I am in Dongying mixed society

"What about the car!?"

"I asked her to push you into the alley next to... hey?! Baozhi? Baozhi!?"

Before her day-time colleague could finish speaking, Yasushi Sakai turned her head and rushed out of the 711 convenience supermarket where she went to work!

She hurried to the convenience store, the alley where she used to park motorcycles.

At the moment when she came to the alley, as expected, the scooter of her own, which was lent to the street girl last night, was parked in the alley where she usually parked.

Yasushi Sakai walked over to the blue scooter whose outer shell fell to the scrapped scooter, and walked over the trash collection bin that was stinking after being opened.

When she arrived in front of the car, she immediately found that the seat bag of this motorcycle parked against the wall contained seven or eight coins, ranging from 500 yen to 50 yen.

There was a dirty piece of paper on the coin, which was found in the trash can and used A4 paper.

Yasushi Sakai, who walked to the car, picked up the coin and A4 paper from the seat bag.

After taking a look at these coins, she has been dealing with currency all the year round and found that these coins are about 1,000 yen.

Then she opened the neatly folded A4 paper.

In addition to some computer-printed handwriting left by someone used on the paper, there are also a few crooked characters.

{I will pay the car repair money.}

"Stupid..."

Chapter 128 Your Name

That night...

On the flyover in Shibuya, a homeless girl curls her body under the bridge.

Her eyes were dull, and there was always a waxy dull expression in her expression.

She hugged her knees with her hands around her knees and fell on her side under the bridge piers. The dirty clothes and the stench made people involuntarily think of those who were damaged by children and threw them in at the first glance. Rag dolls in the trash can.

The blood stained on the leg bandage has dried up and solidified.

The black blood stains after solidification made the originally white and clean bandages that had been stained with it became crusted and stiff like cloth that was not washed all the year round.

She curled up like an abandoned BJD doll, if it weren't for her leg pain and cold that caused her body to squat a little trembling on the dark bridge.

Perhaps, when a person passes by her, they may be unable to help but wonder if she is dead.

Several young men walked towards the bottom of the overpass where she was talking and laughing. They looked like they were only fifteen or sixteen years old, and some were even younger.

Instead of calling them men or men, it's better to think of them as boys.

Seven or eight boys passed by the girl in twos and threes, almost all of them had one kind on their faces, as if they were pretending to be some young adults, which made people feel a little arrogant and ignorant at first glance. Smile.

Several of them also dyed their hair blonde.

Judging from the appearance, they should have passed by the girl.

but...

"...What smells so bad?"

"Hey! Brother, look, it looks like that guy!"

As soon as the headed blond boy walked under the bridge, he immediately smelled an unbearable smell like a trash can that has not been washed all the year round.

And as he complained after asking about the pungent smell, the little black-haired man with studs on one of his ears behind him immediately pointed his finger at the bottom of the bridge not far away. Homeless girl.

At the same time, he pretended to call the eldest brother to this blond boy who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen.

"...Is this guy a dead person?"

Looked in the direction of the fingers of his younger'brother', who was less than two years younger than himself.

A look of hesitation appeared on the face of the headed blond boy.

He murmured, and then walked up to the street girl with a little caution.

Then he stretched out his feet and tentatively kicked the rag doll who was squatting down on the bridge.

"Isn't it dead yet?"

After discovering that the wandering girl squatting down on the bridge was not a dead person, the blond boy headed by her was a little nervous and relieved.

Then after seeing the vagrant girl kicked by him, the disgusting image that was revealed when she looked up at him.

Disgust immediately appeared on his face.

"Hey, I said, you're so stinky! Don't sleep in a place where people often pass by for someone as stinky as you!

Go to sleep where no one is!"

The blonde boy, who looked down at the street girl with disgust, gave unceremonious orders to the street girl.

The stray girl who looked up at him just looked at him and turned back.

Her hands around her knees couldn't help but tighten her knees that curled up in front of her chest.

In the cold winter air, he exhaled a breath of white air.

"Leg... hurts... can't walk... anymore..."

"Legs hurt?"

Hearing this, the blond boy was taken aback. He looked at the stray girl who no longer looked at him, and followed the stray girl’s words to look at the stray girl’s leg, which had been dyed black by the/dry and solidified blood Bandage.

Immediately, an emotion called irritability began to spread on his face.

He raised his leg and kicked heavily at the stray girl who was curled up on the ground.

That strength, that appearance, it was like kicking a bag of garbage on the street.

boom!

"Woo..."

"Smelly woman! How dare to ignore what I said!? The fuck, do you know who my brother is!? My brother is a member of the Shibuya Rapids (Bozouzu), a big man with a big face!

As her brother Lao Tzu, I'm talking to you, you fucking dare to ignore it!?Are you fucking tired of you!?"

"Leg... hurts... really... can't go... anymore..."