Chapter 74: The Immortal Society (I)
Jiang Xian looked at the man at the door in surprise.
He was in his forties, with a square face and short stature. He wore a neat suit and had his hair combed back. He bowed slightly and spoke fluent Chinese: "Mr. Jiang, good evening. Sorry to bother you. I am Shima Sanming, the vice president of Yamato Sanyou."
"Something?" Jiang Xian frowned slightly, feeling somewhat disgusted. He thought he had made his position clear enough, and he didn't like people pestering him.
Japan is a country that pays great attention to "reading the atmosphere". When he saw Jiang Xian frowning, Shima Sanming immediately said, "Mr. Jiang, I have heard about your choice. We understand your choice, but I still feel unwilling to let a dragon among men like you go. I want to make a final effort. I hope Mr. Jiang can give me 30 minutes."
Jiang Xian nodded politely. Dao Sanming put the computer bag on the table and took out the computer while saying, "In order to contact Mr. Jiang before, we specially asked Mr. Long to pass some things to Mr. Song. We hope he can take them to Mr. Jiang for review... I wonder if Mr. Jiang has read them?"
Song Yunshen?
His thoughts suddenly got stuck, just like a small flaw suddenly appeared on a smooth production line. There seemed to be something worth noting here, but Dao Sanming's voice continued to ring, leaving Jiang Xian no time to think about it. His thoughts turned to Song Yunshen, and then he remembered that the other party did give him a small box.
"not yet."
Dao Sanming breathed a sigh of relief: "No wonder... But it doesn't matter, I brought a copy here. I believe Mr. Jiang will be very interested."
Click... As Dao Sanming pressed the play button, a series of videos began to play on the computer. The first one that appeared was a hospital.
It can be seen that this hospital is quite old. And the funding is not very sufficient. The walls are painted white, but the color has faded a little. The snow-white and mottled yellow are like age spots of malnutrition. There are not many people on the seats, and it can be seen that the flow of people is not large.
It was not a surprising hospital, but Jiang Xian looked at it very carefully because... this hospital gave him a sense of déjà vu.
"This is the hospital in Foping County." Dao Sanming spoke fluent Chinese in a voice that was clear but not harsh. "You saved someone somewhere in Foping County and settled him here, right?"
Before Jiang Xian could nod, the scene suddenly changed. In a ward, a nurse ran out screaming, and there were even several patients in hospital gowns. At the same time, the door was kicked open with a bang, and two figures slowly walked out.
The person walking in front was a middle-aged man, very thin, also wearing a hospital gown. His face was filled with fear, and he raised his hands. He could be heard shouting, "Help... Help!"
And just behind him, Jiang Xian was holding a fruit knife and putting it on the patient's neck, the old man he had rescued from below Darong Village!
At this moment, he did not look old at all. No, rather... although he was old, he did not hide the murderous intent on his face at all, like a Shura who walked out of hell. He gritted his yellow teeth and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Back off... Everyone, back off!!"
Originally, after Jiang Xian sent him to the hospital, he was taken care of by Chief Ma's men. But at this moment, the two young policemen were also completely stunned. They instinctively stepped back.
"Car... give me a car!" The old man was like crazy, slashing the patient's neck with a knife, and a line of blood appeared. The patient's legs went limp and he almost fainted. The old man didn't even look at it, and roared with gritted teeth: "If there is no car in ten minutes, I will kill him... Quick!!"
The screen paused with the old man's hideous face. Shima Sanming quickly adjusted the screen and said, "He escaped from the hospital and is wanted nationwide. However... so far, there is no trace of him... You may recognize this symbol."
The scene freezes on Fujiwara no Suke's palm - this is one of the few parts of the video where the other party shows his palm. And right here, there is a hidden pattern.
That... is an eye inside a triangle!
It was drawn entirely with black lines, as if branded on the hand. The moment he saw the eyes, Jiang Xian's mind was like a flash of lightning, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Got cheated.
The old man said he was from Darong Village... He spoke standard Mandarin at the time, and Chu Ziyi asked him a question. He replied that he had been away from home for many years. It seemed like a rational answer, but he had been locked up here for more than ten years. In this environment, he should have lost his language ability long ago, unless he had received special training.
Because of the opponent's weakness, everyone relaxed their vigilance against him - just like people would not pay attention to ants, because the opponent could not affect them. Unexpectedly, everyone was tricked by this old man!
"Is he Chinese?" Jiang Xian finally asked.
Questions represent curiosity and exploration, and curiosity and exploration represent interest. Hearing his question, Shima Sanming finally breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "No, he is a genuine Japanese."
"His name is Fujiwara Suke, and he was once a professor in the Department of Archaeology at the University of Tokyo. He is particularly obsessed with Chinese history and culture, and speaks standard Chinese."
"Has he been to the Magic City?" Jiang Xianyou continued to ask.
