Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Two days later, near noon, we arrived at Aomori City, the northernmost tip of Japan's main island.

A light blue Toyota Hilux pickup truck covered with mud entered the city in the wind and stopped slowly in front of a restaurant called Tenji House.

When the pickup truck stopped, Du Weiguo opened the door and jumped out. He was dressed a bit specially today, wearing a beige outdoor shirt, work pants of the same color, and a pair of brown work boots.

There is a camera hanging on his chest, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a fisherman's hat on his head, which blocks his sharp sword-like eyebrows. He looks like a field photojournalist.

In fact, Du Weiguo's current identity is a Chinese-Japanese photographer for National Geographic magazine named Yin Weiwen. He came here today to meet with the guide.

The identity of Yin Weiwen is real, he does exist, and he is indeed in Japan. He made an appointment with a local guide in Aomori through telegrams and letters half a month ago.

As for himself, there is a high probability that he has been controlled by Ryota Takahashi, and everything has been carefully planned. Even if Du Weiguo hadn't been there, someone else would have taken his place.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to drink water, this Tenjiwu restaurant mainly sells the freshest seafood caught from the sea in the morning.

As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he smelled an extremely strong smell of sea. Du Weiguo couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

"Yin Sang, here!"

On the seat by the window, a young girl with healthy wheat-colored skin stood up and raised her hand to him. Du Weiguo also raised his hand in response and walked towards her.

This girl is the guide Yin Weiwen booked, named Nishijima Ryoko. As for why the grandson chose a young girl to be his guide.

Just because she is from Mutsu Town.

Sitting down across from her, Du Weiguo glanced at Ryoko Nishijima. She was about 20 years old, with fair looks, rough skin, and a head full of black hair braided into countless braids, full of wild nature.

Ryoko Nishijima has a lively personality. She stretched out her hand with a smile, a bit familiar:
"Yin Sang, my name is Nishijima Ryoko. Welcome to Aomori and thank you for choosing me as your tour guide."

She spoke English, which was a little stiff. Du Weiguo shook hands with her and spoke in a gentle tone:
"Hello, Miss Ryoko Nishijima, we are about the same age. You're welcome. Just call me Awen."

Ryoko Nishijima was not polite and followed the good advice:
"Okay, Awen, this store is a famous local gourmet restaurant. Their pan-fried halibut, takoyaki, and spicy squid are all excellent. Do you want to try them?"

When she said this, Nishijima Ryoko's eyes were so bright that she secretly swallowed her saliva. She was obviously a greedy little girl.

Du Weiguo secretly laughed, took off the camera from his neck, carefully put it into his backpack, and put it away properly.
Acting requires a complete set. He smiled and replied:

"Okay, Miss Ryoko, just do as the Romans do, and you can make your choice. I happen to be hungry too, so I'll order a few more dishes."

Upon hearing this, Ryoko Nishijima's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and she asked with a smile:

"Awen, you're welcome, just call me Liangzi. So, is this meal your treat?"

Du Weiguo chuckled and nodded:
"Of course, Ryoko, I will trouble you more in the future. I treat you to a meal, as it should be. Please ask for more, and don't be polite."

Nishijima Ryoko's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her voice was full of joy: "Really? Then I won't be polite."

The food in this restaurant is serious and good, with a focus on fresh food and plenty of ingredients. However, Du Weiguo has never been very fond of seafood, so he ate a little absent-mindedly.

Ryoko Nishijima wolfed down the food, which was extremely sweet. Moreover, this little girl's appetite was really amazing, even more so than the big man.

After eating some casually, Du Weiguo put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and lit a cigarette. Nishijima Ryoko stole a glance at him, and suddenly her face turned red, a little embarrassed:
"Awen, are the things here not to your liking?"

Du Weiguo smiled and waved his hand: "No, it tastes very good. I just sat in the car for a long time and I can't eat it anymore."

Ryoko Nishijima poured him a cup of barley tea and asked curiously:
"Awen, there are so many famous mountains in Japan, such as Mount Fuji and Mount Ontake. Why do you want to come to Baishen Mountain to take pictures?"

Du Weiguo had also done his homework and had already suspected something. He took a sip of tea and replied leisurely:

"Because so many people have visited those famous mountains in the past, but few people have noticed Baishen Mountain. It is still a virgin land."

