Chapter 119: The situation in Yokohama. Please don’t be too polite when you are in Yokohama…

"A mutant?!"

As if sensing danger approaching rapidly, the young man turned his head in fear, saw the red light so close, and blurted out a cry.

With the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, the passerby in a suit was knocked several meters away. A faint "puuuu" sound could be heard, but it might be an illusion.

Fushimi Kyoji subconsciously closed his eyes.

So violent!

When the dust settled, the players breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the bright ochre color rising again.

It turned out to be Chuuya.

That's okay.

"I'm, I'm so sorry..." The young man with a prominent bump on his head sat upright, kneeling in a respectful and humble manner. "My name is Oguri Mushitaro. No offense intended."

Nakahara Chuuya took off the wrapping paper hanging on his hair with an expressionless face.

Oguri Mushitaro turned his head away and muttered to himself gloomily, "Who in their right mind would have thought that someone would be lying in a trash can?"

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuuya, who didn't hear what he said clearly, raised his voice like a bad boy.

"I am expressing my admiration for your special ability. It is such a powerful and beautiful ability." Oguri Mushitaro's face was distorted as he lowered it humbly.

Nakahara Chuuya didn't react much to the compliment. In comparison, he was more concerned about the familiarity with psychics that Oguri Mushitaro's tone inadvertently revealed: "Are you a psychic?"

A difficult guy...

"The perfect crime—this is my special ability."

Oguri Mushitaro answered with a smile on his face, his face and body were cluttered with dirt that had been rubbed off not long ago, but his gaze was fixed on the two people in front of him without dodging or avoiding.

"Erase all evidence of the crime. Even the world's best detective won't be able to find any clues and solve the case with my special abilities."

After saying this, realizing his current situation belatedly, Oguri Mushitaro lowered his eyes again and added modestly, "Compared to you, it's just a trivial ability."

Fushimi Kyoji rested his chin on his hand, thoughtfully saying, "It really doesn't seem to be that useful."

The player's light voice entered his ears, and Oguri Mushitaro's veins bulged, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred: This hateful brat...

So far, players have only seen the special abilities of Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai, plus a questionable blind good Samaritan.

Compared with the powerful special effects of Chuuya Nakahara's supernatural powers, Dazai Osamu's No Longer Human is very simple.

Fushimi Kyoki is very curious about how Oguri Mushitaro commits a perfect crime.

"Now, let me use my special ability... for you?" Oguri Mushitaro glanced at the player and Nakahara Chuuya, his shoulders relaxing and an air of relief, almost predictable, emanating from him. "Whose criminal clues do you want me to erase?"

"Huh?" The player blinked in surprise. "So it can be used on people other than yourself."

Oguri Mushitaro is unhappy with the players' underestimation of his abilities: "Don't compare my perfect crime with the low-level abilities you're imagining!"

"The perfect crime not only eliminates evidence at the scene, but can also tamper with surveillance footage. It's a near-perfect supernatural power."

"Now I deeply realize how foolish I was just now." Under the fierce bombardment of Oguri Mushitaro, the player said cautiously.

"Maybe the perfect crime has more uses than I thought."

Listening to the player's mumbling, Nakahara didn't notice anything, but Oguri Mushitaro had a bad premonition in his heart.

...The bad premonition was soon confirmed.

He heard the player ask the ochre-haired boy about the location of the Port Mafia warehouse.

"Ah, I went to see it when I suspected that the Port Mafia had kidnapped the members of 'Sheep', but they were just weapons and supplies..." Not sure why the player suddenly asked this, Nakahara Chuuya still responded.

After saying this, Zhongyuan Zhongye gradually understood something else: "You mean..."

Oguri Mushitaro reacted the most, unable to contain himself: "Don't tell me you guys want to rob the Port Mafia of their supplies and use my special abilities to erase the evidence!?"

The player blinked blankly: "Can't do it?"

Nakahara Chuuya also glanced at him.

"Of course." Oguri Mushitaro sat up straight with his scalp tingling, feeling the pain in his body begin to return. He forced himself to pretend to be calm and replied attentively, "...I will cooperate with you."

It wasn't difficult to sneak in without the Mafia guarding the warehouse, and most of the time, few people noticed what was happening above.

With the cover of darkness, they approached the target location silently from the air.

Chuuya Nakahara's ability requires touch to activate, and he refuses to act like a fool by holding someone's hand.

So the player hangs behind Chuuya Nakahara.

"Now that we've explained to 'Sheep', Zhong shouldn't feel embarrassed anymore." To prevent the wind from making too much noise, the player spoke slightly closer to his ear.

