An infinite journey starting from paradise

Seeing that Shikakusa Night Snack had triggered the keyword, Hayashi Shangren took the opportunity to bring up the fact that they were also going to the Doll Village, even bringing up the relationship between the Kuchiki and Kuroya families. In short, he reworked the story he had told Inui Bunji and told Shikakusa Night Snack again.

In the end, Cicao Yexiao also agreed to Lin Shangren's proposal to travel together.

"This guy is definitely not a police officer, right?"

Ci Cao Yexiao thought so as he looked at the backs of the three people.

In fact, she has been doubting Lin Shangren's identity since he revealed it.

But there's no point in doubting.

She was alone and outnumbered in the hotel, and calling for help would likely result in immediate arrest. Forced to take them home, they found no escape along the way, even after consuming shrine grass and night snacks. She considered asking a neighbor for help, but they were all at work. She tried to shirk her responsibility and ask a friend for help, but the guy said they were also going to the Doll Village. She was about to refuse, but somehow, the man's rhetoric tricked her into agreeing.

"Should I take this opportunity to run away? Report it to the police...? Or should I follow him back to the village? They don't seem like bad people..."

After some hesitation, Cicao Yexiao walked with Lin Shangren and the other two. While Lin Shangren was buying clothes for Dongzi and Yuliang, he also picked out a few sets for Cicao Yexiao. After all, her clothes were burned by the demon, and she was shorter than Yuliang and Dongzi, so their clothes didn't fit her well.

The four of them were going to have lunch together before heading to the Humanoid Village. As they were heading to a noodle shop, a woman dressed in white, dressed like a nun, stopped Lin Shangren.

The woman stared at the three people huddled together and asked in a stern tone, "Excuse me, what is the relationship between you three?"

Dongzi said bluntly: "Your question is indeed quite presumptuous. We don't have time to listen to your preaching or sermons. Please move aside."

"Followers of the Tianhui Society."

Lin Shangren looked at the message board of the person blocking the road and decided to send her to see Shakya Anhehua.

"They are a couple!"

Yura's very natural voice interrupted Lin Shangren's actions.

"Couple?" The man's already unfriendly expression turned even darker. "You two, two women serving one man. You have no self-respect!"

Dongzi was furious: "Who cares? Get out of the way!"

Unexpectedly, the woman said hysterically, "People like you are the traitors among us women! Victims of the ancient feudal customs of patriarchy—and victims are also victims! It is you women who actively support this male-dominated society."

Lin Shangren: “?”

Did he go crazy from boxing? Isn't this 1956? How could I meet such a crazy person on the street? We are a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and we are in love. Do you need a monster like you to criticize us?

But Lin Shangren changed his mind and felt relieved.

Firstly, the 1960s was indeed the beginning of the development of the Japanese women's rights movement. At that time, Japan's post-war reconstruction was basically complete, and the economy began to develop rapidly, thanks to the Korean Peninsula's resistance to US imperialism. More women entered the labor force, and their social status also improved slightly. At least they could sit at the table and eat.

Some progressive women who "opened their eyes to the world" also began to learn the advanced experience of the European and American feminist movements, and combined it with Japan's unique national conditions to develop a feminist movement with Japanese characteristics: not only do they want to eat at the table equally, but they also want to grab the food in other people's bowls, and if they can't grab it, they will shit on the table.

It wasn't until the 1980s, during the bubble economy, and with the increase of spare money, that the Japanese feminist movement truly took off. It continued until the bubble burst, leaving massive unemployment and women forced to return to their families, when the movement gradually subsided—without economic independence, there's no personal independence either.

After that… everyone knows what happened next. All I can say is that gender narratives that are divorced from a class perspective are all just a bunch of ulterior motives.

So, it wasn't too unusual to encounter women's rights activists on the streets in 1956. What made Lin Shangren feel even more relieved was that this B was a cultist.

Therefore, Lin Shangren was not going to reason with her. He put his right hand into the shadow in his pocket, intending to crush the heart of the person in front of him.

