After arriving at Tokyo International Airport, Feng Xiaohe stared blankly at the endless stream of people. She had told herself she was here in Tokyo to rest and vacation, but in truth, she was extremely nervous.
“Sister, what’s wrong?”
“Xiaona, your sister’s doing just fine. We need to enjoy this vacation properly,” Feng Xiaohe said, forcing a casual tone.
She was in an unfamiliar place with no one she knew. Fortunately, Qu Xiqian spoke fluent Japanese, and Feng Na was no stranger to the language either. Compared to their excellence, Feng Xiaohe suddenly felt so insignificant and small.
The pride she once had back in that little logistics company in Bincheng—where she could easily turn men into tools—had long since vanished in their presence.
Led by Qu Xiqian, the group transferred trains at Shinagawa. After over an hour of travel, they finally arrived in Shinjuku and used GPS to successfully locate the hotel they had booked in advance.
All in all, things went relatively smoothly. J-Country’s tourism industry was also highly developed. The young lady at the hotel front desk wore a polite, mechanical smile. Upon learning that Feng Xiaohe’s group were foreign tourists, she immediately welcomed them in somewhat passable Chinese.
“Finally here.”
Feng Xiaohe shared a room with her younger sister Xiaona, while Qu Xiqian and Feng Na stayed in another. Everyone planned to rest for about two hours before heading out to explore.
“Sister, hurry up and rest.”
The hotel room was fully equipped and clean. Feng Xiaohe took off her clothes, slipped into the pristine white bedding, and closed her eyes.
The comfort of the bed gave Feng Xiaohe an intense sense of déjà vu. She had once lain in the same blanket with Gao Sijin, spending a wild and romantic night together.
Although this event had never actually happened in reality, Feng Xiaohe remembered it vividly. She even recalled the satisfaction of leaving a messy bed after countless bouts of wild, inseparable passion.
Before meeting Gao Sijin, she had, through masterful social maneuvering, kept countless men who wanted to sleep with her at arm’s length. Yet Gao Sijin alone had sparked a tremendous interest in her.
In the end, it evolved into her taking the initiative to push Gao Sijin down. She loved going to bed with him, even becoming addicted to the point of being unable to pull herself away—in more ways than one. Often, it was only when Gao Sijin begged for mercy that Feng Xiaohe would finally let him off.
“Brother Sijin is in Tokyo too, right?”
Feng Xiaona’s voice disrupted Feng Xiaohe’s thoughts.
“Xiaona, didn’t I say not to bring him up again?”
There was no chance for her to be with him anymore.
But even so, just standing at a distance and seeing him live happily would be enough.
Wanting to see you. No physical contact, just one brief exchange of glances.
But my love, where are you?
Her pale arms wrapped a white pillow tightly to her chest, as if the pillow were Gao Sijin himself.
“Sister, I want to go look around outside.”
“Let’s go together. This is a foreign country after all; it’d be bad if we got lost.”
“Alright, Sister.”
After changing her clothes, Feng Xiaohe took Feng Xiaona’s hand and walked out of the hotel. Perhaps outside, she might run into him by chance.
Sometimes, Feng Xiaohe felt that going abroad just to meet him again, all because of a destined bond she had with him in a dream, was an incredibly foolish and impulsive act.
Shinjuku was one of Tokyo’s major wards, spanning a full 18.23 square kilometers. Bumping into someone in such a large area already required tremendous fate. And Shinjuku was just one ward of Tokyo; the city had twenty-three in total. Trying to find a specific person here was no different from searching for a needle in a haystack.
At that moment, someone tapped Feng Xiaohe on the shoulder from behind. It was a middle-aged man in a police uniform. The man had a kindly face and seemed like a gentleman.
“Hello, may I see your identification, please?”
Feng Xiaohe used English to indicate she couldn’t understand what the police officer was saying. Because of red-light districts like Kabukicho, patrol officers were naturally abundant here.
“China citizen?”
The officer asked in Chinese.
Feng Xiaohe immediately nodded.
“Alien Registration Card, thank you.”
Hearing the officer’s purpose, Feng Xiaohe immediately took out her documents, intending to hand them over. She had read online that not carrying your Alien Registration Card while out in J-Country could cause major trouble.
But just as she was about to hand the card to the officer, Feng Na timely called out to stop her. She stepped in front of Feng Xiaohe and said to the officer in Japanese:
“First, show me your identification to prove you’re a police officer.”
The officer gave a resigned smile, showing no sign of anger. He came across as very courteous.
“Here you are.”
“Katakura Yuuta?”
“Yes, that is my name.”
The officer called Katakura Yuuta faced the beautiful women with a gaze that remained earnestly fixed on their eyes, without wandering to appreciate their other features.
“These are our Alien Registration Cards.”
Feng Na held the cards in her own hand for the officer to see. After confirming the group’s documents, the officer lowered his head and said:
“Mhm, they’re indeed legitimate. My apologies for the rudeness. It’s just that this is Shinjuku, and Kabukicho used to have many illegal immigrants.”
“We’re just tourists. When the time comes, we’ll naturally return to our country.”
“By the way, your Japanese is excellent. You don’t sound like a foreigner at all.”
“If this is a pick-up attempt, please leave.”
Feng Na’s expression turned somewhat icy.
The officer didn’t intend to press his luck and turned to leave.
“Ah, wait.”
Feng Xiaohe called out to stop the officer.
Despite the language barrier, the officer halted his steps.
Feng Xiaohe quickly typed in Chinese on her phone screen, then used a translation app to translate her words. She showed it to the officer: I have a friend who may have been kidnapped and brought to J-Country.
“A cross-border kidnapping case?” The officer’s expression grew serious. With a worried look, he said, “Could it be, Miss, that you came to J-Country to search for that kidnapped friend?”
The phone screen translated the officer’s words.
Feng Xiaohe nodded, but then immediately shook her head. She typed on her phone: It might be a kidnapping, I’m not sure. But I want information about him.
The officer looked very serious.
“If it really is a kidnapping case, then the victim being kidnapped likely has no record in our country—an undocumented individual. Could you tell me his name?”
The translation app’s output was a little awkward, so Feng Na relayed exactly what the officer had just said to Feng Xiaohe in its original meaning.
“His name is Gao Sijin.”
Hearing the name, the officer nodded.
“I understand. May I ask to leave a contact method?”
Feng Na nodded and exchanged phone numbers with this mild-mannered, refined middle-aged officer.
Katakura Yuuta.
Judging solely by appearance, he seemed like a man with a strong sense of justice and responsibility. Feng Xiaohe hoped that this police officer she had happened to meet on the street could find Gao Sijin, and thereby unravel the knot in her heart.
