The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 6 The Visible Boy (5)

"Inuyama! Why hasn't the food for table 6 been served yet?"

"Come right away!"

"Hey, Inuyama, go and urge the kitchen. The guests at table 21 have been waiting for a long time."

"Yes!"

In the popular Chinese restaurant "Yamawailou", Inuyama Heita is so busy that he is almost out of breath. Having said that, he has no complaints or slackness. Although the salary here is only average, it is paid on a daily basis, and the people in the store are very nice. After knowing his situation, after finishing their work every day, the kitchen will use the remaining ingredients to make some simple and delicious home-cooked meals and rice for him to take home and eat after heating them in the microwave. This makes Inuyama Heita, who is used to eating cheap bento and bread, feel the long-lost feeling of "happiness" and want to cry.

A few days after visiting Qian Xiaoyi that day, Inuyama Heita went to Lingkong Office again and used his salary to buy some Japanese desserts as gifts. Although Qian Xiaoyi seemed to be very afraid of trouble in response to his greetings and rudely turned him away after accepting the gift, Inuyama Heita was still very grateful to him.

With Qian Xiaoyi's guidance, Inuyama Heita is basically able to distinguish between dirty things and normal people, and can ignore them normally. His life seems to be back on track and moving in a good direction.

It wasn't until several days later that another small incident occurred.

One day, Inuyama Heita had just finished work at night and was rushing to the station carrying the still hot meals packed from the kitchen, trying to catch the last train home. While taking a shortcut through a residential alley, he suddenly heard a quarrel. Turning around, he saw three people arguing at the door of a house. The quarrel seemed to be a mother and daughter, and the daughter seemed to be trying her best to stop her mother.

"Mom, you can't give money to this strange person! You have already donated a lot of things in your house."

", let go of your hands, you don't need to care about adults' affairs."

In this city, the deep-rooted social custom of "not causing trouble to others" actually has another meaning, which is "not wanting others to bother you". Here, no matter which family matter your neighbors are, they will not care about it. At most, they will secretly discuss it the next day and then exclude it with cold eyes, which is similar to the cold violence bullying in school. Inuyama Heita, a passerby, naturally didn't care, but when he heard the voice of one of them, he stopped because he recognized that voice, it was his classmate.

Inuyama Heita tried his best to look at the two quarreling parties from the corner without attracting attention, and found that the inconspicuous girl with glasses was indeed someone he knew. The girl's name was Suzuki. The two of them had basically no intersection in the class. One ran away to work after school, and the other was also a nobody. Apart from being good at one or two subjects, there was nothing special about this girl.

Unexpectedly seeing an acquaintance, Inuyama Heita couldn't help but look around the corner. The curly-haired middle-aged woman at the door should be Suzuki's mother, and the third person present was a man wearing a black suit, with a slicked-back hair and a fake smile on his face. He said in a very fake polite manner: "Your daughter seems to have some prejudice against our Lucky Mutual Aid Society. Madam, you have to know that our Mutual Aid Society is not an inferior religious group that requires believers to make compulsory donations, so even if you don't donate to us, it's completely fine..."

"No, Mr. Matsui, please accept the money." The woman said in panic: "Don't listen to my daughter's nonsense. Since I have become a member of the mutual aid association, I will naturally try my best to contribute my strength. Please accept it. I have understood the greatness of the mutual aid association. Please don't abandon me." She begged bitterly and wanted to stuff a thick envelope in her hand to the man named Matsui, but Suzuki held his mother tightly.

When the mother and daughter were in a stalemate, Matsui sighed and said, "I understand, Ms. Suzuki, I will continue to share my good luck with you, but before that, I will let your daughter feel our power. I want to check her fortune. Do you have any objection to me doing this?"

The woman's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she turned to Suzuki and said, "Did you hear that? Mr. Matsui wants to help you check your fortune, which is a good thing that only a few people in the club can enjoy."

Suzuki seemed not to recognize the woman in front of him, and asked fearfully, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Don't worry, it's just a small check." Matsui extended his hand to Suzuki, causing her to step back in fear. At this moment, her mother grabbed her instead, and the two's positions were reversed. However, the man named Matsui did not touch Suzuki with his hand, but stopped an inch in front of her, and kept this action, placing his hand in front of her. "You...what are you doing?" Suzuki asked with wide eyes, puzzled.

"Don't talk." Matsui said, "It will be fine soon."

Although he didn't know what the other party was doing, Suzuki could clearly feel a strange premonition that "something is coming". The air around him seemed to become much colder, giving him goose bumps.

"That's it!" Inuyama Heita, who was hiding in the corner, widened his eyes. Unlike the mother and daughter who could not see anything, he clearly saw a pale baby slowly crawling towards Suzuki along the arm extended by the man in the suit, and the little fingers were about to touch Suzuki's cheek with his eyes wide open in a daze.

"Pretend you didn't see it? Just turn around and walk away?"

This was Inuyama Heita's most instinctive thought. After staying in Tokyo for such a long time, he was gradually infected by the indifference of Tokyo people. Faced with such a thing, it was natural for him to consider self-preservation first. Besides, ordinary people could not see this situation. If he rushed forward rashly, he would definitely be regarded as a lunatic. He still had to catch the train, and it would be terrible if he missed it.

Inuyama Heita was conflicted and used all kinds of ideas to convince himself not to meddle in other people's business. He subconsciously wanted to take a detour and leave, but the moment he turned around, a dusty memory flashed through Inuyama Heita's mind. The residual warmth of the hot food in his hand seemed to warm his cold blood. Inuyama Heita didn't know why he did this. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards there with the plastic bag.

Just when the baby was about to touch Suzuki, the man in the suit, Matsui, suddenly felt himself hit by something. The pale baby seemed to be frightened and crawled back onto Matsui's body, looking at the perpetrator with resentful eyes.

"Sorry, sorry!" Inuyama Heita pretended not to see anything and said carelessly: "I was in a hurry to catch the train and didn't pay attention, so... Hey? Isn't this Suzuki-san? Why are you here?" He asked with a surprised expression.

"I...I live here..." Suzuki didn't know he had escaped a disaster, and asked back: "Why...Inuyama-kun are you here?"

"I'm working nearby." Inuyama looked at the man in the suit and frowned, "Who is he? This guy doesn't look like a good person. Do you need me to help call the police?"

The woman warned: "Who are you? You don't need to care about our family's affairs!"

At this time, Matsui took two steps back. Although he still had a smiling look on his face, his eyes were extremely cold. He smiled and said, "It seems that we are not so lucky now. See you at the next gathering, Ms. Suzuki and Miss Suzuki." After he said that, he turned and left.

"Wait, Mr. Matsui!" The woman wanted to rush over, but was stopped by her daughter. Suzuki turned to Inuyama Heita with a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Inuyama-san... but there is no need to call the police here. If you want to catch the train, go quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"I understand. I'm leaving now. Sorry for being rude." Inuyama Heita bowed slightly and quickly fled from this place of trouble. He was so scared just now that his legs were shaking.

After Inuyama Heita left, Matsui walked out from the corner of the alley and said to himself: "Well, it seems that he can see you? It seems that I am really lucky to come out this time..."

(End of this chapter)