At this time, a woman wearing the same clothes ran over, apologizing and trying to pull her away.

"I'm so sorry to bother you. We'll be leaving soon, Runzi, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Lin Shangren stopped the two of them. "You are nuns from the Tianhui Society, right? Does your church also advocate for women's rights?"

"No…we…ah…sorry, we have to go."

Looking at the two people entangled and walking away, Lin Shangren smiled thoughtfully: "Dongzi, Yuliang, you two go in and order the food first. I'll be back soon."

Chapter 149: What’s the price?

Women's rights—this concept seems to have nothing to do with our story. So why did Lin Shangren suddenly become interested in these two cult nuns fighting in the street?

In fact, the concept of "female fist" has always been hidden in the "shadow" of our story.

First of all, we must first understand the basic principles of the operation, so that we can ensure the smooth operation of the operation. First of all, we must first understand the basic principles of the operation, so that we can ensure the smooth operation of the operation.

Or, consider the "Rikyo" formed by Tsukishima Orihime, who deviated from the orthodox tradition by selling her body in pursuit of so-called freedom. Doesn't this unilaterally emphasize the connection between "sexual freedom" and "personal freedom"?

The murderers of the two solved cases: Tatsuhiko Kusaka, who was driven insane by the extreme traditional concept of chastity; and Shinji Mamiya, who was driven insane by the psychological trauma caused by her biological mother "abusing the weaker as a weak person".

It can be said that among the scum that Lin Shangren dealt with along the way, except for the war criminals who invaded China, most of them can be classified as extreme female boxers and those influenced by them.

With his wisdom, Hayashi Naoroto would have already discovered this, otherwise he wouldn't have, with a touch of mischief, guided Jushinomiya Tsuzuko to write "The Law of the New Wife." After all, these cases are indeed very similar to "The Law of the New Wife" and "The Box of Ghosts," both of which Kyogoku Natsuhiko's works also cured Japanese women's rights. (The plot of the "Kaguya no Shoujo" series does borrow from these books of Kyogoku Natsuhiko, especially the character relationships.) So when he saw that some crazy people had finally changed their propaganda from cult doctrines to feminist theories, Hayashi Naoroto naturally became extremely interested. He wanted to see how this sect with so many factions would react.

"Hey~"

Lin Shangren teleported to the shadows beneath the two nuns' feet, grabbed their ankles, stunned them with Eagle Finger, and then dragged them into the Shadow Swamp to activate Heart Shadow. With a series of silky sneak attacks, Lin Shangren directly invaded the two nuns' consciousnesses.

"Come, let me explore your psychological shadow. Wow, the psychological shadow area is quite large."

Lin Shangren's mind moved, and then he examined the deepest, most difficult to speak, most frightening and desperate memory of one of the nuns from a God's perspective.

……

She was.

Back then, this wasn't a new thing. Japan had just been defeated, and the US military had entered a bomb-ravaged Tokyo. Supplies were scarce, public order was chaotic, and the US military's unyielding discipline was well-known. Even today, incidents of US soldiers forcibly inspecting women in Okinawa still occur from time to time, let alone back then.

Actually, she wasn't really being taken advantage of, more accurately, she was being taken advantage of for free: she was so hungry that she wanted to trade herself for some canned food. Unfortunately, the other party was known as the US Army's Little Thunder Leopard, and if he didn't give her something, it wouldn't count as selling.

Having lost her body and still having to go hungry, anyone would be mentally broken. At this moment, she heard the broadcast.

The broadcast said: The Emperor's subjects, the time has come to sacrifice your lives for your country.

The selfless dedication to the country here is certainly not about dying with honor for 100 million people. After all, those who have experienced the two-dimensional world also know their own weight.

The "serving the country with one's life" here refers to serving the country with one's life in the physical sense - joining the national comfort agency and rewarding the US military with one's body to reduce their harassment of civilian women.

