'll go check it out and come back right away.]

Amamiya sighed and said to Tsushima Shuji: "Shuji-kun, don't worry, I don't have any other weird identities, really."

Tsushima Shuji stared at Amamiya Ruisei: "Really?"

"Really." Amamiya Ruisei nodded.

Seeing that the boy's mood had calmed down a little, Amamiya Leisheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In that case, then this thing..."

"I have to take it even if I don't want to." Tsushima Shuji sneered, "Even if I reject Masada Yoshiko here, when we leave, the thing will appear in our luggage without anyone noticing."

Masada Yoshiko was a little at a loss. She didn't quite understand what Tsushima Shuji had just said and his reaction, but she could roughly understand that she was being used: "What? But, but I'm the only one who knows where the things are?"

Tsushima Shuji: "Your husband and children were killed by those people. Do you think you could have kept it a secret for twenty years?"

Obviously, this was not just Masuda Yoshiko's business. There were two or even three organizations fighting and maneuvering with each other behind the scenes. They actually knew where the things were, but no one wanted the other to get them, so they were in a stalemate and could only start to act after Masuda Yoshiko, who was at the center, died.

His kidnapping was a fuse that directly destroyed the balance of power behind the scenes. The final game would begin immediately. The reason why Masada Yoshiko was able to run out twice today was because she wanted to hand the things over to them.

Masada Yoshiko shuddered, disbelief appeared on her face, and her eyes were extremely confused.

"But, twenty years..." Masada Yoshiko murmured, "Twenty years, just for that one thing, what exactly is it...?"

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"I don't know, it's locked in a box, the box is very hard, I don't have the key, I haven't opened it..." Masada Yoshiko's mood became depressed, her eyes became more confused, her expression was a little distorted, and she seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.

With shaking hands, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Tsushima Shuji: "Here is the address."

"I, I'm leaving, bye..." Masada Yoshiko stood up shakily and was about to walk out.

Before Amamiya Ruisei even read the note, he looked up and called her, "Ms. Masada, what are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I am just an ordinary person. My greatest happiness is to live with my family. I cannot compare with those high-ranking people." Masada Yoshiko said softly, "My parents are gone, my husband is dead, my son is dead, and now I am going to die too."

"Kukiko once told me that ordinary people have their own way of fighting - ha, I'm going to die soon, so I have to take someone with me to be buried with me."

Masada Yoshiko laughed softly: "The bastard who killed my family..."

She didn't say anything else and ran out quickly, and Amamiya Ruisei didn't even have time to respond.

The young man withdrew his outstretched hand and half closed his eyes.

"Sir," Tsushima Shuji clenched the note, "Will she die?"

Amamiya Ruisei: “…I think so.”

She no longer had any attachment to this world. Perhaps the countless times she jumped into the lake before were not due to illness, but because she really wanted to follow her children. It was just that those people still needed her to be alive, so they forced her to stay again and again.

"For her," Amamiya Raisei said after careful consideration, "this may be a kind of relief."

Tsushima Shuji stared at the opened door with a dazed look on his face.

…

Masada Yoshiko left the hotel and wandered alone on the street. It was almost midnight and it was so cold that there were few people on the street.

She was wearing thin clothes and walking slowly towards home.

Pedestrians on the street recognized her and walked away from her with panic and disgust on their faces, muttering something. Someone took out his cell phone and made a call, probably to inform her so-called "son".

Masada Yoshiko glanced at the people around her, chuckled, and didn't care.

She knew that the people in this town were pretty good. At least they didn't beat or scold her, and they wouldn't give up trying to save her in the lake - even if it was just because they were afraid that she would die in the lake and affect the town's aquaculture industry.

Of course, now she also knows that every time someone comes to rescue her, there is her enemy.

Ah, these damn big shots... They can even control a person's life and death. If they want her to live, they will let her live no matter what. If they want her to die, they will force her to die no matter what.

As she was walking down the street and approaching home, her "son" came to her.

The man looked very anxious. He held her hand and looked around her for several times, as if he was worried whether she was injured. He looked no different from his real son.

"Mom, why are you running around again?" The man pulled Masada Yoshiko home, "Don't run out again. You're making me worry."

He tilted his head to look at Masada Yoshiko. Under the dim light, his eyes were filled with undisguised malice: "Everyone in the town will be scared too. After all, everyone is worried that you, Mom, died in the lake."

I am indeed worried, so now you plan to let me die at home, right?

Masada Yoshiko looked at the man, staring at him expressionlessly.

Because she was a "madman" and had mental illness, no one believed her and believed that the man in front of her was not her son.

Her child was only about ten years old when he fell into the water, and this person has grown up from that age to now. In everyone's eyes, it was this crazy woman who dragged down the child. The child had been taking care of her since he was so young, and no one knew how much thought and sweat he had put in.

Masada Yoshiko thought, maybe there really is an ability in this world that ordinary people don't know about, which can change a person's appearance and even deceive everyone.

No, he couldn't fool the mother of a child.

"Toshio," Masada Yoshiko called her child's name, looking at the man in front of her, "I really want to know if you will look like this face when you grow up."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" The man forced a smile. "I'm not ten years old now. This is what I will look like when I grow up."

They had already reached the door of the house. The man held Masada Yoshiko's wrist tightly with one hand, as if he was afraid that she would run away, and took out the key with the other hand to open the door.

“Forget it…”

Masada Yoshiko murmured, "I don't want my son to grow up with a face like the one my enemy created."

"He should be more handsome and gentle, especially popular with girls. He might be getting married soon, just like Hisahiko's son." She lowered her head and said, "My grandchildren will become good friends with Hisahiko's grandchildren, and I might even live for a few more decades to see my grandchild grow up and give me a great-grandchild."

The door of the house was opened. There was no light on inside and it was pitch black. She stood at the door. The open door was like the mouth of a ferocious beast, waiting for her to walk in and be torn to pieces and swallowed. This once warm home was now like a cage, trapping Masada Yoshiko.

She suddenly didn't know where she got the strength from, shook off the man's hand, and punched him in the face.

The man was hit without any warning and fell to the ground.

"You crazy woman, you are driving me crazy here!" Now that they were back home, the man no longer pretended to be a filial son. With a fierce look on his face, he raised his leg and hooked it onto Masada Yoshiko's calf.

Masada Yoshiko staggered and was held down by a big hand, and her head hit the corner of the table heavily.

A severe pain swept through her nerves, and the dizziness made her unable to see the scene in front of her clearly for a while.

"Do you think I want to take care of you? You're just a low-level scum, but you still need me to take care of you, and I'll take care of you for ten years at a time!" The man grabbed Masada Yoshiko's hair, lifted her up, and spat on her face. "I don't know why the higher-ups let you live until now, but you're useless now. Since you're going to die, don't go crazy here, just go and die quickly."

Masada Yoshiko laughed out loud, extremely crazy. She raised her hand and grasped the man's wrist, her eyes full of hatred and determination: "Yes, I'm going to die."

"Then you should die with me and be buried with my son!"

She pushed hard and took out a fruit knife from her arms.

“Go to hell!”