The next day, just like the day before, Pei Zi Yun arrived at the park and was greeted by a shout. Pei Zi Yun took a look and saw two policemen and a cashier.
"Is this a case investigation?" Pei Zi Yun turned around and saw the head of the Patrol Division. The cashier lowered his head and said, "Student Yamada, don't be nervous. This is the Ishiban Police Department. We are just asking."
"Student Yamada, are you training in the park?"
Keigo Ishiban looked like he was in his forties. Perhaps it was due to the pressure, his hair was slightly white and his body was plump. He looked very amiable.
"A police officer from the quasi-professional division." Pei Zi Yun pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time. The reason why Japan wanted to get into a famous university was simple. It was because of the Imperial Examinations system.
The ranks of the Japanese Police consisted of Patrol Division, Patrol Division Division, Police Division, Police Division, Police Division, Police Division, Police Division, Police Division and so on.
However, if one was from a famous school, even if he became a High Scholar, he would still be a Police Division Division Division. If one was from a normal university, he would be an Elementary Scholar. Even if he started as a Patrol Division Division Division Division, he would still be a Police Division Division Division Division.
It could be said that in Japan, if one could not get into a famous school, regardless of whether it was the government or a company, there would be very little room for advancement. Even if he had some talent, he would only be able to be a middle or lower level officer for the rest of his life.
It could be said that in Japan, if one could not get into a famous school, regardless of whether it was the government or the company, there would be very little room for advancement. Even if he had some talent, he would only be able to be a middle or lower level officer for the rest of his life.
Pei Zi Yun cursed silently. Keigo Ishiban did not find it strange. It was natural for a child to be nervous. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Can you tell me what this man talked about with you?"
What was interesting about Japan was that the Japanese rarely moved. Most of them lived in the same place and worked in the same company. They were surrounded by people they were familiar with. Hence, the Japanese did not have a unified identity card. Every morning, the police would greet them at the entrance of the police station. It was only because Tokyo had a large migrant population that it was a little special. This attitude was rather normal.
Pei Zi Yun then lowered his head and explained the situation to him. Keigo Ishizaka nodded his head and recorded it down. He then stood up and bowed, "I've troubled you, student Yamada."
Seeing Pei Zi Yun leave, one of the young patrolmen looked at him suspiciously. He then asked, "Team leader, this case isn't a murder, it's a suicide. It's very clear. Do we really need to do this?"
"It is indeed suicide. If you want to commit suicide by poison, you just have to go through the procedure."
"But it's a disembowelment. It's very professional and frightening. Who knows, there might be trouble in the future. There's no harm in doing things properly." Keigo Ishizaka replied, "You don't understand how to perform abdominal mutilation. This kind of pain isn't something an ordinary person can endure. He wasn't wrong."
"Maybe he's a martialist …"
"You're a police officer, and you've seen the photos. That was a standard circumcision. He only died 20 minutes after the circumcision, but the man didn't make a sound. Even the waiters nearby didn't notice. This is too scary."
"Let's not talk about the fact that most of the martialists nowadays are just acting. Even traditional martialists would find it hard to endure this kind of pain. Do you know why there's a mistake in performing abdominal mutilation? It's this kind of pain that even the fiercest warriors in ancient times couldn't endure."
"This matter might not be over yet. We have to finish it before we bear any unnecessary responsibilities."
"Yes, I understand." The young policeman said as he lowered his head to express his gratitude for his senior's teachings.
Pei Zi Yun returned home after an hour of training. To a true scientific practitioner, training for more than an hour was akin to slow suicide. Most people did it for the sake of their grades, but to a martial arts grandmaster like Pei Zi Yun, there was no need to sacrifice his life.
An hour was enough for the body to maintain a proper metabolism and continue to grow.
Pei Zi Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of a square table, turned on his computer and saw an email. Taking a closer look, it was an email from the editor of Baishi Institute Publishing House.
Pei Zi Yun's eyes lit up. He clicked on it and looked at the screen.
The editor replied, "I'm honored to inform you that it's not just me, my colleagues and the chief editor all agree that your short story," The Samurai Under the Cherry Blossoms ", has considerable literary talent. It has been accepted by our publishing house and will be published in the next few days …"
After reading the reply, Pei Zi Yun stood up and walked around a few times.
The internal integrity of Japanese society was not bad. Baishi Institute Publishing House was also a reputable publishing house. They would not purposely lower the remuneration. However, he was a new writer, and the remuneration he received was not very high.
"Is one short story not enough for your expenses?"
"I do have a manuscript, but Japan doesn't like job-hopping. Not to mention submitting more than one manuscript, even if one person submitted more than one manuscript, it would be easy to be seen as having integrity problems."
Everyone in Japan liked stability and loyalty. Stability and loyalty were important factors in employment. Temporary workers did not matter, but it was a big taboo for regular members to change jobs frequently. More than twice in one's lifetime would affect their employment prospects. As for job-hopping when the company was in trouble but not bankrupt, they were often regarded as the most untrustworthy job seekers. It would leave a stain on their resume that would be difficult to erase.
