33 Chapter 33

◎One code for one code◎

Himuro Hayato raised his hand and waved in front of him, but the fog did not dissipate, but became thicker.

He thought about it and took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

The dazzling light pierced through the white mist and fell directly on Shibusawa Ryuhiko's face.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko was dazzled and couldn't see clearly. He immediately raised his hand to block the light and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

Himuro Hayato said, "Exorcism."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko:?

"What a ghost?" He finished speaking, then realized belatedly that the other party was talking about him.

Does this person think he is a ghost?

Shibusawa Ryuhiko smiled.

He half-covered his face, a barely perceptible smile showing through his fingers: "Why do you think I'm a ghost?"

"Because you're not human."

“……?”

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's smile froze.

If it weren't for Hayato Himuro's calm tone, he would even suspect that the other party was scolding him.

"Turn this thing off." He pointed at Hayato Himuro's cell phone.

Himuro Hayato observed for a moment and turned off the flashlight as he wished.

"This fog is my special ability." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko finally let go of his hand. "Only people with special abilities can enter this fog. Ordinary people will be isolated from it."

Anyone with special abilities who enters the fog will have their special abilities separated and will be attacked by them until they die.

The guy in front of me has not been separated from his special abilities.

What about his special abilities?

Himuro Hayato understood.

"I don't have any special abilities."

No special abilities?

This is impossible.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko frowned slightly.

Himuro Hayato said, "Maybe there's something wrong with your special ability. Ordinary people can also come in."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko: “…”

Why didn't this guy just say that his special ability had expired?

Neither scenario is likely to happen.

The problem lies with the guy in front of me.

"My name is Shibusawa Ryuhiko." He extended his hand toward Himuro Hayato. "What's your name?"

"Hayato Himuro."

Hayato Himuro.

very good.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko said, "Himuro-kun, have you ever considered that you actually have special abilities, but you just don't know it, or haven't activated them yet?"

Himuro Hayato replied: "That's impossible."

"I can help you activate your supernatural powers."

"unnecessary."

"Don't you want super powers?"

"No."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko: “…”

When they met for the first time, the man in front of him left a very deep impression on him. Shibusawa Ryuhiko looked into those eyes for a moment and remembered his appearance.

Ryuhiko Shibusawa's figure gradually disappeared in the fog.

He glanced at Himuro Hayato with regret.

"We'll see each other again."

The thick fog that almost blocked the view began to dissipate, silently spreading in the air, revealing the surrounding streets to their original appearance, and the air was filled with a hint of blood.

Himuro Hayato looked keenly towards the source of the smell.

A man was pierced through the brain by an ice pick and died at the entrance of the alley. Suddenly, sirens sounded, and ordinary people around him saw this scene in a daze and screamed.

“Beep.”

Himuro Hayato's cell phone rang.

It was his boss, Nakahara Chuuya.

"Himuro, I just received news that the guy who can make people with special abilities commit suicide has appeared in Yokohama again," the boss said. "You don't have special abilities, so you won't be affected by him. The boss intends to give you the task of conducting the preliminary investigation of this matter."

Nakahara Chuuya had met Shibusawa Ryuhiko six years ago, but he had activated the filth at that time and had completely forgotten what happened afterwards.

Zhongyuan Zhongye could only remind: "Be careful, I will find some helpers for you."

Himuro Hayato said, "I've already met him."

Zhongyuan Zhongye was suddenly blocked by this sentence.

Met?

He listened in a daze as Himuro Hayato said, "He said he would come to see me again."

Himuro Hayato estimated, "I can complete the mission alone."

Nakahara Chuuya was silent for two seconds.

Hayato Himuro always appears with people he least expects.

Seeing that Himuro Hayato had made up his mind, Nakahara Chuuya stopped talking. He listened to Himuro Hayato's voice and asked in confusion, "Why are there sirens on your end?"