Ryoko Nishijima nodded in understanding: "Oh, that's right. Then Awen, how long do you want to stay in Baishen Mountain?"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and changed the topic without leaving any trace:
"Liangzi, I heard that deep in the Baishen Mountain, there are macaques that are as white as snow. Have you seen them?"

Ryoko Nishijima frowned and recalled it, her tone a little hesitant:

"Well~ I have indeed seen macaques in the forest before, but I have never seen the snow-white macaques you mentioned."

Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt and nodded noncommittally:
"Well, I hope I can be lucky enough to photograph white macaques this time. By the way, Liangzi, where are you from and why are you so familiar with Shirakami Mountain?"

At this moment, Nishijima Ryoko looked at the piece of fried fish that was about to cool down on the plate with some reluctance, and answered a little casually:
"I'm from Mutsu Town. I was born in the mountains since I was a child, so I'm naturally familiar with it."

Du Weiguo smiled and pushed the dinner plate towards her: "Liangzi, let's talk after eating. Such delicious food will not taste good when it is cold."

Upon hearing this, Nishijima Ryoko immediately narrowed her eyes, smiled like a flower, and secretly rejoiced in her heart.

"This customer is not only good-looking and generous, but also a nice person."

Aomori City is a small seaside city, and the west of the city is a relatively dense commercial district. Under the guidance of Ryoko Nishijima, Du Weiguo quickly purchased enough supplies for two people to consume for a week.

In the afternoon, Du Weiguo leaned against the car door, holding a cigarette in his mouth, watching Ryoko Nishijima walk out of a familiar store.

She was holding a heavy bag in her hand, with a gray-black hard plastic arrow tail exposed on the edge, and she couldn't help but feel interested:

"Ryoko, do you know how to shoot an arrow?"

Ryoko Nishijima nodded with a slightly proud tone:

"Of course, I have learned archery and hunting from my grandfather since I was a child, and my archery skills are very good."

Du Weiguo helped her take the bag and held it in his hands. The bow and arrows weighed at least 10 kilograms. He was a little surprised:
"So heavy, a metal composite bow?"

Ryoko Nishijima's eyes lit up, she patted the canvas bag, her expression became more and more arrogant:
"Awen, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. This is a Hoyt Hawkeye, an all-metal composite bow. The arrows it shoots are more powerful than bullets. It costs more than 1000 US dollars!"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and made a joke: "What a guy! Are you so powerful? Liangzi, can't you see that you are still a little rich woman?"

Ryoko Nishijima smiled shyly:
"I'm just a little tour guide, how can I get any money? I saved a foreign explorer who fell into a trap in the forest before, and he gave me this bow."

There is a door!Du Weiguo's heart was moved, but his face remained calm and he did not continue the topic.

"Ryoko, is it dangerous in the mountains? Do you still need to bring such a sharp weapon?"

Hearing this question, Nishijima Ryoko's expression became a little complicated, her eyes were obscure, and her tone was a little evasive:
"Well, there are bears and big lizards in the mountains. Well, some mountain people are not very friendly either."

When the time was almost up, Du Weiguo frowned at the right moment and his tone became a little stern:

"Ryoko, what does this mean? Please tell the truth. You know, I am just an ordinary photographer. I just want to take some photos. If there is danger, I must re-evaluate my schedule."

Seeing Du Weiguo's solemn tone and serious face, Nishijima Ryoko was a little taken aback, and her tone was slightly flustered:

"Ah, Awen, it's actually nothing. You don't have to worry."

Du Weiguo didn't speak, he just looked at her with a stifled expression and some resentment. Unable to bear the look in his eyes, Nishijima Ryoko looked away and explained with a guilty conscience:
"Well, the entrance to Shirakami Mountain happens to be occupied by Mutsu Town. Those mountain people are not very smart and are a bit xenophobic. But you don't have to worry, Awen. I will definitely protect you."

Du Weiguo's face became a little gloomy and his brows furrowed:
"Xenophobia? How far has it gone? Liangzi, I hope you can tell me the truth. To be honest, I also work for money. I don't want to die in the wilderness for no reason."