Although setting up brothels in the name of the country to comfort the occupying troops may have been done out of necessity in history, it is a shame and an unspeakable stain for any country, except Japan. Judging from their behavior, they do not seem to be ashamed of it, but proud of it.

They enacted relevant legislation and established a governing body, the RAA. They claimed that the establishment of comfort stations and the recruitment of comfort women was intended to allow them to protect ordinary young women from the assaults of the US military, to "preserve the purity of the nation and its future a century from now, to serve as a breakwater against the raging tide and as an underground pillar of post-war social order."

There are actually people who believe this shameless nonsense. After all, it was said by the Emperor.

Few people believe this shameless nonsense, but unfortunately it was said by the Emperor.

In short, no matter how conflicted the ordinary people were, comfort stations such as "Kimi-chan", "Otome", and "Hamamikawa" were opened one after another. At its peak, there were as many as 60,000 Japanese women engaged in this industry.

This is only the data for large institutions, not including small comfort stations.

Many impoverished women also saw this as a way to support their families. After all, women who work for clients need to be well fed before they can accept clients. Furthermore, the comfort stations for American soldiers had more than just beds; they also had bars, restaurants, movies, jukeboxes, and other entertainment facilities. When the US military wasn't using these facilities, the women working there could use them too!

As for face, haha, after all, this is also a sacrifice for the country, what is there to be ashamed of, after all, this is the order of the Emperor.

Therefore, like other desperate women of that period, she took the initiative to join the RAA Association.

However, there were two things she hadn't anticipated. First, the so-called emperor was just a bastard born of inbreeding, and his words were untrustworthy. No one would admire those who "sacrificed themselves for the country."

Secondly, although the conditions in the comfort stations were better than those outside, they were used to serve American military masters. When they were not using other entertainment facilities, it was not the prostitutes' turn to use them. After all, prostitutes had to be used at that time.

Eating... Although I won’t starve to death, I definitely won’t eat well. After all, after a day of work, my mouth is full of fishy smell and I can’t tell the difference between good and bad food.

As for "the land," there wasn't much land to plow, but there were too many cows. They were numerous and wild, and if they got upset, they could be strangled to death at any time. No matter how perverted the play was, I had no choice but to obey, from morning to night, day and night. Those days, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them hell...

What was even more difficult for her to accept than the physical pain was the psychological pain.

During the war, Japan had been promoting that disgusting militarist ideology, threatening the people by saying, "If we lose the war, all Japanese men will be castrated and women will become prostitutes." From a historical perspective, all this did happen after the war. Japanese men were castrated (psychologically) and women became prostitutes (physically).

In fact, there are also tough practitioners in the special service industry who are ready to fight the US military: many brothel operators have proposed hiding knives and drugs in their vaginas, and taking advantage of the Americans' violence to crush their scrotums, and to fight them one-on-one.

But this suggestion was rejected by the authorities, who said: "The Emperor has already ordered a ceasefire. Let's not talk about the past. Although the methods are different now, the essence is the same: contribute to the country."

I'm not making this up; it's all real history from Japan during the 1940s and 1950s. Some say, "There are no nations without conscience, only individuals with conscience. Conversely, there are no nations without moral integrity, only individuals without moral integrity." But looking at the lives of those next door, and the squids that have usurped the magpie's nest, I simply can't agree with that statement. Some nations truly possess a certain "strangeness" in their bones.

Anyway, the nun spent some time in the RAA Association, chatting and laughing with great scholars, and interacting with both good and bad people.

Then, under pressure from international public opinion, Emperor MacArthur forcibly disbanded the official comfort agencies, and tens of thousands of special service workers in the agencies were sent back to Japanese society.

Their fate is predictable. Japanese society will never tolerate these "stains." They can't handle the foreign masters, but can they handle these mistresses who served them?

Unable to return to normal life, they can only become prostitutes or secret prostitutes, continue to sell themselves to barely survive, or... huddle together for warmth and join cults.

The meeting of Tianhui or the meeting of the three generations of the Ming Dynasty was held.