Himuro Hayato covered the receiver and glanced at the police car not far away. He retreated into the crowd and replied to his superior: "That person killed a mutant in front of me. Someone called the police."

Zhongyuan Zhongye:?

Sometimes things were so bizarre that even Nakahara Chuuya was speechless.

He really felt that Shibusawa Ryuhiko was demonstrating.

【On Being Different】

【The latest episode of be like:

Shibusawa: This world is so boring. I can easily see through everyone. Everyone is like a fixed gear, unchanging, blah blah blah...

Himuro: You are a ghost, not a human.

Shibusawa: Wow, you're really different. 】

1L [Although, why is the description by the OP so crude?]

2L [You Successfully Caught My Attention - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko Version]

3L［Super Face Changing］

4L [Hahahahahahaha, I didn’t laugh during the show, but I did after reading the OP’s description]

5L［When did Shibusawa Tatsuhiko become so popular］

6L [Robot versus mutant, two non-humans also start chatting]

7L [Seriously, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's focus on Himuro Hayato is probably because Himuro Hayato can enter the fog without any special abilities, right? If it were anyone else, they would have been killed immediately.]

8L [That's true, but I feel bad for the guy next to me who got stabbed to death by my own ability. It's okay to just watch the fun and get killed instead.]

9L [This incident tells us not to just join in the fun in Yokohama (bushi)]

[……]

Fyodor stared at the piece of apple in front of him.

This was brought back by Yun Xiji. Yun Xiji washed the apple, cut it into pieces, arranged it on a plate, and placed it in front of him.

"This is a gift from your good friend Shibusawa Ryuhiko." Yun Xiji pushed the plate. "Would you like to try it?"

Fyodor declined: "No."

"I cut it myself and even arranged it on the plate." Yun Xiji emphasized, "Why don't you eat it? Don't you trust me?"

“…”

Fyodor looked at him silently.

Everything is implied.

Yun Xiji confronted him for half a minute, then stood up and took the plate away.

He complained, "You really don't trust me."

Fyodor slowly withdrew his gaze, tapped twice unconsciously on the keyboard, and stared blankly at the completed task.

So, this guy is really an elementary school student.

I used a poisoned apple to test him, and the topic turned out to be the childish word "trust".

He hadn't seriously discussed this topic for eight hundred years.

There is no need at all.

Fyodor upgraded and reinforced the rules he had summarized.

The best way to deal with primary school students is...

Just ignore it.

The ignored elementary school student Yun Xiji turned around and looked for Gogol.

"Do you want to do the mission together?" Yun Xiji asked.

Gogol's eyes fell on the backpack behind him.

It was a large backpack. Gogol pointed at it and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Yun Xiji: "It's my bed."

"Wow." The clown cooperated and opened his eyes slightly wide, looking surprised. "It's actually a bed you can carry with you!"

“Sleeping anytime, anywhere is so free!”

The sky cleared up slightly after a break in the clouds.

He looked at his bag, then at Gogol.

"You think this is freedom?" Yun Xiji said, "If you don't have a bed and can sleep anywhere, that's what freedom is."

It's just a bit embarrassing.

Yun Xiji would never do that outside.

Unless you are extremely sleepy.

Gogol's eyes widened slightly at the rebuttal.

"Ask a question!" he asked caringly, "Do you need me to help you get rid of the bed?"

"I don't mind pursuing freedom with you."

"I do mind," Yun Xiji said. "You keep saying you want freedom, but where are your actual actions? Absolutely none."

"Don't you feel like Fyodor is restricting you? Are Fyodor's orders, tasks, and arrangements what you want to do?"

Yun Xiji activates the skill [Sowing Dissension].

"I think you should kill your Fyodor."

“This is freedom.”

Gogol was thinking carefully about his words.

The clown straightened up, one of his eyes was covered by a card, and the exposed pupil flickered, as if he had figured something out, and he laughed out loud in an instant.