Authors were better off, as they could work with more than one publishing house (newspaper or magazine). However, submitting to more than one publishing house at the same time was also not popular.
"Plagiarists can't submit to more than one publishing house. Even if it's for money, they can only use a pseudonym. Furthermore, they can't do it frequently. After all, the circle is very small.
"Moreover, if I submit under a pseudonym, even if it's an excellent work and is accepted, I will still be paid a newcomer's remuneration. That's a pity.
"Forget it. This time, if I publish it in a newspaper or magazine, I will send 'The Change of Fujimoto' to them. If it is accepted again, I will publish Ibuki Mitsuki's best novel, 'Who is the Second Man'. This novel won the seventh Hirakawa Prize, and the first edition sold 20,000 copies. In the following year, it was reprinted five times and sold 90,000 copies.
"If I can get 6,000 yen per manuscript, the remuneration for 180,000 words will be 280,000 yen. If it can be published, even with the 8% tax rate for newcomers, it will be 4 million yen.
"That's enough. I don't rely on my works to make a living. Besides, this is my debut novel. If there are more, I will let go of the godly work of Watanabe.
"Watanabe's works are killing machines. As long as the social environment in Japan does not change much, they will definitely not fade. They will still be classics.
"If I publish Watanabe's eleven classic novels, I can eat for the rest of my life.
"However, I am thinking too far ahead. If I publish 'Who is the Second Man', the editor will definitely pay a visit. Will he be surprised to see me?"
In Japan, publishing houses used the author's copyright. Even if the book could not be sold, the royalties would still be paid to the author. Of course, it was the publishing house's loss. However, there was no other way. Hence, publishing houses were very cautious about publishing. They would definitely send someone to visit the author and discuss the matter repeatedly.
Thinking of the editor's surprised expression, Pei Zi Yun could not help but smile.
"However, the most important thing for me now is to solve the problem of traveling alone. I am still too young!"
"Let's not talk about other things. But the primary school graduation tour requires the whole class to move together. There is no reason for primary school students to travel alone."
"I have to think of a way."
"I have an idea. I can first contact Mako Takamori and use her name to help me obtain convenience."
The tram was packed with people, and the smell of sweat and perfume was everywhere. Although the passengers were habitually silent throughout the journey, they were just enduring it out of habit.
Mako Takamori grabbed the handrail with a tired face and sweat dripped down her temples. She looked out of the window and said, "Grandma Aoki from next door called. Kiko has a fever. How is she?"
She was only twenty-eight years old this year, but her face was haggard. She looked like she was in her thirties. At this moment, she really wanted to cry.
At this moment, her phone rang again. Could it be Grandma Aoki? Or was it a debt collector? She hesitated for a while before she took out her phone from her bag. Fortunately, the phone was persistent and did not hang up for a full twenty seconds.
"Eh … it's not …" An unfamiliar number appeared on the phone screen.
Mako Takamori was frightened. She was stunned for a while before she picked up the phone.
"Hello, may I know who you are …"
"Ah, it's Takamori!" The voice was quite young, but his tone was also quite calm. "I am Yamada Shinji."
"Yamada-kun, you are?" Mako Takamori was very confused. She did not know this person. Judging from his voice, he might be a high school student. This shouldn't be a debt collector!
"I am contacting you on Ishidukun's order."
"Ishidukun … Is he Makoto?" Hearing this unexpected name, Mako Takamori felt as if she was struck by lightning. She could hardly breathe.
"Yes, Ishidukun Makoto." The voice on the other side of the phone continued to speak calmly. As if he heard something, he said, "Is it inconvenient for you now?"
"Then you can call me later. I'm free at any time."
"Hello, hello!" It was indeed impolite to make a phone call in the tram. After the partition, Mako Takamori's body swayed on the last few stops. Her eyes lost focus and she almost missed the train. She hurriedly got off the tram and arrived at a place. She turned around and turned into an apartment before she quickly ran up.
"Kiko, what's wrong?" Seeing that the door was half open, her voice carried a little sob. She had nothing but Kiko now.
The door opened, and a woman in her sixties appeared.
"Aokiki-san, is it you who took care of Kiko? Thank you so much." Mako Takamori quickly bowed to express her gratitude. She quickly entered the apartment and saw an eight-year-old girl sleeping. She seemed to be in good condition. After touching her, she felt slightly relieved.
"Mako, although you are very busy with work, taking care of Kiko is also very important … Sigh!" The old woman wanted to continue speaking, but she looked at her and sighed. "Find a man who can take care of you and Kiko!"
Mako Takamori held back her tears and bid farewell to the old woman. Then, she closed the door and looked at her daughter. She slowly began to sob. She did not dare to be loud and could only sob in a low voice filled with helplessness.
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