Chapter 132: Whatever you care about in Yokohama becomes more obvious...

"Come again."

Oguri Mushitaro stretches out his hand and makes a begging gesture towards the player.

Fushimi Kyoji held the book he had taken from Oguri Mushitaro's residence last time in both hands and returned it to him respectfully.

He flipped through it roughly and didn't see any obvious damage with his naked eyes, so he snorted coldly and put the book away.

"So... the leader of the Port Mafia wants to set up a library area within the Port Mafia?"

Oguri Mushitaro remains unmoved and repeats what the player told him earlier.

The bookstore they are currently in is also one of the stores owned by the Port Mafia.

As for why they decided to meet here, Oguri Mushitaro believed he already had a rough idea in his mind.

"I asked you to take full responsibility for this matter, and you came to me?"

Glancing up and down at the other person, Oguri Mushitaro tilted his head to the side, let out a loud "ha", and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It seems you have a clear self-awareness of your own literary attainments."

Oguri Mushitaro opened his mouth, but before he could say anything more harsh, he suddenly looked around warily for something under the players' bewildered gazes.

Not seeing a certain ochre figure nearby, he spoke quickly: "Even if you flatter me, I can't do anything for you for free."

The player blinked, then slowly shook his head under Oguri Mushitaro's gaze. His attention was drawn to the tall figure that pushed through the bookstore door. "...Hey! Mr. Randou!"

Fushimi Kyoji waved at the person, and Lan Tang, who was wrapped tightly, also nodded to her.

Oguri Mushitaro: "Don't ignore me!"

Lan Tang's special ability color painting book is used to transport items. It is not only convenient but also will not damage the fragile pages.

——And the other party obviously uses it this way often!

Compared to consuming more manpower, Lan Tang can easily complete this task alone, which is so convenient.

The black lizard members brought by the players are useless.

Lan Tang raised his hand, and the moment a golden cube appeared, a bookshelf was put into it, and a gap suddenly appeared in the aisle.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was standing behind the bookshelf, had his hands stretched out in the air, his eyes blank as he stared at the player and Rimbaud who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Considering that he once said he wanted to be a writer, it wasn't surprising that we met in a bookstore.

"……ah."

Randou temporarily released his powers, allowing Oda Sakunosuke to retrieve the book he was looking for. He seemed to be lost in thought: "Do you want to move all the books? I think it will be more convenient later if we sort them out first?"

"Is there any difference between these books?" the player asked him, holding one in each hand.

When pressed on this casual remark, Oda Sakunosuke's tone suddenly became frivolous: "I just feel that mixing classical literature and modern poetry together makes it more difficult for people who want to read a certain genre to find it."

Lantang didn't object to Oda Sakunosuke's suggestion. He just gathered his clothes together again, looking as if he was afraid of the cold. "No matter what kind of book it is, the temperature it burns will be the same."

"A guy who despises literature..." Oguri Mushitaro gritted his teeth.

The black lizard that came with the players started to help organize and categorize the books according to literary style.

Therefore, Oguri Mushitaro lowered his voice.

"Coming to Yokohama was indeed the worst decision I ever made."

Oguri Mushitaro stood aside with his arms folded, unwilling to have any contact with the players or the others. He sneered, "Hateful land breeds hateful people."

"It's backward, and the security is poor..." He commented harshly, running his hand along the bookshelf. Not finding the book he wanted, he said more harshly, "What a poor place."

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes fell on the book in Oguri Mushitaro's arms. He pointed and asked politely, "Excuse me, could you lend me this book?"

Oguri Mushitaro was stunned for a moment, and after sternly warning Oda Sakunosuke not to wrinkle the pages of the book, he reluctantly agreed.

Oda Sakunosuke read it carefully: "Because I also want to write a novel, I want to read the works of other writers and hope to get inspiration from them."

Oguri Mushitaro chuckled. "Ha, even though it's a completely boring mystery novel written by a down-and-out classmate, it's still worth reading carefully for a newbie like you who hasn't even written any other works."

Oda Sakunosuke disagreed: "I don't think this book is boring. On the contrary, it is an excellent work that deserves one's careful reading."

The player came over and said, "I think so too, especially since the murderer actually used..."

Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously looked up and stared blankly at the player.

"Don't reveal the plot to readers who haven't read it!" Oguri Mushitaro reached out to cover the player's mouth frantically.

Oda Sakunosuke, however, remained unaffected, finishing the book with a blank expression. He initially expressed high praise for the readability of the mystery novel, then shook his head. "It's a shame that newspapers and comics have a wider audience in Yokohama, but they rarely introduce such exciting novels."

The bookstore business is indeed not very good.

Players even saw playing cards being sold on bookshelves.

Curiously pulling one out, Lan Tang glanced at it casually and immediately judged, "It doesn't look like it will last long."

The only normal person present snatched the poker from the player's hand and said, "Books are for reading, playing cards are for killing time, if you want to keep warm, just use coal!"

Fushimi Kyoki raised his hand and suggested, "Let's play cards!"

“Hah!?”

Although one of them was extremely reluctant, the game went on smoothly as the other two had no objections.

After watching for a while and finding that the players had very bad luck, Oguri Mushitaro couldn't help but join the game.

They were playing the simplest game of drawing jokers: all cards except the joker could be paired, and the person with the joker left in his hand at the end lost.

There are two cards left in Oda Sakuyuki's Assistant. The player pinches the left side and switches to another card.

The person whose reaction was being tested by the player using psychological tactics had a paralyzed face throughout the whole process and it was impossible to tell anything from his expression.

The player randomly picked a card that he liked and drew it out - the joker.

Oguri Mushitaro looked at the player's face, lightly took a card from the player's hand, and then matched it with the card in his hand.

Ah, again...

Fortunately, there is no punishment for the loser, otherwise there would be no place on Fushimi Kyoji's face to stick the note.

Players have never been lucky or unlucky when it comes to games.

Although other people also win and lose, the player loses the most.

The joker fell into his hand, and the other three seemed to be able to see through the cards and directly took the safe one.

After this happened many times, players also found it strange.

Is there any trick to this game?

When asked, Oda Sakunosuke shook his head in confusion.

Player: Watch...

Oda Sakunosuke opened his mouth, his tone normal, no discernible ups and downs: "If I must give a reason... it's just a feeling, that's the joker."

Lan Tang loosened his grip and dropped the last two cards in his pair.

"Eyes."

Without wearing any heavy gloves, he lightly pointed at the air with his fingertips, revealing the 'answer' to the players.

"When other people are drawing cards, your eyes will be more focused on the side where the joker is in your hand."

This is a subconscious behavior that you are not aware of.

Oguri Mushitaro, following behind Rando, condescendingly said, "The more you care about something, the more obvious it becomes."

Fushimi Kyoji applauded enthusiastically.

In addition to admiration for his insight, I also have some doubts about Lan Tang.

Could it be that such a person had always been a low-level member in the port mafia?

The player borrowed a pair of sunglasses from a fellow Black Lizard member, put them on, and sat back down.

This way you can be sure of success!

“…”

The result is just history repeating itself.

The expected turnaround did not occur.

The player put his fingers together, his face grave as he analyzed the cause of his defeat: "Haha, it really is just bad luck..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Oguri Mushitaro threw the cards away and shouted angrily, "Idiot! The reflection on the lens can directly see your cards!"