At this point, if they had simply huddled together for warmth, licked each other's wounds, and barely scraped by, this would have been just a common tragedy of the era. The term might sound light, but in that era, such things were commonplace, and even more tragic things were commonplace, even to this day...

Let’s get back to the story.

After joining the Order of Heavenly Grace, the nuns were not satisfied with simply being prostitutes and becoming nuns. They wanted more. The "more" here did not mean revenge against the Japanese government, but a return to normal life and revenge against men.

If they had not joined the Tianhui Society and had chosen to join a red organization instead, they would have known that it was the semi-colonial and semi-feudal militarist government that caused their life tragedies. They should have united to overthrow it and liberate more people from suffering.

Sadly, they joined a group that was half cult, half feminist movement. The original class antagonism was forcibly dissolved within the gender narrative. They didn't resent the Japanese government, but rather why the men couldn't stand up and fight the US military. They resented those who, despite being protected by them, mocked and discriminated against them.

Therefore, they were divided into two factions. One was the radical faction, who believed that the people should be allowed to live in peace and order, and the other was the radical faction, who believed that the people should be allowed to go to jail for a long time and that the people should be allowed to work in peace.

So how can discrimination be eradicated? They believe there are two ways: first, make everyone as bad as they are; second, erase their own shameful past and those who know about it.

The first point was difficult to achieve, so they chose the second point, changing their names and then... killing all those who might know about their past, that is, their former "colleagues".

"That way, no one will know! Hail Mary!"

"Pfft!"

She gouged out the eyes of the woman under her like a madman.

"Hahaha, no one knows... no one..."

Lin Shangren, who was observing everything from a God's perspective, couldn't help but sigh: "Fuck this world. Damn human nature..."

A hateful person may have some pitiful aspects.

So, what about those poor people who haven't become hateful people yet?

The great power to the west of Japan had already given the answer in 49. However, that answer was not feasible for Japan at that time.

"Damn it, looks like I'm going to have to start a revolution soon."

Chapter 150: Haunted Things (Part 2)

Two days later, Humanoid Village.

Light snow is falling.

On the back hill of the Doll Village, a petite figure in a light red kimono was walking slowly.

The girl had long, smooth black hair and her skin was smoother and whiter than the snow.

She walked alone on the snowy mountain road, stopping occasionally to look around. In the distance, she could see a human-shaped building at the entrance of the village with a sign for the village office hanging on it, and another building was the police station.

The girl was a little hesitant. She didn't know whether she should go into one of the two buildings to seek help.

She was a little scared.

For her, who was still young, it was a scary thing to step into a place where adults gathered.

"what can we do about it?"

The girl named Sunazuki exhaled a puff of white mist. Her feet were frozen. Although she wasn't completely unable to walk, her thin socks were soaked, and her toes were hot, painful, and numb.

"I just wanted to go out for a walk, but I got lost again. Sigh..."

Sunazuki sighed again.

"I don't know if I will meet those kind brothers again."

Four days ago, at the same place and in the same situation, the girl met the boy.

As the lost Satsuki hesitated in place, at a loss as to what to do, a refreshing young man's voice sounded behind her.

"Excuse me...who are you?"

Satsuki turned around and saw Hinakami Rito, who was about the same age as her.

"Ah, that..."

Sha Yue stood there at a loss, her eyes wandering. She had no idea how to respond in such a situation.

"Um, um, I, I am..."

"Are you a guest of the Shigusa Shrine?" Kuroya Naoori walked over and asked.

He looked at the girl thoughtfully, and then revealed a meaningful smile.

"Guest?" asked Hinagami Rito in confusion.

"Huh? Doesn't Li Ren know? I thought the people in the main family should know more about this kind of thing? Didn't grandpa tell you? It's... the Son of Heaven Festival. Aunt Nami should have told you, right?" Kuroya Naoori showed a teasing expression.

"Huh? Mom...she didn't tell me anything. I've heard about the festival..."

As the two boys talked, Sunazuki, blushing, finally managed to say, "Um, um... I want to go back to the shrine... but I don't know how..."