"you're right!"

The corners of Gogol's lips were curved, always maintaining that arc, with a creepy smile.

"I should go kill Feiya!"

Yun Xiji nodded: "He has the ability to understand."

He took out his own mission: "Let's put the plan of killing Fyodor on hold for now. Let's complete today's mission first."

Gogol tilted his head. "Didn't you just say 'orders, tasks, and arrangements are all constraints'?"

Yun Xiji: "Let's put it this way."

Gogol was amazed by this self-righteousness.

————

Yun Xiji cannot carry the bed on his back when doing tasks.

Although it is portable, the weight is not reduced.

He could only put the bed in a safe place.

"Questioning - what does this mean?" Gogol looked at Yun Xiji who was holding him, raised his head and met his eyes.

Their mission is to deal with a company that has recently been tracking down the Rat of the Dead House. That company has developed something called "Sky Eye" that can detect everyone's face and identity, and is now cooperating with the authorities.

The two took action in darkness and, with the help of Gogol's special abilities, teleported into the "Sky Eye" company.

The company was dark and empty at night.

Yun Xiji asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Gogol became interested: "What is a lie?"

Yun Xiji: "I hate you."

Gogol raised a question mark. He suddenly realized that something was wrong. "What about the truth?"

Yun Xiji: "I really hate you."

“…”

“…………”

"Hahahahahahaha——" Gogol burst into laughter, as if he heard something interesting. His eyebrows curved and his laughter gradually became weird, which was particularly obvious in the silent company.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Gogol asked.

"No."

Yun Xiji just doesn't like being alone.

If he has no conditions to be alone, he can endure it.

But there are conditions for having companions.

Why should he endure the hardship?

The cycle repeats too many times. When there are no living people around, the memory of countless cycles will overlap with the building in front of you at this moment.

He will be lost in time.

In one of the cycles, Yun Xiji remembered the timeline incorrectly.

——The plan that was developed through repeated trial and error completely failed because of mistakes.

Yun Xiji simply used the people around him as marks to remind himself what time he was in.

"Really?" Gogol came forward curiously.

"Really." Yun Xiji emphasized.

Gogol is the kind of person who becomes less trusting the more he emphasizes something.

"Now, next question!" He asked curiously, as if he had discovered a new toy, a new treasure trove. "Will this delay our mission?"

"Yes," Yun Xiji said, "If I get caught, I will definitely turn you over."

Gogol is still laughing.

But he really didn't have the idea of ​​teleporting away.

The two went all the way to the database of the "Sky Eye" system.

As long as the data inside is destroyed, the system can be destroyed.

The database is well-equipped with defense facilities and is under strict control and surveillance, but unfortunately, the person who comes this time is Gogol, who has the ability to teleport.

Gogol teleported into the database with Yun Xiji.

Yun Xiji skillfully destroyed the surveillance, took out explosives and installed them around the instrument.

The surveillance was destroyed, the alarm suddenly sounded, and the red light flashed, circling over the two people's heads.

Dozens of doors were opened one after another, and a team of people quickly rushed into the database.

But it was not the enemy that greeted them.

But it was a bomb with only three seconds left on the countdown.

——!!

boom--

The building next to me exploded in an instant!

Thick smoke billowed and melted into the night.

Gogol and Yun Xiji kept teleporting. As a space-type mutant, his cloak could allow him to teleport within a range of thirty meters.

After teleporting a hundred meters, Gogol suddenly stopped using his special abilities.

As the night deepened, the sword, shining with light, was dozens of meters long and was placed directly across Gogol's neck.

"Don't move." The man who spoke held down the brim of his hat with one hand. The corners of his eyes tilted slightly upwards, his expression cold. Three plum blossom petals were visible beneath his eyelids. His black hair was blown by the wind, and the hand holding the longsword was motionless. "Internationally wanted criminals, 'Joker' and 'Fortune Teller', you are under arrest."

