In just the shortest time, "Geso" Moroso has completely adapted to Swick Street.

The neighbor's wife, Jeanne, was especially very kind to this neighbor.

This is a neighbor who is polite, considerate, and willing to help others enthusiastically.

However, Moroso also firmly remembers his experience at the Port of Manila.

Don't be too pushy.

Don't know too many people.

Otherwise, it will only increase the risk of exposure.

There are grocery stores everywhere, regardless of whether the country is poor or developed.

So it's not surprising that there's a grocery store on Swick Street.

And as long as you have money, opening a grocery store is a simple matter.

Moroso is an experienced agent. Asking an agent to open a grocery store is just a matter of success.

Therefore, in just two days, the first grocery store on Swick Street after the Japanese occupation began to take shape.

Although the items in the store are not rich, it actually solves the problem of people in Swick Street traveling too far to buy daily necessities.

Illya is in charge of the entire store, while Moroso hides behind the scenes and controls everything.

Illya feels that she is the happiest woman in the world.

There is a man who loves himself and his children and is so capable. What more extravagant request can he ask for in this life?

There was just one problem that Moroso had to pay attention to.

Every once in a while, the grocery store has to go out to restock, especially now that there are so few varieties in the store.

Of course, Moroso is responsible for the task of purchasing goods.

Moroso knew very well that his captors would not give up easily and would find this place sooner or later.

This six months or even a year will be the most difficult for me.

But as long as you survive this period of time, your past self will completely "disappear" from this world.

There is no Moroso, only "Geso".

That "Gesso" who had lived in Swick Street since his birth.

But during this period, danger will inevitably occur every time I go out.

How can I change my appearance so that the agents who arrest me cannot recognize me even if they pass by me?

I have transformed myself once before.

Now, I have to wait for my hair to grow back before I can do anything.

Just now?

Looking at himself in the mirror, Moroso was silent for a long time.

Then, he sighed and picked up a hammer next to him.

He picked up a hammer and smashed it against the mirror. As the mirror shattered, he picked up a shard of glass and scratched his right cheek.

A wound appeared instantly, and blood spurted out.

"What happened?"

Illya, who heard the sound outside, rushed in quickly.

Moroso covered his face and screamed miserably, blood gushing out from his fingers: "I wanted to drive a nail, but I accidentally scratched my foot and hit the mirror. Oops, it hurts me so much."

Illya was frightened: "I will take you to a doctor."

"It's useless, it's useless, there is no doctor on Swick Street, we have to go to Nadel Street, and the doctor is off duty now." Moroso gasped and said: "Fortunately, I bought some medicines when I purchased them yesterday.

Please help me find it quickly, it's in the bedroom."

Illya quickly turned around and left.

In fact, if she could think about it carefully, she would find that there were too many flaws in it.

How can an injured person think logically and speak coherently so clearly?

When you purchased the goods, did you even buy the wound medicine?

But, where did Illya think of this?

She is just a little woman who longs for a complete family.

Moroso was a little helpless.

He looks pretty good, but I don't know if this wound will leave an irreversible scar in the future.

It doesn't matter if you have scars, they will be your natural disguise.

Medicine for the knife wound was quickly brought.

Moroso helped himself to stop the bleeding with familiarity, and then wrapped it with gauze.

In this way, half of the face is covered.

Although it looks a bit scary, Moroso feels very satisfied. Is there any more realistic disguise than this?

…

When he woke up in the morning, Moroso's wound hurt, but he could bear it.

I looked in another mirror and found that blood had seeped out over the next night.

Moroso doesn't care, it makes it more realistic.

It was only when I was eating breakfast that the disadvantages became immediately apparent.

As he opened and closed his mouth, the wound hurt so much that Moroso grimaced.

Tolerate!

In order to make yourself "disappear", all pain is bearable.

"I have to go buy some goods later."

As soon as Moroso finished speaking, Illya was frightened: "Dear, are you crazy? Are you injured?"

"My injury doesn't matter." Moroso said calmly: "Besides, I have agreed with others that the most important thing in doing business is integrity."

Illya nodded in understanding.

Now, this family is all decided by my own man.

…

"Oh my God, Geso, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as they went out, Mrs. Jeanne, who happened to be going out as well, saw Moroso's appearance and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Ah, I'm such a fool." Moroso sighed and said: "I just wanted to do some housework yesterday, but I fell and fell on the mirror."

"Poor child." Mrs. Jeanne said distressedly: "You are so injured, do you still want to go out?"

"Yes, Madame Jeanne." Moroso said politely: "I'm going to Nadel Street. How about you, madam?"

"I'm going there to buy things too." Mrs. Jeanne said immediately, "Let's go together. At least I can take care of you on the way."

"That is really troublesome for you, Madame Jeanne."

And this is exactly what Moreau wants, and this is also one of his most perfect disguises!

…

According to the areas divided on the map, Jonathan searched every suspicious area bit by bit.

He remembered an Eastern saying that goes, hard work pays off.

As long as you don't give up, you can always find a way.

He always had a strong feeling that Moroso must be somewhere near here.

During this time, Jonathan found that he was also being changed.

He is eating the food eaten by the locals, working hard to improve his local Manila language, and is living like the type of person he hates the most.

Every time he saw an American soldier strutting through the city with a local woman in his arms, he was equally envious.

But this kind of envy only passes in a flash.

As long as you can get through this most difficult stage, everything that belongs to you will come sooner or later.

For breakfast, Jonathan ate a bowl of pasta that almost drove him crazy.

That’s right, Filipino pasta.

Some people say this Filipino pasta was brought by the Americans, while others say it was brought by the Spaniards.

The Japanese say that according to their records, Filipino pasta should be modified from Japanese pasta.
To be continued...