Same.

The whistling sound of the wind in the ears also made it impossible for the player to tell what Zhong Yuanzhong answered her, or whether he did not say anything at all.

The moment he landed, Nakahara Chuuya knocked out the guarding mafia from behind and brutally destroyed the main entrance of the warehouse.

The 'Sheep' members who received orders from Nakahara Chuuya also gathered in the warehouse of the Port Mafia one after another.

In front of him were boxes of guns, boxes of ammunition, and medical supplies, all gleaming with the cold arc of metal...

They looked at the guns in amazement, and their ecstasy was followed by an overwhelming, nameless fear.

Until Oguri Mushitaro activated his special ability on the spot, the broken door lock, the dented warehouse door, and their unintentional footprints...

All clues that could identify their identities disappeared from the world one by one.

The whole process,

It's just... quite simple.

It had nothing to do with the cool special effects that Kyoki Fushimi had imagined.

"Wow..." The player didn't know how to react and sighed dryly.

"You don't look shocked at all." Oguri Mushitaro exposed him mercilessly.

Players clap their sticks and read: "I can't believe my eyes!"

Oguri Chongtaro: "..."

Knowing that he would not face retaliation from the port mafia, 'Sheep' did not immediately start unloading the supplies.

"Chuuya, is that esper trustworthy?" They looked warily at Oguri Mushitaro beside the player, not shying away from expressing their caution. "Could it be a trap?"

Oguri Mushitaro turned a deaf ear to the 'sheep''s' questions. As the number of people present increased, he grew increasingly resentful. "This is going to make cleaning up even more difficult."

"Ah, that shouldn't be the case." Nakahara Chuuya recalled the situation when he met Oguri Mushitaro and coughed lightly to cover up.

"Chuya!"

Nakahara Chuuya's concealed attitude instantly made the 'sheep' nervous.

They opened their eyes wide with anxiety, and could only see Nakahara Chuuya.

"Why does Chuuya always trust people he's only known for a few days, when we're the only ones he can trust?"

"That gloomy guy last time was suspicious, and..."

Perhaps because it had never shown any connection to the Port Mafia, the 'Sheep' skipped over the players and went straight for Oguri Mushitaro.

"This psychic appeared out of nowhere. Didn't Chuuya ever doubt his purpose?"

Before the questioning voice gradually became sharp, Fushimi Kyoji said uncertainly: "Perhaps, I need to step aside?"

"You don't have to go anywhere," Nakahara said, not giving in, grabbing the player's arm.

"That's right, Chuuya, why are you talking to outsiders?"

Nakahara Chuuya looked at the member of the 'Sheep' who said this.

The other party stammered and stopped talking.

Nakahara Chuuya didn't get angry. On the contrary, his tone was very calm: "Don't say such things in the future."

“…”

Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya had a tough attitude, even though "Yang" was indignant, he temporarily stopped in front of the supplies that were almost filling up the warehouse, and tried to empty the warehouse before the port mafia found out.

"Is it okay?" The player looked behind him and saw the children staring at Oguri Mushitaro with hostility, then turned back and asked.

Nakahara Chuuya shook his head: "Perhaps if we didn't ask everyone to transport the supplies back alone, we could have avoided this dispute."

He paused. "But even if I put the problem aside, it won't go away. I don't want my friends who care about me to be treated with hostility and defensiveness by their equally caring peers."

"Tsk, I'll have to explain it to them in detail when I get back. There will still be trouble." Nakahara Chuuya probably didn't say this often. He felt quite uncomfortable. "But isn't it natural to balance the relationship between companions and friends?"

"Friend..." Fushimi Kyoji repeated his words.

Nakahara Chuuya acted even weirder than the player. He said as a matter of course: "Haven't we been friends for a long time?"

"That's what I originally thought."

Zhongyuan Zhongye was puzzled: "Huh? What does that mean?"

The player succinctly relayed to Nakahara Chuuya what Dazai had said to her in front of the clinic, and honestly said, "...Now I'm not so sure."

Nakahara Chuuya folded his arms and looked strange after hearing this.

"If that bastard Dazai said so, doesn't that put the choice in your hands?"

As if he had finally discovered Dazai Osamu's weakness and had turned the tables, Nakahara Chuuya laughed heartily from the bottom of his heart: "You don't dare to make a decision at all. If you really want to break up, there's no need to say all this nonsense."

"Like the guy told me earlier."

He tilted his head, his cobalt blue eyes filled with a frank and pure expression.

"Not explicitly rejecting it is itself a form of connivance."