"Don't scare our prisoners, Irongut."

A man in a red military uniform walked out from behind him, squinting his eyes and smiling, and said to the two, "Do you want to be buried under the prison after you die, or do you want to follow us obediently now?"

Gogol blinks.

The landing site he chose should be safe, so how could the hound appear here?

What a coincidence.

It's such a coincidence that it's a little strange.

Yun Xiji behind him took the initiative and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Gogol said innocently: "Hounds shouldn't be here."

Tiaoye Caiju watched the two people fighting with a smile.

"Have you discussed it?" Tiaoye Caiju asked, "How are you going to follow us?"

Gogol moved slightly, and the long sword at his neck immediately moved closer, pressing tightly against his skin.

"I've been caught—" the clown sighed, his tone drawn out. As the last word was about to fall, his voice suddenly changed, "Do you believe it?"

Tiaoye Caiju frowned.

"Ask a question!" He raised a finger. "What is my special ability?"

The words were dissipated in the wind, and the two people who were just there suddenly disappeared.

In the warm night, the white figure is particularly conspicuous.

"It's a spatial ability user." Tiaoye Caiju tilted her head, listening to the strange sound of the wind caused by the teleportation. "Ten meters."

The distance Gogol teleported this time was ten meters.

"How clever."

Suehiro Tiechang's long sword turned and automatically chased after him!

Gogol raised his cloak and teleported to another location, the smile on his lips growing. "Now what?"

"Fifteen meters."

"Twenty meters."

"Twenty-five..."

"Are you guys playing a game of cat and mouse? Can you guys just finish this and disband quickly?" A female voice interrupted, a thick crimson voice breaking through. She brandished her sword, "Stop your evil ways, Tiaoye."

The sword flashed quickly, cutting through the air and slashing straight towards Gogol.

She attacked Gogol by surprise when he was off guard.

As she expected, the other party did not react and stood there motionless.

But something strange happened, the sword blade actually brushed past Gogol's cheek!

Just right, didn't hurt Gogol at all.

Okura Yezi's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Gogol in disbelief.

How is that possible!

She was clearly aiming for Gogol's head!

Yun Xiji held onto the wall, tugged at his cloak, and interrupted Gogol's game: "Stop playing."

Gogol glanced at him.

Yun Xiji said, "If you don't leave now, you will be punished by the captain of the hounds."

"All right--"

Gogol expressed regret.

“It’s a very interesting game.”

He raised his cloak again.

"I hope everyone will still be alive when we meet next time~"

"Thirty meters." Tiaoye Caiju squatted down and put her ear to the ground. "The second one... thirty meters."

"He can use his supernatural powers continuously."

Gogol used the building to block the view, and Suehiro Tetsuji chased for a while, then returned with a sword in his arms, expressionless.

He shook his head: "ran away."

Fudi Yingchi rushed over and looked at his team members with a surprised look on his face: "Did they get away?"

Okura Yezi thought about the sword strike again and again, and suddenly realized: "It was that 'fortune teller'."

The girl looked angry. "He modified reality. My attacks can't reach them."

"There's something here." Suehiro Tetsuji looked at the wall for a long time, and suddenly pulled out a folded piece of paper from the crack in the wall.

Okura Yezi stepped forward, took the paper and looked at it.

As she read line by line, her expression became increasingly grim.

"It's a resume." Okura Yezi raised her head. "It's the resume of that 'fortune teller'."

Okura Yezi quickly guessed Yun Xiji's intention: "He is humiliating the hound!"

The content of the resume is very comprehensive, and there is even Yun Xiji's contact information below.

Fudi Yingchi took a look and remained silent.

The sky cleared up after a break in the clouds...

Is this how you joined the Hounds?

————

Ye Yuexin opened the forum after a long time.

After being hit hard by the forum last time, he has been controlling himself from checking the forum.

After making this big move, he calmly opened the forum.