Ryoko Nishijima had a troubled expression, and after a while she said:
"They are very repulsive to outsiders. Outsiders are not allowed to go to Shirakami Mountain, and they are not allowed to stay overnight in the town. Women who are married from other places are not allowed to leave, and women who are married are not allowed to go home."

Du Weiguo sneered in his heart, adjusted his glasses frame, and spoke solemnly:
"What happens if the rules are broken?"

Ryoko Nishijima frowned and whispered:

"You will be kicked out without mercy. If it's serious, you may even beat them. Well, that's it~~"

She obviously didn't finish what she said, and Du Weiguo pretended not to hear it, and said in an exaggerated tone: "If it's so serious, won't the local police station care about it?"

Nishijima Ryoko curled her lips, glanced at Du Weiguo with an idiot look, and said in a faint tone:

"Aren't the police stationed at the station all locals?" Du Weiguo spread his hands and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Then how do we go up the mountain? I don't want to get beaten."

Nishijima Ryoko raised her eyebrows and said in a proud tone:

"Don't worry, I know a secret path that is not known to anyone. You can reach Baishen Mountain without anyone noticing."

Du Weiguo's tone was hesitant: "Is it really safe?"

Ryoko Nishijima was determined and a little joking:

"Don't worry, Awen. Although you are just an ordinary photographer, I am very strong. I will protect you without risk."

Mount Shirakami is a large coastal mountain that stretches across two prefectures, more than 30 kilometers south of Aomori City, with a barely gentle slope on the edge.

Ryoko Nishijima didn't completely brag, her skills were indeed considered strong.

With light movements, he moved around like a monkey, quickly climbed up without any protective gear, then lowered the rope and hoisted the backpacks of the two people up first.

Du Weiguo was addicted to grandson drama. He was a little clumsy. He climbed up with the rope while stumbling, holding a big tree and panting.

Ryoko Nishijima handed him the kettle and joked with a smile:
"Awen, as a professional outdoor photographer, your physical strength is not very good. You need to practice more."

Du Weiguo ignored the teasing, took a swig of water, and pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead:
"I'm so exhausted, Ryoko. How far is this from Mutsu Town? Let's sneak up the mountain so they won't find us."

Nishijima Ryoko turned her head and glanced into the forest, and said loudly:

"It's not far, but it's separated by a ravine, and the town's rules are that you are not allowed to go up the mountain at night, and you are not even allowed to leave the door. It will be dark soon, so we won't be discovered."

Du Weiguo already had a rough guess in his mind and continued to talk:
"Ryoko, according to you, Mutsu Town is isolated from the world, so how do you usually make a living?"

Liangzi replied innocently and unpreparedly:

"Usually, residents in the town will pick mushrooms in nearby mountains and set traps, and then buy these wild products to the market. Sometimes, the mayor will drive into the mountains and cut down some beech wood to sell."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "Driving, so, there is a main road into the mountains from Mutsu Town?"

Nishijima Ryoko replied disapprovingly:
"Yes, they were all built during the war. It is said that bunkers were built in the mountains."

Du Weiguo's heart was moved, and just when he was about to continue asking questions, Liangzi raised the compound bow in his hand:
"Okay, Awen, let's set off after we've rested enough. It's getting dark soon."

While talking, Ryoko quickly assembled their metal recurve bow, a four-piece bow that was somewhat similar to Rambo's bow.

Needless to say, the Japanese people protect their forests very well, and all mountain forests will not be cut down and destroyed at will. This Baishen Mountain, in particular, is very dense and primitive.

To be honest, without a guide, even Du Weiguo would be blinded and unable to distinguish things if he walked into such an endless primitive forest.

Two hours after entering the mountain, the sky gradually darkened. Liangzi led Du Weiguo to a place with a gentle wind and said unceremoniously:

"Awen, check the firewood nearby. The more you do, the better."

"okay."

Du Weiguo responded honestly, put down his backpack and went to work. Liangzi was not idle either. He took out the machete from his waist, whittled some sharp thorns nearby, and skillfully arranged a simple fence.

At night, a bonfire was raised in the open space. Liangzi threw two more logs into the fire and glanced at Du Weiguo, who was smoking:
"Awen, I see you are quite calm. Aren't you afraid of wild animals in the wilderness?"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and replied with a smile: "I am a field reporter after all. I often camp, so I am used to it."

