Taiki Shimada...... No, I should call this little boy Nakamura by now.

My soul was separated from Nakamura's body, and I watched as the little boy held the newspaper with a look of memory and consternation. This is not the expression that should be on a child's face.

Taiki Shimada's mother looked at her son expressionlessly, slowly stood up, and took his son's hand.

Nakamura only came back to his senses at this time, he was a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously followed his current mother forward.

The granddaughter-in-law of the Shimada family was full of yin qi belonging to female ghosts, and she led Nakamura all the way forward and walked out of the house.

This should be some kind of residence at the bottom of the mountain, probably some kind of venue.

The mother and son walked all the way out, and on the way, they met Mrs. Shimada's daughter-in-law. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren did not communicate, but they walked together very tacitly.

Members of the crew have been added to this team one after another.

Nakamura still had the newspaper in his hand, and he hadn't been able to shake off the shock of recovering his past life.

His mind was a mess, and many memories were intertwined.

I saw Miss Sayuri, and I saw some strangers. Those are clearly not of this era. The buildings, the furniture, the roads, the towns, and the way people dress are all different from modern society.

Some of them are people Nakamura knows, where Nakamura has lived, hometown, homeland...... There is also the experience after Nakamura's murder.

The murder is unforgettable for Nakamura.

It was an impulse, and when the killing was made, Sayuri was present.

Sayuri burst into tears and told him to flee quickly, warning him that the dead man was an officer to mess with. Sayuri's worry and sadness, and Sayuri's respectively occupy Nakamura's entire mind.

I had some difficulty understanding this feeling.

I haven't encountered this kind of love myself.

I only thought it was incredible to see Nakamura regretfully flee his hometown, live on the streets, become a thief and robber, and return to his hometown with the money he stole after many years.

In all these years, Nakamura thought about Sayuri the most.

Parents, family, relatives and friends, all left behind him.

The first thing he did when he returned to his hometown was to inquire about Sayuri.

No wonder he saw Sayuri's picture and regained his memory.

This is the most important memory for Nakamura in the previous life. Everything else is just a passing moment.

Taiki Shimada's body was pulled hard.

He came back to his senses and was stuffed into the car by his own mother.

The car is the director's car.

I haven't seen him for a day or two, and the director is also stained with the yin energy of a female ghost.

None of them had expressions, and their faces seemed to be brushed with a layer of paste, and they froze directly.

Nakamura hesitated, "Where are we going?" ”

His mother turned her head and stared at him without blinking, "Go do something." ”

Nakamura realized that something was wrong.

He looked out the window.

The convoy has already departed, and the crew is on the convoy.

The car drove to the hill where the hot spring villa is located.

Nakamura's heart was beating fast. The shock of recovering his past life was over, and he began to worry about his situation.

"I want to go back. We, let's go back. Nakamura said stiffly, not knowing how to face this woman who is his mother for a while.

The woman ignored him.

Nakamura's hand was on the door handle, but he didn't dare to jump out of the car as he looked at the moving vehicle.

The car went up the hill and drove to the end.

Nakamura pulled the car door and jumped down, spreading his legs and running down the mountain.

He now has only one child's body, and he can't run far at all, and he is caught.

"Let go of me! Let me go!! Nakamura yelled, flailing on all fours, kicking and punching the man who grabbed him.

It was a staff member of the crew. He directly grabbed Nakamura like a chicken, and didn't pay attention to Nakamura's struggle at all.

The crew got out of the car and walked all the way into the hot spring villa.

The cordon posted by the police was torn off by them. They behave very naturally, some of them have no one in sight, but their way of acting is no different from that of normal people.

Everyone remained silent, and Aseru entered the large room in the hotel. This was originally a place that was used as a restaurant. The room was empty and there was no furniture at all.

Nakamura was pressed and sat indoors.

The others sat in a circle, turned into sculptures, and didn't move their eyelids.

The room was quiet, there was no sound at all.

Nakamura swallowed, "What are you going to do?" Who are you...... Who is it? ”

His voice trembled, and his body trembled, without any intimidation.

The female ghosts ignored him.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Nakamura became more and more agitated, and tried to struggle to escape several times, but he was pressed hard in place.

Footsteps could be heard outside the room.

There were several footsteps, two of which were very messy, as if someone was being dragged along.

After a while, a figure appeared at the door.

Mrs. Shimada was dragged indoors.

The two people who dragged him were Hikaru Shimada and Hikaru Shimada's son.

Nakamura was taken aback, and hatred and anger grew in his heart, but this emotion was quickly replaced by fear.

After the three members of the Shimada family, I saw three other figures.

I couldn't help but take a step forward and glare at the visitor through gritted teeth.

It's Nantian!

Nantian walked at the end, followed Bian Sijun and "Han Ji"! Bian Sijun also seems to be dead, and his body is controlled by a female ghost.

"Han Ji"'s gaze fell on Zhongcun, and his eyes were gloomy.

Mrs. Shimada was pushed to the ground by her son and grandson, holding her hands and feet.

"Who are you? Who are you? What is it? Mrs. Shimada asked breathlessly. Her breath was weak, her hair was messy, and she looked tormented.

Nakamura didn't dare to speak out.

There was no one in the room who answered Mrs. Shimada's words.

I felt a yin aura, and when I turned my head to look, I saw the black and white cat on the windowsill.

The cat deftly jumped off the ledge, walked past the line of people, and approached Mrs. Shimada.

Mrs. Shimada and Nakamura's eyes widened.

"It's you...... It's you little brute! Mrs. Shimada was furious, and was immediately enraged, and scolded her.

The other female ghosts stood by and watched.

The cat did not get angry, and there were no mood swings in its turquoise eyes.

Nakamura was pulled up and stood in front of Mrs. Shimada, right behind the cat.

Mrs. Shimada raised her eyelids and suddenly struggled, "Big tree! What are you going to do to the tree! ”

"Meow."

"Hee-hee-hee......"

"Giggle......

The cat barked, and the female ghosts laughed.

Mrs. Shimada's face was full of pathos, "Yes, say I killed you!" But the tree is innocent! He's just a kid! ”

Nakamura was kicked in the crook of his knee and fell to his knees with a pop.

Tears welled up in Mrs. Shimada's eyes.

Her feelings for her great-grandson seemed to be genuine.

She turned to look at Hikaru Shimada.

"That's your own grandson! Wake up! Ah Guang! I am your mother! How can you ...... How can you ......" Mrs. Shimada broke down and cried.

Nakamura was pulled by his hair and put his face in front of Mrs. Shimada.

"Tell me who you are." "Han Ji" stopped laughing and spoke coldly.

Nakamura shivered.

"Ahh......h I'm Toshiro Nakamura......"

Mrs. Shimada's eyes widened.

Tears in her eyes slipped from the corners of her eyes, but there was no grief on her face.

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