[Buhao, it's a knife! ! ]

【The last second I saw Yunxi Ji teasing Gogol: Hehe

The next second I saw the knife: No hehe]

1L [It's a knife, everyone, eat quickly]

2L [I'll treat you to dinner upstairs]

3L [Who gave you permission to send knives?! Who gave you permission?!]

4L [Oh my god, how many times did Xiaoyun repeat this?]

5L [Looks like a lot, ten times for a small knife, a hundred times for a big knife]

6L [Wuwu official give me back my happy Xiaoyun]

7L [Friends! I think I figured out why Yun Xiji hates other people! !

I didn’t quite understand it before, but now I have some idea.

——What he hates is not other people, but himself!

People who have high demands on themselves and have experienced countless failures are prone to doubt and self-disgust.

Xiaoyun is a guy who never wastes time on himself, so he relieves his self-loathing by hating people who are similar to him.]

8L [Really...? Why do I feel like he just thinks it's fun to tease others?]

9L [How to have fun with a knife]

10L [Cloud Gap, Innate Joy, Human Sacred Body]

11L [Shh, Yun Xiji loses track of timelines when he's alone. Damn, that matches his reaction when he was locked up in the room looking for Sigma.]

12L [Is it so thin?]

13L [No wonder, I was wondering why the phrase "I forgot" suddenly popped up]

14L [I thought he was just trying to tease Sigma...]

15L [Your opinion above is not without reason]

16L [Yun Xiji's comedic role has become popular]

17L [Isn't this a Knife Discussion Forum? Why is the atmosphere so cheerful?]

18L [I can’t feel sad at all facing Yun Xiji]

19L [I can type one manually: sad]

20L [Because Yun Xiji is so funny, right? In the latest episode, the way for a good person to join the Hounds is to submit a resume!]

21L [I'm so disappointed. Yunxiji, what are you thinking? I really want to rip his head open and see.]

22L [After opening it, I found that it was full of people causing trouble and catching the rat of the dead house]

23L [The obsession is too deep]

24L [I think I know a little bit! Since Hound is an official organization, should we use a more official application method?]

25L [Hahahahahaha I feel like the truth is revealed above]

26L [Clicked, Yun Xiji is someone who can do this kind of thing]

[……]

The self-healing ability of this audience was beyond Ye Yueshen's imagination.

He turned on the pain value, and the value plummeted to [-18%].

Ye Yue Shen poked it, and the value dropped another [1%], becoming [-19%].

Hazuki Shin: [……]

Why did he poke just now?

Ye Yue asked the system: [Has the value increased?]

The overall numbers are negative, and Ye Yueshen can't tell whether the values ​​have increased or not.

Primary System: [Keyword detected - value.]

[Current value -19%, please continue to work hard.]

Ye Yue Shen wants to report that the pain value increase of the system is not transparent.

I'd also like to complain that the system is too artificially stupid.

He shut himself up for two seconds.

The system suddenly gained some intelligence: [Please keep up the good work. Negative counterattacks have been recorded in our database. You can succeed.]

Ye Yue Shen reluctantly forgave the system.

He began to think about his next plan.

If you want to change the pain value from negative to positive, you must create a psychological trauma in the audience.

From this perspective, only tearing off the vest can do it.

But it's not time yet.

Ye Yueshen plans to set a small goal first.

Return the pain value to [-10%].

————

Armed Detective Agency, conference room.

"There have been several suicides of people with special abilities in Yokohama. They were all killed by their own special abilities." Kunikida Doppo tapped the projection, and it switched to a profile of a man. "Shibusawa Ryuhiko, he's the perpetrator of these suicides, codenamed 'White Kirin.'"

"The Armed Detective Agency has been commissioned to apprehend him." Kunikida Doppo pushed up his glasses and began assigning tasks. "Muye, you will be responsible for investigating near the port."

"A few days ago, Shibusawa Ryuhiko killed a psychic who could control ice there."