"As far as I know, no." Dao Sanming turned around and said solemnly: "And I have seen the symbol on his palm."
Without Jiang Xian saying anything, he took a deep breath and said, "There is only one organization in Japan that has this symbol. Its name is... Changshenghui."
"It... might be Jidao..." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xian tapped the table with his finger: "Maybe?"
Shima Sanming seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after a few seconds he gritted his teeth and said, "To be honest, decades ago, I was also a young leader of the 'Kanto Alliance'."
"When I was a member of the Yakuzoku, I saw this tattoo on the back of the then-wakado. Because most of the Yakuzoku tattoos are ukiyo-e paintings of ghosts and gods, this tattoo seems particularly... weird. The 1980s and 1990s were the heyday of the Yakuzoku. All the Yakuzoku had tattoos on their backs, which could be called the grand prize of Japanese ukiyo-e. I have been in the Yakuzoku for five years and have seen all kinds of tattoos. But this tattoo was only worn by the then-wakado, so I remember it very clearly."
The room fell silent, a cue to listen. Shima Sanming did not hesitate and continued, "Five years later, by chance, I joined the Yamato Sanyou Auction under At the time, these auctions were controlled by the Yakuza and were places where the major conglomerates and high-ranking officials sold their stolen goods. It was there that I remembered this tattoo that I should have forgotten!"
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if he recalled some horrible scene, which made him tremble slightly. After a few seconds, he said hoarsely: "Yamato Sanyou Auction House is affiliated with the Sumitomo Group. They have many side branches, and they also hold important positions in our company."
"Ten years ago, I was summoned by the then managing director because of my outstanding work. The managing director turned out to be the then Wakatoshi. We were all very surprised. With his care and my own efforts, I finally got the opportunity to be inspected by the then president Kobayashi Koichi three years ago. He is a direct descendant of the Sumitomo Group and a member of the real high-level 'Shiramizu Club'. He invited me to the 'Wakatoshi' hot spring in Kyoto."
"And right there, I spotted it... he had the same symbol on his wrist!"
His Adam's apple moved violently, and he opened his eyes and said, "I asked out of curiosity. Then... President Kobayashi told me something."
"I remember it very clearly. He asked me: Do you know why the Sumitomo Group has been so prosperous? I said I didn't know. He just smiled and continued to ask me: Do you believe... that there is an elixir of immortality in this world?"
Jiang Xian's eyes narrowed slightly. These four words, like a butcher's hook, easily brought back all his memories.
"I can't answer this question, but President Kobayashi didn't mind. He clapped his hands and asked the bodyguard to bring an ancient Chinese wine jar, which should be from the Han Dynasty or even before. And in the wine jar... it was filled with emerald green liquid that could emit white mist!"
"He, he drank it in one gulp. I was very close to him at the time and could clearly see that the crow's feet on his face...at the corner of his eye actually...actually slowly disappeared! It was like magic!"
Dao Sanming instinctively looked at Jiang Xian. His words were too unbelievable. He was afraid that Jiang Xian would not believe him, but what he saw was Jiang Xian's extremely solemn gaze.
"You... don't think it's ridiculous?" Shima Sanming was stunned for a few seconds and finally asked.
This scene, like a nightmare, like the most delicious cake, the sweetest poison, has been lingering in his mind all the time for years. He occasionally mentioned it to his wife and children, but all he got in return was a perfunctory affirmation with a smile.
Jiang Xian retracted his gaze and said calmly: "In this world, there are too many secrets hidden in the past history. Some things cannot be fully explained by science."
"continue."
Shima Sanming turned his eyes away and said in a deep voice: "He asked me if I wanted to drink. I had a hunch... I could feel it at the time. If I drank, I might take over his position. If I didn't drink, I would have no chance. But... but... can you understand? This unknown... this weirdness beyond comprehension, in the end... I... refused."
He gave a bitter smile, "So, when President Kobayashi died of a heart attack two years ago, it wasn't me who took over as president of Yamato Miyoshi ."
"Dead?" Jiang Xian frowned and looked directly into the other person's eyes: "Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure." Shima Sanming said with certainty: "I saw him cremated with my own eyes. It couldn't be anyone else."
Jiang Xian pinched his eyebrows hard. What was going on?
died?
President Kobayashi... is dead?
In his mind, there were faint threads connecting the dots. But now was not the time to ponder, so Shima Sanming continued, "After that, I finally began to carefully investigate the Changsheng Society, but I discovered a terrible fact!"
"I don't know how many people there are in the Changsheng Society, but I'm sure that five of the people in the Sumitomo Group's Hakusui Society are believers of the Changsheng Society. And except for President Kobayashi, the ages of the others... are all over 105 years old! I secretly checked their medical records... but found no cases!"
"They... should be like they are in their 50s or 60s, still alive! But... they will never appear in Baishui again!"