Liangzi nodded noncommittally: "So, Awen, you came to Baishen Mountain this time just to take pictures of white macaques?"

Du Weiguo said casually:
"No, those rare animals, plants, ancient trees that are hundreds of years old, and even the bunkers built during the war are all my shooting materials. By the way, Ryoko, why did you leave Mutsu Town."

Under the firelight, Liangzi's expression became a little gloomy, and he was silent for a while before speaking:

"After my grandfather went into the mountains to hunt for a wild boar that disappeared, I wanted to go into the mountains to look for it, but those bastards drove me out."

Her voice was hateful and her eyes were cold. It was obvious that she had had an extremely unpleasant experience. Du Weiguo's heart moved slightly:
"Liangzi, since you can take the path into the mountains, haven't you been looking for it secretly?"

Liangzi sighed and said in a low tone:
"I've searched everywhere except in forbidden areas. I haven't even found grandpa's bones."

Forbidden land, Du Weiguo's heart trembled. He already had the answer, but he did not act too hastily, but changed the topic familiarly:
"Sorry Liangzi, I brought up your sadness. By the way, you said before that you rescued a foreign explorer in the mountains. How did he get into the mountains?"

Liangzi said listlessly, "Oh, he came into the mountains from the southwest county. He said he got lost."

Seeing her depressed mood and lack of interest, Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt into the fire and clapped his hands:

"Okay, Ryoko, it's getting late. We have to go on a journey tomorrow, so go to bed early."

"it is good."

In the early morning, Ryoko suddenly turned over and sat up. She immediately touched the machete under her backpack. She had just heard a strange noise.

Just when he was about to remind Du Weiguo, he found that he had disappeared in the dim light of the bonfire. At the same time, rustling footsteps could be heard in the jungle not far away, very close.

Liangzi was shocked, got up quickly, picked up the recurve bow, strung the arrow, and quickly moved into the jungle in the opposite direction.

I should say it or not, but this little girl is quite smart and doesn't stand stupidly by the campfire. The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. Isn't this looking for death?
But as soon as she hid at the edge of the jungle, a figure suddenly jumped out. While knocking away her bow and arrow, he hugged her from behind.

At the same time, Jie Jie laughed strangely:

"I thought it was someone who dared to sneak up the mountain. It turned out to be Liangzi, your little cousin. Today, let me see who can protect you. I will definitely kill you."

The person hugging Liangzi was an ugly man. This guy had big red bumps on his face and black teeth, like a mandrill.

This monster-like guy is frighteningly powerful. No matter how hard Liangzi struggled, he could not move at all.

At this time, two men also emerged from the woods opposite, holding shotguns and steel forks in their hands. When they saw Liangzi being hugged, they also smiled strangely, with lewd laughter coming from their mouths, and quickly came over.

"boom!"

Liangzi was hit to the ground hard by the ugly man, and was knocked unconscious immediately.

Before she could get up, there was a stabbing sound, and her coat was torn open by the ugly man's big hands, and a large piece of her white skin was instantly exposed. The ugly man's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

The two companions of the ugly man also came over, talking nonsense:

"Ha! Ryoko's nakako is really good. We are lucky tonight. Kogoro, I'll give you 1000 yen and let me get on first. How about~"

The ugly man’s name was Kogoro. He had a bull’s eye and had already started to unbutton his belt. He replied angrily:

"Baga, Ohara Shohei, get the hell away from me. I'll have enough fun before it's your turn!"

Ohara Shohei had no choice but to put the shotgun behind his back and cursed:

"Kogoro, please be gentle and don't kill her, Yukio, then you can only be the last one, Yukio~~"

His companion, the one holding the steel fork, was standing there blankly, his eyes wide open and distracted.

There was a wooden thorn stuck in his forehead. He was already dead and could no longer die. He did not fall down because of the support of the steel fork.

The soul of Ohara Shohei was so strong that he was about to call out when he heard a soft pop in his ears and his vision fell into eternal darkness.

There was a spike on his forehead in an instant. The tip protruded from the back of his head, bringing out a splash of blood, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The ugly man Kogoro, who had just untied his belt, heard the noise and turned his head impatiently, but suddenly a black fist as big as a casserole appeared in his sight. (End of chapter)