Kyoto is very lively at night, with neon lights flashing on both sides of the streets and music and dancing.

Wu Sanwei stood on a tall building and looked far away.

On one side is the brightly lit wealthy district of Kyoto, and on the other is the dark refugee district of Kyoto. The two are as distinct as an invisible high wall in the middle.

"Matsuda Sakuraiko, this is my leader."

Fang Tian's voice came from behind.

Wu Sanwei withdrew his gaze and turned around.

A tall girl stood next to Fang Tian.

In the dusk, a few strands of her shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the night wind. She had a fair face with oval seeds, big clear and bright eyes, and her lips were not smeared with any cosmetics but had a red gloss. Her face was thin and sweet.

She was wearing a traditional Kyoto dress, with an open neckline, slightly exposing her collarbone, and a pair of gray sneakers on her feet, which looked a bit nondescript.

This is Matsuda Sakuraiko, she is very good-looking, no wonder Fang Tian is so fascinated by her.

"Hello, Miss Matsuda, you can call me Mr. W."

Wu Sanwei said hello.

Mr. W is his code name and pseudonym in this operation.

According to Matsuda Sakuraiko's description, there are three large power groups in the Kyoto refugee camp area, namely the Black Dragon Society, the Sumiyoshi Society, and the Affinity Society.

Each large power group has tens of thousands of members, controls everything in the refugee camp, and is the actual controller there.

And there are several big chaebols behind them.

Fang Tian suggested that if you want to find clues, it is best to rely on the power of these three major power groups.

Wu Sanwei once worried, what should we do if these three cannibalism cases in Kyoto were committed by these three power groups?

However, Fang Tian's words dispelled Wu Sanwei's worries.

He had studied these power groups through Matsuda Sakuraiko and knew that they wanted to maintain the stability of the refugee camp more than anyone else.

In the refugee camps, they can rule the roost.

Once the refugee camps are dismantled or cleared out, the best outcome for them is to become the lackeys of the plutocrats.

If you can be a human, no one wants to be a dog.

Wu Sanwei quite agrees with this view.

After careful study, they chose Sumiyoshi Kai as the breakthrough point because it was at odds with the Mitsui Foundation.

The only son of Matsunagahide, the leader of the Sumiyoshi Society, was shot to death by Shomitsui when he competed with Shomitsui for the oiran in Kyoto Kabuki.

Although the Mitsui family also made material compensation, they did not punish Mitsui.

For this reason, Matsunaga Hide has repeatedly said that if anyone can cut off Shao Mitsui's head, there will be a reward of 1 million.

Later, although with the mediation of several other major chaebols, Matsunagahide withdrew the reward and shook hands with the Mitsui family, the relationship between the two was irreparable.

Recently, the Mitsui family is strongly supporting the Black Dragon Society and the Affinity Society in attacking the Sumiyoshi Society, trying to drive the Sumiyoshi Society out of the Kyoto refugee camp area.

Fortunately, the two major power groups understood the principle of losing their temper. After receiving the support of the Mitsui family, they only pretended to do so and did not show their true strength.

The Sumiyoshi Council did not fall apart.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to choose Matsunaga Hide as a breakthrough point.

This time, Wu Sanwei plays a material merchant.

In refugee camps where food and clothing are scarce, material merchants are the most popular.

Matsuda Sakuraiko lowered her head and searched for ants on the ground with her eyes.

"Mr. W...Hello."

She was a little reserved. Fang Tian once said that the person acting with them was the leader of the Earth Defense Agency.

Although she deliberately hid her name, she still felt from Fang Tian's respectful attitude that this leader should be in an important position.

Moreover, this young man still had an inexplicable aura about him.

This smell made her very uncomfortable.

Wu Sanwei looked at her shy and coy look and shook his head silently. How did Fangtian's children survive in the refugee camp?

You know, in hell, what demons like most are bright, delicate and beautiful things.

"Leader, the response team has been arranged and we can set off." Fang Tian reminded from the side.

The road to the refugee area in Kyoto was dark and extremely bumpy.

Fortunately, the driver's driving skills were good and he reached the dividing line before midnight.

The so-called dividing line is a drainage channel more than ten meters wide and dozens of kilometers long.

This was originally an agricultural irrigation canal. After the moon fell, it gradually evolved into a sewage canal in Kyoto.

It was filled with sewage discharged from wealthy areas and exuded a disgusting stench.

Wu Sanwei waved the responding comrade back, took out a mask from his backpack and put it on.

Fang Tian also frowned and took out two masks.

"Matsuda Sakuraiko, would you like to wear it too?"

He handed one over.

Matsuda Sakuraiko smiled and shook her head, walked to the ditch full of sewage, hesitated, and dug out a handful of sludge.

Wu Sanwei was stunned.

Why would such a pretty girl be contaminated with such filthy things?

What is she going to do?

Matsuda Sakuraiko took a deep breath and used her white and pink hands to apply the mud bit by bit to her delicate cheeks.

The whole process is very slow. She is not applying it randomly, but in a certain way.

Apply to forehead first, spread the mud evenly and apply evenly.

Then for the face, apply a little on both sides.

And a long and smooth neck...

And I didn't even forget my clothes.

Of course, during the whole process, Matsuda Sakurai almost vomited several times.

When she finally used trembling fingers to smear the mud on her hair, it became unkempt and the whole "makeup" was over.

A delicate and beautiful girl turned into a filthy, smelly refugee.

Wu Sanwei now understands how she survived hell.

Fang Tian, ​​who was next to him, seemed to be used to it. He just pulled up his mask and lowered his voice: "Mr. W, let's go. The guards at the bridge will change at midnight."

Wu Sanwei picked up his backpack and followed Fang Tian's steps along the drainage channel in the darkness.

After walking for more than two miles, he saw a small bridge crossing the drainage channel in front of him, and there were about a dozen black figures looming on the other side.

The three of them no longer concealed their whereabouts, and Fangtian even deliberately stepped up his steps, making a "thump, thump" sound in the darkness.

This sound indeed attracted the attention of the other party.

As soon as they reached the bridge, they heard a shout.

"Who are you? Do you have a greeting card?"

This sentence is mixed with the unique dialect of Kyoto's refugee area.

Wu Sanwei glanced at Matsuda Yingzi.

"No greetings, but some bread."

Matsuda Sakuraiko was not nervous at all and raised a package of expired bread specially prepared.

"Then come over quickly, the shift is about to change."

Wu Sanwei was determined, and it was indeed the same as what Matsuda Yingzi had introduced before.

The most important task of the bridge guards is to prevent the refugees in the refugee camp from escaping, and to turn a blind eye to those coming in from the outside.

Yes, normal people, who would run to the refugee area?

Stepping on the small bridge, Wu Sanwei discovered that the bridge was made of several ropes and wooden rafts. When he stepped on it, it made a "squeaking...squeaking" sound and swayed from side to side.

Carefully avoiding several broken boards, the three of them arrived at the bridge.

A dozen refugee soldiers armed with firearms immediately surrounded him.

They are a little taller than ordinary refugees, and although their clothes have holes in them, they are still neat.

"Where's the bread?"

Without any questioning, the leader directly stretched out his hand.
To be continued...