Chapter 252: Mercy To The Enemy Is Cruelty To Yourself
“？？？？”
Cao Weida began to feel uneasy inside. No way, no way, there couldn’t really be that thing, right!
However, he vaguely felt that something was off.
Why didn’t those little devils open fire?
A patrolman added from the side: “No, not only did they hear screams, but they also saw a woman wearing red clothes with disheveled hair!”
Another refuted: “No, no! It was clearly wearing white clothes and flying in mid-air!”
Someone else said: “I heard it even ate a Taijun alive!”
“.” The more Cao Weida listened, the more suspicious he found it, and his expression gradually became strange.
How could the versions from several people differ so much?
Even if they encountered something eerie, it shouldn’t have so many versions, right?
Moreover, if they really saw something, it would be even more unreasonable that they didn’t open fire.
His thoughts raced, and he vaguely thought of a possibility.
Speaking of which, could it be that he secretly killed those underperforming little devils, making the little devils mistake it for an evil spirit at work, scaring themselves and then fleeing in fear?
As for those people, they probably didn’t hear any miserable laughter at all, and seeing a ghost is even more likely to be made up.
Rumors naturally become more bizarre the further they spread; that’s normal.
However, he wasn’t entirely sure in his heart if it was as he guessed, and he still felt a bit panicked.
But soon, he completely confirmed his guess.
“Mr. Cao, Officer Ono asks you to come over.”
“Okay.”
He quickly arrived at Ono Shiota’s office. Seeing him arrive, Ono Shiota hurriedly pulled him to sit on the sofa, his face showing some bewilderment.
“Cao Sang, I have something to ask you.”
“Ono-kun, go ahead. Has something happened?”
Ono Shiota rubbed his face and sighed deeply: “Indeed, something eerie has happened.”
“Cao Sang, tell me first, do you believe that there are ghosts and spirits in this world?”
Cao Weida hesitated: “Sort of believe it. After all, we in China have an old saying: gods are above our heads within three feet. For such things, better to believe they exist than not; it’s always good to have a sense of awe.”
No sooner had he spoken than Ono Shiota’s face fell, and the man became anxious.
Seeing him like this, Cao Weida asked in doubt: “Ono-kun, what’s wrong with you?”
Ono Shiota sighed and said: “To be honest with you, I didn’t believe in all that supernatural stuff before, but now I’m starting to believe it.”
Cao Weida put on a panicked look: “What’s wrong, Ono-kun? Has something happened? Don’t scare me!”
Ono Shiota’s face was complex. After hesitating for a moment, he still decided to say it:
“Cao Sang, there are some things you might not know. Two months ago, a mysterious person appeared in Beiping. He often attacks our Great Japanese Empire’s people in Beiping.”
Cao Weida listened quietly, appropriately showing a shocked expression to cooperate with him.
He knew these things all too well—the culprit was sitting right in front of him!
“That mysterious person quieted down for a while, but unexpectedly, the night before last, twenty men from one of our Great Japanese Empire’s patrol teams suddenly went missing—neither body nor corpse, without leaving even a trace.”
“Last night was even stranger. Four patrol squads, each inexplicably missing two soldiers while patrolling together, vanishing without a sound!”
At this point, Ono Shiota said breathlessly:
“No one knows how they disappeared; their teammates didn’t notice any movement at all!”
“This is really too eerie!”
“Even stranger, many soldiers who returned to camp started having fevers and talking nonsense in their dreams.”
“Some say it’s due to being eroded by yin energy from unclean things, causing the illness.”
“One thing after another, Cao Sang, don’t you think it’s too unusual?!”
Hearing this, Cao Weida gained some confirmation of his earlier judgment.
He hesitated: “Ono-kun, I just heard these rumors outside too. They said there was a shadow in white or red clothes floating in mid-air, emitting miserable screams?”
“That’s nonsense,” Ono Shiota shook his head firmly: “Nothing like that happened. The soldiers didn’t see or hear anything. I’ve heard the rumors outside too, but it’s just distortion upon distortion.”
Hearing this, Cao Weida was completely certain of his guess. If there was a ghost, it was one he created!
At the same time, he found it somewhat amusing.
He had just been trembling with fear, but it turned out he was scaring himself.
As for those little devils who fell ill, it was obvious they were scared sick, not eroded by any damn yin energy.
Heaven and earth could attest: he killed those devils first to meet his KPI, second to scare the little devils, letting them know that no matter how prepared they were, this old man could still kill them!
What he wanted was for the little devils to patrol in constant fear of being killed at any moment.
But now it seemed the fear had taken hold, though not quite the kind he intended.
But you had to admit, the result was still very good.
Just looking at Ono Shiota in front of him, whose spirit seemed dazed, he knew the effect was surprisingly good, even better than what he had wanted.
This was pretty good too—making these little devils have a sense of awe toward heaven, earth, and all things could make them commit fewer evils, and the lives of Beiping’s people would be better.
While he was secretly laughing inside, Ono Shiota suddenly perked up and said very seriously: “Cao Sang, hurry and complete the task I gave you. After that, quickly bring back the grain. I plan to secretly distribute porridge to Beiping’s poor people!”
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For some reason, Cao Weida suddenly wanted to laugh.
Damn it, Ono Shiota this guy was really scared bad; he even came up with the idea of distributing porridge to accumulate merit!
Laughing wildly inside, he said on his lips with concern for him: “Ono-kun, this batch of grain isn’t yours alone, right? If we touch it, it won’t be easy to explain!”
Ono Shiota said: “Then sell the rice, and I’ll spend all my share of the money to buy cornmeal from outside and deliver some to those in difficulty!”
“That works too; doing good deeds to accumulate virtue is never a bad thing.” Cao Weida said with full agreement.
Ono Shiota looked like he had met a confidant and said moved: “My parents gave birth to me, but Cao Sang understands me!”
“I’ve thought about what you just said, and it makes a lot of sense: better to believe it exists than not!”
“Doing more good deeds to accumulate virtue costs nothing and is always beneficial!”
“So Cao Sang, I’m entrusting this matter to you. Once you get the money, I’ll give it to you, and you can buy all cornmeal with it and donate under someone else’s name!”
Cao Weida patted his chest and guaranteed: “Ono-kun, rest assured, I’ll handle the matter properly!”
It seemed that feeling he was about to do good deeds and accumulate virtue had improved Ono Shiota’s spirits a lot; the fear on his face was much better.
Cao Weida sneered inside: Did he really think doing a little good could offset his past wrongs?
Like a villain who did ninety-nine bad things, then out of fear did one good thing and thought it canceled out the previous ninety-nine evils, believing himself to be a good person?
Ugly on the outside, but dreaming pretty!
Purely wishful thinking!
After leaving Ono Shiota’s office and returning to his own, he saw Duomen and Little Ear already inside.
Little Ear’s eyes were a bit black-rimmed, clearly having stayed up late again last night.
Before he could speak, Duomen spoke first: “Cao’er, there’s a very famous temple on Taoran Pavilion Road in Xuanwu District of our Beiping, called Longquan Temple. It’s said to be very efficacious.”
“After this incident, the patrolmen are all panicked and want to go to the temple to pray.”
“My brothers and I are planning to go there to get some peace charms. Do you want to come along?”
“.” Cao Weida was somewhat amused.
It seemed Master Duo had also developed some awe toward those things, though it was a bit like desperation leading to grasping at straws or last-minute Buddha hugging.
He originally wanted to refuse, but on second thought, he agreed: “I won’t go, but I have important business to attend to today. When you get the peace charms, please get two extra for me.”
Then he asked Little Ear: “How’s it going over there?”
Little Ear naturally knew what Cao Weida meant and chuckled: “Rest assured with my work. I’ve arranged to deceive that beast little devil into a high-end gambling house.”
“I think it won’t take many days for that beast to meet his doom.”
“Moreover, these days the beast is increasingly displeased with his wife, beating and scolding her at every turn. Tsk tsk.”
At this point, he felt a bit sympathetic: “It’s just pitiful for his wife—thousands of miles from her home here, no family to back her up when beaten. Once the beast is killed, she’ll truly have no one to rely on. Really pitiful.”
“You’re getting sympathetic now,” Cao Weida rolled his eyes and said grumpily:
“Do you think his wife is innocent? Let me tell you, few Japanese women are any good. Japanese women’s support for the war is no less than men’s!”
“Many even voluntarily sign up as comfort women just so their country’s soldiers can fight more fiercely, trying to trample our China completely underfoot!”
At this point, he paused: “Moreover, do you know how many Japanese women engaged in espionage activities, becoming concubines to China’s officers, extracting intelligence from their mouths, subverting how many China officers, causing the deaths of how many Chinese soldiers? Creating how much sin?”
“So, put away that ridiculous pity. Save that sympathy for our Chinese compatriots instead!”
Do you know what it means that sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself!
